The Merman, My Man
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Then, flashing a grin of bloodlust, he once again reached deep into my pants in the next instant.
I screamed, unable to stand the pain—he was going to tear through me soon, and I was contracting by instinct. Blood had already soaked my pants and was splashing down my thigh.
That was when several shrill hisses rang beside my ears. Those black monsters from before were climbing up the hull and slowly making their way towards me, only for Dicken’s tail to swipe at them, sweeping them into the fire I had made. He growled, seemingly to warn them away, looking just like a demon from the oceanic abyss as his black pupils reflected the rising flame.