Relief washed over me, followed quickly by confusion about why I felt relieved. Maybe it was because I was freshly single and didn’t want to give it up already, or maybe it was something else, a part of me I’d ignored for too long. "You're not?"
Cyrus's smile widened. "We believe in pleasure freely given and received. Being my fated one means you're special to me, yes. But it doesn't mean I own you, or you own me." His hand drifted lower, skimming across my stomach. "We can both enjoy others as we wish."
The idea was liberating after seven years of Mike's possessiveness. "That sounds...reallynice," I admitted.
"It is," Cyrus agreed. "Now, would you like to hear my song again? Properly this time? The one I made just for you?"
"Yes," I whispered, already entranced by the memory of those haunting notes. "Please."
Cyrus smiled, revealing those slightly pointed teeth that made my heart skip. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to hum.
The sound was nothing like what I'd heard before. That had been a distant call, an invitation. This was intimate, enveloping me completely. The melody wrapped around me like a physical touch, sending waves of pleasure cascading through my body. Each note seemed to vibrate directly against my skin, making my cock harden instantly.
"Oh my god," I gasped, my hands gripping the smooth stone beneath me.
Cyrus's eyes opened, glowing with an otherworldly intensity as he continued to hum. His gaze locked with mine, and I felt something click into place, like a key turning in a lock I hadn't known existed. His hand slid up my thigh, and where his fingers touched, my skin tingled with electric sensation.
The humming grew louder, more complex, harmonies weaving through the main melody in ways that shouldn't have been possible from a single throat. As the song intensified, so did the pleasure building inside me. My cock throbbed painfully, leaking pre-cum without even being touched.
"Cyrus," I moaned, my hips lifting involuntarily. "What's happening to me?"
He paused his song just long enough to whisper, "I'm awakening your body to its true potential for pleasure," before resuming the hypnotic melody.
His hand finally reached my cock, wrapping around it with gentle pressure. His touch was unlike anything I'd felt before. It was slightly cooler than human skin but with a texture that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine. As he stroked me in time with his song, I felt myself spiraling toward an orgasm far more intense than any I'd experienced before.
"Wait," I gasped, placing my hand over his to stop his movements. "I don't want to finish yet. I want... I want more."
Cyrus's song faded to silence, though the echo of it seemed to linger in the air around us. His smile was knowing, almost predatory in its satisfaction.
"More?" he repeated, his voice carrying a hint of that same musical quality. "Tell me what you desire, Kyle."
I swallowed hard, gathering my courage. "I want to see all of you. I want to touch you. I want..." I hesitated, then decided to be completely honest. "I want to know what it's like to be with someone like you."
Cyrus's eyes darkened with desire. "Someone like me? You mean a merman?"
I shook my head firmly. "No. Someone magical. Someone who sees me the way you do. Like I can’t hide anything.”
His expression softened. "I do see you, Kyle. Better than anyone ever has." He pulled himself fully onto the stone platform, his powerful tail glistening in the blue light. "Come," he beckoned, holding out his hand.
I moved closer, my heart racing as I studied his magnificent form. His tail was even more beautiful up close, the iridescent scales shimmering in varying shades of blue and green that caught the light with every subtle movement.
"Can I...?" I gestured toward his tail.
"Please," he nodded, his eyes never leaving mine.
I reached out hesitantly, running my fingers along the smooth scales. They were cool to the touch but warmed quickly beneath my hand. The texture was unlike anything I'd felt before. It was smoother than I expected, almost like polished stone but with a subtle give that spoke of the powerful muscles beneath.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, tracing the gradual transition where human skin gave way to scales around his hips.
"Thank you," Cyrus said, his voice carrying that melodic quality even when speaking normally. "Most humans are afraid to touch."
"I'm not most humans," I replied, feeling bolder by the second.
His laugh was like music. "No, you certainly aren't."
As my exploration continued, I noticed something I hadn't seen before. There was a seam running along the underside of his tail just below his abdomen. Curiosity got the better of me, and I traced my finger along it.
Cyrus inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening. "Careful," he warned, though his tone suggested he wanted anything but caution.
