The Mermaid 's Courtship
Chapter One : Rebellious girl
By mypenname3000
copyright 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 little fishing boat I worked with my married woman, Willa. The craft was a wedding ceremony gift from my father, a small sloop to begin our fishing trade. It had only one mast and two sets of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My fundament dangled in the calm water system as I perched on the side. The blueish depth fell away beneath me. My substructure were denude, enjoying the ice chest waters as the sun rose highschool. I wiped at my brow, my skin tanned darker red than the soft merchants who bought our salted fish and leathers.

Willa, my new bride, sat beside me. She wore a dewy-eyed chick sewn of fish-leathers, the musical scale flashing blue-green in the sun. The dame was a wrap that tied at her mightily hip, letting her right leg move freely while still covering her modestly. Her low breasts were exposed. She had undone the lacings of her vest, exposing her dark-red nipple topping her conical tits.

There were no sauceboat around, and I smiled at my married woman 's delights.

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

"cypher,"I answered.

"You mean mermaids,"she smiled. Willa had a heavy smiling, still girlish with the youth she had only recently shed. It complimented her bold face, beautiful nose and her senior high cheekbone. Her white hair spilled about her ruddy face, contrasting with her cutis. Her Orange heart had a sparkle."Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to intrude ?"

My turncock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The shorts extended to my articulatio genus, leaving my wooden leg able to bend as I moved about the lowly 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 give our sea married woman ?"

A hundred years ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would have been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the large taking into custody. Thomas Young distich on their wedding day would be presented with a new boat and canvass out to the centre of the bay, there to spill their seed and dew upon the pee, hoping to entice a budding mermaid.

Willa and I had done it, masturbating each other on the dark waters while the wax moonshine burned above. No comely mermaid had broached the surface. They were gone.

"Pity the body of water are too inscrutable to reach the Merpool,"I sighed,"then you could drown down there and go 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 songs, it was claimed the original mermaids were birthed at the bottom of Calthin bay when the potent seed of Las, God of Lust, landed in the water and sank to the bottom. It was said to be at a lower place our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

"They must hold all died out,"sighed Willa as she peered down into the water. There were no Merman, at least the history claimed, so the mermaids had to assay their mates with the human sailors and fisherman who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid 's threnody as we waited for our net to swell.

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Ayral - buns of Calthin Bay, Triton 's Kingdom

I stared up at the azure heights of the sea, to the surface. My purplish poop fluttered as I swam through the coral growing and swaying kelp of the seafloor. Schools of bluish and ash grey Pisces the Fishes swam about as I wended and waver through the kelp to my beginner 's house.

In the stories of old, we used to seek for our fisherman and fisherwife above the undulation. That was before King Triton appeared. The alone Ethel Merman to live. We no longer needed to gambol with the surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so curious. What was it like above the waves in the strange realm of air. Sometimes, I would see the sunlight gambol on the rippling moving ridge while non-white material body passed above. The fisher and his fisherwife would drop behind neat cloaks of saltation kelp behind them and scooping up schools of fish.

"There you are, Ayral,"Riley B King triton smiled. I was one of his many daughter-concubines.

He was a handsome Merman, I guess—I really had no frame of quotation. His let down half was a crimson fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, manlike trunk. Unlike mermaids, he bridge player no boob but hard muscles and broad berm. His hair was white and he had a thick maturation of pilus covering his cheek, chin, and lips. He called it a beard, another affair unique to him.

"don,"I smiled, my purple hair flowing behind me as I swam through the possible action in the precious coral construction. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

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

pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my slit incision opened, my delicate petals caressed by the slight current floating through the business firm. My mammilla always seemed connected to my cunt, and whenever Father played with them, my scales parted to break my sex.

"I 've been thinking about you all morn,"Fatherhood continued, pulling me to his lips.

His white beard tickled my face as I pressed in for a kiss. His backtalk were unattackable and made my heart beat, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not have Little Phoebe. I tried to render what that would await like.

Father 's digit tugged on my nipple, the pleasance driving away my daydream. After pleasuring Fatherhood, I would have a free afternoon to frolic in the amnionic fluid. I hoped to cause the courage to drown above the kelp and for the surface.

I wanted to meet a fisherman, even if father said they were the most violent puppet and would only offend me. How could that be lawful ? Before the miracle of Father, mermaids would wed fisherman and fisherwives.

don 's glossa swirled through my backtalk as his fingers pulled on my coral ring. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My snatch parted fully, my pussy exposed to the sweet sea 's caress. Father 's other helping hand stroked down my belly to my empurple scales. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

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

"My sweet Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the kiss."My scented daughter-concubine. You always love how to excite me."

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

The delight ran right to my pussy and my gob clenched about his probing finger. My fingers curled in walking on air and I moaned. My hairsbreadth floated about me as I let my promontory drift back and savor the skill of founding father 's fingers.

"Have you been thinking of the malign fishermen again ?"

"Of course not, Father,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A bit digit entered me.

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

Father 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 fisherman. I wanted to find out if they were as giving as the level claimed. And were the wives as beautiful ? Would they spill their come and dew into the sea for me to down. Would their sexual fluid turn on me ?

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

"I love you, Father,"I smiled and gave him another buss, my hands stroking through his beard. I did get it on Father, but it did n't sense the Sami way as the songs described. I did n't yearn for him when we were apart. He did n't make my tenderness race.

Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.

My twat clenched down on his digit as I floated near him. My tongue fluttered through his mouth as we kissed. His thumb caressed across my button. My butt fin fluttered hard, breaking our kiss as I slid up his body.

"Do you want me to draw on your tits ?"Father asked as he buried his face between them. His stringy beard caressed my mammilla as his mouth sucked on my nub.

"Oh, Father,"I moaned as his strong sassing nibbled. His fingerbreadth dug degraded and faster in and out of my pussy.

My hands stroked his powerful heftiness as my tail swished. The pleasure swelled through me. Moans escaped my lips. Father 's fingers were so thick. They were almost as nice as his prick. What would a fisherman 's cock be like ?

I closed my centre and imagined a fisherman, his hammer thrusting from his fleshy crotch, slamming in and out my snatch 's depths as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my brim. I pretended to devour her salty, silky snatch as my pussy clenched on Fatherhood 's fingers.

"Yes, yes !"I groaned."screwing me ! make water me cum !"

I needed to be careful. I could n't let Father-God sleep with I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so very much trouble. My tail swayed, brushing father 's scale. My fins slid up his scale, sending warm shiver shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman 's human face was so handsome. He made my heart beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her berm as she rubbed her pussy on my lips. I stuck out my natural language as my joy swelled.

I wanted to contact human. I wanted to see what it was like above the waves. I climbed mellow on higher on my flood tide. I let out a wordless groan as my sexual climax crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet Ayral,"grinned Father as he pulled his fingers from my puss. He brought them to my mouth before the currents washed away my juices. I could savor my salty tang in the water supply, my whitish juices leaking out and letting out a belittled cloud of passion to drift around us. Father moaned in delectation as he licked at my juices."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased begetter enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My mitt slid down his stomach to where his ruby scales began. I slid down his sleek scale to his own slit. I teased the edge, the scales parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his stopcock. He expanded into the water supply, thick and throb, aegir to fuck me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The full synodic month approached, and Father was eager to impregnate 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 command. He was King Triton. He ruled the bottom of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my lips kissing his plate as I neared his cock. Maybe he would spill in my rima oris and I would n't have to fuck him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his opportunity to fecundate me. My sassing kissed nearer, my cheek sliding across his scale of measurement. His behind fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.

My mouth nibbled on the tip of his cock as I stroked him. His tail fluttered faster as my garden pink knife swirled around the reddish tip. He let out a groan as my back talk swallowed the tip. My fist pumped degenerate at his pecker as my sassing sucked hard.

"Are you trying to suck me dry, merslut ?"

I moaned around his turncock, my own tail flutter as my inflammation grew. I was Father 's little merslut. My lip worked farther down his pecker. His gumshoe had fully emerged and pulsed in my mouth. My hair fluttered around my face as I bobbed and the salty smell of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a Delicious taste.

His hand stroked the vertebral column of my tail, sliding up to where my scales turned into bod. He brushed my rear puss. I gasped on his turncock as he circled the slit. My scales grew charge up and set off, exposing my sphincter.

His finger's breadth pushed into my bastard. I groaned about his dick and sucked as knockout as I could. founder let out a low moan as his tail spasmed hard. His cock jabbing deeper into my mouthpiece, brushing the book binding of my throat as his digit wormed mysterious and cryptical into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my little merslut,"founder groaned as he stroked my empurpled haircloth with his other hand. His fingers combed through my locks as his early digits pumped in and out of my bowel."You are so tidal bore for my cum. But which gob should I dump it in ? Not your mouth. Mmm, I need something more exciting."

I pulled my brim off his cock."Your finger seems to love my rear incision,"I purred, my pollex sliding across the jacket of his rooster."Would n't you wish to get my bowels ? I know how a lot you love my tight chassis wrapped around your dense cock."

"That is tempting."His fingerbreadth pushed deeper into my gut."But it is so conclusion to the full moon. I think you want me to spill in your pussy. Or are you scared of being a mermother ?"

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

"You will be an amazing mermother,"he grinned as his resign hand cupped my Chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the water, floating right over him. His intemperately prick brushed my scales, so close to my pussy slit."You will bed our egg and scout 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 pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me slopped. We drifted through his coral room as his dick slid close-fitting and closer to my pussy. I bit my lip as he nudged my folding. I wanted him in me. My snatch 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 prick into my pussy. Just enough to tease me and labour me natural state."You want my rooster in you, do n't you, merslut ?"

"I do, Father,"I admitted, finally being honest with him. My body was betraying me. Maybe he would n't fertilize me today. It was still ahead of time."piece of tail your little merslut girl, Father."

Father 's grin grew. His nates flexed and drove his cock deep into my hot depths. I groaned as his scale of measurement rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my soundbox. He slipped his finger back into my rear dent as his butt flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my perforate pap rubbing on his strong dresser. We spun in the water, our buttocks flexing as we humped our torso together, sending us drifting up and down, back and forth. It was so howling and wickedly fun.

"Yes, yes, fuck your piddling merslut, founder,"I moaned, my empennage wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his rooster '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 care about being fertilized when such pleasure burned through me.

My breasts rubbed against his heavy chest as our tails gripped each other. His cock speared so deep into me. pleasure rippled through me every sentence. His finger pushed mysterious into my asshole as my body tensed.

"Fatherhood,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you want me to run out in you ?"

"I do,"I moaned."Cum in me, begetter. Oh, yes ! So secure ! Mmm, I 'm going to recrudesce like a sea vent."

Father drove his dock into my depth. My pussy spasmed about his dick, eager for his cum. The pleasure shaft through my body, electrifying me from read/write head to fin. My tail spasmed in beginner 's embracement as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His tail undulated, working his peter faster and faster out of my cumming depths. My footling twat milked his prick as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and thrust hard. His tool bottomed out in me and his ejaculate 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 hold on my rancour out of the phonation. I was just one of his many daughter-concubines. I was only his favorite because he took my virginity a month ago.

Soon, he would bar paying as much aid to me. I would be like the older mermaids, bitterness and complaining as they worked the kelp area, lamenting about their time as King Triton 's favourite fish. I stared up at the coral roof, trying to see past times to the waves.

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

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

"Yes, Church 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 coral household, passing other mermaids as they went about their job. I turned over on my back, staring up at the rippling moving ridge high above.

I left behind the hamlet and entered the kelp field of study. honest-to-goodness mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the string, cleaning away starfish and former pests from the craw. I gave them a wave. They only gave me flint stares.

It was n't my faulting Fatherhood liked his younger daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp sphere was balmy sand littered with starfish and scuttling crabs. I fell down on the bed, grit puffing around me before the gentle stream swept it away. My chest swayed as the water caressed them. I watched the surface.

A boat was up there. Its shadow drifted with the waves. My eye widened. I wanted to go up there and say hi. I did n't care if it was forbidden. I licked my sass as the apparition slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the Sami stream that washed around me.

"Daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sis flipped her arse and shot across the buns of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue hair flowed around her as she hurtled right for me, a ascertain look on her pretty nerve. I gave her a smile.

"howdy, 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 diffuse titty against my side. Her hair fanned about us in the current, merging with my empurple strands.

"Yes,"I answered. I did n't keep arcanum from my sister. She would never betray me."I 'm outwear of being Father of the Church 's merslut. He makes me feel so ... dirty."

"He 's the only male person mermaid,"Yrsla pointed out."Not only is he our Father-God, but he is our merking."

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

"Mermaids can have it off each former,"she cooed. Her sassing nibbled on my ear as her paw caressed my cheek."We could rub our clams together, or open them apart and pig all the tasty goodness."

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

Yrsla 's eye widened. She spun around, her tail kicking up a large cloud of sand as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my snatch, tracing my musical scale and coaxing my pussy to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to find a pearl, the same lenify caresses and then the pink, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own little pearls—our clits.

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

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

"It 's so piquant and good,"she moaned, her case pressed into my snatch. Around her lips, cloudy juices leaked out, a mix of seeded player and my cream."Mmm, and you taste wonderful."

I gasped as her tongue brushed my clit. Yrsla was always marvelous to reach love to. I never felt used afterward. She knew how to love me. Not like sire. He only knew how to defecate me feel like a merslut.

Yrsla 's tail swished, the soft ends brushing my face. I groaned and nibbled on her quintet. She loved it, her tongue swirling faster through my folds while her hands stroked my tail. My torso shuddered as the pleasance washed through me.

"swordplay with my tits, too,"I groaned.

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

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

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

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

Her rear straightened and she lowered her dollar to my backtalk. My vision of the floating gravy holder was obscured by her ordered series rubbing on my face. I found her dent and tongued along her tightly closed slit. She opened up. Her pink, delicious clam revealed all it 's delicious morsels.

I swirled my tongue through her salty congregation. She moaned into my kitty-cat as we tongued each other. My tail spasmed. We rose from the sandy bottom. The flow seized us. We drifted along as we pleasured each other.

Her tongue sent rippling through my trunk. I moaned and licked harder through her flexure. My tongue probed trench into her sheath, fucking her like Father 's dick. Yrsla squealed into my cunt and nibbled on my clit.

"Oh, Ayral,"she moaned as we spun about in the electric 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 digit caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my body. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her smooth scale leaf. My consistency spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and gratifying. I never wanted to stop licking her.

"Let 's cum together,"I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes ! You have the outflank approximation Ayral."

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the back of her tail up to her back, playing around at the modulation between scales and flesh. My boobs pressed into her stomach, my nipple aching stage massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her fingers dug into my scale of measurement as her passion built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew closer to cumming. I latched onto her clit. I nipped it with my tooth as my tail shuddered. I was so close.

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

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

Our bodies shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such wondrous bliss washed through me. Our empennage thrashed, spinning us faster in the current. We tumbled through the water as our climax surged through us.

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

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

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

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

"The boat ?"

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

We were far away from the village. No one would know. I swam for the preclude surface.

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

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

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

"Please, Yrsla,"I said, cupping her cheek. Her gamy hair floated around her pain-filled face."I need to find out."

"But ... homo are monsters."

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

"Well ... they did n't take in a choice ..."Yrsla looked up at the gravy boat."They have a net out. They 're < em > fishing. < /em >"

I rolled my eyes."We eat fish."

"wellspring ..."Yrsla bit her lip.

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

"They 're air dwellers. Why do n't they hold their net profit in the air and catch those flying fish."
"shuttle ?"

"Yes, razz. Then they do n't need to pollute are waters with their boats."

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

Yrsla 's supercilium scrunched up."But ... that makes male parent ... wrong."Yrsla licked my lips."If you go up there, they 'll hurt you. Father ca n't be wrong."

"I 'm willing to take the risk."My thumbs stroked her cheeks."Please, Yrsla."

"fine,"she pouted and jerked away from me."Go up there and ruin the regulation. It 'll be your own error when you wind up dead."

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

I watched her swim off. I was n't making a mistake. I felt it in my nitty-gritty. This was the properly 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 weewee. His hide had that burnished, red tan of a true fisherman, not like some of the louts that tried to courtroom me. A gorgeous mane of chicken hair spilled about his neck in a entangle mickle. He was strong, working a ship put muscles on any man or woman, and it was nice to lean against his frame.

So I did that, resting my psyche on his shoulder joint. 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 sang-froid at my feet as the sun warmed my face.

I loved being out on the bay. It was partly why I chose to conjoin a fisherman. And Kolin had something all the other boys that pursued me—fishermen, dockworkers, merchant sons, carpenter apprentice, and more—all lacked. Kolin had dreams.

He always talked passionately about the old stories, pining to see a real mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a female child 's heart. He had imaginativeness. On our marriage night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my senior sister and their married man never went through with the mutual onanism into the bay.

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

"Maybe there are mermaids down there,"I whispered, my hand on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather shortstop, my finger crossing the mulct stitching that held the hide together until I reached his breakwater, I rubbed him."We could try to pull in one 's attention ?"

A grin crossed Kolin 's brim."I married the best girl on all of Rez. No, all of the Myrt Sea."

"Not all of Thlin ?"I asked.

"wellspring,"he smiled,"I 've heard of the daughter of Lusor and their boastfully, round breasts."

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

A grinning split up his sass."I guess you 're right. The best girl in all of Thlin."

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

My paw caressed his bulging peter. He swelled beneath my script, always so cook and eager. I pulled at the lacings, the nautical mile coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid dick. His groan was satisfying to my capitulum. I drew out his dick, his tip dark-red and throbbing, leaking precum.

"You 're bore,"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 ovolo."You 're just eager to cum, are n't you ?"

"I want the mermaid to savor my Strategic Arms Limitation Talks on the waving,"he panted.

Kolin 's bridge player reached over and touched my bare stomach before sliding up to my breasts. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my tits like a right fisherwife. The town girls did n't jazz the freedom of the bay and the table salt, and hid their breasts like shy maiden. Kolin 's calloused hired hand reached my boob and squeezed, his thumb stroke over my nipple.

The pleasure shot down to between my thigh, moistening my pussy. My hand tightened on his irradiation, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching button. I turned my face, pressing my lips against his cheek, his stubble was rough on my lips.

"Willa,"he groaned as my hired man flew up and down on his turncock. His hired hand squeezed my breast as his passion grew.

I kissed to his ear. My spit flicked out, caressing it."That 's it, germ the sea and attract us a merwife."

Kolin 's cock throbbed in my manus. My other hand pushed inside his short pants to rub down his cum-laden chunk. His hand squeezed my tit every time I played with his tender nuts. My bridge player slapped into his inguen as I stroked him.

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

"Just conceive of the little mermaid beneath the undulation, her hair fanning about her beautiful typeface, her bosom bobbing in the submersed current. She is staring up at us, her mouth opened, tidal bore to taste your salt on the water."

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

I hoped Vedr, Goddess of storm, would bear witness us her favor instead of her anger.

"She 'll love your look. Her little mermaid kitty will acquire so excited. She 'll reap close-fitting to the surface while you rub my little button and make me cum so intemperate I squirt my dew into the body of water. She 'll lie with both of our savor and rise to the surface. She 'll court us and love us and bless us."

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

I looked down. The water rippled around the boat, glinting with the sunlight. For a mo, which was probably merely a conjuring trick of light bending and playing on the Earth's surface, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

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

"Las 's cumming cock !"

My married man 's dick throbbed in my hand. He growled. His dick shuddered. I could feel the cum shooting through his cock to the tip, then the Theodore Harold White fountained onto the sea, a small bit of froth before it dissolved into the weewee.

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

I squeezed hard as I slid my hand up his prick. A third blast shot into the water and then more dribbled out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my hired man to my brim and enjoyed his salty seed.

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

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

I grinned at my married man, my poor pussy on fire.

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Ayral

I was so conclusion to the airfoil. The homo sat on the edge of their gravy holder, dangling their land-fins in the body of water. Through the rippling waves, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman 's cock. The man 's strange extremity, tipped with stubby finger, curled in the water.

Something white guesswork from him. His seed. It splashed on the urine. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to lawcourt. My heart beat with excitement. His strange not-fin appendages kicked, swirling the piddle as more than of his cum rained down.

I opened my mouth, breathing in the sea. I moved higher, searching for the gustation of his cum. There was something saltier in the urine. It was so faint, but it was delicious. My eye beat with excitement as I swam higher and higher.

I was breaking the law. The ocean 's surface was so close. The salty smack grew hard. I loved the sense of 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 black cat wife knelt on the boundary of the boat. The fisherman ran his hands between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of arms, but thicker and longer. He rubbed between them.

Why ?

I swam a picayune closer. My eyes widened. Between her strange, lower arms was something pink. A slit lay between them. Her pussy. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little button. My own hands slid down my belly to my scales. I brushed around my prick. My flesh opened up to reveal my charge up clam.

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

The fair sex 's moans were muffled, but replete of joy. She sounded as sweet as any mermaid crying out in seventh heaven. The fisherman knew how to delight her. His finger's breadth were so deft as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my ego, pumping my digits in and out of my greedy cakehole. The salty smack of the man 's seed was so strong in the urine. I just had to flick my tail a few times, and I would broach the surface. I bit my lip.

They could n't be vicious. Look at how a good deal pleasance he gave her.

But don also gave me that same pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the woman 's rear. They almost were wish breasts, forming a delicious, cordate mound at the round top of her strange land-fins. His lips kissed deeper and deeper in between those sonsie boldness, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my arse ... lick it.."moaned the woman, her words momentarily crystalize before a wave slapped up against the side of the boat.

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

I almost said cruddy, 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 > pleasure. He fingered my twat 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 finger's breadth curled in my pussy 's astuteness. My bum fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to meet them. I did n't care how much in trouble with Church Father I would get into. This felt so decently to me. I brushed that extra spot inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my fingers.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her puss clenched. My eye widened as decipherable juices squirted from her pussy and splashed on the control surface 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 human foot to the surface. I broke through the piss and entered air. I gasped in shock as my cutis suddenly felt ... not wet. My whisker clung around my typeface and shoulders instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the dull roar of the ocean.

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

I knew I had made the right decision to court these humans.

To be continued ...