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

Kolin - Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the water behind the boat. I sat on the lip of the little fishing gravy holder I worked with my wife, Willa. The cunning was a wedding gift from my father, a small sloop to set out our fishing swop. It had only one mast and two sets of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My substructure dangled in the equanimity waters as I perched on the side. The grim depths fell away beneath me. My feet were desolate, enjoying the cooler waters as the sun rose highschool. I wiped at my brow, my tegument tanned darker red than the flabby merchandiser who bought our salt-cured fish and leathers.

Willa, my new bride, sat beside me. She wore a unproblematic bird sewn of fish-leathers, the plate flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrapper that tied at her right-hand hip, letting her properly leg move freely while still covering her modestly. Her small bosom were exposed. She had undone the lacings of her undershirt, exposing her dark-red nipples topping her conical tits.

There were no boat 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.

"zip,"I answered.

"You mean mermaids,"she smiled. Willa had a majuscule smile, still girlish with the youth she had only recently shed. It complimented her boldface, beautiful nose and her high cheekbones. Her bloodless pilus spilled about her reddish aspect, contrasting with her skin. Her orange heart had a sparkle."Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to prod ?"

My cock stirred in my fish-leather short. The drawers extended to my knees, leaving my legs able to bend as I moved about the diminished gravy boat."Yes."

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

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

A hundred twelvemonth ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would deliver been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the largest grab. Young couples on their wedding ceremony 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 waters, hoping to lure a budding mermaid.

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

"Pity the waters are too deep to give the Merpool,"I sighed,"then you could swim down there and go a merwife."

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

"You 'd be both,"I laughed. The Merpool was probably a myth. In the vocal, 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 pee and sank to the bottom. It was said to be beneath our keel on the sea trading floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

"They must bear 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 essay their mates with the human sailors and fisherman who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid 's threnody as we waited for our net to swell.

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Ayral - Bottom of Calthin Bay, Triton 's Kingdom

I stared up at the sapphire heights of the sea, to the control surface. My majestic after part fluttered as I swam through the coral growths and swaying kelp of the seafloor. Schools of down and silver-tongued Pisces swam about as I wended and wove through the kelp to my father 's house.

In the story of old, we used to seek for our fisherman and fisherwife above the wafture. That was before king Triton appeared. The only Merman to exist. We no longer needed to cavort with the surface dwellers.

At least, 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 keep an eye on the sunlight play on the rippling waves while dark bod passed above. The fisherman and his fisherwife would trail with child cloaks of bound kelp behind them and scooping up schools of fish.

"There you are, Ayral,"Billie Jean King Triton smiled. I was one of his many daughter-concubines.

He was a handsome merman, I guess—I really had no frame of reference. His downhearted half was a red Pisces the Fishes that seamlessly transitioned into a hefty, male torso. Unlike mermaids, he hand no breasts but arduous muscleman and broad articulatio humeri. His tomentum was white and he had a thick ontogeny of hair covering his cheeks, Chin, and lips. He called it a beard, another matter unique to him.

"Padre,"I smiled, my majestic fuzz flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral edifice. Fatherhood lounged on a bed of kelp.

"My sweet Ayral,"he smiled, his manus reaching out to conquer one of my large breast—the bighearted 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 cherry-red skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red skin, though I heard former clan had pale, bluish, pitch black, or Robert Brown skin.

Pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my pussy cunt opened, my touchy petals caressed by the slight current floating through the home. My nipples always seemed connected to my twat, and whenever Father played with them, my scales parted to expose my sex.

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

His bloodless beard tickled my face as I pressed in for a buss. His lips were solid and made my heart beat, but my idea drifted to fisherman. They did not have fins. I tried to picture what that would seem like.

Father 's digit tugged on my nipple, the pleasure driving away my daydreaming. After pleasuring don, I would have a costless afternoon to frolic in the piss. I hoped to have the courage to float above the kelp and for the surface.

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

begetter 's tongue swirled through my mouth as his fingers pulled on my precious coral doughnut. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My slit parted fully, my pussy exposed to the sweet sea 's caress. Father 's other hand stroked down my belly to my royal exfoliation. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His finger's breadth were skilled as he brushed the petal of my pussy. I gasped into the candy kiss, my stern kicking intemperately and sending the kelp waving about us swirling. Father 's fingers caressed my sheepcote and dipped into my hole.

"My sugariness Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the kiss."My honeyed daughter-concubine. You always know how to charge up me."

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

The pleasure ran right to my puss and my hole clenched about his probing finger. My fingerbreadth curled in bliss and I moaned. My hair floated about me as I let my head impetus back and savor the skill of beginner 's fingers.

"Have you been thinking of the malevolent fisherman again ?"

"Of course of study not, male parent,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A instant finger entered me.

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Father,"I smiled and gave him another candy kiss, my paw stroking through his byssus. I did love forefather, but it did n't feel the Sami way as the songs described. I did n't yearn for him when we were apart. He did n't take a crap my heart race.

Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.

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

"Do you want me to wet-nurse on your tits ?"founder asked as he buried his boldness between them. His stringy beard caressed my nipples as his mouthpiece sucked on my nub.

"Oh, founding father,"I moaned as his strong backtalk nibbled. His fingers dug faster and faster in and out of my cunt.

My hands stroked his powerful muscle as my backside swished. The joy swelled through me. moan escaped my lips. founder 's fingers were so thick. They were almost as nice as his cock. What would a fisherman 's pecker be like ?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisher, his cock thrusting from his fleshy genital organ, slamming in and out my slit 's deepness as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my back talk. I pretended to devour her salty, silky snatch as my pussy clenched on Father 's fingers.

"Yes, yes !"I groaned."nookie me ! urinate me cum !"

I needed to be deliberate. I could n't let Father have a go at it I fantasized about a fisher. I would be in so lots trouble. My ass swayed, brushing father 's graduated table. My fins slid up his scales, sending warm quiver shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman 's nerve was so fine-looking. He made my substance cadence fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her slit on my backtalk. I stuck out my tongue as my pleasure swelled.

I wanted to meet human beings. I wanted to see what it was like above the waving. I climbed gamy on mellow on my orgasm. I let out a wordless moan as my orgasm crashed through me. My consistence shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet Ayral,"grinned Father of the Church as he pulled his finger from my snatch. He brought them to my back talk before the flow washed away my juices. I could taste my salty flavor in the water, 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 juices."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased don enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My hand slid down his stomach to where his deep red graduated table began. I slid down his sleek scales to his own dent. I teased the sharpness, the plate parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his shaft. He expanded into the H2O, thick and throbbing, eagre to love me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The full-of-the-moon moon approached, and Father was eager to impregnate me.

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

It was my tariff to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my sassing kissing his graduated table as I neared his cock. Maybe he would spill in my mouth and I would n't have to fuck him. It would deny me Thomas More pleasure, but limit his chances to fertilize me. My mouth kissed nearer, my brass sliding across his scales. His poop fluttered lazily as my handwriting grasped his throbbing dick.

My mouth nibbled on the tip of his putz as I stroked him. His tail fluttered faster as my pink tongue swirled around the cerise tip. He let out a groan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped quicker at his turncock as my mouthpiece sucked hard.

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

I moaned around his stopcock, my own tush fluttering as my excitement grew. I was Father 's trivial merslut. My sass worked farther down his peter. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my sassing. My hair fluttered around my face as I bobbed and the salty smell of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a delicious taste.

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

His finger pushed into my asshole. I groaned about his hammer and sucked as intemperate as I could. male parent let out a low groan as his shadower spasmed surd. His putz poking deeper into my sassing, brushing the back of my throat as his finger wormed deeper and deeper into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my slight merslut,"Father groaned as he stroked my purple whisker with his other deal. His fingers combed through my locks as his other fingerbreadth pumped in and out of my bowels."You are so eager for my cum. But which hole should I dump it in ? Not your oral fissure. Mmm, I need something more exciting."

I pulled my brim off his cock."Your fingerbreadth seems to enjoy my rear snatch,"I purred, my thumb sliding across the crown of his cock."Would n't you like to experience my bowels ? I know how a lot you love my cockeyed frame wrapped around your thick cock."

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

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

"You will be an awful mermother,"he grinned as his free hand cupped my chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the piddle, floating right over him. His hard putz brushed my scales, so close to my pussycat slit."You will make out our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our daughter to hatch. Do n't you require that ?"

No. I wanted to go above the waves.

"Yes, Father,"I moaned.

founding father pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me close. We drifted through his coral elbow room as his cock slid confining and tight to my kitty. I bit my lip as he nudged my folding. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.

I was such a merslut.

"I can see it in your Ag eye,"Padre smiled, his tail flexing and pushing the tip of his turncock into my kitty-cat. Just enough to tease me and drive me raging."You want my cock in you, do n't you, merslut ?"

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

Father 's smile grew. His tail flexed and drove his cock deep into my hot depths. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his weaponry wrapping around my consistency. He slipped his finger back into my seat scratch as his nates flexed, driving his putz into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my punctured nipples rubbing on his strong bureau. We spun in the body of water, our tail coat flexing as we humped our bodies together, sending us drifting up and down, back and forth. It was so grand and wickedly fun.

"Yes, yes, bed your little merslut, Father,"I moaned, my rump wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his cock 's poke."Mmm, yes, Father of the Church. 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 deal about being fertilized when such pleasure burned through me.

My breasts rubbed against his hard breast as our tails gripped each other. His prick speared so deep into me. Pleasure rippled through me every time. His finger pushed deeper into my cocksucker as my soundbox tensed.

"Fatherhood,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you want me to disgorge 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 pier into my astuteness. My pussy spasmed about his dick, tidal bore for his cum. The delight blastoff through my body, electrifying me from head to fin. My tail spasmed in begetter 's embrace as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His tail undulated, working his shaft faster and faster out of my cumming depth. My little slit milked his peter as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and stuff hard. His turncock bottomed out in me and his germ erupted.

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

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

Soon, he would stop paying as a lot attention to me. I would be like the older mermaids, bitterness and complaining as they worked the kelp field, lamenting about their time as King triton 's favorite fish. I stared up at the coral ceiling, trying to see past to the waves.

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

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

"Yes, founding father,"I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My tail swished, and I shot out the opening night. I swam through the coral houses, passing other mermaids as they went about their task. I turned over on my cover, staring up at the rippling wafture gamey above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp fields. former mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the strands, cleaning away sea star and former pests from the craw. I gave them a waving. They only gave me flint stares.

It was n't my fault Father liked his younger daughter-concubines.

Beyond the kelp fields was soft backbone littered with starfish and scuttling pediculosis pubis. I fell down on the bed, Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin puffing around me before the gentle current swept it away. My knocker swayed as the water caressed them. I watched the surface.

A boat was up there. Its phantasma drifted with the waves. My eyes widened. I wanted to go up there and say hello. I did n't care if it was nix. I licked my backtalk as the phantasm slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the same current that washed around me.

"Daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

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

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

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

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

"He 's the solitary male person 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 tales of swimming up to the surface and meeting a fisherman and fisherwife. Of loving them together."

"Mermaids can love each early,"she cooed. Her lip nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my face."We could rub our dollar bill together, or unfold them apart and devour all the tasty goodness."

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

Yrsla 's heart widened. She spun around, her fundament kicking up a large swarm of sand as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my slit, tracing my scales and coaxing my snatch to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a one dollar bill to find a bead, the same gentle caresses and then the pink, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own picayune pearls—our clits.

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

"Oh, you are greedy for sire 's come,"I moaned.

"It 's so salty and effective,"she moaned, her face pressed into my slit. Around her lips, cloudy succus leaked out, a mix of come 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 apply afterward. She knew how to love me. Not like father. He only knew how to make me feel 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 sheepfold while her hands stroked my tail. My body shuddered as the pleasure washed through me.

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

Yrsla contorted her eubstance as she moved over me. Her tail hang so the ends of her pentad could fan over my breast and caress my nipples. I moaned and shuddered. The sauceboat was drifting by. I stared at its bottom as the pleasure swelled through me.

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

"Does it take 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 visual sense of the floating sauceboat was obscured by her scales rubbing on my face. I found her dent and tongued along her tightly closed slit. She opened up. Her pinko, delicious dollar 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 butt spasmed. We rose from the sandy bottom. The electric current seized us. We drifted along as we pleasured each other.

Her tongue sent rippling through my body. I moaned and licked harder through her flock. My spit probed rich into her cocktail dress, fucking her like Father 's cock. Yrsla squealed into my pussy and nibbled on my clit.

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

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

Her finger caressed my pussycat before she buried her rima oris back into my body. I moaned, my finger sliding along her bland scales. My body spasmed against hers. It was so grand and seraphic. I never wanted to kibosh licking her.

"Let 's cum together,"I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes ! You have the substantially idea Ayral."

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the book binding of her rear end up to her back, playing around at the transition between scale and human body. My breast pressed into her tummy, my nipples aching gunpoint massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her fingerbreadth dug into my weighing machine as her passion built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew closer to cumming. I latched onto her button. I nipped it with my dentition as my can shuddered. I was so close.

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

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

Our bodies shuddered together as our climax flare-up through us. Such wonderful bliss washed through me. Our tail coat thrashed, spinning us faster in the flow. We tumbled through the weewee as our orgasms surged through us.

I was lost to the pleasure. I let it err through my brain. I kept licking her. Yrsla 's natural language never stopped playing with my twat. 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 yesteryear us. We were caught in the current.

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

"The boat ?"

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

We were far away from the village. No one would fuck. I swam for the forbidden surface.

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

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

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

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

"But ... human beings are monsters."

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

"fountainhead ... they did n't consume a alternative ..."Yrsla looked up at the sauceboat."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 fish for feeding, Yrsla. How 's it different ?"

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

"Yes, birds. Then they do n't ask to foul are waters with their boats."

I shook my head and peered into her silver center."Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we take such romantic Sung dynasty about them and tarradiddle about brave fisherwives and strong fisherman ? There has to be a reason."

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

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

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

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

I watched her drown off. I was n't making a mistake. I felt it in my nitty-gritty. This was the right decision. I loved Father, but I could n't be his merslut, daughter-concubine any thirster. I did n't require 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 married man as he stared into the piddle. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a true fisherman, not like some of the lump that tried to court me. A gorgeous mane of yellowish hair spilled about his cervix in a tangled mass. He was strong, working a ship put muscles on any man or womanhood, and it was Nice to tilt against his frame.

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

I loved being out on the bay. It was partly why I chose to marry a fisher. 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 real mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a miss 's heart. He had vision. On our marriage Night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my older sisters and their hubby never went through with the reciprocal onanism into the bay.

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

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

A smiling crossed Kolin 's lips."I married the best young lady 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 tumid, rhythm breasts."

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

A grin split his lip."I guess you 're redress. The best girlfriend in all of Thlin."

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

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

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

"I want the mermaid to taste my salt on the wave,"he panted.

Kolin 's hired man reached over and partake my bare abdomen before sliding up to my breasts. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun buss my tits like a proper fisherwife. The town girls did n't recognise the freedom of the bay and the SALT, and hid their chest like shy maid. Kolin 's cauterize hand reached my breast and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.

The pleasure shot down to between my thighs, moistening my slit. My hand tightened on his shaft, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching clitoris. I turned my case, pressing my lips against his cheek, his stubble was rough on my lips.

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

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

Kolin 's stopcock throbbed in my hand. My other script pushed inside his short pants to massage his cum-laden bollock. His hand squeezed my tit every clock time I played with his sensible junkie. My hand slapped into his groin as I stroked him.

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

"Just suppose the short mermaid beneath the wave, her hair fanning about her beautiful face, her breasts bobbing in the underwater current. She is staring up at us, her mouth open, eager to try out 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 tempest, would show us her favor instead of her anger.

"She 'll get it on your savor. Her little mermaid pussy will originate so excited. She 'll draw secretive to the Earth's surface while you rub my little button and establish me cum so hard I squirt my dew into the water. She 'll hump both of our flavour and climb to the open. She 'll court us and get laid us and sign us."

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

I looked down. The water rippled around the gravy holder, glinting with the sun. For a import, which was probably merely a john of light bend and acting on the control surface, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

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

"Las 's cumming cock !"

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

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

I squeezed hard as I slid my manus up his peter. A tierce blast stab into the body of water and then more filter out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my hand to my lips and enjoyed his salty seed.

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

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

I grinned at my husband, my wretched slit on fire.

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Ayral

I was so cheeseparing to the open. The humans sat on the edge of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the water. Through the rippling Wave, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman 's tool. The man 's unusual process, tipped with stubby fingers, curled in the water.

Something blank dig from him. His source. It splashed on the pee. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to court. My meat measure with excitement. His unusual not-fin appendages kicked, swirling the urine as more of his cum rained down.

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

I was breaking the law. The ocean 's surface was so close. The salty flavor grew stronger. I loved the discernment 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 edge of the boat. The fisher ran his workforce between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of arms, but thicker and thirster. He rubbed between them.

Why ?

I swam a little finisher. My eyes widened. Between her strange, lower implements of war was something pink. A slit lay between them. Her puss. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clit. My own hands slid down my belly to my scales. I brushed around my slit. My flesh opened up to uncover my sex clam.

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

The woman 's moans were muffled, but wide of pleasure. She sounded as mellisonant as any mermaid crying out in bliss. The fisherman knew how to please her. His fingers were so deft as they stroked through her folds.

I fingered my ego, pumping my digits in and out of my greedy hole. The salty tang of the man 's germ was so strong in the water. I just had to flick my shadow a few times, and I would broach the airfoil. I bit my lip.

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

But founder also gave me that Sami pleasure.

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

"Yes ... my bunghole ... lick it.."moaned the womanhood, her words momentarily clear before a wave slapped up against the side of the boat.

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

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

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

My fingers curled in my slit 's depths. My tail fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to encounter them. I did n't worry how much in worry with father I would get into. This felt so right to me. I brushed that special post inside of me.

My kitty-cat spasmed about my finger's breadth.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her kitty-cat clenched. My heart widened as clear juice squirted from her snatch and splashed on the surface of the sea. I breathed through my mouth and tasted something tangy and exciting. Her puss was wonderful.

They had to be wonderful.

My fin fluttered and I propelled myself the live on ten understructure to the airfoil. I broke through the water supply and entered air. I gasped in shock as my skin suddenly felt ... not wet. My pilus clung around my look and shoulders instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the tone down roar of the ocean.

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

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

To be continued ...