Xanthe groaned as he closed his eyes where he lay. As he found his way to his magic's inner core he became increasingly aroused, the soft pink flesh of his mermish penis sticking out and throbbing greately. He ran a hand through his long blonde locks and massaged his temples as he began to work himself out of his trance once again, staying in it too long could cause a coma and that wouldn't be too good for him now would it? As Xanthe worked his way out he began to feel a tingling sensation he knew too well. He was hungry, but not for food. For a different kind of satisfaction.