Chapitre 99: The Institute (40) M

The merman naked, honey-colored back was covered with drops of sweat. Its black hair was reminiscent of tendrils of evil smoke. Its robust back muscles bulged savagely, like an eagle spreading its wings, and its muscular waist exuded a formidable sense of strength. The row of black iron scales on its tail made him look like a furious caged beast. It was as though he was moments away from tearing and devouring people.

It gripped a section of snow-white waist between its hands. The owner of the waist was hanging his head, panting lowly, completely devoid of his usually domineering appearance. Satin-like black hair hung down like black curtains and the soft hips had been forcibly pushed upwards. The slick opening between those buttocks was scarlet, forced to resemble a muddy peony. That hole had been deeply penetrated from behind by a massive, thick, and dark object, so big that it seemed to want to push against his internal organs.