The visual might have been slightly alarming, but the feeling of her wet tongue constantly writhing around his cock sent him skyrocketing heavenward. He let out a Loud yell of encouragement before reaching out to plant his hand on the bark of the tree so he could pull himself upright and see what she was up to. With a gentle incline of her head, she spiralled her tongue up along his length to unravel itself. She then gave the tip a few playful licks until it began glistening with his seed.

The follow-up was equally delightful, as she slipped the bulbous head between her Lips and slid it deep down into her throat in a single movement. All fears of her teeth evaporated into thin air as he felt her glug on his cock twice before Lifting herself up to suckle on its peak. The tip of that magical tongue teased at the sensitive underside and he began to have serious problems holding back any further. Then she rendered it a virtual impossibility. Her eyes closed and she lunged forward to take him entirely back into her throat again and again. It seemed he wasn't the only one enjoying himself, judging from the way her eyes were closed soft little noises lifted through her throat toward where she was happily and repeatedly swallowing his cock.

He'd never had the pleasure of having a woman so ravenously suck him like that without a hint of reserve and no sign at all of stopping. A small flare of alarm ran through him when he grew concerned that she'd eventually need to breathe. Then he started to feel the air on the tip of his cock each time her lips reached its base and remembered her gills. The little slits on the sides of her neck fluttered slightly to show a glimpse of pink frills each time she dropped her head down into his crotch. Apparently, they filtered air just as well in the open as they did underwater, and he'd be damned if that wasn't one hell of a trick.

It was also a trick too far, and he could no Longer hold back against the onslaught of slurpy pleasure she was giving him.

“G-gonna..." he should have worked out a signal.

She seemed to take the hint, and did something outright pornographic in response. Her mouth quickly relinquished his member with a final, loving suck that finished with her Lips poised just above the tip. The first thick spurt of warm cream erupted directly onto those lips, and she quickly parted them to let the second splash against her tongue. If anything, the sight of her lovingly guzzling his seed in front of him only served to intensify his climax; and her hand took up its former stroking to urge more from him.

When she grasped his Length in her hand she shifted its angle enough that the third gush was sent along the side of her cheek, leaving a gooey trail all the way to her ear. It took her a moment to adjust her aim before that long snake-Like tongue slid out to wrap around his peak and make sure the final spurts were aimed squarely between her lips.

The orgasm was so intense that it seemed to leave his ears ringing, although that might still have been a side effect of hitting his head against the tree. It left him to watch in a pleasant daze as she drew her tongue back into her mouth and swished his cum around it to savour the flavour before swallowing. It slipped out again soon after to run along her cheek, cleaning it of his cream before it escaped on its route down over her chin.

Quite a few of the women he'd been with had put on similar performances. Some he felt were largely for his benefit rather than their enjoyment, or rather that their enjoyment arose from making him feel so damned good. The mermaid was different. She just genuinely seemed to love the taste of cum to the point where it seemed Like she'd almost forgotten he was there. Every Little drop of it disappeared into her mouth before she drew her attention back to the source, and returned her lips to it to suck out anything that might have remained with diligent enthusiasm.

Once she was satisfied that he had no more left to give her, she smiled up at him like the cat that caught the canary. He smiled back, glad to know she remembered where his face was.

“Nice to meet you, too," he chuckled.

She swished her tail primly, and then looked back to the water with a sense of urgency. It seemed like she might have been late for something. When she turned back to him, there was a degree of conflict in her expression. By now he knew that expression well since he'd worn it quite a few times himself. Should I stay here and have more fun, or go do what I need to do?

In the end, it seemed she opted for the latter, but not before she shifted her arms to crawl over him and, after only a moment's hesitation, she placed a light kiss on his lips. It was barely a feather-Light touch of her mouth to his, but afterward she shifted backward as if she'd just done something she really wanted to but probably shouldn't have. Her smile had turned shy and expectant. He didn't really know what to make of it. She didn't have a problem guzzling his cum, but kissing on the mouth was clearly something she took very seriously.

“Yeah, I like you too," he said. "I mean, you're nuts, but I practically expect that around here."

That smile of hers widened before she looked back to the river. Her entire body then shifted with such power that the long tail propelled her up into the air. The leap was high enough that she could form a smooth and perfect dive to disappear under the flowing water. She didn't come back up.

“Bye, I guess." He waved to the waves.

A feminine, webbed hand stuck up from a ways downstream and waved back. Then it disappeared and she was gone.

Gregory laughed at that, and it took him quite a while to manage to stop laughing. He felt exhausted, naked, fucked, and utterly baffled.

Just another afternoon on Arolius.

“You have lost your mind, old man!" Talina hissed. She wanted to yell at him, but not every conversation was suited to yelling.

“I understand your concern, but-"

“My concern!? How can we not speak of this to him? I serve him. He is my master." She made to turn and march toward Gregory's tent.

Emmet moved faster than it seemed possible he could and clamped a bony hand down around her arm to hold her back. She didn't quite know where that burst of agility had come from, but it frustratingly showed up with a side of strength. More than enough to hold her back for a few moments.

“I serve him too, Talina. And I believe in him. I believe in his promise that he will search out my brother's family and bring them here. I also believe that informing him of this conspiracy right now will do him no good.”

Emmet might have been strong, but he wasn't comfortable with his strength and she easily twisted free of his grip with a simple movement of her arm. Although she didn't continue to advance toward the tent, and appeared to be giving Emmet the benefit of the doubt.