Page 45 of The Merman's Betrothal
Fionn beamed at him. ‘This is wonderful, Rory. This changes everything!’ Inside he screamed with exhilaration. The fates had not made a mistake after all!
‘What did youdoto me?’
Fionn puffed out his chest. His execution had been flawless. ‘I stimulated your egg bower and your body reacted accordingly!’
‘My… what?’ Rory wriggled, attempting to sit upright while getting control of his breathing.
But Fionn, too caught up in the joy of his discovery, responded by enthusiastically flexing his finger again to make his point. ‘Your bower.’
Rory spasmed. A strangled noise like ‘Hnnngh’ rose from his throat while another dribble of cum pulsed from his cock.
‘You’re very responsive,’ Fionn remarked, delighted with the observation.
‘Oh, god.’ Rory struggled to get upright. He slipped back down and settled for remaining reclined.
‘Shall I do it again?’ Fionn asked.
‘No!’
Fionn’s elation sank a little, but he respectfully pulled away. ‘Very well.’
Rory collapsed as Fionn’s fingers left his body. His muscles relaxed, legs stretching out in the bath. He lay placidly in the cool water, avoiding Fionn’s gaze.
‘That’s some trick,’ Rory muttered eventually. ‘Didn’t think it was going to bethatgood.’
Fionn’s heart sang. He had impressed Rory with his prowess. The soul bond was not a mistake of nature. They were surely a perfect match.
Fionn could barely keep the hum of DeepSong out of his voice. It lent melody to his words as he tried feverishly to explain. ‘It felt that way because your body is built for it. Your body is built for mine, Rory Douglas. You have a bower, and that is proof! It means you are—’
‘Stop. Shut up.’ Rory’s face scrunched as he rubbed his forehead. ‘What the fuck is a bower?’
Fionn plucked Rory’s free hand from the water, clasping it in his. With total sincerity, and in hindsight too much enthusiasm, he said, ‘It is the chamber in the body where Bluefolk receive their partner’s eggs.’
Chapter Fifteen
Rory looked down slowly at the merman’s fist clasping his own. Fionn’s hands were almost twice the size, making him feel smaller than he was.
‘Their partner’s what?’ he echoed.
‘Eggs,’ Fionn responded, too fucking happily. ‘Do you see what this means? Your body is—’
‘What do you mean,eggs?’ Rory yanked his hand away. The bath water was cold. He was suddenly overcome by the urge to get dry again.
He heaved himself out of the tub and shoved past Fionn for a towel. The merman was still gabbling something about his fucking alien anatomy. ‘—and then we deposit our eggs through the organ that is like a human penis, into the bower where they are fertilised and developed by the birthing partner, until—’
‘What the fuck are you talking about?’ Rory interrupted flatly. He tied the towel tightly around his waist while trying to ignore the hidden shape that was causing a tent in Fionn’s kilt.
Impatience flashed over Fionn’s face. ‘Haven’t you been listening? I am saying that because you have a bower it must mean—’
‘Fuck off!’ Rory screamed, stopping him dead.
It stopped himself dead, too.
Whatever post-bliss calm Rory had briefly enjoyed in the bath now rapidly left him, leaving only cold dread in its wake.He didn’t want to know what gross conclusion the merman had come to while railing his ass. Well, not railing, more like very gently massaging, and then sort of probing, followed by this really deep sort ofachethat abruptly swelled into the most nut-shattering orgasm he’d ever experienced.
To Rory’s horror, instead of fucking off, Fionn took a step closer. His mouth was drawn into a grave frown. For an instant Rory thought Fionn was about toactuallyrail him, give him a good proper fucking, and wouldn’t that be an excellent way to spend the rest of the afternoon?
How am I still horny?Rory thought blearily, considering his balls now felt tender after their encore performance in the bath.
