The waves glistened in the distance, stained with fading streaks of bioluminescence from the magic circle Allen had just defiled with his cum. The mermaids had finally vanished into the sea—though not without a whole lot of blushing, stammering, and not-so-subtle peeking at the man who had just rearranged Fina's guts in full view of the moonlight.
Allen stood there, cock still heavy, still twitching, still slick with the aftermath. He hadn't even bothered to tuck it all the way back in, and honestly? Why should he? If the mermaids wanted a little show to swim away with, he was doing a damn public service.
Fina was clinging to him like he was her anchor, legs trembling, mouth curved in a dazed, satisfied smile. She was still leaking—hell, dripping—his cum down the insides of her thighs, soaking the bare curve of her hips, her fur matted and sticky.
Beside them, Rinni was giggling uncontrollably.
