Her head tilted to the side almost immediately when she heard the words. Then she slowly mouthed her own imitation of the noise he'd made.

“Hay-Low." She opened her mouth wide with the "a" noise and formed a Little kiss in the air on the “w". Soon after that, she blinked a few times and tried it again without moving her mouth quite so much.

“Haylow.”

It became almost immediately apparent from the sound of her voice that if this creature were to scream she might well make his ear drums explode. It wasn't that she was shouting, and her tone was certainly pleasant enough. It just had the quality of about a hundred world-class opera singers all harmonising in one note.

He glanced down at the necklace he wore around his neck and found it to be resting there comfortably. Grasping at the little medallion, he spoke to her again.

“Can you understand me?" he asked.

She tilted her head to the other side.

“Kaaaan-yowww-"" she began.

"Ok! Ok." He made her jump a Little with that first ok. The long noises she was making had begun to make his ears hurt. Then he immediately lifted his hands in a peaceable way. The last time he'd tried this, it was with Algra and she'd understood the gesture to mean he wanted a fistfight, so he put his hands down quickly and smiled instead.

He hoped very much that she wouldn't take this to mean that he wanted to try to eat her.

Instead, she seemed to get the idea and crawled forward on her hands to get closer to him. She definitely didn't seem to understand the meaning of the term “personal bubble" as they were soon nose-to-nose once again and she was peering into his eyes as if expecting to see someone she'd lost waving at her from inside his pupils.

The movement of her hand was so fast that any sort of reaction was near-impossible, and over the past weeks his reactions had sharpened to a razors edge. A chill of fear ran through him as he realised the mermaid could probably have killed him very easily if she wanted to. Instead, she placed her open hand upon his chest over his heart. He glanced down and saw the webbing between her fingers, and the long, slightly hooked fingernails protruding from the tips.

They felt Like Little razorblades resting against his skin.

That might have scared him a few shades paler had it not been for what else greeted his eyes when he looked down. So far he hadn't quite noticed that, amongst the many erroneous elements of mermaid depictions he'd come across, the shell-bikini was also a completely fictional innovation that real mermaids didn't wear. She was for all intents and purposes, completely naked. Completely naked and very, very close.

He couldn't help it. By now it was almost like second nature. Inevitable. It was as if what rested between his thighs stirred from its slumber, casually assessed the situation, and did what it had gotten perhaps a little bit too used to doing in the circumstances.

Hot, naked lady giving us that look again, boss? Great! I'll light the furnace.

Then off to work it went, thickening the length of his cock until it pulled tightly against the light leather of his trunks.

Meanwhile, the mermaid seemed fascinated by his heartbeat and, after a moment's hesitation, she turned her head to the side and replaced her hand with her ear directly. That steady thud-thud noise was getting faster with each passing moment. With her head Lowered, he was left to look down along the smooth curve of her back and its marine blue colouring toward what was one of the most beautiful behinds he'd ever laid eyes on.

It shouldn't have been all that surprising that someone who seemingly spent all day swishing their hips around in deep water would have a great butt. The smooth, gleaming scales covered it up to her waistline at the rear before rising up over her hips to a triangle pointed up to her bellybutton. Yes, mermaids apparently had bellybuttons.

Now that she was seemingly more relaxed, the serpentine tail turned into something more traditional as she happily Lifted up the fins along its length to reveal their gorgeous blue-green colours to the light of the sun. He'd considered pushing her away and running back to the camp, but he felt strangely peaceful with her there and... well... fucking mermaid!

That moment of serenity was interrupted quite by accident as she shifted slightly to get more comfortable against him. He felt the small breasts Lift from his tight waist to lightly graze her nipples across his skin, and her hand shifted to grasp his thigh. It just so happened that his thigh now had a highly swollen bulge of tightly-packed leather resting against it that her webbed fingers quickly came into contact with.

Her entire body grew tense against him before she narrowed her fins again and slithered backward until her head came to rest very close to his crotch. Apparently "personal dick bubble" wasn't a concept she was familiar with either; although, for some reason he didn't really feel like pressing such matters of etiquette right then.

Those Large eyes of hers watched the bulge closely, and she seemed to have forgotten about the rest of him. When her hands made a few startlingly quick slashes of those razor-tipped fingernails, he felt his stomach do a distinctly uncomfortable somersault. It was a hell of a strain to undergo the shock and terror of the long, black blades on her fingertips lashing across his crotch. Especially since he was trying very hard not to move lest he accidentally lose something upon which he, and quite a few others, placed an immensely high value upon.

It felt like his heart stopped beating in those moments, until finally her last strike came and her true target became clear. The leather trunks he'd been wearing fell apart in tatters around his thighs, and were slung up into the air from the power of his hard cock breaking free of its confinement.

There wasn't so much as a scratch on his skin.