After waiting for his breathing to become smooth and relaxed, and he should have fallen into a state of paralysis, I freed my hand and found the disinfectant from the medicine box thrown aside just now, and cleaned and checked his wound.
The wound on the mermaid's shoulder was greatly torn, and the exposed muscle was covered with a layer of translucent mucous membrane, which effectively prevented blood loss, but at the same time slowed down his healing speed. Also, there is a strange bump under the film. I carefully administered local anesthesia and cut open the mucous membrane. Sure enough, I caught a broken shark tooth in his wound—
Even though it's only half, it's about the size of my thumbnail and has jagged edges.
This thing belonged to an adult tiger shark. Just hours or a day earlier, the merman had had a violent confrontation with an adult tiger shark. Judging from the fact that he is still healthy and alive and the degree of broken teeth, the fate of this shark must be much more tragic than his.
maybe…
In order to verify my conjecture, I couldn't help reaching down and touching the mermaid's stomach. It was really bulging there, and the food hadn't been digested yet. He may have been competing with a shark for food, or the shark may have been his prey.
I couldn't help being amazed by the mermaid's attack power, imagining the scene of him fighting with sharks in the deep sea, it must be a very thrilling picture.
The mermaid doesn't know what I'm thinking at the moment, but squints quietly, watching my every move like a bystander, slightly raising his eyebrows, looking down at the hand I put on his stomach, showing all sorts of interest look.
It was as if I, who was doing all this in front of him, was just a funny innocent child who accidentally offended him.
This thought caused me a strong discomfort, and I quickly withdrew my hands, wanting to sew him up. However, my wrist was held down by his other webbed claw.
Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I immediately grabbed the tranquilizer gun and pressed it against his forehead as a warning. The mermaid raised her eyelids and glanced at the muzzle of my gun. She didn't seem to care. She didn't feel afraid, but she didn't show any intention of attacking. She was still lying lazily on the ground, like a seal basking in the sun. The strength of my wrist is also very light.
My tense nerves were slightly relaxed, and the back of my hand was covered by the wet and cold webbed claws of the mermaid, and then my palm was pressed against his rock-like undulating belly and rubbed, and my tail swung slightly under me. , seems to feel very comfortable. His gaze was also focused on my face, and there seemed to be an undercurrent hidden under the still water in his eyes, expecting something, suggesting something, as if expressing some kind of complicated appeal.
Since we want to understand this mysterious creature like a mermaid, why not try to live in peace with him from now on, maybe it will have a better effect than trying to tame him. Thinking of this, I boldly obeyed his gestures, spread my palms loosely on his abdomen, and gently stroked his muscle lines, just as gentle and friendly as treating a dolphin.
As I guessed before, the mermaid's skin is as smooth and delicate as a piece of fine silk, which is much thicker and more flexible than human skin. When I touch it, it seems that a large tiger shark has swam past me. The excitement that vaguely stimulated me rose from the bottom of my heart.
The mermaid seems to be the same as the dolphin, enjoying human touch very much. He raised his slender and powerful neck comfortably, and put his hands behind me around my waist, just like I treated him, with a rough and slippery touch. Palms caressing my back. The tail of a fish undulates under my body, and at the same time, it lifts my buttocks once and for all, shaking it slightly.
This weird behavior made me have a terrible illusion of having sex with a mermaid. At this moment, I felt a warm and hard object suddenly poked at the root of my thigh.
I immediately broke away from the mermaid's body like lightning, stood up, and the unbelievable changes under my body immediately appeared in front of my eyes: a slanted gap was opened on the surface of the mermaid's scales under the pubic bone, and a piece of human body was exposed on the lower abdomen. The lower body is an equally constructed triangular area. The genitals, which are not different from the shape of human beings, are erected high, and the swollen and purple stems spit out a smear of bright mucus, as if declaring their existence, and they are facing my face.
I never expected that my behavior could arouse the mermaid's sexual excitement. Not only because I was just stroking in a friendly way just now, but also because I am a man, and for a mermaid, I am a male.
Is there some strange smell or feature about me that makes the mermaid think I'm a female
I sensitively sniffed my sleeves and my whole body, glanced at the torn belt buckle, remembered Rhine's actions at night, and couldn't help frowning, feeling a bit of embarrassment at a loss.
I believe that my personality and appearance will never give people the illusion that I am a woman. It is nothing more than a lack of exercise due to long-term research on the theory, and my body is slightly thin. Is it because of this that both the mermaid and Rhine think that I am a weak person, subconsciously driven by hormones, and treat me as a female
It's too bad, I don't want to be seen as weak.
For a while, I was in an extremely bad mood, and the sleepiness I hadn't slept all night took the opportunity to make things worse. My brain was a little chaotic, and I couldn't help but decide that tonight's observation would end here.
In such a mental state, I simply cannot record and judge through my brain.
However, just as I bent down and dragged the mermaid's tail, trying to bring him back into the water, a series of low moans of unknown meaning came out from the mermaid's throat, like the roar of a beast when threatened. I was startled, the fishtail in my hand slipped out, bent and writhed on the ground, and then strangled my calf gently.
The mermaid's upper body also stood up, one hand grabbed my trousers, the chest rose and fell, and it continued to whisper that it was about to attack. Obviously his movements were restricted by the anesthetic, the muscles in his abdomen and arms were knotted and protruding, like a praying mantis ready to go, but the burst of strength was not as strong as before to make me unable to move.
I can totally break free.
However, when my eyes rested on his angry genitals, a bold idea jumped out of my mind unexpectedly, which made my chaotic brain calm down again for the desire to explore.
If I can get the mermaid's semen, I can study the mermaid's gene, his physical condition, age and lifespan through DNA analysis, and even calculate the reproduction law of this population. I will be able to understand this long-standing mystery. Measuring Creatures!
What an astonishing discovery this would be!
My brain is working fast, but my body is stiff because of irrepressible.
Facing the mermaid, like a controlled robot, I made a strange mistake, firmly grasping my dark eyes, half squatted down, stretched out a slightly trembling right hand, and held the thick dark red fleshy stalk. The moment I clenched it, the thing pulsated excitedly in my palm, like a slippery and ferocious electric eel.
I forced myself to isolate this thing from the upper body of the mermaid, otherwise, I would have a weird illusion that I was solving the biological desire for another man.
I moved up and down on his genitals as usual to solve my desires for myself, while deceiving myself and making an objective description in my heart.
There is a subtle but non-negligible gap between the genitals of a mermaid and a human being. Its skin adheres firmly to my palm, as firmly as the tentacles of a squid. If this is during sexual intercourse, the male mermaid must be able to firmly adhere to the inner wall of the reproductive tract of the female mermaid, so that the other party cannot break free, which is the same as that of a shark during sexual intercourse.
I try to maintain a scientific and calm demeanor. But contrary to expectations, when the mermaid's webbed claws climbed up my back, and the entire sturdy upper body was close to my body, a strong sense of discomfort surged up instantly. I almost couldn't help but wanted to run away, but I knew that the price of doing so was that I would lose the chance to obtain the precious mermaid semen.
So I increased the strength of my men, hoping that he could release it quickly. The genitals of the mermaid are hot and swollen like a red-hot iron pillar in my hands, his breathing is heavy and messy, the tail of the mermaid is shaking my buttocks as before, but the ups and downs are even bigger, shaking my upper body. The center of gravity is unstable.
The mixed discomfort almost overwhelmed me instantly.
Shame, immorality, and fear invaded my nerves at the same time. Not only did I have the illusion that I was having sex with him, but I also had the illusion that I was a female mermaid being raped by him.
What a nightmarish experience it was! All my nerves tightened into a ball, but at this moment, the mermaid moved closer, so close that it almost rubbed against my ears, and the hot breath from his mouth sprayed on my neck, like a coveting, The desire that would invade my body at any time turned into an undercurrent and penetrated into my collar...
My body became hot uncontrollably, and I couldn't help turning my head to the side—
He supported his body with the fishtail below the buttocks, he was already a full head taller than me who was half squatting, and his arms completely surrounded me. I could just see his throat rolling and swallowing because of his desire to be satisfied, his thin lips parted in an obscene arc, and his sharp teeth were cold.
"A...ga...res..."
The mermaid whispered against my ear, her voice was deep and hoarse, like the waves of deep sea ravines.
This string of intermittent whispers reminds me of the god of lust in "The Key of Solomon", Agares. And the voice of the mermaid seems to have the demonic nature of an evil god. I was bewitched, and for a moment I lost all the strength to twist my neck, and let him hold my earlobe with his lips, curling his tongue, sucking greedily. stand up.
The string of low moans lingered in the depths of my eardrums, my mind was like a vortex, I was dizzy and heavy, and my body swayed against the mermaid's body. His sharp webbed claws sliced open the clothes on my back, and the icy chill ran along my spine and went straight to my lower body. At the same time, the wet and thick fish tail squeezed into the base of my legs, separating my legs open.
I perceived all this in a daze, but I was powerless to resist, as if I was in a nightmare, everything around me was covered with an illusory black mist, and the world was distorted, but the increasingly thick lust in my stomach was so real that I couldn't resist it.
When I gradually lost consciousness, I suddenly heard a shout from a distance: "Desaro!"
"Desaro!"
The shout was getting closer and clearer, coming through the fog and hitting my nerves all at once. I woke up suddenly from the state of being possessed, and the suppression on my body was suddenly loosened. Before I could see clearly, the mermaid rose from the ground in a snake coil, turned into a slender black shadow, jumped into the water column, and disappeared. Among the aquatic plants.
I froze in place for a second or two in panic, only to realize that I was soaked through at some point, the clothes on my upper body were in tatters, and there was a big hole in my back, and I was wading dripping down in the water.
What just happened
My brain seems to be formatted and blank. I can't remember what happened a few seconds ago. I can only recall that I tried to get the semen of the mermaid.
At this point, my attempt clearly failed. Maybe it was my behavior that frightened the mermaid, which made him escape so quickly.
I looked at a piece of calm water, thinking a little depressed.
"Desaro, where are you!"
That's Rhine's voice! He seemed to be on the deck above my head. I felt my scalp go numb, and hurriedly picked up the scattered medicine boxes and DV, and fled out of the bottom cabin in a panic.