Keep going.

"Would you like to--?" the queen asks, lingering at the end of her question with the implication being obvious. There's a stretch of embarrassed silence, though entirely from Snow, as the queen seems more than bold enough to even continue right in front of her. As before, she squeezes your throbbing hard shaft between the tight flesh of her massive melons and begins again with a slow, sensual stroking--ripples of water wafting in each direction, reminding you both of the depth you're in, as well as how strong merfolk must be to move in the way they do even beneath the sea. At this point, your legs are growing weak. You can't wait to finish, between her titties, in her mouth, and once again you'll have been drained by a monarch, which seems to be a strangely common occurrence all things considered.

Snow backs away, however, bumping into the wall behind her, which gives her a little scare given how she's on edge--in more ways than one. You watch as her pale fingers push against her soft stomach. They work their way down, and once again disappear beneath the fabric of her loin cloth. There she pets her kitty, and watches with burning cheeks as the two of you keep going.

Queen Iri gasps. She tilts her head with a bright smile. "Does this feel good, Sir Warren?" Her airheaded persona is back. "I heard this makes men feel amazing. A special massage that makes you soo happy that you'll practically burst!"

You moan with a hand on your head, tilting back as you let the pleasure take you over. "Oh god yes," you mutter.

She wraps her lips around it and just as she did before, she takes it in, though deeper this time. The wet, slippery sensation of her tongue, and the water around you, provides a unique spin on such pleasure. It seems this world will never stop offering something new to experience. Finally you can't stay standing anymore. The tall, fish-tailed woman takes full advantage of this, and pins you to the ground with her heavy tits completely enveloping your dick. Up down, up down. Her speed increases, both with her hands pushing together her tits in a rapid stroking, but also her tongue as she gulps you down.

Snow's nostrils flare as things ramp up. Her speed matches the queen's. As a high level rogue, it makes she'd be such an expert with her fingers. Her knees buckle and she slides slowly to the ground on her rump, all while pleasuring herself to the sight in front of her.

You put a hand on the side of the queen's head, feeling the soft silkiness of her hair. "I'm... gonna burst," you groan.

She pops it from her lips for a moment to say, "Hehe I told you!" before devouring you with an even more heated passion than before. It takes you off guard. With your chest heaving up and down, and a burning warmth growing through your body, you know you're about to cum. Your toes start to curl in, and with shaky breaths, you let out a moan of pleasure. Your hips move up, but she pushes you down even harder. You can hardly see your own shaft between her tits. It's a miracle she can suck so well despite this. But her technique is incredibly, and her tongue is rather long as well, yet she looks up towards you with an expression of obliviousness--one she does on purpose.

You look to Snow, and she looks back to you with a face glowing red. She bites her lip, and her legs squeeze together around her hand as you sense her oncoming orgasm. Her skin is covered in goosebumps, and her heart is racing. This is what thrills her most, and being stared at right in the middle may be embarrassing, but she's clearly loving the opportunity to express her desire so openly.

Your eyes roll back, you take a deep breath, and then you erupt. Heavy throbs send every last drop deep into her mouth, which is eaten in its entirety. Snow squeaks as she tries to hide her own pleasure while her climax washes over her. The queen, while she may be the only one not orgasming in this moment, practically has hearts shining in her eyes at such an erotic display. Her tongue dances around the head of your dick, especially right beneath, and while still squeezed between her titties, you finish completely. A small amount is seen upon her green coloured skin, though the water around her slowly causes it to dissipate.

You're left winded and happy on the ground for a moment--floating an inch above, watching Queen Iri swim back up to tower above both of you. Snow tries to stand, and does so thanks to the minimal gravity affecting one underwater. She swims with wobbly legs towards you.

As you eventually get up, the queen has already tied her seashell bra back around her breasts. "That was... amazing."

Snow hands you the one garment of clothing you've been wearing. "Th-This isn't what I expected to happen. Apologies if I've acted inappropriate."

You stand, or rather, swim upwards to begin dressing yourself. "You should know by now this isn't all that unusual."

"It's weird if you say it like that though! Like we're a bunch of perverts or something."

You gently hold the cat's arm and look her warmly in the eyes, and with your Kitty Sense, you feel some of her nerves melt away almost instantly. Then you turn your eyes to the queen. "So is that how mermaids formally greet each other?"

She pulls back her hair and smiles. "Sure. Why not?"

You shake your head and laugh. "Well, I'm not gonna lie, it's helping me think more clearly."

"I believe that's called sage time," Snow comments.