Like Seahorses, One Of Them Has To Carry The Eggs

It was hardly more than a seam in the gray flesh on the underside of Mercy Graves' tail...down below where her hips should be. The reporter's gills flared as she brought her fingers up to explore...fingers, Lois now saw, that had a thin but discernible web of skin between the last part of each digit. Lois Lane's own scaled body rubbed against Mercy's torso as the water in the room continued to rise.

Her webbed hands gently pulled the grey skin apart...and Lois gasped at the sudden flash of soft pink innards. Something sprung up out of that depth...springy, elastic, like a muscular pink tube...and then Lois felt Mercy's hands on her, to **** the reporter down and...

...and Lois got the idea. The smell of Mercy Graves' ovipositor was overwhelming. As the water continued to pour in, the two slid over each other, trying to get things to line up. Lois reached down between her own legs. There was no slit...but there was a particular scale that she found she could peel back. Water hit the exposed flesh, and Lois gasped in unexpected pleasure at the stimulation.

By the time the two mermaids finally arranged themselves, each gripping the other's tail, and the pink tube slid into the orifice in Lois Lane's scales, the water was above their heads. Their gills extended as they pulled oxygen from the water...the weight of the fluid pressed down on their bodies, and the two began to swirl in place, locked together, but they needed to keep the water moving over their gills to breathe. More than that, their long, sinuous lower bodies heaved against one another, locked together at that one special point...the anticipation built and built inside of Lois as she rubbed more and more furiously.

Then it happened.

Mercy cried out underwater, bubbles of air escaped from her mouth, and Lois felt something push its way into her. It felt like a marble or a golfball...it felt like a cock penetrating her pussy for the first time...and it traveled, she could feel, deep inside her body. Until finally it came to rest just a hand's-breadth above where the scales ended, behind the smooth, flat skin of her stomach.

Only...that was just the first egg...