【R76】Tide wave

The witch said: "I want your appearance and voice. Everyone knows that you are the most handsome and the most beautiful person in this country. You can't use your voice and appearance to charm the mermaid princess. You have to leave it to me. Only The best in you is the reward for magic."

The prince nodded.

The witch continued: "Once you drink this bottle of magic potion with my blood in it, you will get the mermaid tail, but there is another side effect, that is, you will never be able to return to land again. Don't look surprised, my dear." Your Royal Highness, every wish must be accompanied by a corresponding price."

The prince's face turned pale in an instant. He didn't speak, but just stared blankly at the witch.

"But I can give you a special service." The witch took out an object wrapped in oiled paper, "If you regret it, just use this knife to take out the heart of the mermaid princess, and the magic will be released, and everything will return initial."

The god of death is never surprised by a mermaid's promise of a pair of legs. In his life, he has seen all kinds of strange wishes.

But when these words came out of Morrison's mouth, the octopus wizard felt an unspeakable resentment. He yelled out in a vicious voice that he had to think about how to squeeze the mermaid, and then fuck himself the next day. , After speaking, he waved his tentacle wrist and threw Morrison out.

When the mermaid left his territory, Death turned his attention to the study of magic, trying to find a false refuge from it, but Morrison's voice kept circling in his mind.

Reaper doesn't care much about the expensive music box the merfolk have recently received, nor does he have much interest in other precious human artifacts.Every time I intentionally exchange these things that are useless to me, it’s just out of some kind of jealousy and control that haven’t been broken—as if taking away those gadgets, the mermaid will forget the memories of being with humans, and at the same time Just like every day in the past, stay in the sea safely.

Reaper opened his hand, opened it repeatedly and held it again.

He made a decision.

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As soon as the pink little mermaid arrived at Death's residence, she slipped into the storage room together with the little octopus that had been outside for a long time, as fast as snowflakes that fell on the sea and disappeared.

It would be great if Hana could do it in one go when hunting, Morrison felt tenderness in his heart, he didn't tell the little mermaid loudly to be safe as usual, for fear of disturbing Hana's interest, he retreated away from the octopus side of the wizard.Morrison turned his face to the side, just facing the two black eye sockets on the mask of the octopus wizard. This covering made of white bones is very strange. The shape does not belong to any sea creature that Morrison knows, but it is so close Hehe, I have never seen the face of death clearly through the gap in the mask.It was mysterious and helpless. Morrison couldn't escape this feeling every time he saw the Grim Reaper. "Why did you want me to bring Hana here?"

"Because she is the price for your wish." The god of death looked at the blue veins protruding from the mermaid's forehead without any surprise, and gave a high score to this childish provocation and the dramatic effect it brought. Quickly explained, "Just kidding, I won't give up Hana's long-term meal ticket for your trivial wish."

Somehow, the god of death, who once seemed far away in the sky, is now close at hand.

The bad relationship that was on the verge of breaking out was like an impenetrable coral barrier that enveloped the mermaid. He looked around in panic and went on a rampage, but he couldn't break out of this layered maze.But now the barrier suddenly shattered, and Morrison obeyed his instinct and pushed the gap hard. The barrier shattered and turned into groups of colorful tropical fish, busy swimming back and forth in the blue sea.

"I hate this kind of joke. If you dare to play her tricks, wait to say goodbye to your messy tentacles."

"You can't bear to treat me like this. Also, you know they can keep growing, right?"

The blood vessels on Morrison's forehead began to thump habitually again. He squinted his eyes and showed a fatherly smile that taught Hana to pay attention to etiquette, but everything became unnatural at the corners of his obviously cramped mouth: "Oh, this is the first I heard of such a thing once. Do you mind if I verify the authenticity now?"

"Dear Jack, you are not fit to do such a cruel thing. And don't forget, you need me to help you make your wish come true. Just imagine, when you have a pair of legs to go to land to have fun, who will be at home to help you What about the cute little fish fry?"

You don't need to be kind, Morrison muttered for a while and then said: "Are you going to help me take care of Hana? Since when have you been so kind?"

"Of course I have to take good care of my meal ticket." The God of Death elongated his tone intriguingly, "Of course, the cost of taking care of it will be included in your account."

"Asshole octopus."

"Thank you for your praise, old fishbone." The god of death fought back calmly.

The wizard led the mermaid into the room he built with giant conch shells—different from the mermaid’s habit of loving open waters, the Grim Reaper still couldn’t escape its population characteristics. Any small container suitable for hiding is the favorite place of the octopus—the shell of the snail. The openings range from large to small, and the interior is smooth and clean, presenting a milky-yellow delicate surface that can only be seen after years of friction. There are many grooves of different depths chiseled on it, and a gray stone is inlaid in each groove. Stones, when the body of the god of death touched those stones, a hazy halo slowly emerged from the inside.

The mermaid followed the octopus, and after turning around the narrow passage that could only accommodate one fish, they reached the inside of the conch.Except for the luminous stones inlaid on the dome, there are no decorations. Thick fine sand and small boulders are spread on the bottom, and the pile is as thick as one-third. In an inconspicuous corner, there are many regular excavations. The warm seawater seeps out of the hole and flows into the inside of the conch—presumably this hole is a device to drain the hot water from the surrounding submarine volcanoes.

The space here is indeed much larger than the passageway, but it is still a bit difficult to accommodate two big guys: the death tentacles cannot be spread out at all, the back of the octopus is against the shell wall, and the two tentacles are along the inner wall The arcs form an overlapping circle of tentacles, and the rest are skillfully buried under the sand.Morrison's tail could not be straightened either, but could only be bent, awkwardly stuffing itself into the small space left by the octopus' tentacles.

"Tell me about that human being."

"Since when did the great octopus wizard become interested in human affairs?"

The Grim Reaper didn't pay attention to the mermaid's ridicule, he just quietly waited for Morrison's reply.

Seeing that if he didn't answer, the octopus was going to be a silent statue for the rest of his life, Morrison said, "It's not a big deal. It's just a friend I accidentally saved."

If Morrison were to describe Reyes, human beings are like melted snow on the ice rocks on the top of mountains.He has been to many places he does not know, and may meander through green woodlands and ripe orchards, or the stone-paved canals of cities, but in the end they end up in the arms of the vast ocean.

"Although he is a human being, he is very easy-going and relaxed around him." The mermaid squinted her eyes and uttered an extremely kind and soft voice, with a gentle expression on her face, "Is it too late to meet each other? I always feel like I've known this guy for a long time."

"It seems that you have a good opinion of him."

"Because he is a good man, and he once led the fleet to expel pirates in the sea."

"Oh? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"

"I have seen... I have seen it."

"So when you are not sure whether the other party is a 'good-hearted person' who wants to destroy the pirates, relying on the sweet words of human beings, and the sense of sight that you don't know where it came from, you are ready to fight for him like an impulsive kid who has just entered the mating period. On land?"

"The feeling of being together for such a long time is not fake. I have my own judgment, and I don't need you to worry about it...Huh?" While talking, the mermaid felt his tongue was astringent, and at the same time, the tingling sensation on the tip of his tail attacked him.Morrison raised his hand with some difficulty, and strands of black silk-like smudges floated in his pale palm.

The black tentacles of the octopus emerged from the soft sand, and Morrison thought inappropriately of garden eels swaying in the waves, but soon he felt that his association was ridiculously childish.Those tentacles are not timid and shy harmless creatures. If you want to define them, they will always only be predators in high positions.The mermaid leaned against the inner wall of the snail shell. He hated the tingling sensation caused by the octopus nerve paralyzing toxin, but there was nothing he could do about it.Maybe every time the god of death wants to take something from the wisher, he will make the wisher dizzy and lose the perception of pain in advance-but if it is a place in exchange for reward, it is a bit too clean and comfortable up.

"I've been thinking about it since you left. I have to ask you what you want as a reward. You know, there are more mermaids who come to me to make wishes than you expected. Should I deal with your problems like other wishers? With one arm , half of the tail, or the entire dorsal fin in exchange for a desire to go to land? These things are very convenient to cut and have a certain transaction value, but as I said before, I will not give up long-term benefits because of the small profits in front of me .”

The tentacles of the god of death squeezed between the shell wall and the back of the mermaid, and the suction cup at the bottom of the wrist caressed the smooth skin of the mermaid. He paused for a few seconds, and soon, the two arms nimbly cut the arms of the mermaid back behind him, one without a trace. Unceremoniously wrapped around the belly of the mermaid.The suction cup began to press down until it firmly turned into several black chains hanging on the mermaid's body.Death felt the opponent's shoulder blades squirming, and he could imagine that the skin between the shoulders was wrinkled with several irregular longitudinal grooves.So he withdrew his strength slightly, and gently stroked the joint between the mermaid's skin and the lower abdomen scales with the tips of the two free arms and feet. He had taken many round blue scales from that part, but after time passed As time went on, semicircular new scales emerged from under the white skin, stacked layer by layer, extremely soft to the touch.The arms and legs slide down along the center line of the mermaid's navel until it reaches a shallow depression. The flexible suction cup at the front end sucks the scales under the shadow, and the two tentacles slowly pull it away to the sides, one left and one right.

Under the action of external force, the scale layer that originally provided protection began to loosen, exposing the genitals and cloaca hidden in the genital fissure.

Morrison arched his back in a futile attempt to hide himself.

The Grim Reaper blew a whistle, which echoed back and forth in the small space, sounding extremely ear-piercing.

Death is no longer waiting, and now he just wants to do what he has always wanted to do.The wrists and feet tied with the mermaid's arm pushed forward, forcing Morrison to straighten his back, and his body was displayed in front of the octopus wizard without reservation.Grim Reaper's fingertips covered with unknown animal bones rubbed slightly along the fleshy outer lips around the mermaid's genital cleft, and then slowly slid into the crack.Soon he touched the hidden genitals of the mermaid.Unlike the phallic arms of the octopus, the genitals of the mermaid are closer to humans, but are hidden by the genital fissures and scales, so that the streamlined body can move more smoothly in the water.

Morrison's expression changed several times, and finally there was only obvious anger and a trace of unspeakable embarrassment. The god of death didn't talk to the mermaid, and didn't want to explain his behavior. come out from inside.The two arms and feet that originally fixed the scales moved back and forth on the smooth column rhythmically together with the fingers of death.The wizard's thumb grazed the root, one arm rotated around the coronal groove, and the front end carried a small suction cup part, which was bent and covered the small hole at the top of the mermaid penis, stimulating softly and tirelessly; the other was stuck into the genital cleft In the gap with the penis, flexibly playing with the testicles hidden inside.

The twitching of Morrison's abdominal muscles became obvious, and the long shadows drawn by muscle groups appeared on the taut skin. His hips and tail kept moving restlessly, obviously wanting to attack the octopus wizard in front of him.Mermaids are elegant mystical creatures?This kind of description probably only exists in the fairy tales of human mental retardation.If Morrison hadn't been inhaled a certain amount of paralytic toxin before, according to the strength of this savage race, he would probably have punched a hole in his conch long ago.The god of death suddenly thought a little angrily, and his hands didn't stop, continuing to manipulate the organ that was gradually congested and hardened.The opening and closing of the mermaid's gills became more and more rapid, his shoulder blades were depressed, and every inch of scales were tightly attached to the limbs. The gaps between the fish scales were almost invisible, and the blue scales reflected like blue diamonds. The soft light inside the snail shell.The entire tail turned into a complete and shiny gem at this moment, as if the entire ocean had condensed on his body.

Reaper's arms and legs touched Morrison's chest and shoulders, and the sucker kissed the pale skin.He felt the hard object in his hand twitch slightly, and suddenly, a white liquid sprayed out.The mermaid's eyes were closed tightly, the upper and lower rows of teeth were tightly clenched together, and the head was turned sideways, leaving only half of the side face for Death.The short white hair swayed in the sea, soft as waves reflecting the sun.

The octopus arms and legs that cut back the mermaid's arms were released together with the one on the stomach.Although the hands were freed, the tiredness and tingling feeling of toxin erosion after release still persisted.The Grim Reaper seemed to know Morrison's feelings, and the three arms crossed behind the mermaid's back to form a comfortable net bag that was easy to lean on, and caged the mermaid inside.Morrison made a guttural sound of annoyance, but to Reaper the grunt sounded more like a sign of comfort.

Reaper pinched the mermaid's ear fins that swayed with the current.It was a moment of eternity, at least for him.Morrison now lies in his lair, like a god carried on countless sunken ships at the bottom of the dark sea, dimly illuminated by fluorite, weeping dark tears.

Reaper stuck the tiger's mouth on the mermaid's neck, and the clawed fingers viciously scraped at the edge of the gap between the gills. Morrison trembled slightly when he enjoyed stroking Morrison's jaw.

He should have taken off his mask, kissed his face, and confessed everything, told him all his dark, passionate secrets, but he didn't know how to speak at this point.They were kinked together because of their "wish". If this relationship was removed, what would be left of each other? Death didn't want to guess.In fact, there were many times when he had the opportunity to say everything, but it seemed that a giant crab clamped his mouth with pincers, preventing the sincerity from slipping out of his throat.There were still a few times when the words came to the lips, and in the end, silence won.

Reaper wrapped his arms and legs around the waist of the mermaid until they were completely attached to each other.The merman's scales scratched the rest of his standby arm, making it itchy innocuously, and he smoothed the white hair around Morrison's ear fins with his hands, then tightened his grip on the merman, the phallic arm just in time. Arriving in front of the genital cleft opened by the mermaid, rubbing against the surrounding fleshy outer lips, the mermaid began to wriggle in a daze, but the stalk-like tentacles that were touching the private parts did not budge in the slightest.The octopus’s stalked wrists, which are more flexible than fingers, squeezed into the genital opening of the merman, went down the erect penis again, and circled around the genital opening of the merman. He didn’t immediately invade the merman’s body, but kept stroking the merman skin and tail.Under this apparently lustful touch, Morrison's body temperature began to rise, and his already pale skin became more transparent. Even in the dark lair, he could still clearly see the blue under his skin that was the same color as his tail. Blood vessels, if you stimulate them a little more, you might be able to see how the blood flows in the opponent's body.

Death point to the end.

When the thick stalks were fully inserted into the vent, the mermaid let out a silent but extremely high-pitched moan.His entire back jumped out of the net bag formed by the arms and legs of the god of death, but fell back in an instant.The mermaid's moist blue eyes looked at the octopus wizard, and the blue crystals stuck under the eyelashes fell into the hollow of the collarbone, and were caressed by the fingers of death.

Morrison's body was softer than sea water, and the tight inner wall emitted warm heat, tightly wrapping the invading tentacles.The stalk wrist is a bit clumsy, advancing inch by inch in the mermaid's body, and whenever the suction cup falls and lifts up, the mermaid's mouth will always leak sweet and secret moans.The mermaid's penis is fully erect, and their racial characteristics make them somewhat similar to dolphins. Compared with the usual coldness and restraint, once they fall into the net of lust, they will become a little—— intense?

Stimulated by lust and the octopus wizard, Morrison felt that his heart was about to explode, and his body was getting hotter and hotter. Even the surrounding sea water seemed unable to extinguish the flames dancing on his skin.Under the influence of the blood flow, the tingling sensation of the toxin gradually receded, and the control of the body returned to his hands—he didn't think about anything, the instinct of the body made him move forward, swallowing the stalked wrist of the god of death even deeper, His hands stretched out and hooked Death's cold back, like a sea otter afraid of being washed away by the waves, and his sharp nails pierced the opponent's back mercilessly.

The god of death suffered pain, and the stormy revenge followed. The tips of the tentacles curled and stretched in the tunnel, stimulating the depths that had never been seen before.Morrison raised his head instantly, baring his teeth in a menacing angry expression.

"It's not fair, you obviously did it first."

"Is it fair to pour poison on others?" It may be the sequelae of mental poison. Morrison's words sounded a little stiff, but the strength in his hand was lighter.He twisted his tail, but the narrow shell was not suitable for non-mollusc fish to live in. He only waved a few times before being blocked by his arms and legs.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.Under the slap of the sea of ​​passion, Morrison quickly forgot to speak back, and swayed his waist gently following the pace of the octopus.He felt the octopus' fingers rubbing against the nape of his neck, the bony mask moving from his gill opening to his Adam's apple, and then his frantically beating heart—Morrison felt something rough brush against his chest.Not the bony mask of Reaper, but something softer and colder—the mermaid froze for a few seconds when he suddenly realized it was Reaper's lips, but soon broke away from the shock, his curiosity, of course It was his damned curiosity, he wanted to take a look.

But Reaper lowered his head, and Morrison could only see the other's short hair swaying with the waves.

The stalked arms in the body have completely opened the mermaid, and the small hole that was originally very hidden has been stretched into a full and smooth pink ring, and the surrounding connective tissue has been piled aside due to being squeezed by the tentacles of the god of death, and is pressed on the Below the thin scales surrounding the genital fissure.Reaper likes to watch the small hole that carries him being enlarged, and also likes to hear Morrison make more sticky grunts every time he twitches, the fine sand is constantly being lifted up by violent movements, mixed with extremely The tiny blue crystals blurred the line of sight of both of them.

This feeling is like watching the rain tide submerged by sea water, like passing through one dark cave after another, like the endless wandering of the soul in confusion and regret.The god of death felt that he had forgotten all the magic and spells he had learned, and disappeared in this dim shell, in the warm embrace and longing, and beside the long-awaited mermaid.Reaper had no choice but to grab the mermaid's buttocks, grab him, and jerk him hard, letting the stem-like wrists continuously stimulate Morrison's extraordinarily sensitive inner wall, and he felt the convulsion deep in the other's body.

Soon the spasms were getting worse, the place where the merman was scratching his back was getting more and more painful, and Death knew his time was running out, and in another rough jab, he shot his sperm into the merman's deep cunt. place.

Morrison was half-hanging on Reaper's body, his tail twitched from time to time, and he scooped up a lot of sand and sprinkled it on each of them.Reaper's stalked arms were still buried in his body insatiably expulsing profusion of sperm pods.The soft three-dimensional things made Morrison feel a little sore.Morrison unconsciously rubbed his cheek against Death's neck, pressed against the other's ear fins, and softly told him to get out of his body quickly.

Death froze.Soon the stalk slid out of the merman's cloaca.A few sperm pods were brought out, and Morrison instinctively reached out to the open opening, trying to get out what was left inside.Death stopped him.The reason is that these things need to be used to cast magic.

It's like what the god of death gave Morrison by kissing in the past.

All part of the flesh and blood of the octopus wizard.

Reaper touched the scales around Morrison's genital cleft. The intense sex just now opened the cleft that should have been secretly closed and turned into a fresh pink thin line.

"Did you let Angela get her feet in this way?" Morrison's voice was a little hoarse, which was very strange, obviously he didn't scream much just now.

"Jealous?"

"No."

"She gave me the prescription, and I gave her the blood. That's it." Death's shadow was cast on the shell wall, like a strange statue.

"Go to sleep," said Death, covering Morrison's eyes with his hands, "you'll be on dry land when you wake up tomorrow."

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