Mercy Needs Mermaid Pussy

The half-piscine reporter slithered across the floor on her stomach. Mercy's mermaid tail thrashed, and the bodyguard ripped at her shirt. Pale, swollen breasts burst forth, bigger than Lois figured they normally were...and Mercy kept gasping for air as the **** reporter, breathing hard herself, slithered against her.

The twin tails that had been Lois Lane's legs slid around the bodyguard's body. The reporter's hands caught Mercy's face, stared into the brown, scared eyes, and pressed a kiss on her lips. The lights in the room continued to glow, and dimly Lois was aware of clear walls rising from the floor, and vents opening in the white walls. There was the churn of an engine, and then the gurgle of great pipes. Water was welcome, but Lois knew what Mercy really needed...

Her scaled tales wrapped around the brunette's head, the wet slit pressed against Mercy's mouth. Still gasping for air, as the water began to slowly wash against their scaled bodies, Mercy slid her mouth against the reporter's pussy to drink from her salty sea...and Lois Lane, with a giggle, ran her hands down the smooth grey skin of the sturgeon-like tail, the fin of which splashed messily in the room.

The reporter's tongue found Mercy's navel...and she traced it down the hard, well-defined abs to where it faded into grey skin...and yes, there was a fold there, a kind of pocket, right where Mercy's hips had been, and the eager mermaid reporter pulled it open with her fingers to find a strange, salmon-colored slit.

Lois wondered if this was what fish pussy looked like.

Then she wondered what fish pussy tasted like.

She buried her face against that warm, smooth skin as Mercy slurped away, and all the while the water poured into their impromptu aquarium...and in the observation room, Lex Luthor watched as the two mermaids sucked and slurped at their respective slits.