The Mermaid 's Courtship
Chapter One : Rebellious daughter
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Kolin - Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the water behind the boat. I sat on the lip of the lowly fishing boat I worked with my wife, Willa. The guile was a wedding giving from my Padre, a small sloop to begin our fishing swop. It had only one mast and two sets of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My feet dangled in the calm piddle as I perched on the side. The gamey profundity fell away beneath me. My feet were bare, enjoying the cooler weewee as the sun rose high. I wiped at my brow, my skin tanned darker red than the soft merchandiser who bought our salted Pisces the Fishes and leathers.

Willa, my new bride, sat beside me. She wore a bare skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scales flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrap that tied at her right hip, letting her right leg move freely while still covering her modestly. Her diminished boob were exposed. She had undone the drubbing of her vest, exposing her dark-red teat topping her conical tits.

There were no gravy boat around, and I smiled at my wife 's delights.

"What are you thinking on ?"she asked as she stared down into the dark waters.

"Nothing,"I answered.

"You mean mermaids,"she smiled. Willa had a large smile, still girlish with the young she had only recently shed. It complimented her bold, beautiful nose and her high cheekbones. Her white hair spilled about her scarlet look, contrasting with her peel. Her orange eyes had a sparkle."Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to poke ?"

My cock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The short pants extended to my knee, leaving my legs able to bend as I moved about the small boat."Yes."

"They 're all gone,"sighed Willa."They all died out or moved away. They do n't like Calthin Bay no longer."

"They still exist in the rest of the Myrt Sea and the Nimborgoth,"I groused."Why did they flee here ? What offense did we break our sea wife ?"

A hundred age ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would take in been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the tumid stop. Pres Young couplet on their wedding day would be presented with a new sauceboat and sail out to the middle of the bay, there to pour forth their seeded player and dew upon the waters, hoping to tempt a budding mermaid.

Willa and I had done it, masturbating each other on the iniquity piddle while the full Moon burned above. No comely mermaid had broached the surface. They were gone.

"pathos the waters are too deep to reach the Merpool,"I sighed,"then you could float down there and become a merwife."

Willa smiled."And then who would be your fisherwife ?"

"You 'd be both,"I laughed. The Merpool was probably a myth. In the strain, it was claimed the master copy mermaids were birthed at the butt of Calthin bay when the potent seed of Las, God of lust, landed in the water and sank to the keister. It was said to be beneath our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

"They must have all died out,"sighed Willa as she peered down into the urine. There were no merman, at least the stories claimed, so the mermaids had to seek their fellow with the human sailors and fisher who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid 's lamentation as we waited for our net to swell.

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Ayral - arse of Calthin Bay, Triton 's realm

I stared up at the sky-blue altitude of the sea, to the surface. My purple can fluttered as I swam through the coral growth and swaying kelp of the seafloor. school day of wild blue yonder and flatware fish swam about as I wended and meander through the kelp to my beginner 's house.

In the narration of old, we used to assay for our fisherman and fisherwife above the waves. That was before magnate Triton appeared. The only merman to survive. We no longer needed to cavort with the Earth's surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so curious. What was it like above the waves in the strange region of air. Sometimes, I would see the sunlight play on the rippling waves while dour figure passed above. The fisherman and his fisherwife would trail capital cloaks of bound kelp behind them and scooping up schoolhouse of fish.

"There you are, Ayral,"top executive newt smiled. I was one of his many daughter-concubines.

He was a bighearted merman, I guess—I really had no frame of reference. His depressed half was a crimson fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, manlike torso. Unlike mermaids, he hired man no tit but hard heftiness and broad articulatio humeri. His hairsbreadth was blank and he had a thickly growth of hair covering his buttock, chin, and lips. He called it a face fungus, another thing unique to him.

"begetter,"I smiled, my regal hair flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the red coral building. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

"My dessert Ayral,"he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the biggest in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue coral piercing my pinko nub. I moaned as he drew me closer. I brushed his reddish skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red tegument, though I heard other tribes had pale, bluish, ebony, or brown skin.

pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my pussy scratch opened, my delicate flower petal caressed by the slender current floating through the house. My nipples always seemed connected to my kitty, and whenever Father played with them, my scurf parted to expose my sex.

"I 've been thinking about you all morning,"Father continued, pulling me to his back talk.

His Caucasian beard tickled my aspect as I pressed in for a buss. His sassing were strong and made my marrow beat, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not give birth fin. I tried to project what that would see like.

Father 's fingers tugged on my nipple, the pleasure driving away my reverie. After pleasuring Father, I would take in a free good afternoon to frolic in the waters. I hoped to have the courage to drown above the kelp and for the surface.

I wanted to see a fisher, even if Father of the Church said they were the most violent creatures and would only hurt me. How could that be avowedly ? Before the miracle of forefather, mermaids would wed fishermen and fisherwives.

father 's tongue swirled through my rima oris as his fingers pulled on my coral ring. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My slit parted fully, my pussy exposed to the Henry Sweet sea 's caress. beginner 's other bridge player stroked down my belly to my purple scales. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His fingers were skilled as he brushed the petals of my pussy. I gasped into the kiss, my arse kicking strong and sending the kelp waving about us swirling. Father 's digit caressed my folds and dipped into my hole.

"My sweet Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the kiss."My fresh daughter-concubine. You always know how to arouse me."

"Thank you, Father,"I smiled as he gave another tug on my mammilla.

The pleasure ran right to my pussy and my hole clenched about his probing finger. My fingers curled in bliss and I moaned. My hair floated about me as I let my head purport back and savour the skill of Father 's fingers.

"rich person you been thinking of the evil fishermen again ?"

"Of course of study not, Father,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A 2d digit entered me.

I gasped and twitched."Definitely not."The lie came easily to my lips even as the delight built inside me."I do not require to be discipline again."

sire had spanked me harshly. My tail was always so sore when he finished.

"I just want to be obedient and loving, Father."And to see a fisher. I wanted to receive out if they were as handsome as the report claimed. And were the wives as beautiful ? Would they talk their ejaculate and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid excite me ?

I felt something was lacking even at the height of my pleasure with Father.

"I love you, sire,"I smiled and gave him another candy kiss, my hands stroking through his beard. I did love Father, but it did n't palpate the Saame way as the call described. I did n't yearn for him when we were apart. He did n't make my heart race.

Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.

My pussy clenched down on his finger's breadth as I floated near him. My glossa fluttered through his mouth as we kissed. His thumb caressed across my clit. My rear end fin fluttered hard, breaking our kiss as I slid up his body.

"Do you desire me to fellate on your tits ?"Father asked as he buried his cheek between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipple as his mouthpiece sucked on my nub.

"Oh, Fatherhood,"I moaned as his strong lips nibbled. His fingers dug faster and faster in and out of my kitty-cat.

My hands stroked his powerful muscle as my tail swished. The pleasure swelled through me. groan escaped my lip. founding father 's finger's breadth were so thick. They were almost as decent as his cock. What would a fisherman 's gumshoe be like ?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisherman, his tool thrusting from his sarcoid crotch, slamming in and out my puss 's depths as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my lips. I pretended to pig her salty, slick snatch as my pussy clenched on Father 's fingers.

"Yes, yes !"I groaned."Fuck me ! Make me cum !"

I needed to be measured. I could n't let Father make love I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so often fuss. My behind swayed, brushing begetter 's scales. My fins slid up his shell, sending affectionate tingles shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman 's face was so fine-looking. He made my nub beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her kitty-cat on my mouth. I stuck out my tongue as my pleasance swelled.

I wanted to fulfill human. I wanted to see what it was like above the Wave. I climbed high-pitched on higher on my climax. I let out a wordless groan as my coming crashed through me. My torso shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet-flavored Ayral,"grinned Father as he pulled his fingers from my pussy. He brought them to my sass before the flow washed away my juices. I could taste my salty spirit in the water, my milky juice leaking out and letting out a little cloud of cacoethes to drift around us. Father moaned in delight as he licked at my juices."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased Father enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My script slid down his tum to where his deep red scale began. I slid down his sleek ordered series to his own slit. I teased the edge, the scales parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My digit dipped inside, caressing the tip of his stopcock. He expanded into the water, midst and throbbing, bore to fuck me. He wanted to fertilise my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The wax moon approached, and Father was eager to infuse me.

I was n't sure I wanted to lay his egg. It would tie me down to the seafloor while I cared for our little egg. But I could n't resist his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the rump of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my mouth kissing his scales as I neared his putz. Maybe he would spill in my mouth and I would n't have to fuck him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his luck to fecundate me. My brim kissed nearer, my buttock sliding across his scales. His posterior fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.

My lip nibbled on the tip of his cock as I stroked him. His seat fluttered faster as my garden pink tongue swirled around the carmine tip. He let out a moan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped dissolute at his cock as my mouth sucked hard.

"Are you trying to soak up me dry, merslut ?"

I moaned around his cock, my own poop fluttering as my excitement grew. I was Father 's little merslut. My oral fissure worked farther down his cock. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my mouth. My hair fluttered around my fount as I bobbed and the salty flavor of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a delicious taste.

His hand stroked the vertebral column of my ass, sliding up to where my graduated table turned into flesh. He brushed my rear slit. I gasped on his dick as he circled the incision. My graduated table grew excited and take off, exposing my sphincter.

His finger pushed into my arsehole. I groaned about his pecker and sucked as hard as I could. Father let out a low groan as his bum spasmed hard. His cock poke deeper into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat as his fingerbreadth wormed deeper and cryptical into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my little merslut,"Father groaned as he stroked my purple hair with his other hand. His digit combed through my curl as his other digits pumped in and out of my gut."You are so eager for my cum. But which hole should I dump it in ? Not your mouth. Mmm, I need something more exciting."

I pulled my sassing off his putz."Your fingerbreadth seems to revel my rise slit,"I purred, my thumb sliding across the top of his cock."Would n't you care to experience my bowels ? I know how a lot you love my sloshed pulp wrapped around your duncical cock."

"That is tempting."His finger's breadth pushed deeper into my bowels."But it is so near to the wax moon. I think you want me to spill in your slit. Or are you scared of being a mermother ?"

"Scared,"I admitted, my SOB clenching down on his finger.

"You will be an flummox mermother,"he grinned as his free hand cupped my Kuki-Chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the water system, floating right over him. His difficult dick brushed my musical scale, so close to my pussy slit."You will love our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our daughter to hatch. Do n't you want that ?"

No. I wanted to go above the waves.

"Yes, Father,"I moaned.

Father of the Church pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me pixilated. We drifted through his red coral way as his cock slid faithful and closer to my pussycat. I bit my lip as he nudged my crimp. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.

I was such a merslut.

"I can see it in your silver eyes,"Father smiled, his tail flexing and pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy. Just enough to card me and drive me wild."You want my rooster in you, do n't you, merslut ?"

"I do, Padre,"I admitted, finally being honest with him. My dead body was betraying me. Maybe he would n't fertilize me today. It was still early."Fuck your little merslut daughter, Father."

Father 's grinning grew. His tail flexed and push back his shaft deep into my hot depths. I groaned as his scurf rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my body. He slipped his digit back into my tush slit as his quarter flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my pierced nipples rubbing on his potent chest. We spun in the piss, our tails flexing as we humped our bodies together, sending us drifting up and down, back and forth. It was so terrific and wickedly fun.

"Yes, yes, fuck your little merslut, Father,"I moaned, my tail wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my seat faster, meeting his turncock 's thrust."Mmm, yes, Father. I love it."

"You want me to cum in you, do n't you ?"

"I do,"I moaned, lost to the pleasure. It was hard to worry about being fertilized when such pleasure burned through me.

My breasts rubbed against his hard chest as our tails gripped each early. His cock speared so deep into me. delight rippled through me every sentence. His finger's breadth pushed deeper into my asshole as my soundbox tensed.

"Father,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you need me to disgorge in you ?"

"I do,"I moaned."Cum in me, Father. Oh, yes ! So unspoiled ! Mmm, I 'm going to erupt like a sea vent."

Father drove his pier into my depth. My cunt spasmed about his pecker, eager for his cum. The pleasure shot through my body, electrifying me from school principal to fin. My tail spasmed in Father 's embrace as I squeezed my optic shut.

His bum undulated, working his cock faster and faster out of my cumming depths. My piddling slit milked his cock as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and thrust hard. His hammer bottomed out in me and his seed erupted.

"My darling Ayral,"he moaned as he filled me up."Soon you 'll lay my egg."

I shuddered, sucking back into reality."Yes, Father."I tried to keep my bitterness out of the vocalisation. I was just one of his many daughter-concubines. I was only his front-runner because he took my virginity a month ago.

Soon, he would stop paying as much attention to me. I would be like the elderly mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp champaign, lamenting about their clock time as Rex triton 's favorite fish. I stared up at the coral ceiling, trying to see by to the waves.

Fatherhood leg me go, his cock softening out my pussy. He pushed away from me. Milky cum leaked out of my pussy as I drifted down to the bottom. The fluid swirled away in the current. I clenched my pussy and forced out a white gob, watching it aimlessly tumble as it grew more and misty and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

"You can go,"Father said."I have business to attend to."

"Yes, Father,"I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My tail swished, and I shot out the opening. I swam through the red coral houses, passing other mermaids as they went about their job. I turned over on my back, staring up at the rippling waves high-pitched above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp fields. Older mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the strands, cleaning away sea star and early pesterer from the craw. I gave them a wave. They only gave me obdurate stares.

It was n't my faulting begetter liked his unseasoned daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp playing area was flaccid grit littered with starfish and scuttling crabs. I fell down on the bed, George Sand puffing around me before the mollify flow swept it away. My breasts swayed as the water system caressed them. I watched the surface.

A boat was up there. Its fantasm drifted with the waves. My eyes widened. I wanted to go up there and say how-do-you-do. I did n't like if it was forbidden. I licked my backtalk as the shadow slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the same electric current that washed around me.

"Daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled Sister flipped her tail and shot across the bottom of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue hair flowed around her as she hurtled right field for me, a find look on her pretty look. I gave her a smile.

"how-do-you-do, Yrsla,"I answered."I was just ... thinking."

"About those disgusting humans you are fascinated with,"Yrsla sighed. She settled down next to me and pressed her soft breasts against my side. Her hair fanned about us in the current, merging with my purple strands.

"Yes,"I answered. I did n't go on enigma from my sister. She would never give away me."I 'm tired of being founding father 's merslut. He makes me feel so ... dirty."

"He 's the only male mermaid,"Yrsla pointed out."Not only is he our father, but he is our merking."

"I know,"I sighed."It 's just ... I love the old taradiddle of swimming up to the surface and meeting a fisherman and fisherwife. Of loving them together."

"Mermaids can make love each former,"she cooed. Her lips nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my side."We could rub our one dollar bill together, or distribute them apart and raven all the tasty goodness."

"You 'll really want to eat mine,"I smiled."I was just with father."

Yrsla 's eyes widened. She spun around, her tail kicking up a large cloud of grit as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my slit, tracing my shell and coaxing my pussy to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to get hold a ivory, the Lapplander ennoble caresses and then the pink, salty material body was exposed.

We even had our own fiddling pearls—our clits.

Yrsla 's tongue licked through my folds. I let out a moan as I watched the sauceboat. It was practically overhead. I could swim up there and meet the humans. It kept drifting by as Yrsla 's tongue licked and sucked through my folds.

"Oh, you are covetous for Father 's seed,"I moaned.

"It 's so salty and good,"she moaned, her human face pressed into my slit. Around her lips, cloudy juices leaked out, a mix of seed and my pick."Mmm, and you taste wonderful."

I gasped as her tongue brushed my clit. Yrsla was always wonderful to make water dear to. I never felt used afterward. She knew how to fuck me. Not like don. He only knew how to pass water me feel like a merslut.

Yrsla 's tail swished, the soft closing brushing my face. I groaned and nibbled on her fins. She loved it, her tongue swirling faster through my congregation while her work force stroked my bottom. My consistence shuddered as the delight washed through me.

"Play with my bosom, too,"I groaned.

Yrsla contorted her body as she moved over me. Her backside bent grass so the ends of her fins could fan over my tit and caress my nipples. I moaned and shuddered. The boat was drifting by. I stared at its bottom as the pleasure swelled through me.

"Ooh, yes. You know how to please me. I love it when you eat me."

"Does it call for your mind off staring at the humans,"she panted.

"No,"I admitted."But it sure is nice."

Her prat straightened and she lowered her clam to my lips. My visual modality of the floating boat was obscured by her shell rubbing on my face. I found her dent and tongued along her tightly closed puss. She opened up. Her pink, delicious clam revealed all it 's luscious morsels.

I swirled my tongue through her salty folds. She moaned into my pussy as we tongued each early. My tail spasmed. We rose from the sandy bottom. The current seized us. We drifted along as we pleasured each other.

Her natural language sent riffle through my body. I moaned and licked harder through her folds. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like Father 's cock. Yrsla squealed into my twat and nibbled on my clit.

"Oh, Ayral,"she moaned as we spun about in the current.

"I know,"I panted. The boat was finally forgotten as we shared our sisterly love with each other."Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit."

Her finger's breadth caressed my cunt before she buried her rima oris back into my body. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her tranquil scales. My dead body spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and sweet-flavored. I never wanted to stop licking her.

"Let 's cum together,"I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes ! You have the best ideas Ayral."

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the back of her tail up to her cover, playing around at the passage between musical scale and flesh. My boobs pressed into her venter, my pap aching level massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her finger dug into my shell as her cacoethes built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew snug to cumming. I latched onto her button. I nipped it with my teeth as my tush shuddered. I was so close.

"You ready ?"Yrsla panted."I 'm so close."

"Yes, yes ! I am so gear up to cum with you."

Our bodies shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such wonderful seventh heaven washed through me. Our tails thrashed, spinning us faster in the current. We tumbled through the pee as our coming surged through us.

I was lost to the pleasure. I let it rove through my head. I kept licking her. Yrsla 's tongue never stopped playing with my pussy. I held her tight, cuddling her as we drifted, the pleasure relaxing out of my body.

"Mmm, that was fun,"Yrsla smiled, her quarter fluttering.

"Uh-huh,"I smiled, letting go of her. We parted slightly. I was facing down at the backbone. It drifted past tense us. We were caught in the current.

"Did that take your mind off the gravy boat ?"Yrsla asked as she turned over to give me a kiss.

"The gravy boat ?"

Her lips pressed on mine. We turned and the surface came into view. My eyes widened as I kissed my sister. The boat was still over us. We drifted with it while making erotic love. I broke the buss and pushed away from my sister.

We were far away from the Greenwich Village. No one would know. I swam for the forbidden surface.

"Ayral !"Yrsla called out."What are you doing ?"

"I 'm going to look at the humanity ! I have to !"

"But ... the law ! begetter will be very raging at you."Yrsla swam after me and snagged my hand, yanking me around.

"Please, Yrsla,"I said, cupping her cheeks. Her blue hair floated around her pain-filled face."I need to detect out."

"But ... humans are monsters."

"Then why did the old mermaids love them ?"My eyebrows furrowed.

"fountainhead ... they did n't consume a alternative ..."Yrsla looked up at the gravy holder."They have a net out. They 're < em > fishing. < /em >"

I rolled my center."We eat fish."

"well ..."Yrsla bit her lip.

"We keep schools of fish for feeding, Yrsla. How 's it different ?"

"They 're air dwellers. Why do n't they fuddle their net in the air and becharm those flying fish."
"Birds ?"

"Yes, hiss. Then they do n't take to contaminate are water with their boats."

I shook my head and peered into her silver eyes."Please, Yrsla. I need to bed. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we receive such romantic songs about them and narration about brave fisherwives and strong fisherman ? There has to be a reason."

Yrsla 's brow scrunched up."But ... that makes father ... wrong."Yrsla licked my rim."If you go up there, they 'll offend you. founder ca n't be wrong."

"I 'm willing to read the risk."My quarter round stroked her cheeks."Please, Yrsla."

"mulct,"she pouted and jerked away from me."Go up there and break the rules. It 'll be your own fault when you wind up dead."

Yrsla turned and drown fast, shooting back to the village.

I watched her float off. I was n't making a mistake. I felt it in my heart. This was the right decision. I loved Father, but I could n't be his merslut, daughter-concubine any longer. I did n't desire to be discarded. I wanted to be loved.

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Willa - Calthin Bay, kingdom of Thlin

I stared at the visibility of my hubby as he stared into the piss. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a rightful fisherman, not like some of the louts that tried to court me. A gorgeous head of hair of chickenhearted hair's-breadth spilled about his cervix in a sweep peck. He was solid, working a ship put muscles on any man or woman, and it was nice to angle against his frame.

So I did that, resting my head on his shoulder. The bay was n't choppy today. The boat rocked in the gentle swell. We drifted on the current that circled the bay. The water lapped cool at my feet as the sun warmed my face.

I loved being out on the bay. It was partly why I chose to marry a fisherman. And Kolin had something all the other male child that pursued me—fishermen, dockworker, merchant Logos, carpenter apprentice, and more—all lacked. Kolin had dreams.

He always talked passionately about the old stories, pining to see a real number mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a lady friend 's heart. He had sight. On our wedding night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my senior babe and their married man never went through with the reciprocal masturbation into the bay.

I was crushed with him when she did not look. He made me believe.

"Maybe there are mermaids down there,"I whispered, my hand on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather short circuit, my fingers crossing the fine stitching that held the hide together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him."We could try to attract one 's tending ?"

A smile crossed Kolin 's sass."I married the better miss on all of Rez. No, all of the Myrt Sea."

"Not all of Thlin ?"I asked.

"well,"he smiled,"I 've heard of the girls of Lusor and their large, round breasts."

I elbowed him in the stomach."You think a girl that 's never tasted the sea could be secure than me ? Their hide is so light it 's pink, never burnished by the sun."

A grin split his lips."I guess you 're right. The beneficial girl in all of Thlin."

"Then let 's summon a mermaid,"I grinned,"and court her."

My hand caressed his bulging cock. He swelled beneath my hand, always so cook and tidal bore. I pulled at the beating, the mi coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid dick. His groan was satisfying to my ears. I drew out his hammer, his tip dark-red and throbbing, leaking precum.

"You 're eager,"I purred to him as I stroked up his cock. I squeezed harder, letting the drop of precum bead the tip before I smeared it around his pollex."You 're just eager to cum, are n't you ?"

"I want the mermaid to smack my salt on the Wave,"he panted.

Kolin 's manus reached over and touched my bare venter before sliding up to my boob. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my knocker like a proper fisherwife. The town girls did n't know the freedom of the bay and the salt, and hid their white meat like shy maiden. Kolin 's calloused mitt reached my titty and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.

The joy shot down to between my thighs, moistening my pussy. My hired hand tightened on his shaft, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching clit. I turned my cheek, pressing my sassing against his cheek, his stubble was rough on my lips.

"Willa,"he groaned as my hand flew up and down on his cock. His hand squeezed my tit as his passion grew.

I kissed to his ear. My clapper flicked out, caressing it."That 's it, semen the sea and pull us a merwife."

Kolin 's dick throbbed in my hand. My early handwriting pushed inside his trunks to massage his cum-laden balls. His hand squeezed my tit every clip I played with his sensitive nuts. My hand slapped into his groin as I stroked him.

"I 'm so close,"he groaned."Willa, yes."

"Just reckon the little mermaid beneath the waves, her haircloth fanning about her beautiful case, her tit bobbing in the subaqueous current. She is staring up at us, her lip open, eager to taste your Strategic Arms Limitation Talks on the water."

"idol, yes,"he panted."Vedr 's stormy wind, I want her to taste my salt."

I hoped Vedr, Goddess of Storms, would show us her party favour instead of her anger.

"She 'll do it your flavor. Her picayune mermaid pussy will maturate so excited. She 'll draw near to the control surface while you rub my footling clit and seduce me cum so concentrated I squirt my dew into the water. She 'll make love both of our flavour and rise to the surface. She 'll courtroom us and bed us and bless us."

"I can almost see her !"Kolin moaned as he stared into the profoundness."She 's a shadow shadow, her hair fanning out. She 's watching us."

I looked down. The water rippled around the gravy boat, glinting with the sunlight. For a moment, which was probably merely a trick of get off bending and playing on the control surface, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

"Cum !"I moaned as my hand stroked up his cock."Seed the water !"

"Las 's cumming tool !"

My married man 's gumshoe throbbed in my hired hand. He growled. His prick shuddered. I could sense the cum shooting through his cock to the tip, then the white fountained onto the sea, a small bit of foam before it dissolved into the water.

"Yes ! Taste my salt,"Kolin groaned as a second blast erupted.

I squeezed hard as I slid my handwriting up his tool. A third good time snapshot into the weewee and then more dribbled out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my hand to my lips and enjoyed his salty seed.

"How can a mermaid resist this ?"I purred as I took a second lick.

"She ca n't,"he groaned."Now let 's add your dew to sweeten the waters."

I grinned at my husband, my poor cunt on fire.

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Ayral

I was so close to the airfoil. The mankind sat on the border of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the pee. Through the rippling wafture, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman 's pecker. The man 's foreign process, tipped with stubby fingers, curled in the water.

Something white shooting from him. His seed. It splashed on the water system. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to court. My kernel beat with hullabaloo. His strange not-fin extremity kicked, swirling the weewee as more of his cum rained down.

I opened my backtalk, breathing in the sea. I moved higher, searching for the taste of his cum. There was something saltier in the water. It was so faint, but it was luscious. My fondness pulsation with excitement as I swam mellow and higher.

I was breaking the law. The ocean 's control surface was so close. The salty flavor grew stronger. I loved the taste of his seed. It was so exciting.

But what if they were evil like Father claimed ? I bit my lip as I watched them. They shifted around. The Martes pennanti wife knelt on the edge of the sauceboat. The fisherman ran his hands between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of implements of war, but thicker and longer. He rubbed between them.

Why ?

I swam a little closer. My oculus widened. Between her strange, lour blazon was something pink. A incision lay between them. Her twat. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clit. My own hands slid down my belly to my exfoliation. I brushed around my slit. My material body opened up to reveal my excited clam.

I stroked my plica as I watched the man pleasure his fisherwife.

The woman 's groan were muffled, but full of joy. She sounded as scented as any mermaid crying out in walking on air. The fisherman knew how to delight her. His fingers were so deft as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my self, pumping my dactyl in and out of my greedy muddle. The salty flavor of the man 's seed was so strong in the water system. I just had to flick my buns a few times, and I would initiate the surface. I bit my lip.

They could n't be iniquity. Look at how much pleasure he gave her.

But Father also gave me that Lapplander pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the cleaning lady 's tail. They almost were like breasts, forming a pleasant-tasting, heart-shaped mound at the tops of her unknown land-fins. His lips kissed deeper and deeper in between those curvy impudence, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my arsehole ... lick it.."moaned the charwoman, her words momentarily pull in before a wave slapped up against the side of the boat.

"Wow,"I gasped."He 's tonguing her rear scratch. That 's so ..."

I almost said nasty, but then I remembered how passionate she moaned as he licked her. She loved it. This man wanted to pleasure her. Not like don. He only used me for < em > his < /em > pleasance. He fingered my pussy so I would let him fuck me.

But the fisherman already came. He did n't have to pleasure his fisherwife. He wanted to. It was so beautiful.

My digit curled in my pussy 's depths. My tail fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to receive them. I did n't care how much in fuss with father I would get into. This felt so justly to me. I brushed that limited position inside of me.

My puss spasmed about my finger.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her pussy clenched. My eyes widened as brighten juices squirted from her snatch and splashed on the airfoil of the sea. I breathed through my mouth and tasted something tangy and exciting. Her pussy was wonderful.

They had to be wonderful.

My fin fluttered and I propelled myself the last ten feet to the airfoil. I broke through the water and entered air. I gasped in daze as my tegument suddenly felt ... not wet. My hair clung around my face and articulatio humeri instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the muffle roar of the ocean.

"It 's a mermaid, Willa !"the man gasped, his words loud, almost assaulting my ears. But there was such excitement in his voice.

I knew I had made the proper decision to court of law these humans.

To be continued ...