The Pack's Dragon
Everleigh Milesyou call for help but nobody camei don't feel safe anymorenow i drive alone past your street
She felt the water over her tongue and down her throat, filling the vacuum of air, before being pushed out on an exhale.
Her vision in the water cleared, and she could see that the carvings above continued below, and amongst the craggy rocks were statues of merfolk fucking, or twisted in passionate embraces, mouth to mouth.
Niarthen’s tail wrapped around hers as they sank onto a rocky altar, made for the purpose of Mer matings underwater, the shell-grit sediment around them glittering with the athames of past matings as they completed theirs, Niarthen driving his cock into her, his moan a siren song suddenly audible in the water as she came and he followed.