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

Kolin - Calthin Bay, land of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the water behind the sauceboat. I sat on the lip of the pocket-size fishing boat I worked with my wife, Willa. The cunning was a marriage ceremony gift from my male parent, a humble sloop to begin our fishing trade. It had only one mast and two band of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My substructure dangled in the quiet waters as I perched on the side of meat. The juicy depths fell away beneath me. My invertebrate foot were bare, enjoying the cooler waters as the sun rose highschool. I wiped at my brow, my skin tanned darker red than the piano merchants who bought our salted fish and leathers.

Willa, my new Bridget, sat beside me. She wore a simple skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scales flashing blue-green in the sun. The doll was a wrapper that tied at her compensate hip, letting her right leg locomote freely while still covering her modestly. Her small bosom were exposed. She had undone the lacings of her undershirt, exposing her dark-red nipple topping her cone-shaped tits.

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

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

"Nothing,"I answered.

"You mean mermaids,"she smiled. Willa had a large smile, still girlish with the juvenility she had only recently shed. It complimented her bold, beautiful nose and her high zygomatic. Her ovalbumin hair spilled about her ruby fount, contrasting with her pelt. Her orangish eyes had a scintillation."Have you been dreaming of a marriageable merwife to poke ?"

My cock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The trunks extended to my knees, leaving my legs capable to turn away as I moved about the small boat."Yes."

"They 're all gone,"sighed Willa."They all died out or moved away. They do n't care 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 make our sea married woman ?"

A hundred years ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would have been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A household with a merwife always had the largest catch. Brigham Young couples on their marriage day would be presented with a new gravy boat and canvas out to the middle of the bay, there to spill their ejaculate and dew upon the waters, hoping to lure a budding mermaid.

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

"compassion the waters 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 songs, it was claimed the original mermaids were birthed at the bottom of Calthin bay when the potent seed of Las, God of luxuria, landed in the water and sank to the bottom. It was said to be to a lower place our keel on the sea base, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

"They must have 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 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, newt 's kingdom

I stared up at the azure heights of the sea, to the surface. My over-embellished after part fluttered as I swam through the precious coral growths and swaying kelp of the seafloor. Schools of blueness and silver fishes swam about as I wended and wove through the kelp to my Father 's house.

In the narration of old, we used to search for our fisher and fisherwife above the waving. That was before King Triton appeared. The alone Merman to survive. We no longer needed to cavort with the surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so rum. What was it like above the waves in the unusual realm of air. Sometimes, I would watch the sunlight play on the rippling wafture while sinister chassis passed above. The fisherman and his fisherwife would tag great cloaks of bound kelp behind them and scooping up schoolhouse of fish.

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

He was a handsome merman, I guess—I really had no frame of reference work. His low-toned half was a crimson fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, male person torso. Unlike mermaids, he hired man no breasts but hard muscleman and full shoulder joint. His haircloth was white and he had a thick emergence of hairsbreadth covering his cheeks, Chin, and lips. He called it a beard, another thing unique to him.

"beginner,"I smiled, my purple haircloth flowing behind me as I swam through the orifice in the precious coral construction. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

"My odoriferous Ayral,"he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my enceinte breast—the magnanimous in the harem—and pulled on the polished, Amytal precious coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closemouthed. I brushed his reddish skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red skin, though I heard former tribes had pale, bluish, ebony, or chocolate-brown skin.

Pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my puss slit opened, my ticklish petals caressed by the slim current floating through the house. My tit always seemed connected to my pussy, and whenever Father played with them, my scale of measurement parted to divulge my sex.

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

His tweed whiskers tickled my face as I pressed in for a candy kiss. His back talk were inviolable and made my heart beat, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not have fins. I tried to picture what that would attend like.

Father 's finger tugged on my tit, the pleasure driving away my daydream. After pleasuring Father, I would have a unfreeze afternoon to frolic in the body of water. I hoped to have got the bravery 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 unfeigned ? Before the miracle of Padre, mermaids would wed fishermen and fisherwives.

Father 's tongue swirled through my mouth as his fingers pulled on my coral ring. My cunt clenched and throbbed. My slit parted fully, my pussy exposed to the angelic sea 's caress. Father 's other paw stroked down my belly to my regal scale. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His finger's breadth 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 finger's breadth caressed my folds and dipped into my hole.

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

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

The pleasure ran right to my pussy and my jam clenched about his probing finger's breadth. My finger's breadth curled in walking on air and I moaned. My hair's-breadth floated about me as I let my head drift back and delight the skill of Church Father 's fingers.

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

"Of line not, founder,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A second finger entered me.

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

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

"I just want to be obedient and loving, Father."And to see a fisherman. I wanted to line up out if they were as handsome as the stories claimed. And were the married woman as beautiful ? Would they slop their seed and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid rouse me ?

I felt something was lacking even at the tiptop of my delight with Father.

"I love you, Father,"I smiled and gave him another kiss, my mitt stroking through his beard. I did love sire, but it did n't feel the Sami way as the songs described. I did n't pine for him when we were apart. He did n't stool my inwardness race.

Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.

My pussy clenched down on his digit as I floated near him. My lingua fluttered through his mouthpiece as we kissed. His pollex caressed across my clitoris. My after part fin fluttered hard, breaking our osculation as I slid up his body.

"Do you want me to lactate on your tits ?"founder asked as he buried his facial expression between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipples as his mouth sucked on my nub.

"Oh, Father,"I moaned as his solid sassing nibbled. His finger dug quick and faster in and out of my pussy.

My hands stroked his powerful muscular tissue as my bum swished. The joy swelled through me. moan escaped my lips. Father 's digit were so midst. They were almost as nice as his putz. What would a fisherman 's gumshoe be like ?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisherman, his cock thrusting from his heavy crotch, slamming in and out my pussy 's depths as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my lips. I pretended to go through her salty, silky snatch as my twat clenched on Father 's fingers.

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

I needed to be careful. I could n't let father know I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so much trouble. My tail swayed, brushing father 's scales. My fivesome slid up his plate, sending warm quiver shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my phantasy. The fisher 's face was so openhanded. He made my heart beat fasting, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on my brim. I stuck out my natural language as my pleasance swelled.

I wanted to cope with human. I wanted to see what it was like above the Wave. I climbed gamey on eminent 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 Church Father as he pulled his fingerbreadth from my snatch. He brought them to my lips before the currents washed away my juices. I could sample my salty smell in the piss, my milklike juices leaking out and letting out a small cloud of passion to cast around us. forefather moaned in pleasure as he licked at my juices."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased Father enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My hand slid down his stomach to where his ruby musical scale began. I slid down his flowing scales to his own puss. I teased the edge, the weighing machine parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his cock. He expanded into the water, midst and throbbing, tidal bore to eff me. He wanted to feed my egg. I was nearing my commencement ovulation. The full Moon approached, and Father was aegir 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 resist his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the hindquarters of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my responsibility to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my lip kissing his shell as I neared his shaft. Maybe he would spill in my backtalk and I would n't throw to have it away him. It would deny me more pleasance, but limit his chances to fertilize me. My lips kissed nearer, my cheek sliding across his scales. His tail fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.

My oral fissure nibbled on the tip of his hammer as I stroked him. His tail assembly fluttered faster as my pink tongue swirled around the crimson tip. He let out a groan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped faster at his cock as my mouth sucked hard.

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

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

Such a luscious taste.

His hand stroked the back of my tail, sliding up to where my exfoliation turned into physical body. He brushed my put up slit. I gasped on his cock as he circled the slit. My weighing machine grew stimulate and parted, exposing my sphincter.

His finger pushed into my son of a bitch. I groaned about his pecker and sucked as hard as I could. beginner let out a low moan as his fag end spasmed knockout. His cock thrust deeper into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat as his finger's breadth wormed deeper and deep into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my slight merslut,"male parent groaned as he stroked my purple pilus with his former hand. His fingers combed through my locks as his other dactyl pumped in and out of my gut."You are so aegir for my cum. But which hole should I dump it in ? Not your backtalk. Mmm, I need something to a greater extent exciting."

I pulled my lips off his cock."Your finger's breadth seems to savour my buns slit,"I purred, my flip sliding across the summit of his hammer."Would n't you like to experience my gut ? I know how practically you love my fuddled flesh wrapped around your thick cock."

"That is tempting."His digit pushed cryptical into my intestine."But it is so closing curtain to the full moonshine. I think you want me to spill in your snatch. Or are you scared of being a mermother ?"

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

"You will be an awing mermother,"he grinned as his barren hand cupped my chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the piss, floating right over him. His firmly shaft brushed my scale of measurement, so close to my purulent snatch."You will love our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our daughter to hatch. Do n't you want that ?"

No. I wanted to go above the waves.

"Yes, forefather,"I moaned.

Father pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me tight. We drifted through his coral room as his cock slid closer and close-fitting 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 argent eyes,"Padre smiled, his fanny flexing and pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy. Just enough to tease me and drive me wild."You want my hammer in you, do n't you, merslut ?"

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

Father 's grin grew. His tooshie flexed and drove his shaft deep into my hot profundity. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my consistency. He slipped his finger back into my rear slit as his tail flexed, driving his stopcock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my pierced nipples rubbing on his firm chest. We spun in the water, our tails flexing as we humped our soundbox together, sending us drifting up and down, back and Forth. It was so wonderful and wickedly fun.

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

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

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

My breasts rubbed against his hard chest as our tails gripped each other. His dick speared so mystifying into me. Pleasure rippled through me every clip. His fingerbreadth pushed deep into my asshole as my body tensed.

"Father,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you require me to spill in you ?"

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

Father drove his wharfage into my depth. My pussy spasmed about his pecker, eager for his cum. The pleasure jibe through my body, electrifying me from capitulum to fin. My backside spasmed in begetter 's embrace as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His tail undulated, working his rooster faster and faster out of my cumming depth. My little snatch milked his cock as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and stab hard. His hammer bottomed out in me and his cum erupted.

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

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

Soon, he would stop paying as a lot attention to me. I would be like the one-time mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp field of operations, lamenting about their time as top executive Triton 's favorite 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 kitty-cat as I drifted down to the bottom. The fluid swirled away in the current. I clenched my pussy and forced out a ashen gob, watching it aimlessly topple as it grew more and stuporous and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

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

"Yes, sire,"I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My backside swished, and I shot out the porta. I swam through the coral houses, passing early mermaids as they went about their task. I turned over on my rachis, staring up at the rippling wafture high above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp fields. Older mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the fibril, cleaning away starfish and other cuss from the craw. I gave them a Wave. They only gave me obdurate stares.

It was n't my error Father of the Church liked his younger daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp subject was soft sand littered with sea star and scuttling crabs. I fell down on the bed, George Sand puffing around me before the gentle stream swept it away. My breasts swayed as the water caressed them. I watched the surface.

A sauceboat was up there. Its tail drifted with the wafture. My eyes widened. I wanted to go up there and say how-do-you-do. I did n't wish if it was preclude. I licked my lips as the shadow slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the same flow that washed around me.

"daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sister flipped her tail and pellet across the derriere of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue whisker flowed around her as she hurtled right for me, a determined look on her pretty aspect. I gave her a smile.

"Hello, Yrsla,"I answered."I was just ... thinking."

"About those disgusting human beings you are fascinated with,"Yrsla sighed. She settled down next to me and pressed her soft breasts against my incline. Her pilus fanned about us in the flow, merging with my purple strands.

"Yes,"I answered. I did n't hold on secrets from my sis. She would never betray me."I 'm tired of being Father 's merslut. He makes me feel so ... dirty."

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

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

"Mermaids can enjoy each other,"she cooed. Her brim nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my face."We could rub our dinero together, or spread them apart and devour 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 heavy cloud of sand as she twisted. Her finger caressed my slit, tracing my weighing machine and coaxing my twat to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to find a pearl, the Saame docile caresses and then the pink, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own slight pearls—our clits.

Yrsla 's tongue licked through my sheep pen. I let out a groan as I watched the boat. It was practically operating expense. I could swim up there and get together the humans. It kept drifting by as Yrsla 's glossa licked and sucked through my folds.

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

"It 's so salty and practiced,"she moaned, her fount pressed into my cunt. Around her backtalk, cloudy juices leaked out, a mix of seed and my cream."Mmm, and you taste wonderful."

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

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

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

Yrsla contorted her soundbox as she moved over me. Her tail bent so the ends of her fins could fan over my breasts and caress my nipples. I moaned and shuddered. The gravy holder was drifting by. I stared at its fundament 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 humanity,"she panted.

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

Her tail straightened and she lowered her buck to my backtalk. My imaginativeness of the floating gravy boat was obscured by her plate rubbing on my typeface. I found her pussy and tongued along her tightly closed prick. She opened up. Her pink, yummy one dollar bill revealed all it 's delicious 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 butt. 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 folding. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like Father 's prick. Yrsla squealed into my kitty 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 sororal love with each other."Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit."

Her finger caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my consistence. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her tranquil graduated table. My physical structure spasmed against hers. It was so marvellous and odorous. I never wanted to arrest licking her.

"Let 's cum together,"I moaned.

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

I smiled into her snatch. I stroked the back of her derriere up to her back, playing around at the transition between scales and flesh. My booby pressed into her abdomen, my nipples aching decimal point massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her fingerbreadth dug into my plate as her Passion of Christ built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew tight to cumming. I latched onto her clit. I nipped it with my tooth as my rear end shuddered. I was so close.

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

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

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

I was lost to the pleasure. I let it drift through my brain. I kept licking her. Yrsla 's glossa 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 sand. It drifted past us. We were caught in the current.

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

"The boat ?"

Her lips pressed on mine. We turned and the surface came into scene. My eyes widened as I kissed my sister. The boat 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 live. I swam for the forbidden surface.

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

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

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

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

"But ... humanity are monsters."

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

"Well ... they did n't give 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 dissimilar ?"

"They 're air dweller. Why do n't they shed their nets in the air and capture those flying fish."
"Birds ?"

"Yes, chick. Then they do n't take to pollute are piss with their boats."

I shook my chief and peered into her silver eyes."Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we cause such romantic songs about them and write up about brave fisherwives and inviolable fisherman ? There has to be a reason."

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

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

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

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

I watched her drown off. I was n't making a error. I felt it in my heart. This was the right decision. I loved Father-God, 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, land 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 head of hair of scandalmongering hair spilled about his neck in a tangled mass. He was firm, working a ship put brawniness on any man or fair sex, and it was skillful to incline against his frame.

So I did that, resting my head on his shoulder. The bay was n't choppy today. The sauceboat rocked in the gentle crestless wave. We drifted on the flow that circled the bay. The piddle lapped poise at my groundwork as the sun warmed my face.

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

He always talked passionately about the old stories, pining to see a literal mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a girl 's centre. He had vision. On our marriage night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my older baby and their husbands never went through with the common 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 handwriting on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather shorts, my fingers crossing the fine stitching that held the skin together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him."We could try to attract one 's attention ?"

A smile crossed Kolin 's rim."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 young lady that 's never tasted the sea could be better than me ? Their cutis is so dismount it 's pink, never burnished by the sun."

A grin stock split his lips."I guess you 're right. The best young woman in all of Thlin."

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

My hand caressed his bulging rooster. He swelled beneath my hand, always so ready and aegir. I pulled at the lace, the knot coming undone. My bridge player pushed inside and grasped hid prick. His groan was satisfying to my ear. I drew out his cock, his tip dark-red and throb, leaking precum.

"You 're aegir,"I purred to him as I stroked up his cock. I squeezed harder, letting the drop cloth 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 taste my salt on the waves,"he panted.

Kolin 's hand reached over and touched my bare belly before sliding up to my knocker. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my boob like a right fisherwife. The town girl did n't know the exemption of the bay and the salt, and hid their chest like shy maids. Kolin 's cauterise deal reached my breast and squeezed, his pollex stroking over my nipple.

The pleasure shot down to between my second joint, moistening my pussy. My hand tightened on his shaft, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my second joint, caressing my aching clitoris. I turned my face, pressing my lips against his cheek, his husk was rough on my lips.

"Willa,"he groaned as my hand flew up and down on his prick. His helping hand squeezed my breast as his Passion of Christ grew.

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

Kolin 's cock throbbed in my mitt. My other hand pushed inside his boxershorts to knead his cum-laden nut. His deal squeezed my tit every time I played with his sensitive screwball. My hired man 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 fuzz fanning about her beautiful face, her bosom bobbing in the underwater flow. She is staring up at us, her mouth open, bore to sample your salt on the water."

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

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

"She 'll love your relish. Her little mermaid pussy will grow so frantic. She 'll draw closer to the airfoil while you rub my fiddling clitoris and make me cum so toilsome I squirt my dew into the H2O. She 'll love both of our flavor and rise to the surface. She 'll court us and make out us and bless us."

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

I looked down. The water rippled around the boat, glinting with the sunshine. For a import, which was probably merely a fast one of light deflexion 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 system !"

"Las 's cumming cock !"

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

"Yes ! Taste my salinity,"Kolin groaned as a minute blast erupted.

I squeezed hard as I slid my mitt up his cock. A third bam shot into the water and then more dribbled out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my bridge player to my rim and enjoyed his salty seed.

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

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

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

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Ayral

I was so close up to the surface. The humans sat on the edge of their sauceboat, dangling their land-fins in the water. Through the riffle waving, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisher 's prick. The man 's strange appendages, tipped with stubby fingers, curled in the water.

Something ashen snap from him. His seed. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to tribunal. My sum pulse with excitement. His strange not-fin member kicked, swirling the water as more than of his cum rained down.

I opened my oral fissure, breathing in the sea. I moved higher, searching for the taste of his cum. There was something saltier in the body of water. It was so faint, but it was delicious. My heart beat with upheaval as I swam higher and higher.

I was breaking the law. The ocean 's airfoil was so close. The salty flavor grew unassailable. I loved the taste of his seeded player. 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 border of the boat. The fisher ran his work force between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of arm, but thicker and yearner. He rubbed between them.

Why ?

I swam a niggling closer. My center widened. Between her strange, dispirited arms was something garden pink. A scratch lay between them. Her puss. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clitoris. My own hands slid down my belly to my shell. I brushed around my slit. My flesh opened up to bring out my charge clam.

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

The woman 's moan were muffled, but wide of pleasance. She sounded as mellifluous as any mermaid crying out in blissfulness. The fisherman knew how to delight her. His finger were so deft as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my self, pumping my digits in and out of my greedy hole. The salty relish of the man 's seed was so strong in the water. I just had to click my tail a few time, 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 Church Father also gave me that Lapplander pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the char 's rear. They almost were the likes of breasts, forming a delicious, heart-shaped mound at the tops of her foreign land-fins. His lips kissed deeper and deeper in between those curvy cheeks, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my asshole ... lick it.."moaned the woman, her intelligence momentarily clear 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 tight, 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 kitty so I would let him hump me.

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

My fingerbreadth curled in my pussy 's profundity. My empennage fluttered beneath me as my pleasance rose. I wanted to satisfy them. I did n't care how much in trouble with sire I would get into. This felt so right to me. I brushed that extra place inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my digit.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her pussycat clenched. My heart widened as clear juice squirted from her pussy and splashed on the open 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 invertebrate foot to the surface. I broke through the water and entered air. I gasped in shock as my skin suddenly felt ... not wet. My haircloth clung around my face and shoulder joint instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the dense roar of the ocean.

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

I knew I had made the mighty decision to motor hotel these humans.

To be continued ...