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Demon Boyfriend: Ariton 3 (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-08-27 19:01:00 +0000 UTC
There are stories circulating about the monster in the woods, the supposed Sapphire Devil. Ariton has done little to try and cover things up, aside from spooking that nosy photographer a few months back. You’ve asked him to be careful, commanded him to even. But he seems to enjoy the chaos his identification as a cryptid causes.
“Suppose you and I take a trip, if you’re so worried about my alter ego. Go away for a while and have fun until these sightings fade from the memory of the civilians.” Ariton leans over the back of your chair as you try to work.
You’ve been cataloging your great-grandmother’s spells and recipes since finding a multitude of them scattered all throughout the tower. She seemed to have them hidden in every nook and cranny. It’s almost like she’s still playing games with you, long after her passing. She might have just been doing it before she passed, but the more cards and pages you uncover, the more you think she had been doing it all her life.
“What sort of trip?” You blow a loose hair away from your face. “I’m not taking you somewhere you can get into more trouble.”
Ariton arches a brow. “How little you must think of me.”
“I don’t at all, dearest, but I am thinking realistically. You may be a little shit, but you are my little shit.” You look up from the desktop. “I’m simply trying to protect the unsuspecting from your ways, is all.”
Ariton dips down and places a soft kiss on your lips. He pulls back with your dark blue lipstick on his lips. “What if I promise to be a good boy?”
You take your opportunity to play. “Oh, you’re going to let me handcuff you to the bed so you can’t move?”
“When you get the chance to tease it either comes out too mean, or sounds like a very, very fun weekend plan.” He takes your hair, gathering it into his fingers and pulling it away from your face. “Have you been thinking about me all tied up?”
“When I’m aggravated.”
“See? That’s too mean.” Ariton releases your hair then slips, around the chair and plops into your lap like a cat. “I am so sick of the woods! Let’s go somewhere with a better view. Perhaps a vineyard or the ocean, somewhere fun, rather than this…” He flits his hand about. “This makeshift mausoleum.”
You sigh, not just from the weight of him in his lap, but from your mild perturbance. “Ariton, I am working right now.”
“Putting together Granny’s book of magic and shit, I know.” He looks over the desk. “Old bird sure had a lot on her mind now, didn’t she?” He sniffs and smiles. “Crazy old ninny.”
“Ariton! You’re squishing me.”
“Why not take a break, then, and pay me back with your thighs.” The look he gives you is both seductive and corny. Her arches his brows, jutting his blue tongue out between his teeth. “Come on, love. Wrap those thighs around my head and give me a squeeze.”
You purse your lips and give him a flat, stern look.
His smile vanishes a little. “Not any good?”
You shove him off your lap. “Let me finish this and get things put back in to place and we can talk. Okay?”
Ariton pouts, but nods. “Fine. I’ll just go wither away in front of the fireplace.”
“I’m sure you will.” You scoot back under the desk and continue to work.
After a spell of organizing and placing everything into proper folders so you can transcribe later, you find Ariton lying in front of the cold fireplace. You sit down beside him, and his tail coils around your waist. “Is there a reason you want to take a trip right now?” you ask.
Ariton pulls you closer to him so you’re lying down beside him. “There is always a reason,” he purrs into your ear. “Change of scenery. Change of sounds. A new bed where you and I can consummate our bond, my Master.”
“I’m not taking you anywhere if all you want to do is bang,” you say firmly.
His tongue caresses the curve of your ear while his hand pushes up your skirt. “I don’t want to bang,” he scoffs. “How vile. No, my Master, I want to go somewhere so I can make love to you.” He moans as his hand slips across your thigh. “I want your pleasure to crest while waves hit the beach. I want to hear your passionate sighs while thunderstorms roll. I want to taste the honey running down your thighs.”
“Poetic as you want to be, all I hear is the horndog howling.” You look up at him. “You keep mentioning the ocean. Is there a reason you want to go there?”
“I just think it would be fun - the opposite of this wooded prison you choose to live in.” His hand gently strokes up and down your thigh.
“How is it a prison if I choose to live here?” you smirk.
Ariton pouts and sticks out his tongue. “It is my prison.”
“Okay, you big baby.” You relax as his touch becomes more gentle. “I will think on this ocean vacation. It could be fun, but I still have so much to do here.”
“That is the point of a vacation, my love! To get away from your work, your home, and let yourself breathe somewhere else.” He bites the tip of your ear. “We can have fun, escape for a while. Just you and me in a romantic seaside cottage.”
You snicker. “Seaside cottage? What do you think this is, a 60s romantic comedy?”
“Of course not,” he huffs. “They wouldn’t allow what I plan to do to you in that cottage. If things go well, you won’t have proper use of your legs for a few days.”
“You think you can do that?” you chide.
His fingers slip under the elastic of your panties. “Don’t try to act cute, my Master. You know exactly what I can do to you. I know what makes this body tick. Better yet, I know what makes this head of yours unscrew a little.” He kisses your temple. “My tongue knows more about you than anyone will.”
His fingers tickle the joint between your abdomen and hip. It’s tender there, easily aroused, but you try your best not to react to the touch. “That tongue gets you in more trouble than anything, Ariton.” You try to remain stern, but your voice breaks halfway through.
“I bet if I were to go looking, I’d find something moist, wouldn’t I?” He kisses you, turning your head so he can claim your whole mouth. His tongue swirls around your lips, removing what lipstick you have left and smudging it onto your cheek.
His fingers move inside your underwear, moving over your soft mound and slipping down. Indeed, he does find you beginning to grow wet.
“Find what you’re looking for?” you huff.
“Not yet,” he moans. “You gotta let me in first.”
You take his hair into your hand, tangling the long locks around your fingers. You open your thighs and nod to him, allowing his fingers to ease inside you. They slip in, then out, rubbing your clit before pushing back inside.
“See? Imagine this with the ocean at our backs. Gauzy curtains billowing in the open window.” He moans into your ear. “The scent of our skin mingled with the salt of the waves.”
You bite your lip and cup your hand over your mouth. His fingers know you too well. He feels too good. Ariton tugs down your panties. “Doesn’t that sound much more romantic than doing this in front of an empty fireplace?”
You take deep breaths. “I’m not saying no to it.”
Ariton sits up in excitement. “Then let’s go now.”
“Now?” You sit up with him, and see you’re in a completely different house. You look around in shock and race over to the window. Outside you see the beach stretched out before you, with the ocean going on forever beyond it.
Ariton comes up behind you, unbuttoning the rest of your dress. “Do you like the view?” he whispers into your ear.
“How did you do this?” you gasp.
“I found one of your granny’s old cards,” he chuckles. “Apparently, she had a little magic cottage set aside for rainy days.” He tugs down your dress and kisses your shoulder and the nape of your neck.
You turn around, cocking an eyebrow up at him and giving his chest a shove. “And when were you going to tell me this?”
“When you said yes to this vacation.” He grabs your by the hips. “Now you and I can get away whenever we want to.It can be our little love nest.” He picks you up and carries you to the bed, making quick work of your bra.
“I’d like to look around before we fool around,” you say simply.
Ariton sniffs as his tail switches behind him. “We have good momentum going here. Why stop it dead in the middle?”
You slip your arms around his neck. “I thought you said you would be a good boy if we went on vacation.”
“Am I not succeeding?” He grins.
You pull him down for a kiss, letting him place his body over yours. His cock rubs against your abdomen, and you reach down to touch it, swirling your fingers around the tip and stroking down the side. Ariton moans into your mouth, and his body shudders from your touch.
“My love, I beg of you. I want you, I need you.” You love to hear him plead like this. It’s one of the few times he sounds genuinely honest.
You take a breath and bite your lip with a chuckle. “I can feel that. It has been a while.” You pump your fist over his cock and open your thighs more, and his hands stroke down to grab your hips. “Is this really what you want?”
“Yes, my Master,” he almost whines.
“Is there anything else you need?” You take his glans to your vagina and rub it over the opening.
He strains with his desire. “I only need your love, my Master!”
You raise your hips so he presses between the folds. “It’s yours, Ariton.”
His grip on your hips tightens, and he pulls you closer. He buries himself deep inside you, letting out a choked roar. You close your eyes, hungry with anticipation. You really would have liked to explore before doing this - it would have helped your mind settle - but you also knew you couldn’t focus, being as turned on as you are.
“My love, my Master.” Ariton’s breath is tight.
You moan softly at first, your voice shaking with his efforts. His hips work in rhythm with your pulse, pulling out for a moment before he disappears completely inside you again. His lips pepper your body with kisses and his hair feels cool and soft against your skin.
Outside you can hear the ocean as it laps against the shore. The soothing sounds soon mingle with the rumble of a storm in the distance. Glancing towards the window, you see lightning illuminate the beach.
“No, look at me.” Ariton turns your attention back on him. All his eyes are intense and focused upon you. “My love,” he moans, “say my name, please.”
You cup your hands around his face and arch your back off the bed. “Ariton.” His thrusts become deeper, harder. “Ariton.” He shakes the bed with his efforts.
“Oh god, Ariton.” You throw your head back, pressing your body tight against his. Thunder roars just outside the open window, and sheets of rain fall as if in rhythm with your own body. You watch the rain and thunder with Ariton wrapped around you. Flashes of lightning dance on the beach, and his kisses dot your skin.
“You’re already enjoying this more than you thought, right?” he teases.
You release a relaxed sigh. “Perhaps.” You roll onto your back to look up at him. “This is not what I expected from you.”
Ariton’s grin is smug. “When will you learn that I am full of surprises?” He kisses you lovingly. “Even if it was something your granny had had hidden.”
“That’s right,” you murmur. “This could be some magical void she created. We may not even be on the beach at all.”
“Perhaps it’s one of her snowglobes in the attic,” he teases.
You stretch your legs. You know your knees will buckle as soon as you try to walk, so you decide to linger in bed for a while. “Perhaps. That could be why she had the collection.” You snuggle against his chest while the storm rages outside. “You sounded really cute this time. Were you really so in need for me?”
“I always am, my love. Anytime you decide to indulge me and love me, I am but a simple, pathetic man.” He rubs your back in slow circles.
“Can I quote you on that?” you tease.
He pinches your ass and chuckles. “Never when you’re upset.” He rises, stretches his arms until his back pops. “Let me go find you something to drink.”
“Just water, please,” you sigh. “And maybe something to eat.”
Ariton stands before the open window for a moment. “I wonder if the lightning struck the sand at all. Perhaps we could find some glass when the storm passes.” He looks back at you. “I’ll go see if there is anything to eat.”
He leaves the room, and you snuggle back down into the bed. Ariton returns a moment later with bottles of sparkling water and a fancy-looking sandwich. “The fridge must know what you wanted.” He pops open one of the glass bottles with his thumb. “Almost as if this entire place is connected to you.”
You stare longingly at the sandwich, unwrapping it and taking a monstrous first bite. “Oh my god, there’s avocado on this!” you moan happily.
Ariton downs one of the sparkling waters and makes a face. “You like this?”
“It’s an acquired taste, but I like the bubbles.” You offer him a bite of your sandwich, which he takes. His sapphire like teeth rip at the bread and he chews slowly. “I wonder if it’s my magic that’s making this place run. Perhaps both of ours. I mean, the storm did really start when we came. It would certainly be something to test out.” He returns to the window and looks out, then looks back at you and winks. “What do you say we go for a second round?”
You shake your head. “Maybe later, but right now I wanna enjoy this.”
Ariton crawls back in bed and wraps his arm around you. “As you wish, my Master.”
In the morning, you leave Ariton snoozing in bed so you can explore the cottage. You find clothes to your liking in the closet, as well as underwear in the chest of drawers. Outside the sunrise over the beach paints the sky pink, casting its warm hue over the pale sand.
You find a bathroom decorated all in lavender and pearl, with etchings of mermaids and sailors in the tiles. The clawfoot bathtub is huge, and the shower has the massaging features you enjoy too.
The kitchen is all yellow, catching the sunlight so that everything feels illuminated and gauzy. In the cabinets you find your favorite snacks and teas. The fridge has your favorite breakfast already prepared inside, and inside the stove is a fresh loaf of bread.
You step out onto the porch with a slice of bread soaked in honey and butter, and gaze out over the scenery stretched before you. Ariton’s arms encircle you from behind. “Admit it,” he laughs, “I was right.”
“Yeah,” you say simply. “This is very nice.”
Ariton dips down and kisses the top of your head. “Sleep well?”
You offer him the final bite of your bread. “Like a rock.”
Ariton sucks honey from your fingertips, then releases you. “Let’s go walk on the beach. Right now.”
You look him up and down with your brows arched. “You’re butt-naked.”
He poses proudly and whips his tail out. “Yeah? And?” He scoffs. “This is our own private magic beach, remember? No one is around. Who cares if I am naked?” He strides out onto the porch and offers his hand to you. “Let’s go exploring.”
You sight and roll your eyes, but take his hand and let him lead you to the beach, where the sand is damp from the storm. It feels gritty between your toes, and for a moment you worry about keeping sand out of the cottage.
“Let's look for lightning glass,” Ariton says excitedly. “It would make a beautiful centerpiece to the dining table.” He happily combs the sands, looking around for his treasure. You walk in the water, letting the ocean waves lap over your toes.
After a while, Ariton cries out in triumph. “My love! Come here!”
You race up to his side as he’s dusting sand from the beach. He holds up something that looks like a calcified root, with a black and charred seashell fused into the center. The limbs of the object stretch out, filled with frothy bubbles.
“Wow,” you murmur. “That’s beautiful.”
Ariton just smirks as you look it over. “Thought as much. If we keep making storms, then we’ll have a whole collection by the time we get back.”
There’s a splash in the water, and Ariton glances back. A grimace appears on his face and he gnashes his teeth. “What’s that look?” you ask. You turn to follow his gaze and see a merman posed on a rock near the beach. “Hmm, not so private anymore.”
The merman waves. His skin is deep, rich blue with a bright yellow fin going all the way down his back. He looks quite lithe and thin, but his tail is thick and strong.
“Hi there,” you wave back.
Ariton scowls. “Is this your doing?”
You turn and whisper to him. “I never even liked mermaids as a kid. How could this be me?”
He glances back out at the merman perched on the stone. “Then what is he doing here?”
“Let’s ask.” You move closer to the rock. The merman’s pitch-black eyes widen and he inches closer to you.
“Hi, there,” you wave again. “Do you live here?”
The merman tilts his head to the side and grins, showing off serrated teeth. You purse your lips as you consider that he might not speak any language at all. At least, none that humans or demons would know right away.
“Maybe your granny put him here or something,” Ariton whispers behind you. “He could be trouble if she did.”
“Any more than you?”
Ariton takes hold of your hand. “Come on, let's go back to the cottage. It’ll get hot out soon, and you don’t have sunscreen with you.”
“One second, I want to try something.” You pull your arm back and step closer to the merman. You tap your throat, then wave your hand up to your mouth.
The merman taps his ears and shakes his head.
“I think he’s deaf,” you reply back to Ariton.
A pouty expression comes to Ariton’s face. “This isn’t the Little Mermaid. He’s going to be fine. I thought this was our trip together.”
You placate him with a kiss. “It is. But why does this bother you?”
“Fine,” he grumbles. “Chat with the merman. I’ll be over here.” He walks back down the beach, still quite nude.
You step closer to the merman, who wiggles further down the rock. You see that while he is very thin, he’s also very big. He would probably stand taller than Ariton. You attempt several times to find a way to talk to him, but he just smiles and comes closer. He swims along the beach, showing you rocks and seashells he finds along the way. He even catches you a lobster, but you make him set it free again. All the while Ariton tries to act like he’s busying himself, but you catch him stealing glances here and there.
After a while, the merman waves and vanishes back into the water. You climb up the sandy bank back to Ariton. “It’s getting hot,” you say. “Let’s go back.”
“Have fun with your little merman?” he asks.
You nod. “It was interesting. I enjoyed meeting him.”
Ariton looks you over with a gentle touch of his hand on your shoulder. You flinch. “Ow! Oh, no...”
“You didn’t put on sunscreen. I told you, didn’t I?” he sighs.
You grimace. “Yes. yes you did. Happy now?”
He places his hands on his hips. “No, not at all. Come on. Let’s get you inside before you really overcook.”
Inside the cottage you find an aloe plant sitting in the middle of the table. “I lost complete track of time,” you grumble.
“Obviously,” Ariton sighs. He snaps a leaf off the plant, then uses his long nails to scrape out some of the gooey innards.
You watch him, seeing his expression reads unenthused. “Are you mad at me?”
Ariton rubs aloe onto your shoulders, scooping more goop out with his nails and flicking it onto the sunburn.
“Ariton!” you scold.
He narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t wanna be that person. I know if I say I’m jealous you’ll tell me there’s nothing to worry about and get over it. You were just making a friend. Playing. Whatever. So I’m just trying to get over it in my head.”
“Don’t pout, okay?” you sigh. “I just got curious. He was really pretty and I wanted to kind of see the things in this… whatever this place is up close. I didn’t mean to leave you out, but you didn’t seem interested.”
Ariton smoothes aloe down your arms. “I wasn’t. Merfolk and unicorns are usually all the same, looking to eat you.”
You furrow your brow. “Unicorns do what now?”
“Oh yeah, unicorns are assholes.” Ariton sets aside the used limb of aloe and walks around to face you. “I’m going to take a shower and get rid of all this sand. You should hide in a dark room.”
You smile up at him and take his hand. “Why not leave the lights off in the bathroom, so I can shower with you?”
He arches his brow. “You like me now? Shocking.” He takes hold of your hand. “I can just rub in more aloe afterwards, I suppose.”
Ariton takes you to the bathroom and gets into the shower for a quick initial rinse while you undress. As you do, you look at the tiles with the mermaid etchings in them. Each tile tells a different story, starting with sailors at sea, followed by mermaids singing to the ship. The final tile shoes the mermaids making nests out of the sailor’s dried bones.
“Ready?” Ariton asks.
“You said that mermaids eat people, right?” you ask.
“Yeah, they’re gross and creepy. I don’t know why people like them so much.” He holds your hand as you step into the shower, where the water runs cool.
“Is there any other fantasy creature that you do like?” you ask.
Ariton smoothes the water down your red shoulders and back. “I like my other demon siblings,” he says. “I also don’t mind werewolves. They’re usually pretty cool about things. Gargoyles too. They have good stories.”
You tilt your head back to look up at him. “How much of that was you pulling my chain?”
“None.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m serious though. Mermaids are notoriously vicious hunters, and once they get a taste for human flesh, there’s nothing you can do to stop them. But if the tables are turned and you get to sample the flesh of a mermaid, your fate could end up changed.”
Your brow pinches. “How so?”
His hand slips down your waist and cups your hip. “They say the flesh of a mermaid can make you immortal. Others suggest it is a double-edged sword.”
“Well, which is it?”
Ariton leans down so he’s right by your ear. “Does it matter? Do you plan to feast on your new little friend?”
You swat him away and give him a cross look. “No. Of course not. But that does make me wonder, what happens when you eat demon flesh?”
A grin spreads across his face and he wraps his arms around you. “Why don’t you tell me, since you’ve consumed so much of mine.”
“I should have known better,” you sigh while he chortles as his bad joke.
That evening, you have a hard time getting comfortable. The sunburn isn’t a bad one, but you’ve never done well handling it. Once the bed gets to a certain warmth it aggravates the irritation of your skin, so you end up tossing and turning. Half-awake, you become aware of a sound from outside. Rising in bed, you hear it coming from outside, possibly on the beach. It’s a beautiful noise, like singing, but somehow much clearer. It feels like it’s calling to you.
“Ugly little shit,” Ariton grouses. He rises onto his elbows. “You’re hearing the song of the merman. Best you ignore it and fall back asleep.”
“I thought he couldn’t speak,” you murmur.
Ariton lays back down in bed. “All a cutesy little act, I assume.”
You listen to the song as it grows louder with the crashing of the waves. “What if he needs help?”
“Merfolk don’t sing for help. If they wanted help you would know it. Their screaming is ghastly, like nails on a chalkboard. But their song? Beautiful though it is, his intent is hideous.” Arito touches your shoulder, and his skin feels cold. “Now, which would you prefer? The little merman, or me?”
You turn and look at him as she smiles, posed enticingly on the bed, his long hair spilling out over the pillows and sheets.
“I can’t sleep,” you murmur. “Everything feels like sandpaper to me.”
He strokes down your arm. “What about me?”
“Do you mind rubbing more aloe in?” You dip down to kiss him, ignoring the merman’s song, which is growing louder and louder outside.
Ariton sits up and licks your shoulder. His tongue feels like an ice cube, and right away it soothes. He tugs down the strap of your tank top to have access to your chest and neck. He presses kisses into your shoulder and moans into your ear, but then he pulls away, just when you start to feel a stirring. “He’s getting annoying.”
The song almost sounds like it’s at the window. “Well then, what do we do about it?”
Ariton sighs. “I was enjoying the beach, but maybe now we will change the scenery.” He walks across the room and pulls up the rug to take out a piece of paper, which he hands to you. “Granny’s spell I found. Your turn.”
The paper is different from the others. Your great-grandmother usually used old copy paper or cute recipe cards with mice on them. This paper is from a hotel and was typed out rather than handwritten.
“I’m not sure it’s hers,” you murmur. “But I do have an idea of somewhere I would like to go.” You take the spell into your heart and whisper it there. A moment later, you’re standing back home in the tower.
Ariton looks annoyed. “Did you mess it up?”
“Nope.” You sit down on your own bed. “This is exactly where I wanted to be right now.”
He still doesn’t look pleased. “But why?”
You shrug. “Because it’s home, where I feel best and safest. I also know that no merfolk will bother us here. No one could bother us here. I prefer being here with you more than anywhere else in the world. Because this is home, and it’s only home with you in it.”
Ariton kneels in front of you. “How dare you be so sweet?” He lays his head in your lap and you run your fingers through his hair, down his scalp, around the base of his horns.
“Beaches are fine, trips are alright. But nothing makes me happier than sharing my bed with you.” You smile as he lifts his head. “Is this okay?”
Ariton captures your face between his palms and kisses you passionately. “Of course it’s okay!” He kisses you again, easing you down onto the bed. “Why didn’t you say so before.”
“I didn’t have the words for it then, and you were so eager about it. I wanted to make you happy.” You rub your hands up and down his chest, then take hold of his arms. “You’re a little shit, but you’re my little shit.”
Ariton’s smile is soft, and he hides it quickly by burying his face in your neck. His hands rub down your body, making you forget the ache of the sunburn. He licks you again, down your shoulders and over your throat. You pull him closer, wanting his touch and his embrace. He moans into your ear, reawakening that stirring the merman’s song interrupted before.
Kissing Ariton, you tangle your fingers in his hair, gently pulling it until he hisses with delight. “Nothing gets me riled quite like you pulling my hair.” He grinds his hips so you feel him against your hip. “You’d best be careful.”
“I know what I’m asking for,” you purr.
Ariton grins. “Then take those thighs and crack my head like a watermelon.”
“You’re gross!” you laugh as he covers you with kisses.
He trails his lips all the way down, spreading your thighs so he can nestle comfortably between them. His fingers rub first, gently, even when his tongue joins. It still feels ice-cold, and as you breathe a puff of steam leaves your lips. His fingers rub your vulva and mound while his tongue slithers deep inside.
Slowly, you clamp your thighs around his head and he moans against you. He stretches out an arm, placing his hand on your breast. You press our thighs tighter around his head, and Ariton chuckles gleefully. His lips move up and that cold tongue swirls around your clit. Biting your lip, you focus on the strange sensation, enjoying it while wanting to squirm. His fingers sink inside you, curling and coaxing. “Ariton,” you moan. Although he may not be able to ear you through your rather thick thighs.
Ariton chuckles again before suckling at your clit. You seize up and grunt, arching your hips so your ass is hovering above the bed. Ariton begins to tap out, gently smacking your breast until your thighs release. He gasps for breath, and his long blue tongue dangles from his lips.
“I almost came,” he pants. He rises, and you can see the droplets hanging from the tip of his cock.
“Just from that?” You take deep breaths as you sit up. You lick his cock, suckling the tip but he pushes you back down.
“I’m this close to erupting, my Master.” He rolls you over and lifts you hips up. “I need a moment to breathe.” He eases his fingers back inside while kissing your rear. “Just feel me.”
You sigh and thrust your hips back to meet his fingers. He grabs your ass to keep you from moving too much and takes his position, thrusting himself against you before easily popping inside. You lift your head and shoulders, leaning on your arms. You ease back against him, feeling him sink deep, then slowly pull out. You move a little faster and he grabs you tight.
“Enough of that, I’m serious! I am close to bursting.” He reaches around, rubbing your clit as he moves carefully. “Please, my Master, have mercy.”
You don’t grant him mercy. Instead you break his grip and thrust back against him. He cries out with a choked roar, spasming and shuddering above you. His jerking and grinding deep within have you shuddering too, burying your face into the mattress.
The bed feels cool again, no matter how you lie. His tail curls around your leg, but he appears to be sleeping soundly. You snuggle up to him and kiss his shoulder. “One of these days...” he sighs, “One of these days, you’ll be sorry.” He opens his eyes and smiles sleepily. “I’ll have you begging one day.”
You kiss him. “We’ll see.”
He yawns and stretches. “Yes, we will. Hopefully, you’ll still love me by then.”
“I will,” you murmur as you lay back down to sleep. “I plan to love you for a long time, without the aid of merman flesh.”
“As do I,” he yawns. “As do I.”
