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The Merfolk’s Fuck 1

Auteur: Layo
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The world had turned upside down. One moment I was on deck, the wind ripping at my coat, pirates shouting like demons, and the next, steel slid into me. A blade punching through my chest. My blood spilled hot over my shirt, sticky down my ribs. My legs buckled. The deck tilted.

I fell.

The sea swallowed me before I could scream.

Salt burned my wound. My lungs seized. I thrashed, tried to fight, but the weight of my clothes dragged me down. Darkness folded around me. My chest ached for air. I thought I would die there, nameless and forgotten, another corpse swallowed by the sea.

But I didn’t sink. Arms caught me. Strong, cold, pulling me deeper instead of up.

I gasped—expecting to drown—but the water rushed into my lungs and filled them like air. I coughed, sputtered, and still I breathed. Confusion rattled through me. I clawed at the body holding me, and that’s when I saw him.

Not human. Not entirely.

His skin gleamed pale under the fractured beams of light, scales glinting like pearl
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