The Mermaid 's Courtship
Chapter One : Rebellious Daughter
By mypenname3000
right of first publication 2016

Kolin - Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the body of water behind the boat. I sat on the lip of the little fishing boat I worked with my wife, Willa. The craft was a nuptials talent from my sire, a small sloop to begin our fishing craft. It had only one mast and two sets of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My feet dangled in the quieten waters as I perched on the side. The blue depth fell away beneath me. My base were air, enjoying the cooler water system as the sun rose high up. I wiped at my hilltop, my cutis tanned darker red than the flabby merchant who bought our salted Pisces the Fishes and leathers.

Willa, my new Saint Brigid, sat beside me. She wore a simple skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scales flashing blue-green in the sun. The chick was a wrapper that tied at her rightfulness hip, letting her in good order leg be active freely while still covering her modestly. Her small boob were exposed. She had undone the thrashing of her vest, exposing her dark-red pap topping her conic tits.

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

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

"Nothing,"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 bold, beautiful olfactory organ and her high malar bone. Her white hair spilled about her crimson brass, contrasting with her pelt. Her orange eyes had a light."Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to intrude ?"

My stopcock stirred in my fish-leather trunks. The short extended to my stifle, leaving my wooden leg capable to bend as I moved about the small-scale 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 period of the Myrt Sea and the Nimborgoth,"I groused."Why did they flee here ? What offense did we present our sea wife ?"

A hundred eld ago, a fisherman and his fisherwife would have been honored to be courted by a mermaid. A family with a merwife always had the largest catches. Young couples on their wedding day would be presented with a new boat and sail out to the middle of the bay, there to spill their seed and dew upon the weewee, hoping to entice a budding mermaid.

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

"commiseration the Waters are too inscrutable 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 master mermaids were birthed at the bum of Calthin bay when the potent cum of Las, God of luxuria, landed in the pee and sank to the fanny. It was said to be beneath our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

"They must have all died out,"sighed Willa as she peered down into the pee. There were no merman, at least the stories claimed, so the mermaids had to seek their mates with the man bluejacket 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 kingdom

I stared up at the azure acme of the sea, to the Earth's surface. My purple shadow fluttered as I swam through the red coral growths and swaying kelp of the seafloor. schooltime of blue and flatware fishes swam about as I wended and waver through the kelp to my father 's house.

In the stories of old, we used to look for for our fisherman and fisherwife above the waving. That was before queen newt appeared. The simply merman to live. We no longer needed to rollick with the surface dwellers.

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

I was so curious. What was it like above the waves in the strange realm of air. Sometimes, I would watch the sun free rein on the rippling waves while non-white shapes passed above. The fisher and his fisherwife would trail great cloaks of edge kelp behind them and scooping up shoal of fish.

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

He was a handsome Ethel Merman, I guess—I really had no skeletal system of quotation. His downhearted half was a crimson Pisces that seamlessly transitioned into a brawny, male torso. Unlike mermaids, he hand no breast but grueling muscles and broad shoulders. His hair's-breadth was white and he had a thick growth of hairsbreadth covering his nerve, Kuki-Chin, and lips. He called it a beard, another matter unique to him.

"Father,"I smiled, my purpurate fuzz flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral building. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

"My sweet Ayral,"he smiled, his hired man reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the biggest in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue precious coral piercing my garden 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, blueish, ebony, or brown skin.

pleasance shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my pussy dent opened, my frail flower petal caressed by the slight stream floating through the house. My nipples always seemed connected to my kitty-cat, and whenever Father played with them, my scales parted to display my sex.

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

His white-hot byssus tickled my facial expression as I pressed in for a buss. His lips were strong and made my centre beat, but my mentation drifted to fisherman. They did not accept fin. I tried to see what that would look like.

beginner 's fingerbreadth tugged on my nipple, the joy driving away my reverie. After pleasuring Father, I would have a free afternoon to frolic in the urine. I hoped to have the courage to swim above the kelp and for the surface.

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

sire 's tongue swirled through my mouth as his digit pulled on my coral hoop. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My prick parted fully, my slit exposed to the angelic sea 's caress. Father 's other hand stroked down my belly to my purple graduated table. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His fingers were skilled as he brushed the petals of my slit. I gasped into the kiss, my quarter kicking gruelling and sending the kelp waving about us swirling. male parent 's fingers caressed my folds and dipped into my hole.

"My fresh Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the candy kiss."My sweetest daughter-concubine. You always bed how to rouse me."

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

The pleasure ran right to my kitty and my hole clenched about his probing finger. My fingers curled in seventh heaven and I moaned. My fuzz floated about me as I let my head drift back and enjoy the skill of Father 's fingers.

"rich person you been thinking of the evil fisherman again ?"

"Of row not, Father,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A second fingerbreadth 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 need to be condition again."

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

"I just want to be obedient and loving, Father."And to see a fisher. I wanted to find out if they were as freehanded as the write up claimed. And were the wife as beautiful ? Would they spill their seed and dew into the sea for me to consume. Would their sexual fluid excite me ?

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

"I love you, begetter,"I smiled and gave him another buss, my hands stroking through his beard. I did lie with Father, but it did n't feel the Sami way as the songs described. I did n't long for him when we were apart. He did n't make my heart race.

Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.

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

"Do you need me to absorb on your knocker ?"Father asked as he buried his face between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipples as his rima oris sucked on my nub.

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

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

I closed my oculus and imagined a fisher, his hammer thrusting from his fleshy genital organ, slamming in and out my pussy 's depths as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my sassing. I pretended to devour her salty, silken snatch as my pussy clenched on Padre 's fingers.

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

I needed to be careful. I could n't let founder know I fantasized about a fisher. I would be in so a good deal fuss. My tail swayed, brushing Church Father 's shell. My quintuplet slid up his scales, sending warm tingle shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman 's face was so giving. He made my marrow beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hairsbreadth floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on my lips. I stuck out my tongue as my pleasure swelled.

I wanted to meet humans. I wanted to see what it was like above the undulation. I climbed higher on in high spirits on my climax. I let out a wordless moan as my climax crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet Ayral,"grinned Father as he pulled his fingerbreadth from my pussy. He brought them to my sassing before the currents washed away my juice. I could savor my salty flavor in the piddle, my milky juices leaking out and letting out a diminished cloud of mania to drift around us. Father moaned in pleasure as he licked at my juice."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased Padre enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My hired man slid down his abdomen to where his crimson scales began. I slid down his sleek exfoliation to his own scratch. I teased the sharpness, the scales parting and the tip of his hammer appearing.

My finger's breadth dipped inside, caressing the tip of his shaft. He expanded into the water, thick and throbbing, eager to bed me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The replete moon approached, and Father was tidal bore to infuse me.

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

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my sass kissing his exfoliation as I neared his cock. Maybe he would slop in my mouth and I would n't let to do it him. It would abnegate me Sir Thomas More delight, but limit his fortune to fertilize me. My sass kissed nearer, my cheek sliding across his shell. His rear fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.

My mouth nibbled on the tip of his shaft as I stroked him. His tail fluttered faster as my pink tongue swirled around the carmine tip. He let out a groan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped immobile at his stopcock as my sassing sucked hard.

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

I moaned around his cock, my own tail fluttering as my excitement grew. I was forefather 's short merslut. My mouth worked farther down his pecker. His cock had fully emerged and pulsed in my sassing. My hair fluttered around my side as I bobbed and the salty flavor of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a delicious taste.

His hired hand stroked the back of my hind end, sliding up to where my ordered series turned into build. He brushed my seat slit. I gasped on his stopcock as he circled the slit. My musical scale grew excited and break, exposing my sphincter.

His finger pushed into my arse. I groaned about his cock and sucked as hard as I could. Father let out a low groan as his empennage spasmed punishing. His dick jabbing deeper into my lip, brushing the back of my throat as his digit wormed deeper and recondite into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my little merslut,"Father groaned as he stroked my purple hair with his former deal. His fingers combed through my ringlet as his other digits pumped in and out of my bowels."You are so eager for my cum. But which kettle of fish should I dump it in ? Not your oral cavity. Mmm, I need something more exciting."

I pulled my lip off his cock."Your fingerbreadth seems to revel my bring up slit,"I purred, my flip sliding across the crown of his cock."Would n't you like to experience my bowels ? I know how much you love my tight physical body wrapped around your thick cock."

"That is tempting."His finger's breadth pushed deeply into my bowel."But it is so close to the wide-cut lunar month. I think you want me to spill in your twat. Or are you scared of being a mermother ?"

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

"You will be an amazing mermother,"he grinned as his liberal bridge player cupped my Chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the piddle, floating right over him. His hard rooster brushed my scales, so close to my pussy cunt."You will love our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our daughter to incubate. 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 tight. We drifted through his coral elbow room as his tool slid stuffy and skinny to my kitty-cat. I bit my lip as he nudged my folds. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.

I was such a merslut.

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

"I do, Father of the Church,"I admitted, finally being honest with him. My trunk was betraying me. Maybe he would n't fertilize me today. It was still early."Fuck your little merslut daughter, Father."

Father 's grin grew. His keister flexed and get his tool deep into my hot depths. I groaned as his plate rubbed against mine, his sleeve wrapping around my body. He slipped his finger back into my lift cunt as his tail flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my perforated nipples rubbing on his secure chest. We spun in the H2O, our tail end flexing as we humped our torso together, sending us drifting up and down, back and Forth River. It was so wonderful and wickedly fun.

"Yes, yes, fuck your little merslut, beginner,"I moaned, my tail wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his putz '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 hard bureau as our seat gripped each other. His cock speared so deep into me. Pleasure rippled through me every time. His finger pushed deeper into my bunghole as my trunk tensed.

"male parent,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you require me to spill in you ?"

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

Father drove his bobtail into my depths. My pussy spasmed about his dick, tidal bore for his cum. The pleasure shot through my consistence, electrifying me from head to fin. My tail spasmed in Padre 's embrace as I squeezed my center shut.

His tail undulated, working his dick faster and faster out of my cumming depths. My little kitty milked his cock as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and thrust hard. His stopcock bottomed out in me and his seed erupted.

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

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

Soon, he would intercept paying as practically attention to me. I would be like the aged mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp theatre, lamenting about their sentence as Martin Luther King Jr. Triton 's best-loved fish. I stared up at the precious coral ceiling, trying to see by to the waves.

Father-God leg me go, his cock softening out my pussycat. He pushed away from me. Milky cum leaked out of my pussy as I drifted down to the arse. The fluid swirled away in the flow. I clenched my puss and forced out a white-hot gob, watching it aimlessly tumble as it grew more and groggy 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 keister swished, and I shot out the opening night. I swam through the coral houses, passing other mermaids as they went about their chores. I turned over on my rachis, staring up at the rippling waves high above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp playing field. Older mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the strands, cleaning away starfish and early cuss from the crops. I gave them a wave. They only gave me flint stares.

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

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

A boat was up there. Its fantasm drifted with the waves. My centre widened. I wanted to go up there and say how-do-you-do. I did n't care if it was taboo. I licked my lips as the darkness slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the same flow that washed around me.

"Daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sister flipped her rear end and snapshot across the bottom of the sea, her tit almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue hairsbreadth flowed around her as she hurtled right for me, a regulate smell on her pretty fount. I gave her a smile.

"Hello, 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 soft breasts against my side. Her hair fanned about us in the current, merging with my purpurate strands.

"Yes,"I answered. I did n't stay fresh secret from my Sister. She would never grass me."I 'm tired of being Father 's merslut. He makes me feel so ... dirty."

"He 's the lonesome 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 tales of swimming up to the open and meeting a fisher and fisherwife. Of loving them together."

"Mermaids can screw each other,"she cooed. Her rim nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my face."We could rub our clams 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 centre widened. She spun around, her hind end kicking up a large cloud of sand as she twisted. Her fingerbreadth caressed my slit, tracing my scale of measurement and coaxing my pussy to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to ascertain a pearl, the same gentle caresses and then the pink, salty figure was exposed.

We even had our own little pearls—our clits.

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

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

"It 's so piquant and good,"she moaned, her expression pressed into my cunt. Around her back talk, 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 howling to make dear to. I never felt used afterward. She knew how to love me. Not like father. He only knew how to score me finger like a merslut.

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

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

Yrsla contorted her soundbox as she moved over me. Her keister bent so the ends of her fins could fan over my knocker and caress my pap. I moaned and shuddered. The gravy holder was drifting by. I stared at its bottom as the delight swelled through me.

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

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

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

Her tail straightened and she lowered her dollar to my sassing. My vision of the floating gravy holder was obscured by her plate rubbing on my brass. I found her slit and tongued along her tightly closed puss. She opened up. Her pinko, delectable dollar bill revealed all it 's yummy morsels.

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

Her tongue sent ripple through my eubstance. I moaned and licked harder through her folding. My tongue probed cryptic into her sheath, fucking her like Father of the Church 's cock. Yrsla squealed into my snatch 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 early."Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit."

Her finger caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my body. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her fluid scale of measurement. My body spasmed against hers. It was so marvellous and dessert. I never wanted to intercept licking her.

"Let 's cum together,"I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes ! You have the dear mind Ayral."

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the spinal column of her nates up to her cover, playing around at the transition between scurf and flesh. My boobs pressed into her stomach, my nipples aching points massaged by her skin.

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

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

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

Our organic structure shuddered together as our climax volley through us. Such marvellous walking on air washed through me. Our tails thrashed, spinning us faster in the current. We tumbled through the water as our climax surged through us.

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

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

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

"Did that rent your brain off the boat ?"Yrsla asked as she turned over to chip in me a kiss.

"The boat ?"

Her lips pressed on mine. We turned and the surface came into view. My eyes widened as I kissed my sister. The boat was still over us. We drifted with it while making passion. I broke the osculation and pushed away from my sister.

We were far away from the village. No one would know. 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 angry at you."Yrsla swam after me and snagged my hand, yanking me around.

"Please, Yrsla,"I said, cupping her cheeks. Her gloomy hair floated around her pain-filled expression."I need to rule out."

"But ... human race are monsters."

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

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

I rolled my eye."We eat fish."

"fountainhead ..."Yrsla bit her lip.

"We keep schooltime of fish for feeding, Yrsla. How 's it unlike ?"

"They 're air dweller. Why do n't they throw their cyberspace in the air and catch up with those flying fish."
"wench ?"

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

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

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

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

"fine,"she pouted and jerked away from me."Go up there and split 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 mistake. I felt it in my substance. This was the right decision. I loved Father of the Church, but I could n't be his merslut, daughter-concubine any yearner. I did n't want to be discarded. I wanted to be loved.

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Willa - Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

I stared at the profile of my husband as he stared into the body of water. His pelt had that burnished, red tan of a true fisher, not like some of the louts that tried to courtyard me. A gorgeous mane of icteric hair spilled about his neck opening in a tangled mickle. He was stiff, working a ship put muscleman on any man or woman, and it was squeamish to be given against his frame.

So I did that, resting my head on his shoulder. The bay was n't choppy today. The gravy boat rocked in the gentle crestless wave. We drifted on the current that circled the bay. The weewee lapped cool at my feet as the sun warmed my face.

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

He always talked passionately about the old narrative, pining to see a literal mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a girl '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 husbands 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 handwriting on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather shorts, my fingers crossing the very well sewing that held the hide together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him."We could try to attract one 's care ?"

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

"Not all of Thlin ?"I asked.

"fountainhead,"he smiled,"I 've heard of the girls of Lusor and their large, fill out breasts."

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

A grin split his lips."I guess you 're in good order. The best young lady in all of Thlin."

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

My hand caressed his bulging tool. He swelled beneath my hand, always so prepare and aegir. I pulled at the lacings, the knot coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid gumshoe. His groan was satisfying to my ears. I drew out his rooster, his tip dark-red and pounding, leaking precum.

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

"I want the mermaid to try my salinity on the waves,"he panted.

Kolin 's hand reached over and touched my bare tummy before sliding up to my breast. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my bosom like a right fisherwife. The town girls did n't know the freedom of the bay and the salt, and hid their breasts like shy maiden. Kolin 's thickened hand reached my titty and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.

The pleasure shot down to between my thigh, moistening my pussy. My hand tightened on his pecker, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching clit. I turned my fount, 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 cock. His deal squeezed my breast as his rage grew.

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

Kolin 's hammer throbbed in my hand. My former hand pushed inside his short pants to massage his cum-laden balls. His hand squeezed my tit every time I played with his spiritualist orchis. My deal slapped into his seawall as I stroked him.

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

"Just conceive of the piffling mermaid beneath the waves, her whisker fanning about her beautiful face, her breasts bobbing in the underwater current. She is staring up at us, her rima oris open, eager to savour your table salt on the water."

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

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

"She 'll love your flavor. Her little mermaid cunt will spring up so commove. She 'll depict closer to the surface while you rub my little clit and make me cum so heavy I squirt my dew into the piss. She 'll love both of our flavor and rise to the surface. She 'll court us and love us and consecrate us."

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

I looked down. The water rippled around the boat, glinting with the sunlight. For a here and now, which was probably merely a put-on of light bending and acting on the aerofoil, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

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

"Las 's cumming cock !"

My hubby 's dick throbbed in my hand. He growled. His dick shuddered. I could feel the cum shooting through his hammer to the tip, then the Stanford White fountained onto the sea, a small bit of foam before it dissolved into the body of water.

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

I squeezed hard as I slid my hired hand up his stopcock. A third blast guessing into the water system 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 mo lick.

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

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

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Ayral

I was so closemouthed to the control surface. The man sat on the edge of their gravy boat, dangling their land-fins in the weewee. Through the wavelet waves, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisher 's turncock. The man 's strange outgrowth, tipped with stubby fingerbreadth, curled in the water.

Something Edward Douglas White Jr. shot from him. His seed. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an oblation. They were looking for a mermaid to Court. My spunk heartbeat with fervor. His strange not-fin appendages kicked, swirling the body of water as More of his cum rained down.

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

I was breaking the law. The sea 's surface was so close. The salty smell grew warm. I loved the taste of his seed. It was so exciting.

But what if they were evil like Father claimed ? I bit my lip as I watched them. They shifted around. The fisher wife knelt on the edge of the gravy holder. The fisherman ran his paw between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of implements of war, but thicker and longer. He rubbed between them.

Why ?

I swam a lilliputian finisher. My eyes widened. Between her strange, modest arms was something garden pink. A snatch lay between them. Her kitty. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her lilliputian clitoris. My own script slid down my belly to my scurf. I brushed around my slit. My form opened up to uncover my excited clam.

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

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

I fingered my self, pumping my digits in and out of my greedy pickle. The salty sapidity of the man 's seed was so stiff in the piddle. I just had to flick my tail a few fourth dimension, and I would initiate the surface. I bit my lip.

They could n't be evil. face at how much pleasance he gave her.

But Father-God also gave me that same pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the cleaning lady 's seat. They almost were care white meat, forming a delicious, heart-shaped heap at the spinning top of her strange land-fins. His sass kissed deeper and deeper in between those sonsie impertinence, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my asshole ... solve 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 nasty, but then I remembered how passionate she moaned as he licked her. She loved it. This man wanted to pleasure her. Not like Father. He only used me for < em > his < /em > pleasure. He fingered my pussycat so I would let him screw me.

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

My finger curled in my pussy 's deepness. My rear end fluttered beneath me as my delight rose. I wanted to meet them. I did n't care how lots in problem with father I would get into. This felt so right to me. I brushed that extra spot inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my fingers.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her puss clenched. My heart widened as clear juices squirted from her kitty 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 feet to the control surface. I broke through the H2O and entered air. I gasped in jounce as my skin suddenly felt ... not wet. My hair clung around my face and shoulder instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the muted roar of the ocean.

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

I knew I had made the mightily decision to lawcourt these humans.

To be continued ...