Prince Bueng stood gloriously naked on the bed and stepped into the water. He shifted closer. In a swift movement she didn't anticipate, he'd turned her to her side, bringing his body flush against the back of hers, his chest pressed into her back, and his arms coming around her to take possession of her breasts. Hard male hands closed on soft female flesh, fingers stroking the nipples in a way that had her arching and pushing her hips back against him in an involuntary response.
Her tail fin was plum, as glossy as hair under water. It concealed the dampening canal in her sex that could be stretched through the layering of scales that were softer there, allowing for penetration.
"Can you find the source of my pleasure, my prince?"" she asked, challenging him.
