tofi's trail

Another long day is over, and it's a relief to return home. David sighed into the warm mouth of his latest woman, a patron he had surreptitiously invited home for a shag, as he finally locked the door behind him. The woman stumbled along with him, a promise of a lay making her assume they were headed for the bed or sofa. She only had a brief moment to wonder why he had steered her into the bathroom before her head was under water.

It wasn't the first time that David had arrived home with a stranger, only to murder her or him swiftly. It wasn't the first time that he had done so with the little mermaid in the tub. The creature, startled and distressed, looked ready to pounce to try to help the woman, but had since prior attempts learned that doing something like that was ill advised, and instead cowered at the other end of the tub. David settled on top of the drowning woman's stomach, ignoring her kicking legs and straining arms. Petals pressed against the tiles when David reached for her, but Petals didn't have the strength to resist David the first time they met, and even less so now that she'd been confined in his bathroom for several months.

Petals still struggled against David, but he had no problem holding her in place. Her squirming shoulder pressed into David's chest, her tail flopped uselessly against the tub's enamel, and David's gaze traveled downward. He saw the curve of Petals' body, and the woman's face press into the scales. The woman's fingers scratched Petals, and Petals cried out in that foamy, wordless way of hers. David felt how his cock strained against his wet trousers. He bruched his lips against Petals' ear, and murmured to her, "Rub yourself on her face."

The mermaid didn't completely understand the human word, he knew, but she could understand the tones of his voice. She shuddered, shaking her head yes. She didn't understand, but she knew that she couldn't disagree when told to do something. She waited, shivering with fear and pain. The woman still struggled, surprisingly long-lived underwater. David ground his body against the woman's, demonstrating to Petals what she had to do. Guided her with his hand on the back of her rump. Petals whimpered.

But she obliged, slowly stating to grind against the woman's drowning face. David caressed Petals' head, praising her for being a quick study. He continued to guide her, continued to show her. "Unzip me," he ordered the mermaid, and those words, Petals knew. She had heard him say those words plenty of times, and her hands shook on the front of his trousers as she undid them. David's cock was a large bulge in his underwear, and though he wanted her to touch him, he ordered Petals to keep grinding.

It was a mesmerizing sight, Petals shimmering body rubbing against the woman's face. The arousal was rapidly growing, as he watched the woman drown and suffocate all at once. "Look at you," he murmured, taking Petals' face in his hand. The mermaid shivered, eyes hazy and swimming in fear. He kissed her gently on the mouth, drawing a whimper from her. "You're becoming a little murderess, aren't you? My pretty little murderess." Petals didn't know what he said, yet somehow, she seemed to understand. A sob shook her shoulders. She shook her head no. Then, slowly, yes. David kissed her again. He saw, through the corner of his eye, the last bubbles leaving the woman's mouth and he came with a moan. He filled Petals' mouth with his tongue, drawing an unwilling moan from hers.

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