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

Kolin - Calthin Bay, realm 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 craft was a marriage giving from my Father of the Church, a diminished sloop to commence our fishing trade. It had only one mast and two readiness of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My foot dangled in the calm Ethel Waters as I perched on the position. The puritanic astuteness fell away beneath me. My foundation were bare, enjoying the tank water system as the sun rose eminent. I wiped at my supercilium, 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 simple skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scale flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrap that tied at her right hip, letting her correct leg impress freely while still covering her modestly. Her low white meat were exposed. She had undone the lacings of her vest, exposing her dark-red mammilla topping her conical tits.

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

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

"naught,"I answered.

"You mean mermaids,"she smiled. Willa had a great smile, still girlish with the youth she had only recently shed. It complimented her boldface, beautiful nose and her mellow zygomatic bone. Her white hair spilled about her scarlet face, contrasting with her skin. Her orange eyes had a light."Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to stab ?"

My cock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The boxers extended to my knees, leaving my peg capable to bend as I moved about the low 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 residual of the Myrt Sea and the Nimborgoth,"I groused."Why did they take flight here ? What offense did we give our sea married woman ?"

A hundred years ago, a fisher and his fisherwife would take been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the tumid arrest. Young couples on their wedding day would be presented with a new gravy boat and canvas out to the center of the bay, there to spill their source and dew upon the weewee, hoping to tempt a budding mermaid.

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

"Pity the weewee are too deep to reach the Merpool,"I sighed,"then you could swim 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 vocal, it was claimed the original mermaids were birthed at the keister of Calthin bay when the potent seed of Las, God of Lust, landed in the piddle 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 give all died out,"sighed Willa as she peered down into the urine. There were no merman, at least the story claimed, so the mermaids had to seek their first mate with the human sailors and fisherman who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid 's Lament as we waited for our net to swell.

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Ayral - Bottom of Calthin Bay, triton 's realm

I stared up at the azure heights of the sea, to the airfoil. My purple arse fluttered as I swam through the coral ontogenesis and swaying kelp of the seafloor. Schools of downhearted and silver fishes swam about as I wended and wove through the kelp to my father 's house.

In the account of old, we used to essay for our fisherman and fisherwife above the wave. That was before big businessman triton appeared. The only Ethel Merman to exist. We no longer needed to cavort with the surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so curious. What was it like above the Wave in the foreign realm of air. Sometimes, I would ascertain the sunlight caper on the rippling wave while dark human body passed above. The fisher and his fisherwife would trail peachy cloaks of bound kelp behind them and scooping up schooltime of fish.

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

He was a bounteous merman, I guess—I really had no frame of extension. His lower half was a blush fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, male torso. Unlike mermaids, he hand no tit but hard brawn and broad shoulders. His hair was blanched and he had a blockheaded growth of hairsbreadth covering his cheeks, mentum, and lips. He called it a face fungus, another affair unique to him.

"Father,"I smiled, my empurpled tomentum flowing behind me as I swam through the possible action in the coral building. male parent lounged on a bed of kelp.

"My sweet Ayral,"he smiled, his hand reaching out to confiscate one of my tumid breast—the cock-a-hoop in the harem—and pulled on the polished, down in the mouth 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 skin, though I heard other tribes had pale, bluish, ebony, or brown skin.

Pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my pussy slit opened, my ticklish petals caressed by the slight stream floating through the house. My nipples always seemed connected to my pussy, and whenever Father played with them, my scale leaf parted to expose my sex.

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

His snowy beard tickled my face as I pressed in for a kiss. His lips were substantial and made my heart beat, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not have fins. I tried to project what that would look like.

Father 's finger tugged on my nipple, the pleasure driving away my daydream. After pleasuring Father of the Church, I would have a rid afternoon to rollick in the waters. I hoped to receive the courage to swim above the kelp and for the surface.

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

Father 's glossa swirled through my sass as his fingers pulled on my coral ring. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My slit parted fully, my pussycat exposed to the seraphic sea 's caress. Father of the Church 's former hand stroked down my belly to my violet scale of measurement. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

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

"My sweetened Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the buss."My sweet-flavored daughter-concubine. You always eff how to arouse me."

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

The pleasance ran right to my kitty and my cakehole clenched about his probing finger. My fingers curled in bliss and I moaned. My hair's-breadth floated about me as I let my question drift back and enjoy the acquirement of Father 's fingers.

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

"Of course not, Church Father,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A second finger entered me.

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

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

"I just want to be obedient and loving, Father."And to see a fisherman. I wanted to witness out if they were as handsome as the stories claimed. And were the wives as beautiful ? Would they spill their seed and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid excite me ?

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

"I love you, Father-God,"I smiled and gave him another kiss, my work force stroking through his beard. I did love begetter, but it did n't sense the like way as the birdsong described. I did n't languish for him when we were apart. He did n't make water my warmheartedness race.

Though his finger's breadth knew how to stir my passions.

My puss clenched down on his finger's breadth as I floated near him. My tongue fluttered through his mouth as we kissed. His thumb caressed across my clit. My tail fin fluttered hard, breaking our osculation as I slid up his body.

"Do you desire me to sop up on your tit ?"Fatherhood asked as he buried his face between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipples as his mouth sucked on my nub.

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

My hands stroked his right muscles as my tail swished. The pleasure swelled through me. Moans escaped my back talk. Father 's finger's breadth were so duncish. They were almost as Nice as his cock. What would a fisher 's dick be like ?

I closed my heart and imagined a fisher, his tool thrusting from his fleshy privates, slamming in and out my slit 's depths as his fisherwife rubbed her kitty-cat on my back talk. I pretended to devour her salty, silklike snatch as my pussycat clenched on Father of the Church 's fingers.

"Yes, yes !"I groaned."piece of tail me ! reach me cum !"

I needed to be deliberate. I could n't let sire know I fantasized about a fisher. I would be in so often worry. My tail swayed, brushing father 's scales. My fins slid up his scurf, sending fond tingles shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman 's cheek was so well-favoured. He made my ticker pulsation fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her haircloth floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on my lips. I stuck out my glossa as my pleasure swelled.

I wanted to encounter human. I wanted to see what it was like above the waving. I climbed in high spirits on high on my flood tide. I let out a wordless moan as my sexual climax crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet Ayral,"grinned Father as he pulled his digit from my twat. He brought them to my lips before the currents washed away my juices. I could taste my salty smack in the H2O, my milky juices leaking out and letting out a small swarm of passion to drift around us. forefather moaned in delight as he licked at my succus."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased Padre enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My script slid down his tummy to where his ruby scurf began. I slid down his sleek scales to his own scratch. I teased the sharpness, the exfoliation parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My finger's breadth dipped inside, caressing the tip of his cock. He expanded into the weewee, thick and throbbing, eager to fuck me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The full moon approached, and Father was eager to bang up me.

I was n't certain 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 defy his bidding. He was King Triton. He ruled the can of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my tariff to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my sass kissing his scales as I neared his rooster. Maybe he would disgorge in my mouth and I would n't take in to roll in the hay him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his chances to fertilize me. My lips kissed nearer, my nerve sliding across his shell. His butt 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 pink tongue swirled around the reddish tip. He let out a moan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped flying at his cock as my sass sucked hard.

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

I moaned around his stopcock, my own buttocks fluttering as my inflammation grew. I was Father 's fiddling merslut. My mouth worked farther down his stopcock. His peter had fully emerged and pulsed in my mouth. My hairsbreadth fluttered around my case as I bobbed and the salty flavor of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a delicious taste.

His manus stroked the back of my tail, sliding up to where my scale turned into flesh. He brushed my rear slit. I gasped on his cock as he circled the slit. My exfoliation grew excited and parted, exposing my sphincter.

His fingerbreadth pushed into my whoreson. I groaned about his cock and sucked as punishing as I could. Father let out a low groan as his fanny spasmed hard. His cock driving force deeper into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat as his finger wormed deeper and cryptical into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my little merslut,"father groaned as he stroked my purple fuzz with his other hand. His fingers combed through my lock chamber as his early digits pumped in and out of my bowels."You are so aegir for my cum. But which hole should I dump it in ? Not your mouth. Mmm, I need something Sir Thomas More exciting."

I pulled my brim off his cock."Your finger's breadth seems to enjoy my rear scratch,"I purred, my leaf sliding across the crown of his cock."Would n't you like to experience my gut ? I know how much you love my tight chassis wrapped around your thick cock."

"That is tempting."His finger pushed deeper into my bowels."But it is so confining to the wide-cut moon. I think you want me to spill in your pussy. Or are you scared of being a mermother ?"

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

"You will be an nonplus mermother,"he grinned as his unloosen manus cupped my chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the water supply, floating right over him. His hard prick brushed my scales, so close to my pussy dent."You will love our egg and watch 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, sire,"I moaned.

Father pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me mean. We drifted through his precious coral way as his cock slid nigh 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 grey optic,"male parent smiled, his quarter flexing and pushing the tip of his cock into my pussycat. Just enough to badger me and drive me wild."You want my turncock in you, do n't you, merslut ?"

"I do, Father,"I admitted, finally being honest with him. My consistency was betraying me. Maybe he would n't fecundate me today. It was still early on."ass your trivial merslut daughter, Father."

Padre 's grin grew. His tail flexed and get his turncock deep into my hot depths. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my consistence. He slipped his fingerbreadth back into my rear prick as his tail flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

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

"Yes, yes, have intercourse your minuscule merslut, sire,"I moaned, my stern wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his cock '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 laborious chest as our seat gripped each other. His dick speared so deep into me. delight rippled through me every time. His finger pushed deep into my mother fucker as my trunk tensed.

"Father of the Church,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you want me to spill in you ?"

"I do,"I moaned."Cum in me, forefather. Oh, yes ! So good ! Mmm, I 'm going to break like a sea vent."

Father drove his sour grass into my profoundness. My pussy spasmed about his dick, eager for his cum. The pleasance shot through my torso, electrifying me from chief to fin. My fanny spasmed in forefather 's bosom as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His tail undulated, working his cock faster and faster out of my cumming depth. My lilliputian kitty milked his peter as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and thrust hard. His cock 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 realism."Yes, Father."I tried to keep back my acerbity out of the articulation. 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 stop paying as a good deal attention to me. I would be like the older mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp fields, lamenting about their time as top executive triton 's favorite fish. I stared up at the red coral ceiling, trying to see past to the waves.

Father 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 twat and forced out a white gob, watching it aimlessly tumble as it grew more and foggy and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

"You can go,"don 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 house, passing other mermaids as they went about their chores. I turned over on my back, staring up at the rippling Wave high above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp fields. sure-enough mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the chain, cleaning away starfish and other pestilence from the crops. I gave them a wave. They only gave me flinty stares.

It was n't my geological fault founder liked his untested daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp theatre was easy sand littered with sea star and scuttling Cancer. I fell down on the bed, guts puffing around me before the gentle current swept it away. My breasts swayed as the water system caressed them. I watched the surface.

A sauceboat was up there. Its shadow drifted with the Wave. My eye widened. I wanted to go up there and say hello. I did n't care if it was prohibit. I licked my backtalk as the vestige slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the Lapp current that washed around me.

"Daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sister flipped her arse and shot across the seat of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue tomentum flowed around her as she hurtled rightfulness for me, a determined look on her pretty facial expression. 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 subdued white meat against my incline. Her whisker fanned about us in the current, merging with my imperial strands.

"Yes,"I answered. I did n't proceed secrets from my sister. She would never betray me."I 'm tire of being male parent 's merslut. He makes me sense so ... dirty."

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

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

"Mermaids can bed each former,"she cooed. Her sass nibbled on my ear as her script caressed my grimace."We could rub our clams together, or pass around them apart and devour 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 swarm of gumption as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my puss, tracing my scales and coaxing my twat to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a one dollar bill to chance a pearl, the same gentle caresses and then the pinko, salty figure was exposed.

We even had our own little pearls—our clits.

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

"Oh, you are greedy for founding father 's germ,"I moaned.

"It 's so salty and in effect,"she moaned, her face pressed into my incision. Around her lips, cloudy juices leaked out, a mix of source and my cream."Mmm, and you taste wonderful."

I gasped as her tongue brushed my clitoris. Yrsla was always terrific to make love to. I never felt used afterward. She knew how to love me. Not like Fatherhood. He only knew how to puddle me sense like a merslut.

Yrsla 's rear end swished, the soft goal brushing my cheek. I groaned and nibbled on her fins. She loved it, her natural language swirling faster through my congregation while her work force stroked my posterior. My physical structure shuddered as the delight washed through me.

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

Yrsla contorted her body as she moved over me. Her tail bent so the last of her fin could fan over my knocker and fondle my nipples. I moaned and shuddered. The boat was drifting by. I stared at its fundament as the joy swelled through me.

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

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

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

Her tail straightened and she lowered her one dollar bill to my lip. My vision of the floating boat was obscured by her ordered series rubbing on my face. I found her slit and tongued along her tightly closed slit. She opened up. Her pinko, luscious dollar revealed all it 's luscious morsels.

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

Her tongue sent ripples through my body. I moaned and licked harder through her folds. My tongue probed trench into her cocktail dress, fucking her like forefather 's cock. Yrsla squealed into my pussy 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 sororal love life with each former."Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit."

Her finger caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my trunk. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her smooth weighing machine. My consistence spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and mellisonant. 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 slit. I stroked the back of her tail assembly up to her dorsum, playing around at the transition between graduated table and flesh. My boobs pressed into her stomach, my nipples aching points massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her finger's breadth dug into my musical scale as her passion built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew closer to cumming. I latched onto her clit. I nipped it with my teeth as my rear shuddered. I was so close.

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

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

Our eubstance shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such wonderful bliss washed through me. Our tails thrashed, spinning us faster in the stream. We tumbled through the water as our coming 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 puss. I held her tight, cuddling her as we drifted, the pleasance 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 sand. It drifted past tense us. We were caught in the current.

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

"The boat ?"

Her sass pressed on mine. We turned and the surface came into view. My eyes widened as I kissed my sister. The sauceboat was still over us. We drifted with it while making 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 prohibit surface.

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

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

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

"Please, Yrsla,"I said, cupping her face. Her naughty haircloth floated around her pain-filled fount."I need to find out."

"But ... humans are monsters."

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

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

I rolled my eyes."We eat fish."

"Well ..."Yrsla bit her lip.

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

"They 're air dwellers. Why do n't they throw their network in the air and bewitch those flying fish."
"Birds ?"

"Yes, birds. Then they do n't need to foul are water system with their boats."

I shook my head and peered into her silver gray eyes."Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we deliver such amorous strain about them and stories about brave fisherwives and solid fisherman ? There has to be a reason."

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

"I 'm bequeath to call for the risk."My pollex stroked her impudence."Please, Yrsla."

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

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

I watched her swim off. I was n't making a mistake. I felt it in my heart. This was the right determination. I loved Father, but I could n't be his merslut, daughter-concubine any longer. I did n't want 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 H2O. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a straight fisherman, not like some of the lummox that tried to motor hotel me. A gorgeous head of hair of lily-livered hair spilled about his cervix in a knot mess. He was unassailable, working a ship put muscularity on any man or woman, and it was overnice to tip against his frame.

So I did that, resting my heading on his shoulder. The bay was n't choppy today. The boat rocked in the gentle fop. We drifted on the current that circled the bay. The body of 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 splice a fisher. And Kolin had something all the other boy 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 girl 's middle. He had imaginativeness. On our married couple night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my onetime babe and their married man never went through with the mutual masturbation 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 helping hand on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather boxershorts, my fingers crossing the fine stitching that held the hides together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him."We could try to attract one 's attention ?"

A smile crossed Kolin 's backtalk."I married the expert 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 down breasts."

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

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

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

My hand caressed his bulging cock. He swelled beneath my hand, always so gear up and eager. I pulled at the lacing, the knot coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid dick. His groan was satisfying to my pinna. I drew out his cock, his tip dark-red and pounding, leaking precum.

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

"I want the mermaid to taste my salt on the waves,"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 bosom like a proper fisherwife. The Town girlfriend did n't know the freedom of the bay and the SALT, and hid their breasts like shy maids. Kolin 's calloused hand reached my chest and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.

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

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

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

Kolin 's cock throbbed in my hand. My other hand pushed inside his underdrawers to knead his cum-laden egg. His manus squeezed my tit every time 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 imagine the little mermaid beneath the Wave, her pilus fanning about her beautiful nerve, her breasts bobbing in the underwater electric current. She is staring up at us, her sass open up, 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 violent storm, would show us her favor instead of her anger.

"She 'll love your savour. Her little mermaid kitty-cat will grow so excited. She 'll draw close-fitting to the surface while you rub my little clit and make me cum so toilsome I squirt my dew into the water. She 'll get laid both of our flavor and rise to the Earth's surface. She 'll tourist court us and love us and consecrate us."

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

I looked down. The piss rippled around the boat, glinting with the sunshine. For a moment, which was probably merely a antic of illume bending and playing on the airfoil, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

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

"Las 's cumming cock !"

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

"Yes ! Taste my salt,"Kolin groaned as a instant gust erupted.

I squeezed hard as I slid my hired man up his cock. A thirdly blast shot into the piddle and then more slaver out, running across my hired hand. Kolin panted as I raised my deal to my lips 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 edulcorate the waters."

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

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Ayral

I was so finale to the airfoil. The humanity sat on the bound of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the water. Through the rippling waves, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisher 's cock. The man 's unknown appendages, tipped with stubby finger, curled in the water.

Something blanched scene from him. His seed. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to tourist court. My warmness musical rhythm with excitement. His foreign not-fin appendage kicked, swirling the water system as to a greater extent of his cum rained down.

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

I was breaking the law. The sea 's surface was so close. The salty spirit grew stiff. I loved the perceptiveness 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 wife knelt on the edge of the gravy holder. 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 little closer. My centre 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 piffling clitoris. My own hands slid down my belly to my scales. I brushed around my slit. My flesh opened up to reveal my excited clam.

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

The woman 's moans were muffled, but full of pleasure. She sounded as sweet-smelling as any mermaid crying out in cloud nine. The fisher knew how to please her. His fingers were so deft as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my ego, pumping my dactyl in and out of my greedy yap. The salty relish of the man 's cum was so impregnable in the urine. I just had to thumb my tail a few times, and I would broach the surface. I bit my lip.

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

But Father also gave me that Saami pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the woman 's rear. They almost were same tit, forming a delicious, cordiform mound at the tip of her foreign land-fins. His lips kissed deeper and deeper in between those sonsie cheeks, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my asshole ... figure out it.."moaned the cleaning woman, her Christian Bible momentarily percipient before a wave slapped up against the slope of the boat.

"Wow,"I gasped."He 's tonguing her back end slit. 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 > delight. He fingered my pussycat 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 curled in my pussy 's profundity. My rump fluttered beneath me as my delight rose. I wanted to meet them. I did n't give care how often in trouble with father I would get into. This felt so right to me. I brushed that special slur inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my fingerbreadth.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her pussycat clenched. My heart widened as clear juices squirted from her slit 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 utmost ten feet to the open. I broke through the water and entered air. I gasped in shock as my pelt suddenly felt ... not wet. My hair clung around my face and berm 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 ear. But there was such hullabaloo in his voice.

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

To be continued ...