"Oh god," I cried out, my back arching off the stone platform. "That's—fuck—that's incredible."
The humming grew louder, more complex, as Cyrus increased his pace. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady as he thrust deeper. I could feel his knot beginning to swell, pressing against my entrance with each thrust but not yet pushing inside.
"Kyle," he said, interrupting his song just long enough to speak my name. "I want to knot you. To bind us together. Will you accept it?"
The question sent a thrill of anticipation through me. "Yes," I breathed, without hesitation. "God, yes."
He smiled, revealing those sharp teeth again, and resumed his song. His thrusts became more deliberate, more focused, each one pushing his knot a little harder against my entrance. The pressure built, a delicious burn that had me gasping for breath.
Then with one final, powerful thrust, his knot slipped inside me. The stretch was intense, bordering on too much, but the natural lubricant eased the way. Once it was fully seated inside me, I felt it swell further, locking us together.
"Fuck!" I cried out, the pressure against my prostate almost unbearable in its intensity. "Cyrus!"
His song reached a crescendo, the notes vibrating through every cell in my body. I felt my orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure gathering force. Cyrus wrapped his hand around mycock, stroking in time with his thrusts, which were now shallow due to the knot binding us together.
"Cum for me,” he whispered. “Show me how much you love my songandmy cock.”
I came with a force that nearly blacked me out, shooting hot ropes of cum across my stomach and chest as waves of pleasure crashed through me. My body clenched around his knot, making him growl with satisfaction. His song changed to something lower, more primal as he continued to thrust shallowly, the knot rubbing relentlessly against my prostate.
"That's it," he purred, his eyes glowing brighter as he watched me come undone beneath him. "Give it all to me."
I couldn't have held back if I'd tried. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be firing at once, the pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. My cock continued to pulse in his grip, smaller aftershocks of orgasm rippling through me.
"Cyrus," I gasped, clinging to him as the world spun around me. "Holy fuck."
He smiled, those slightly pointed teeth glinting in the blue light. "We're not done yet," he whispered, and I felt his cock pulse inside me, the ridges seeming to ripple in waves. “I’m going to breed you first.”
It only took a few more strokes, but when he came, it wasn't like anything I'd experienced with a human. His entire body tensed, his gills flaring at his sides, and a flood of warmth filled me from within. But more than that, I felt a connection snap into place between us, like an electric circuit completing. For one breathtaking moment, I could feel what he felt—the tight heat of my body around him, the satisfaction of finding his mate, the pleasure so intense it bordered on spiritual.
I lay beneath him as he emptied his seed inside me, still connected by his knot, and desperately trying to process the bliss I was feeling. My body already felt different—more alive,more sensitive, like I'd been living with a dimmer switch on my sensations and someone had suddenly cranked it to full brightness.
"What was that?" I whispered when I could speak again, my voice hoarse from crying out.
"The mating bond," he explained, his fingers tracing patterns on my sweat and cum-slicked chest. "When we share pleasure this way, our energies connect. It's temporary for now, but with each joining, it grows stronger."
"Is it this intense with everyone?" I asked, my fingers exploring the place where his skin transitioned to scales at his hips.
"No," he said simply, his eyes searching mine. "This is special. You are special."
We stayed locked together for what felt like hours but was probably only minutes, his knot gradually reducing until he could slip free. The loss of him inside me left me feeling strangely empty, but he quickly pulled me against his chest, his tail curling protectively around my legs.
"I've never felt anything like that before," I admitted, tracing the outline of his gills with my fingertip. They fluttered under my touch, sensitive and delicate.
"Nor have I," he confessed, his voice carrying that musical quality even in soft speech. "The connection was stronger than I anticipated."
"Is that normal?”
He just shrugged. “I don’t know. But I’m not going to question it. If it feels good, it can’t be wrong.”
I nodded against him, feeling more content than I had in years. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. Not only did Mike do me a big favor by letting me go, but now I had a merman of my very own who didn’t mind sharing me with the other monsters inthe bathhouse. It was a win-win situation. Suddenly my life and my prospects didn’t seem so grim.
Then my stomach growled.
“Hungry?” Cyrus chuckled.
“Y-Yeah,” I admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed. “I didn’t eat before I came here.”
“Well, why don’t we go out then?” Cyrus offered. “My treat.”
