35. Ries

35

Ries

W e're in a nymph bar, and I can feel the sexuality oozing around me like sylvan mud through my toes. A thick glop of need should be making me crazed to fuck.

Instead, I'm mildly aroused but in no need of jumping anyone.

That's odd, but since being with Kami, the need is no longer riding me so hard. She's eased the hunger.

Normally, I do my best to repress my urges, able to handle them better than most my kin. I'm not a full merman, after all, but also part mage. Though the merman is alive and well inside me, coming inside Kami feels more necessary than just coming.

Still… Why isn't this place making me crazed with desire? It even affected the demon. Malkar's eyes blazed, and his dick tented his trousers as he calmly escorted Kami upstairs.

I wonder how Oz and Crash are doing.

Oz is in deep conversation with the orc tending bar. As I approach, I hear them lapsing into orcish now and again .

Crash sits next to them nursing an ale. He doesn't look a hundred percent better yet, but he's definitely on the mend. I'm impressed Kami's magic worked so well to help him heal. Although it wasn't her so much as it was the meyerbane.

Still, she found it and fused it into that apple for him.

The apple with shiny red skin, coppery leaves, and black flesh.

I recall her taking my energy days ago. A suspicious exchange. Paired with an odd apple?

Yet if she was a necromancer, I would be dead by now. The bloodthirsty species kills everything in their path. Fearing them is ingrained into us since birth and reinforced by monarchs and Pure alike.

I admit, seeing that apple had taken me aback. But since it hadn't bothered Oz, who'd apparently already eaten one, I knew the fruit to be safe enough.

"You feeling okay?" I ask Crash as I sit next to him.

"Yeah, I'm good." He sounds bummed.

I can't help smiling.

"Oh, fuck you."

I laugh. "Come on. It was funny."

He can't hide a small grin. "Maybe."

"Would it be so bad to be tied to Kami? She's cute and sweet. And man, she's one hell of a ride." I mean all that in the nicest possible way.

"Your girlfriend , you mean?" He snorts. "I thought she was going to cry when you said we're not friends. But you were just buttering her up so you can fuck her later. Mermen."

I'm offended though I shouldn't be. "She's nice. I don't want to hurt her feelings." Except that he's right. We really aren't friends.

We're forced acquaintances who must work together to survive .

"I don't hate her," he grudgingly states.

"Wow. You don't hate her," I say with false cheer. "What a great gal she must be." I snort. "Why are you being such a dick?"

He flushes. "I don't like liars. Just be honest. I am."

"Yeah right. Tell the truth, Crash."

"I am."

"You want her more than I do. I see it on your face every time you look at her. You're lying to yourself. You're scared of the girl, but I'm not sure why. She's not out to hurt or betray us." I don't think. I don't say that though.

Crash has been hard on Kami, and she doesn't deserve it. From what I've gathered, she's as much a victim as the rest of us.

"Yeah, well, maybe I do want to do her. Doesn't mean I like her." Crash shoots me a knowing look. "Doesn't mean I'll lie to her to get what I want."

"Whatever." I motion for the barkeep to get me a poppy wine, grab it, and leave Crash to his bitterness.

I sit back at the table when a curvy nymph joins me.

I'm still aroused but not so happy about it. Crash makes me seem like a dick out to get what I want from Kami by unfair means.

I'm not a rapist. I don't lie. I charm. I seduce. But only to give pleasure and gain release from the constant grip on my libido. It's not my fault females love me. It's genetic.

"Oh, a merman." The nymph titters and drops her top.

Her tits are fabulous. Full with pretty pink nipples glazed with something shiny.

"Want a lick of honey, baby?" She offers one to me and sits on my lap.

Normally I'd be all over that. But something about her turns me…off .

"I'm good. I like watching," I lie to get her off me.

She's squirming on my lap and making me less erect.

Something that has never in my life happened. Once I'm hard, I'm soon either coming into someone or relieving myself. It never just goes away.

Until now.

She smiles brightly. "Oh, a voyeur. Love that. Follow me with your eyes, sugar."

I watch her walk over to a blue fae by the wall. She whispers something to him. He looks over at me, grins, and nods.

Then she yanks down his pants and starts blowing him.

And all I can think of is Kami upstairs with Malkar.

I wonder if she'll like him better than me. If she liked Oz more.

And if she'll let me make it up to her if she does prefer them. I'm not bragging when I say I can make a woman come hard. So much pleasure. I've been learning how to make women happy since I learned to talk.

Pretty words. Pretty deeds.

And once I hit puberty, glorious, dazzling, orgasmic sex.

I'm still not sure why Crash is stopping himself from having her.

We all made a deal.

Plus, Kami liked it.

I want her again.

And there I am, hard as a rock. Thinking about her with our group. Man, all of us at once.

That would be great. I wonder…

"Crash?"

He's taking the stairs two at a time.

Should I follow him?

Then Oz calls my name .

I'll find the fire fae after I deal with the orc.

I reach him and the bartender. "Yeah?"

Oz doesn't look happy. "We have a problem."