Xanthe lay in his cave staring out at the ocean upside down as he was lying on his back. He had his eyes closed and he was in mermish form, his smooth black tail scales cool against the moist rocks. He was in a bit of a trance at the moment, trying to get in touch better with his magic. He figured he'd best get a better handle on it before he hurt someone as he had before several times when it got out of control. Besides that, however, there was an even bigger problem. Falling into trances like these almost always caused Xanthe to become aroused, and that presented the problem of mermish cum. It smelled wonderful and was extremely pungant.