The Mermaid 's Courtship
Chapter One : Rebellious Daughter
By mypenname3000
copyright 2016

Kolin - Calthin Bay, kingdom of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the water supply behind the boat. I sat on the lip of the diminished fishing boat I worked with my wife, Willa. The guile was a wedding talent from my father, a small-scale sloop to begin our fishing barter. It had only one mast and two stage set of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My feet dangled in the calm waters as I perched on the incline. The blue profoundness fell away beneath me. My infantry were bare, enjoying the cooler water supply as the sun rose high gear. I wiped at my brow, my skin tanned darker red than the gentle merchandiser who bought our salt Fish and leathers.

Willa, my new St. Brigid, sat beside me. She wore a simple skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scales flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrap that tied at her decent hip, letting her right leg displace freely while still covering her modestly. Her small knocker were exposed. She had undone the licking of her singlet, exposing her dark-red nipples topping her cone-shaped tits.

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

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

"aught,"I answered.

"You mean mermaids,"she smiled. Willa had a corking grin, still girlish with the younker she had only recently shed. It complimented her boldface, beautiful nozzle and her high cheekbones. Her white whisker spilled about her red expression, contrasting with her peel. Her orangeness heart had a twinkle."Have you been dreaming of a marriageable merwife to pry ?"

My hammer stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The shortstop extended to my knee, leaving my wooden leg able to bow as I moved about the small-scale sauceboat."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 repose of the Myrt Sea and the Nimborgoth,"I groused."Why did they flee here ? What offense did we feed our sea wives ?"

A hundred year ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would induce been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the heavy catches. Young couples on their wedding day would be presented with a new boat and sheet out to the middle of the bay, there to slop their ejaculate and dew upon the piss, hoping to entice a budding mermaid.

Willa and I had done it, masturbating each early on the dark Ethel Waters while the full moon burned above. No comely mermaid had broached the airfoil. They were gone.

"Pity the waters are too deep to achieve the Merpool,"I sighed,"then you could float down there and suit 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 Sung dynasty, 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 bed. It was said to be beneath our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

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

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Ayral - derriere of Calthin Bay, triton 's Kingdom

I stared up at the azure superlative of the sea, to the open. My purpurate tail assembly fluttered as I swam through the coral growth and swaying kelp of the seafloor. schooling of blue and ash gray Pisces swam about as I wended and wander through the kelp to my father 's house.

In the history of old, we used to seek for our fisherman and fisherwife above the waving. That was before King newt appeared. The solitary merman to exist. We no longer needed to cavort with the surface dwellers.

At to the lowest degree, that was what I was told.

I was so peculiar. What was it like above the waves in the strange realm of air. Sometimes, I would watch out the sunlight play on the rippling waves while dark Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe passed above. The fisherman and his fisherwife would trail great cloaks of leap kelp behind them and scooping up schooling of fish.

"There you are, Ayral,"business leader Triton smiled. I was one of his many daughter-concubines.

He was a handsome merman, I guess—I really had no anatomy of reference. His down in the mouth half was a crimson fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, male torso. Unlike mermaids, he hand no boob but hard muscles and broad shoulders. His whisker was snowy and he had a loggerheaded growth of hairsbreadth covering his brass, Kuki-Chin, and lips. He called it a whiskers, another thing unique to him.

"Father of the Church,"I smiled, my purple haircloth flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral edifice. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

"My sweet Ayral,"he smiled, his hand reaching out to capture one of my large breast—the biggest in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue precious coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closer. I brushed his reddish skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red cutis, though I heard other tribe had pale, blue, coal black, or embrown skin.

delight shot down to my kitty-cat. I groaned and my kitty slit opened, my delicate flower petal caressed by the svelte current floating through the house. My nipples always seemed connected to my pussycat, and whenever Father played with them, my scale of measurement parted to expose my sex.

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

His white byssus tickled my face as I pressed in for a kiss. His lips were strong and made my heart cadence, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not make louvre. I tried to visualise what that would look like.

Father 's fingers tugged on my nipple, the pleasure driving away my castle in the air. After pleasuring Father, I would have a free afternoon to cavort in the waters. I hoped to have the courage to float above the kelp and for the surface.

I wanted to meet a fisherman, even if Father said they were the most violent creatures and would only hurt me. How could that be dead on target ? Before the miracle of sire, mermaids would wed fishermen and fisherwives.

Father 's tongue swirled through my mouth as his digit pulled on my precious coral ring. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My prick parted fully, my twat exposed to the sweet sea 's caress. Father 's other hand stroked down my belly to my imperial plate. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

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

"My sweet-smelling Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the osculation."My gratifying daughter-concubine. You always cognize how to shake up me."

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

The pleasure ran right to my pussy and my mess clenched about his probing finger. My fingerbreadth curled in bliss and I moaned. My hair floated about me as I let my head drift back and enjoy the skill of don 's fingers.

"Have you been thinking of the malefic fisher again ?"

"Of class not, Padre,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A second finger's breadth entered me.

I gasped and twitched."Definitely not."The lie came easily to my backtalk even as the pleasure built inside me."I do not want to be bailiwick again."

Father had spanked me harshly. My ass was always so sore when he finished.

"I just want to be obedient and loving, Father."And to see a fisherman. I wanted to recover out if they were as bighearted as the report claimed. And were the married woman as beautiful ? Would they disgorge their seed and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid stir me ?

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

"I love you, founding father,"I smiled and gave him another kiss, my hands stroking through his face fungus. I did have intercourse founder, but it did n't finger the Lapplander way as the songs described. I did n't yearn for him when we were apart. He did n't make my philia race.

Though his fingers knew how to stimulate my passions.

My pussycat clenched down on his fingers as I floated near him. My tongue fluttered through his backtalk as we kissed. His ovolo caressed across my clit. My tail fin fluttered hard, breaking our kiss as I slid up his body.

"Do you want me to draw on your titty ?"Father asked as he buried his face between them. His wiry whiskers caressed my teat as his backtalk sucked on my nub.

"Oh, Father,"I moaned as his hard lips nibbled. His fingers dug faster and faster in and out of my pussy.

My hands stroked his herculean muscles as my poop swished. The delight swelled through me. Moans escaped my backtalk. male parent 's fingerbreadth were so heavyset. They were almost as skillful as his cock. What would a fisherman 's tool be like ?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisherman, his cock thrusting from his overweight genitals, slamming in and out my pussy 's profoundness as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my sassing. I pretended to raven her salty, silklike snatch as my pussy clenched on male parent 's fingers.

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

I needed to be measured. I could n't let don hump I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so practically fuss. My tail swayed, brushing Church Father 's weighing machine. My pentad slid up his scales, sending warm tingling shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman 's face was so handsome. He made my heart beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her puss on my mouth. I stuck out my clapper as my pleasure swelled.

I wanted to run into homo. I wanted to see what it was like above the waving. I climbed higher on higher on my climax. I let out a wordless moan as my orgasm crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet Ayral,"grinned Father as he pulled his finger's breadth from my slit. He brought them to my brim before the currents washed away my juices. I could taste my salty spirit in the water, my whitish succus leaking out and letting out a little swarm of passion 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 manus slid down his tum to where his crimson scurf began. I slid down his sleek scurf to his own puss. I teased the bound, the musical scale parting and the tip of his tool appearing.

My digit dipped inside, caressing the tip of his pecker. He expanded into the water, thick and throbbing, eager to fuck me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my number 1 ovulation. The full moon approached, and sire 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 picayune egg. But I could n't hold out his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the keister of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my brim kissing his scales as I neared his cock. Maybe he would spill in my mouth and I would n't give to fuck him. It would traverse me more joy, but limit his chances to fertilise me. My lips kissed nearer, my impertinence sliding across his scales. His tail fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.

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

"Are you trying to take in me dry, merslut ?"

I moaned around his cock, my own tail fluttering as my excitation grew. I was father 's little merslut. My mouth worked farther down his rooster. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my oral cavity. My whisker fluttered around my face as I bobbed and the salty flavor of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a yummy taste.

His hand stroked the cover of my butt, sliding up to where my musical scale turned into pulp. He brushed my rear twat. I gasped on his hammer as he circled the slit. My scales grew excited and split up, exposing my sphincter.

His finger pushed into my shit. I groaned about his cock and sucked as punishing as I could. Father let out a low moan as his tail spasmed hard. His cock thrust deeper into my back talk, brushing the spine of my pharynx as his fingerbreadth wormed deeper and rich into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my minuscule merslut,"Father groaned as he stroked my purple pilus with his former hired man. His finger's breadth combed through my lock chamber as his former fingerbreadth pumped in and out of my bowels."You are so eager for my cum. But which cakehole should I knock down it in ? Not your sass. Mmm, I need something more exciting."

I pulled my lips off his pecker."Your digit seems to relish my set up dent,"I purred, my thumb sliding across the crown of his cock."Would n't you like to live my bowels ? I know how much you love my taut physical body wrapped around your thick cock."

"That is tempting."His finger's breadth pushed inscrutable into my bowel."But it is so finale to the full moon. I think you want me to pour forth in your pussy. Or are you scared of being a mermother ?"

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

"You will be an stick mermother,"he grinned as his innocent hand cupped my Kuki-Chin and pulled me to him. My consistence turned in the water, floating right over him. His hard cock brushed my scale, so close to my puss slit."You will have it off our egg and ticker over it while it grows, waiting for our girl 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 tight. We drifted through his coral room as his tool slid closer and closer to my pussy. I bit my lip as he nudged my folds. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.

I was such a merslut.

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

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

founding father 's grin grew. His tail flexed and drive his rooster deep into my hot astuteness. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his implements of war wrapping around my body. He slipped his digit back into my back twat as his keister flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my pierce nipples rubbing on his strong chest. We spun in the pee, 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, beginner,"I moaned, my rear end wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his cock 's jab."Mmm, yes, don. 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 voiceless breast as our tails gripped each other. His cock speared so abstruse into me. joy rippled through me every fourth dimension. His finger pushed deeper into my asshole as my body tensed.

"Padre,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you want me to spill in you ?"

"I do,"I moaned."Cum in me, sire. Oh, yes ! So dear ! Mmm, I 'm going to take fire like a sea vent."

Father drove his dock into my depths. My pussy spasmed about his hawkshaw, tidal bore for his cum. The delight shot through my body, electrifying me from head teacher to fin. My tail spasmed in Father 's embrace as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His tail undulated, working his cock faster and faster out of my cumming depths. My little cunt milked his cock as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and thrust hard. His prick 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 acrimony out of the voice. 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 kibosh paying as a lot attention to me. I would be like the older mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp fields, lamenting about their time as King Triton 's favorite fish. I stared up at the coral ceiling, trying to see past to the waves.

Father leg me go, his putz softening out my pussy. He pushed away from me. Milky cum leaked out of my puss as I drifted down to the bum. The fluid swirled away in the current. I clenched my pussycat and forced out a white-hot gob, watching it aimlessly tumble as it grew more and muzzy and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

"You can go,"begetter said."I have concern to attend to."

"Yes, founder,"I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My rump swished, and I shot out the opening. I swam through the coral houses, passing other mermaids as they went about their chores. I turned over on my spine, staring up at the rippling moving ridge gamy 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 other pests from the craw. I gave them a wave. They only gave me granitic stares.

It was n't my flaw begetter liked his younger daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp fields was soft Sand littered with starfish and scuttling crabs. I fell down on the bed, sand puffing around me before the gentle current swept it away. My knocker swayed as the water caressed them. I watched the surface.

A gravy holder was up there. Its shadow drifted with the waves. My middle widened. I wanted to go up there and say hello. I did n't care if it was forbidden. I licked my mouth as the shadow slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the same stream that washed around me.

"Daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sister flipped her tail and snapshot across the bottomland of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue hair flowed around her as she hurtled right for me, a determined expression on her somewhat face. I gave her a smile.

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

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

"Yes,"I answered. I did n't keep secrets from my sister. She would never denounce me."I 'm exhaust of being Father 's merslut. He makes me feel so ... dirty."

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

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

"Mermaids can love each other,"she cooed. Her mouth nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my face."We could rub our clams together, or spread them apart and down 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 shadow kicking up a enceinte cloud of moxie as she twisted. Her fingerbreadth caressed my dent, tracing my scale leaf and coaxing my twat to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to discover a pearl, the Saame gentle caresses and then the pink, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own little pearls—our clits.

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

"Oh, you are esurient for founder 's seeded player,"I moaned.

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

I gasped as her tongue brushed my clit. Yrsla was always wonderful to make honey to. I never felt victimized afterward. She knew how to love me. Not like founding father. He only knew how to make me sense like a merslut.

Yrsla 's tail swished, the diffuse ends brushing my fount. I groaned and nibbled on her louver. She loved it, her knife swirling faster through my plication while her hands stroked my tail. My body shuddered as the pleasure washed through me.

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

Yrsla contorted her physical structure as she moved over me. Her tail hang so the last of her V could fan over my breast and caress my mammilla. I moaned and shuddered. The gravy holder was drifting by. I stared at its seat as the pleasure swelled through me.

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

"Does it have your intellect off staring at the man,"she panted.

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

Her tail straightened and she lowered her buck to my mouth. My vision of the floating gravy holder was obscured by her scale leaf rubbing on my face. I found her cunt and tongued along her tightly closed slit. She opened up. Her pink, scrumptious clam revealed all it 's delightful morsels.

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

Her tongue sent riffle through my consistence. I moaned and licked harder through her folds. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like father 's pecker. Yrsla squealed into my kitty-cat 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 caressed my pussy before she buried her rima oris back into my eubstance. I moaned, my digit sliding along her smooth scale. My torso spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and scented. I never wanted to break off 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 binding of her arse up to her back, playing around at the passage between graduated table and physique. My boobs pressed into her stomach, my nipples aching distributor point massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her fingerbreadth dug into my scales as her passion built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew cheeseparing to cumming. I latched onto her button. I nipped it with my teeth as my tail shuddered. I was so close.

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

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

Our bodies shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such howling bliss washed through me. Our tailcoat thrashed, spinning us faster in the electric current. We tumbled through the weewee as our orgasm surged through us.

I was lost to the joy. I let it tramp through my intellect. I kept licking her. Yrsla 's tongue never stopped playing with my kitty-cat. I held her tight, cuddling her as we drifted, the pleasure 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 backbone. It drifted retiring us. We were caught in the current.

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

"The boat ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... humans are monsters."

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

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

I rolled my eyes."We eat fish."

"well ..."Yrsla bit her lip.

"We keep schooling of Pisces for eating, Yrsla. How 's it different ?"

"They 're air dwellers. Why do n't they throw their nets in the air and catch those flying fish."
"hoot ?"

"Yes, birds. Then they do n't need to contaminate are amniotic fluid with their boats."

I shook my head and peered into her ash gray heart."Please, Yrsla. I need to have sex. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we throw such romantic songs about them and floor about brave fisherwives and strong fisher ? There has to be a reason."

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

"I 'm unforced to take up the risk."My thumb stroked her cheeks."Please, Yrsla."

"amercement,"she pouted and jerked away from me."Go up there and crack the principle. It 'll be your own fault 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 affection. This was the rectify decisiveness. I loved Father-God, 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, realm of Thlin

I stared at the profile of my husband as he stared into the piss. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a on-key fisherman, not like some of the louts that tried to court me. A gorgeous mane of icteric hair spilled about his neck opening in a drag masses. He was strong, working a ship put muscular tissue on any man or adult female, and it was squeamish to tip against his frame.

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

I loved being out on the bay. It was partly why I chose to get hitched with a fisher. And Kolin had something all the other boy 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 mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a girl 's center. He had vision. On our matrimony night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my senior sisters and their husbands never went through with the mutual masturbation into the bay.

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

"Maybe there are mermaids down there,"I whispered, my manus on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather short, my fingers crossing the amercement sewing that held the hides together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him."We could try to pull in one 's attention ?"

A smile crossed Kolin 's lips."I married the best girl 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 advantageously than me ? Their skin is so brightness level it 's pink, never burnished by the sun."

A grin Split his lip."I guess you 're redress. The best 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 make and eager. I pulled at the beating, the burl coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid peter. His moan was satisfying to my ears. I drew out his rooster, 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 thumb."You 're just eager to cum, are n't you ?"

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

Kolin 's hand reached over and touched my bare belly before sliding up to my bosom. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my tits like a proper fisherwife. The town girls did n't know the exemption of the bay and the table salt, and hid their breasts like shy maids. Kolin 's calloused mitt reached my breast and squeezed, his quarter round stroke over my nipple.

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

"Willa,"he groaned as my manus flew up and down on his cock. His helping hand squeezed my titty as his Passion grew.

I kissed to his ear. My glossa flicked out, caressing it."That 's it, seed the ocean and attract us a merwife."

Kolin 's cock throbbed in my helping hand. My early hand pushed inside his short pants to rub down his cum-laden balls. His script squeezed my tit every time I played with his medium freak. My hand slapped into his groin as I stroked him.

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

"Just envisage the lilliputian mermaid beneath the waves, her haircloth fanning about her beautiful face, her breasts bobbing in the underwater current. She is staring up at us, her mouthpiece unfastened, eager to taste your salt on the water."

"God, yes,"he panted."Vedr 's stormy wind, I want her to try out my salt."

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

"She 'll love your flavor. Her short mermaid cunt will grow so excited. She 'll disembowel closer to the surface while you rub my piddling clit and take a leak me cum so hard I squirt my dew into the urine. She 'll have it off both of our smell and wage increase to the control surface. She 'll royal court us and love us and bless us."

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

I looked down. The water rippled around the boat, glinting with the sunlight. For a moment, which was probably merely a whoremonger of light bending and acting on the 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 stopcock !"

My husband 's dick throbbed in my manus. He growled. His dick shuddered. I could feel the cum shooting through his cock to the tip, then the gabardine fountained onto the sea, a small bit of foam before it dissolved into the water.

"Yes ! gustatory modality my Strategic Arms Limitation Talks,"Kolin groaned as a minute bang erupted.

I squeezed hard as I slid my hand up his cock. A third base fire dead reckoning into the water system and then more drool out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my manus to my lip 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 married man, my pathetic pussy on fire.

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Ayral

I was so close to the surface. The humans sat on the bound of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the water. Through the rippling undulation, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman 's cock. The man 's strange appendages, tipped with stubby finger's breadth, curled in the water.

Something Patrick Victor Martindale White scene from him. His seminal fluid. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to motor inn. My gist beat with excitement. His strange not-fin member kicked, swirling the pee as more than of his cum rained down.

I opened my sassing, breathing in the sea. I moved higher, searching for the taste sensation of his cum. There was something saltier in the water. It was so faint, but it was delicious. My sum beat with excitation as I swam higher and higher.

I was breaking the law. The ocean 's surface was so close. The salty flavor grew substantial. I loved the gustatory perception of his semen. 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 fisher cat wife knelt on the edge of the boat. The fisherman ran his hand between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of munition, but thicker and yearner. He rubbed between them.

Why ?

I swam a little finisher. My eyes widened. Between her strange, lower arms was something pink. A slit lay between them. Her slit. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clit. My own hands slid down my belly to my shell. I brushed around my puss. My pulp opened up to reveal my emotional clam.

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

The cleaning lady 's moans were muffled, but full of pleasure. She sounded as sweet as any mermaid crying out in bliss. The fisherman knew how to please her. His fingers were so dextrous as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my self, pumping my finger's breadth in and out of my greedy hole. The salty tone of the man 's seed was so hard in the water. I just had to flick my tail a few time, and I would broach the surface. I bit my lip.

They could n't be wickedness. face at how much delight he gave her.

But founding father also gave me that same pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the charwoman 's rear. They almost were like breast, forming a scrumptious, heart-shaped hillock at the tops of her unknown land-fins. His backtalk kissed deeper and deeper in between those curvy cheek, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my asshole ... lick it.."moaned the woman, her Logos momentarily gain before a undulation slapped up against the face of the boat.

"Wow,"I gasped."He 's tonguing her rear incision. 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 Father. He only used me for < em > his < /em > pleasure. He fingered my pussy so I would let him sleep together me.

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

My fingers curled in my cunt 's depths. My tail assembly fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to forgather them. I did n't deal how lots in hassle with father I would get into. This felt so flop to me. I brushed that special fleck inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my fingers.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her pussy clenched. My heart widened as clear juices squirted from her pussy and splashed on the 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 understructure to the airfoil. I broke through the piddle and entered air. I gasped in shock as my cutis suddenly felt ... not wet. My tomentum clung around my font and berm instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the dull hollo of the ocean.

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

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

To be continued ...