Battle With Fire (Demon Days & Vampire Nights)

I was so proud. It was annoying when she was too nice.

Hovering higher, rolling fire over my body to burn off the residual water, I drifted toward the fishing boat.

Shapes moved within the ocean’s depths to my left, two figures floating just below the surface.

My attention snapped like a rubber band, Penny and the jengu forgotten.

A wave rolled by, washing up to my waist. I created an air bubble around me and lowered into the water. The next wave rolled over my air bubble, not touching me. I had plenty of air to breathe, though I didn’t need it.

Two merpeople floated five feet below the surface, lowering slightly as their fins swayed in sync. The mermaid smiled up at the merman, no regard for anything but him. She floated on her back beneath him, her hands clasped around his neck. His touch caressed her exposed breasts, occasionally pausing to remove her flowing golden hair from around her chest.

This was it. This was it! I was giddy with anticipation. Penny might be embarrassed by voyeurism, but I definitely was not.

I lowered a bit farther just in case stupid Garret came roaring by and his boat prop was deep enough in the water to puncture my air bubble and rip off my head.

The man’s touch flowed down her sides now and along her scaly hips, the light dimming. He leaned forward with a passionate kiss, pulling his groin area—which was all fin, from what I could see—away from hers—which was also all fin at the moment.

I drifted closer, wishing I could record this on my phone, but thankful at least for my fantastic vampiric memory, courtesy of my bond with Darius. I’d remember everything as vividly as if I’d taken footage.

The merman tensed, and I knew something was happening, but I couldn’t see what. The couple was still kissing passionately, his hands on her hips, her arms around his neck.

Gritting my teeth, I lowered a little more, knowing I didn’t have all day. Penny might take her new attitude to the bank and leave me out here. I wouldn’t put it past her. She blamed me, for some reason, for the way she’d let loose in a demon sex club. Dirty birdie. Darius had filled me in. I could tell he found great humor in the whole thing.

The couple stopped in their watery descent, and then started floating upward again, apparently liking the feel of the water softly moving around them. I got it. Water banging was a good time.

The guy continued to tense, and then I saw it! From a slit in his front emerged his dick, shaped like normal but longer and with an engorged tip. It was basically coming out of the fly in his fin suit.

I’ll be damned.

It curved upward at the root and kept growing, now on the very large side. If Darius was working with that thing, I’d pat him on the head and tell him he’d have to be a bottom, because no way.

Passion intensified between the couple, the kisses turning fervent, his fingertips going white as he gripped her hips. He lowered toward her, and this was it. It had to be. This was what I’d been waiting for. Merpeople banging. An as-yet-unsolved mystery.

I drifted closer, in rapt attention. Penny could leave me for all I cared, I would get this payoff, and I’d finally know what these folks got up to during their watery mating ritual, something they kept very close to the chest. I needed to know why!

His massive dick drifted closer to her, and he eased her up a little so they weren’t totally lined up anymore. He pulled her closer, and his tip touched just below her fin-covered groin. It would be like poking a woman in the triangle at the top of her closed thighs.

Her moan was audible, even in the water. Clearly that was a sensitive spot.

Drifting ever closer, since they didn’t seem to notice my presence, I watched in scientific fascination as his length pushed against her scales. Her scales dented but didn’t part. He moved his hands a little higher on her hips, getting a better grip. I nodded with his efforts. Make it happen, bro. You’re almost there!

He moved up a little, but she spread her hands across his shoulders and pushed him back down. He’d had the right spot the first time. So what was the holdup?

Time ticked past. I hoped Penny didn’t think I was drowning and crash down here looking to save me. She’d bust up the party, and I was on the precipice of this thing. I had to see it through! They had to see it through.

He pushed again, that massive member seeking entrance, but there was nowhere for it to go. The gal put her palms against his cheeks and increased the fervency of their kiss. She pushed her lower half against him, clearly willing him inside. Uh-oh. It kinda seemed like she was trying too hard. Trying for something that she knew likely wasn’t going to happen. But why not? What was the problem?