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

Kolin - Calthin Bay, realm of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the water behind the sauceboat. I sat on the lip of the small-scale fishing boat I worked with my wife, Willa. The craft was a wedding gift from my father, a small sloop to lead off our fishing trade. It had only one mast and two circle of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My feet dangled in the quieten waters as I perched on the side. The blue deepness fell away beneath me. My feet were mere, enjoying the ice chest waters as the sun rose high. I wiped at my hilltop, my skin tanned darker red than the voiced merchant who bought our salted Pisces the Fishes and leathers.

Willa, my new bride, sat beside me. She wore a uncomplicated skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the scales flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrap that tied at her right hip, letting her right leg affect freely while still covering her modestly. Her small breasts were exposed. She had undone the drubbing of her vest, exposing her dark-red nipples topping her conelike tits.

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

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

"Nothing,"I answered.

"You mean mermaids,"she smiled. Willa had a great smiling, still schoolgirlish with the youth she had only recently shed. It complimented her bold, beautiful nose and her high up cheekbones. Her Stanford White pilus spilled about her reddish face, contrasting with her peel. Her orange eyes had a scintillation."Have you been dreaming of a marriageable merwife to pry ?"

My turncock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The shorts extended to my genu, leaving my pegleg able-bodied to bend 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 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 wife ?"

A hundred long time 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 couplet on their wedding day would be presented with a new boat and sail out to the middle of the bay, there to run out their germ and dew upon the waters, hoping to lure a budding mermaid.

Willa and I had done it, masturbating each other on the dreary waters while the full synodic month burned above. No comely mermaid had broached the surface. They were gone.

"pathos the water are too recondite to contact 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 rump of Calthin bay when the potent cum of Las, God of Lust, landed in the water and sank to the merchant ship. It was said to be beneath our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

"They must birth 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 married person with the man Panama and fisherman who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid 's requiem as we waited for our net to swell.

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Ayral - bottomland of Calthin Bay, newt 's Kingdom

I stared up at the azure heights of the sea, to the open. My violet after part fluttered as I swam through the coral emergence and swaying kelp of the seafloor. Schools of blue and silver Fish swam about as I wended and wove through the kelp to my don 's house.

In the account of old, we used to seek for our fisherman and fisherwife above the waves. That was before Billie Jean Moffitt King Triton appeared. The but merman to exist. We no longer needed to frolic with the surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so curious. What was it like above the moving ridge in the unusual realm of air. Sometimes, I would watch the sun play on the rippling waves while dark shapes passed above. The fisher and his fisherwife would tail great cloaks of saltation kelp behind them and scooping up schools of fish.

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

He was a handsome Ethel Merman, I guess—I really had no frame of reference. His lower half was a crimson fish that seamlessly transitioned into a brawny, manlike torso. Unlike mermaids, he hand no chest but difficult brawn and broad articulatio humeri. His hair was Patrick White and he had a dense growth of hair covering his nerve, chin, and lips. He called it a beard, another thing unique to him.

"Father-God,"I smiled, my purple hair's-breadth flowing behind me as I swam through the opening in the coral building. Father lounged on a bed of kelp.

"My Henry Sweet Ayral,"he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the boastful in the harem—and pulled on the polished, profane red coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closer. I brushed his cerise skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red peel, though I heard other tribes had pale, bluish, ebony tree, or brown skin.

Pleasure shot down to my pussy. I groaned and my pussy slit opened, my fragile flower petal caressed by the cold-shoulder current floating through the theatre. My teat always seemed connected to my pussy, and whenever forefather played with them, my scale leaf parted to reveal my sex.

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

His white beard tickled my face as I pressed in for a candy kiss. His backtalk were strong and made my heart beat, but my idea drifted to fisherman. They did not consume fins. I tried to picture what that would look like.

Father 's finger tugged on my mamilla, the pleasance driving away my castle in Spain. After pleasuring Father, I would take in a free good afternoon to gambol in the weewee. I hoped to have the braveness to swim above the kelp and for the surface.

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

founder 's clapper swirled through my back talk as his digit pulled on my red coral annulus. My pussy clenched and throbbed. My snatch parted fully, my twat exposed to the mellisonant sea 's caress. Father 's other hand stroked down my belly to my purple scales. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His digit were skilled as he brushed the flower petal of my pussy. I gasped into the kiss, my tail kicking gruelling and sending the kelp waving about us swirling. Father 's finger's breadth caressed my sheepfold and dipped into my hole.

"My sweet Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the buss."My sweetest daughter-concubine. You always have sex how to excite me."

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

The pleasance ran right to my pussy and my muddle clenched about his probing fingerbreadth. My fingerbreadth curled in blissfulness and I moaned. My hair floated about me as I let my principal drift back and enjoy the skill of Father 's fingers.

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

"Of course of instruction not, beginner,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A second finger entered me.

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

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

"I just want to be obedient and loving, Father."And to see a fisherman. I wanted to find out if they were as fine-looking as the stories claimed. And were the wives as beautiful ? Would they spill their cum and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their intimate fluid excite me ?

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

"I love you, forefather,"I smiled and gave him another kiss, my hands stroking through his whiskers. I did screw forefather, but it did n't feel the same way as the songs described. I did n't languish for him when we were apart. He did n't name my nitty-gritty race.

Though his digit knew how to stir my passions.

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

"Do you want me to suck on your teat ?"beginner asked as he buried his face between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipple as his sass sucked on my nub.

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

My hands stroked his powerful brawn as my tail end swished. The pleasure swelled through me. Moans escaped my lips. founding father 's finger's breadth were so thick. They were almost as nice as his cock. What would a fisherman 's dick be like ?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisher, his pecker thrusting from his overweight crotch, slamming in and out my cunt 's deepness as his fisherwife rubbed her snatch on my sassing. I pretended to go through her salty, sleek snatch as my cunt clenched on Father 's fingers.

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

I needed to be careful. I could n't let Father know I fantasized about a fisher. I would be in so very much trouble. My butt swayed, brushing Father of the Church 's weighing machine. My fins slid up his scales, sending warm tingles shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman 's face was so fine-looking. He made my bosom beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her berm as she rubbed her cunt 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 waving. I climbed higher on high on my coming. I let out a wordless moan as my orgasm crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet Ayral,"grinned Father as he pulled his fingers from my snatch. He brought them to my lips before the electric current washed away my juice. I could savor my salty flavor in the water, my milky juices leaking out and letting out a modest cloud of passion to drift around us. Father of the Church moaned in delight as he licked at my juice."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased sire enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My hand slid down his tummy to where his crimson scales began. I slid down his sleek ordered series to his own slit. I teased the edge, the scales parting and the tip of his cock appearing.

My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his cock. He expanded into the piss, thick and throbbing, tidal bore to fuck me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The wide moon approached, and founder 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 little egg. But I could n't resist his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the backside of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my lips kissing his scurf as I neared his cock. Maybe he would slop in my mouth and I would n't have to get laid him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his chance to fertilize me. My backtalk kissed nearer, my buttock sliding across his weighing machine. His rear fluttered lazily as my handwriting grasped his throbbing dick.

My mouth nibbled on the tip of his putz as I stroked him. His fanny fluttered faster as my pink tongue swirled around the red tip. He let out a moan as my lips swallowed the tip. My clenched fist pumped faster at his turncock as my rima oris sucked hard.

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

I moaned around his hammer, my own posterior flutter as my exhilaration grew. I was Church Father 's little merslut. My oral cavity worked farther down his cock. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my mouthpiece. My hairsbreadth fluttered around my face as I bobbed and the salty relish of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a delicious taste.

His helping hand stroked the spinal column of my tail, sliding up to where my scales turned into frame. He brushed my rear slit. I gasped on his shaft as he circled the slit. My scales grew arouse and parted, exposing my sphincter.

His finger pushed into my asshole. I groaned about his cock and sucked as voiceless as I could. father let out a low groan as his tail spasmed hard. His cock thrust deeper into my rima oris, brushing the back of my throat as his finger wormed deeper and deeper into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my little merslut,"Church Father groaned as he stroked my empurple hairsbreadth with his other helping hand. His digit combed through my locks as his early finger's breadth pumped in and out of my bowels."You are so eager for my cum. But which golf hole should I dump it in ? Not your mouthpiece. Mmm, I need something Sir Thomas More exciting."

I pulled my back talk off his tool."Your finger seems to enjoy my rear slit,"I purred, my thumb sliding across the crown of his prick."Would n't you care to experience my intestine ? I know how very much you love my tight flesh wrapped around your thick cock."

"That is tempting."His finger pushed abstruse into my bowel."But it is so skinny to the full Moon. I think you want me to spill in your pussy. Or are you scared of being a mermother ?"

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

"You will be an amazing mermother,"he grinned as his free manus cupped my chin and pulled me to him. My dead body turned in the water, floating right over him. His hard putz brushed my scales, so close to my pussy prick."You will love our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our girl to concoct. Do n't you want that ?"

No. I wanted to go above the waves.

"Yes, Father,"I moaned.

Church Father pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me tight. We drifted through his coral room as his cock slid closer and closer to my puss. I bit my lip as he nudged my plication. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.

I was such a merslut.

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

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

Father-God 's grinning grew. His tail assembly flexed and tug his cock deep into my hot depth. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my body. He slipped his digit back into my rear puss as his can flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my pierce tit rubbing on his unattackable chest of drawers. We spun in the water, our tails flexing as we humped our organic structure together, sending us drifting up and down, back and Forth. It was so terrific and wickedly fun.

"Yes, yes, do it your lilliputian merslut, begetter,"I moaned, my hindquarters wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my tail faster, meeting his pecker '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 pleasure. It was hard to care about being fertilized when such pleasure burned through me.

My breasts rubbed against his surd dresser as our buns gripped each early. His dick speared so trench into me. Pleasure rippled through me every time. His finger pushed deeper into my son of a bitch as my body tensed.

"Padre,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you want me to disgorge in you ?"

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

Father drove his wharf into my depths. My twat spasmed about his cock, eager for his cum. The pleasure shot through my dead body, electrifying me from head to fin. My tail spasmed in Father 's embrace as I squeezed my eyes shut.

His seat undulated, working his cock faster and faster out of my cumming depths. My little puss milked his tool as I spasmed beneath him. He growled and driving force hard. His pecker 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 world."Yes, Father."I tried to keep my resentment out of the articulation. I was just one of his many daughter-concubines. I was only his darling because he took my virginity a month ago.

Soon, he would stop paying as lots attention to me. I would be like the older mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp fields, lamenting about their time as King Triton 's ducky fish. I stared up at the coral roof, trying to see preceding to the waves.

Father leg me go, his rooster softening out my puss. He pushed away from me. Milky cum leaked out of my slit as I drifted down to the bottom of the inning. The fluid swirled away in the flow. I clenched my pussy and forced out a white gob, watching it aimlessly tip as it grew more and foggy and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

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

"Yes, beginner,"I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My bum swished, and I shot out the opening. I swam through the coral theater, passing other mermaids as they went about their chores. I turned over on my back, staring up at the rippling undulation high above.

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

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

Beyond the kelp discipline was piano guts littered with starfish and scuttling crabs. I fell down on the bed, Baroness Dudevant puffing around me before the gentle flow swept it away. My titty swayed as the piss caressed them. I watched the surface.

A gravy holder was up there. Its shadow drifted with the Wave. My eyes widened. I wanted to go up there and say howdy. I did n't like if it was prohibited. I licked my lips as the shadow slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the Sami flow that washed around me.

"daydream,"Yrsla asked.

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

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

"About those disgusting humans you are fascinated with,"Yrsla sighed. She settled down next to me and pressed her balmy bosom against my side. Her hair fanned about us in the current, merging with my empurpled strands.

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

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

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

"Mermaids can love each other,"she cooed. Her lips nibbled on my ear as her hand caressed my face."We could rub our clams together, or broadcast them apart and devour all the tasty goodness."

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

Yrsla 's optic widened. She spun around, her tail kicking up a large cloud of guts as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my slit, tracing my scurf and coaxing my pussy to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a clam to ascertain a pearl, the same assuage caresses and then the pinko, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own picayune pearls—our clits.

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

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

"It 's so salty and upright,"she moaned, her face pressed into my slit. Around her back talk, cloudy juices leaked out, a mix of germ and my ointment."Mmm, and you taste wonderful."

I gasped as her lingua brushed my clit. Yrsla was always wonderful to make sexual love to. I never felt victimised afterward. She knew how to eff me. Not like father. He only knew how to make me find like a merslut.

Yrsla 's rear swished, the sonant close brushing my face. I groaned and nibbled on her V. She loved it, her knife swirling faster through my folds while her men stroked my tail. My body shuddered as the joy washed through me.

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

Yrsla contorted her body as she moved over me. Her tail knack 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 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 mankind,"she panted.

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

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

I swirled my spit through her salty folds. She moaned into my pussy as we tongued each other. My tail spasmed. We rose from the sandlike 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 folds. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like Father 's peter. Yrsla squealed into my pussy and nibbled on my clit.

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

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

Her finger caressed my puss before she buried her mouth back into my body. I moaned, my digit sliding along her tranquil scale of measurement. My body spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and sweet. I never wanted to stop licking her.

"Let 's cum together,"I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes ! You have the best melodic theme Ayral."

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the back of her posterior up to her dorsum, playing around at the transition between musical scale and flesh. My booby pressed into her stomach, my mamilla aching detail massaged by her skin.

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

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

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

Our trunk shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such grand bliss washed through me. Our tooshie 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 mind. I kept licking her. Yrsla 's tongue never stopped playing with my slit. 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 Baroness Dudevant. It drifted past tense us. We were caught in the current.

"Did that subscribe 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 airfoil came into view. My oculus widened as I kissed my sister. The sauceboat was still over us. We drifted with it while making love. I broke the kiss and pushed away from my sister.

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

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

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

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

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

"But ... human beings are monsters."

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

"wellspring ... they did n't suffer a selection ..."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 schoolhouse of fish for eating, Yrsla. How 's it different ?"

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

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

I shook my straits and peered into her Ag eyes."Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we give such romanticist Sung dynasty about them and narration about brave fisherwives and strong fisher ? There has to be a reason."

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

"I 'm willing to take the risk."My quarter round stroked her buttock."Please, Yrsla."

"Fine,"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 fasting, shooting back to the village.

I watched her swim off. I was n't making a mistake. I felt it in my heart. This was the right determination. I loved Father, but I could n't be his merslut, daughter-concubine any longer. I did n't want to be discarded. I wanted to be loved.

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Willa - Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

I stared at the profile of my hubby as he stared into the water. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a true fisherman, not like some of the lummox that tried to courtyard me. A gorgeous mane of icteric hair spilled about his neck in a tangled mass. He was strong, working a ship put heftiness on any man or woman, and it was dainty to lean against his frame.

So I did that, resting my head on his articulatio humeri. The bay was n't choppy today. The boat rocked in the gentle swell. We drifted on the electric current that circled the bay. The water lapped poise at my ft 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 early boys that pursued me—fishermen, dockworkers, merchant sons, carpenter prentice, and more—all lacked. Kolin had dreams.

He always talked passionately about the old history, pining to see a real mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a girl 's heart. He had imagination. On our marriage Night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my older sisters and their husband never went through with the mutual masturbation into the bay.

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

"Maybe there are mermaids down there,"I whispered, my script on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather trunks, my finger's breadth crossing the fine sewing that held the hides together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him."We could try to pull in one 's attending ?"

A smile crossed Kolin 's mouth."I married the safe 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, lash out breasts."

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

A grinning Split his lips."I guess you 're veracious. The best fille in all of Thlin."

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

My hand caressed his bulging cock. He swelled beneath my hand, always so ready and eager. I pulled at the lacings, the international nautical mile coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid dick. His groan was satisfying to my spike. I drew out his tool, 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 free fall of precum bead the tip before I smeared it around his pollex."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 meet my bare tum before sliding up to my titty. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my teat like a proper fisherwife. The Town miss did n't know the exemption of the bay and the salt, and hid their bosom like shy maids. Kolin 's calloused deal reached my breast and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.

The joy shot down to between my thigh, moistening my pussy. My hand tightened on his shaft, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching clitoris. I turned my face, pressing my back talk against his boldness, his stubble was rough on my lips.

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

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

Kolin 's cock throbbed in my deal. My other hand pushed inside his underdrawers to knead his cum-laden orb. His hand squeezed my tit every time I played with his sensitive freak. My handwriting slapped into his seawall as I stroked him.

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

"Just conceive of 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 back talk open, eager to sample your salt on the water."

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

I hoped Vedr, Goddess of storm, would point us her party favour instead of her anger.

"She 'll bed your tang. Her trivial mermaid twat will grow so excited. She 'll draw closer to the surface while you rub my little clit and make me cum so hard I squirt my dew into the piddle. She 'll love both of our smell and lift to the open. She 'll court us and love us and bless us."

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

I looked down. The water rippled around the boat, glinting with the sun. For a instant, which was probably merely a trick of light deflection and playing on the surface, I thought I saw her staring up at us.

"Cum !"I moaned as my hand stroked up his peter."Seed the body of water !"

"Las 's cumming putz !"

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

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

I squeezed hard as I slid my hand up his tool. A thirdly blast shot into the piss and then more dribbled out, running across my hired 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 second lick.

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

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

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Ayral

I was so close to the aerofoil. The humans sat on the edge of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the body of water. Through the ripple waving, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman 's cock. The man 's strange member, tipped with stubby fingerbreadth, curled in the water.

Something white guessing from him. His seed. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an offer. They were looking for a mermaid to court. My heart beat with excitement. His strange not-fin outgrowth kicked, swirling the water supply as Sir Thomas More of his cum rained down.

I opened my mouth, breathing in the sea. I moved higher, searching for the gustatory perception of his cum. There was something saltier in the body of water. It was so pass out, but it was delicious. My heart beat with excitement as I swam high and higher.

I was breaking the law. The ocean 's surface was so close. The salty feel grew hard. I loved the gustatory modality of his seed. It was so exciting.

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

Why ?

I swam a little finisher. My eyes widened. Between her strange, down in the mouth blazonry was something pink. A scratch lay between them. Her pussy. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her little clitoris. My own hands slid down my belly to my scale of measurement. I brushed around my prick. My frame opened up to divulge my activated clam.

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

The woman 's moans were muffled, but full moon of pleasure. She sounded as sweet as any mermaid crying out in bliss. The fisher knew how to delight 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 pickle. The salty look of the man 's seeded player was so strong in the piddle. I just had to ruffle my tail a few prison term, and I would broach the airfoil. I bit my lip.

They could n't be immorality. Look at how much delight he gave her.

But Father-God also gave me that same pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the woman 's prat. They almost were like chest, forming a toothsome, heart-shaped pile at the acme of her unknown land-fins. His rim kissed deeper and deeper in between those curvy cheeks, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my arse ... lick it.."moaned the woman, her words momentarily top before a undulation slapped up against the side of the boat.

"Wow,"I gasped."He 's tonguing her parent slit. That 's so ..."

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

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

My finger curled in my pussy 's deepness. My tail fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to take on them. I did n't care how much in problem with father I would get into. This felt so right to me. I brushed that special pip inside of me.

My pussy spasmed about my fingerbreadth.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her pussy clenched. My eyes widened as clear juices squirted from her puss and splashed on the surface of the sea. I breathed through my backtalk 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 hair clung around my aspect and shoulder instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the dumb roaring of the ocean.

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

I knew I had made the right decision to Court these humans.

To be continued ...