Poor Eliot doesn’t get the chance to speak.

It’s as if a fin reaching from the swamp grabbed him by the arm, and tried to pull him in. Except that it was actually a webbed hand that grabbed Eliot by the cock, and it successfully pulled him in.

Dr.Browning fell face-first into the water as his weenie got tugged downwards, and was greeted by Webby’s beaming, fanged smile just under the surface; the swamp creature having grabbed the hunky scientist for two reasons: 1, to ensure her favorite boytoy was alright, and: 2, to play with his beautiful, clean-shaven human cock.

Laughing beneath the calm lake at the penis in her hand, Webby made the sexy doctor blush all over again by giving his member a quick kiss. On a sexual high to see that he was A-okay, the mischievous fishwoman swam quickly behind a rock outcropping with Eliot’s penis in tow until there was nary a chance for Rosalind to see them from the shore.

Pinning the embarrassed, naked man up against a sunlit stone, Webby checked him for injuries and found absolutely none, and then planted a great big kiss right on his lips; the doctor might’ve protested if it weren’t for the monster girl’s tongue winding down his mouth, or his immense surprise at how thoroughly he was being manhandled. At no point yet has his cock left her hand. Quickly falling victim to her charms, Eliot stuck his own tongue out to play with his favorite cryptid’s in a sensual embrace.

Her webbed fingers felt amazing on his shaft, so the man melted into her rapacious gropes; making embarrassing vocalizations of pleasure as his ass got ground into the rocks behind them by the sheer enthusiasm of Webby’s embrace.

Dr.Browning moaned a little too loudly at her touch as the beautiful creature groped his body all over, although focused squarely on his member. Eliot was powerless against her strength in this erotic situation, but he wasn’t about to complain about being fondled by a cryptid— especially not since he was so focused on their kiss.

After a heavenly few minutes of being outright assailed by the horny lake monster, Dr.Browning was sweating, panting, and moaning right at the edge of orgasm. He begged Webby to keep going when the fishwoman let go of his throbbing cock, gave him a coy peck on the chest, and swam away underwater.

”Wait! *huff* Where are you!?” Eliot whimpered as he was denied release; his cock painfully hard when his siren vanished.

Oh fuck. That could be a serious case of blue balls.