The coppery tang of blood saturated the air, layering over her signature jasmine perfume with its sweet, floral-oceanic notes and blending into their shared musk of salty semen and sweat.
Her inner thighs throbbed with a visceral pulse-pulse sensation, sticky rivulets of warm crimson streaking down her pale skin and pooling at their joined point where his cock remained softened inside her, coated in a glossy pink-cream sheen.
Tiny hexagonal scales winked sporadically along her collarbone, pearl-opal iridescent and fading in a flicker-flicker pattern back to the pearl-sheened glow of her base skin. The sting felt like salt in a wound, but a deeper ache gnawed at her, emptiness without him filling her, and she craved more, deeper, even as the alcohol haze dulled the edges while her primal mermaid instinct clawed to the surface.
