The Grace of a Thousand Stars
I hiccupped, the light-hearted, loving environment from a second ago suddenly heating up with his actions as I gripped onto the back of his shirt, his firm muscles being felt underneath as he protectively held me in his arms.
"Now that I think about it, how do mermaids' mate?" He curiously asked as he walked up the steps with me still flung over his broad shoulder like some sort of sack of potatoes.
"Normally." I replied, too flustered to think straight.
"What's normally?" He, unlike me, seemed to be of much clearer mind.
"We have our... private parts... at the front of our tail, hidden by scales, like a sort of muscle. And we reproduce and mate just like dolphins, although, much less sadist
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