I bit down hard on my lip, trying to muffle my moan when I felt his eyes brighten and those canines suddenly look longer. A sharp tingle hit my neck, and I pulled away fast. My left hand pressed firmly against his chest, pushing him back into the soft bed. He lay there, gazing up at me, panting heavily....flushed and clearly confused, but filled with raw lust. His breaths came hot and shaky while I sat on top of him, my thighs squeezing his sides.
"Mas-ter," he choked out halfway, and fuck, my whole body trembled, my legs shaking from the sound alone.
"What are you sweating so much for?" I asked, reaching for the dry towel nearby, but he moaned again, "Gnh—" his lips parted, hot air rushing out as his breathing stayed uneven and ragged.
"Are you hurt?" I asked, panicking a little, but his ears turned deep red. He looked away, flushed even more. Then I spotted his canines, so sharp now—like a vampire's. Since when did mermen have fangs? I cursed inside my head.
Ding.
