The Merman, My Man novel Chapter 213

The mutation of my body was very violent this time, as if my human genes were warring violently against the merfolk genes. My blood appeared to be surging crazily through my arteries, carrying a power as it moved, and my body was almost bursting from it. Even so, I didn’t have the time to feel pain or shock, and I kept my eyes tightly shut, trembling even as I felt everything.

Amidst the endlessly grilling process, Dicken held on tightly to my body until my transformation was complete. I leaned over his broad chest, and though my brain was mush and my spirit was utterly worn, I was tormented by my receptivity after mutating, and instinctively coiled my recently formed tail over Dicken’s, grinding and caressing like a newborn child thirsting for milk.

There were no words to describe how I felt right now. It was obvious that everything above my thighs were human and the purpose stayed the same, but every inch of skin beneath my recently grown skin seemed to have become erogenous spots—just rubbing myself against Dicken’s fishtail felt so delightful that I wanted to moan out loud.

I couldn’t help remembering the first time I saw Dicken on the ship, and how I reached out to touch his scales. It was not surprising that he had reacted the way he did since I was basically touching a very stimulating spot for him, even as I unwittingly teased him as if in a courtship: hey, come on… I ‘in yours, defile me right now!

So , merfo lk fishtails were not to be touched lightly. And with Dicken in heat at the time, it was not surprising that he would presume that I was seducing him. Honestly, I was too innocent…

Even as my thoughts were left in disarray as I stroked my own scales, I suddenly remembered

Mary and my heart pounded. Would I still be able to revert to human form? Or was I going to remain as a merfolk forever?

My ears were turning heated from his teasing and twitching sensitively, while my newly grown fishtail coiled tighter around him, squeezing him as if he was cotton, giving up no space and not willing to part from him for even an instant.

He was getting drilled from my reaction, and he suddenly flipped around to pin me over the walls of the small waterhole, his powerful fishtail instantly retaliating by coiling over my restless fishtail, his giant member entering me again effortless as he gyrated wildly as he did last night.

We hence stayed in the water, our bodies fusing as Dicken penetrated me countless times—not even erotica would film such craziness, and I suspected that Dicken would have killed me directly if my body hadn’t been strengthened after I mutated into a mermaid. Sti1, despite my enhanced physical attributes, I immediately fainted on top of Dicken once the receptivity triggered by my mutation faded, and slept as if there was no tomorrow.