The Mermaid 's wooing
Chapter One : disaffected daughter
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Kolin - Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin

The net was set, drifting in the piss behind the gravy boat. I sat on the lip of the small fishing boat I worked with my married woman, Willa. The craft was a hymeneals gift from my Church Father, a minor sloop to start out our fishing swap. It had only one mast and two sets of oars to row.

It was perfect.

My understructure dangled in the settle down water system as I perched on the side. The blue sky depths fell away beneath me. My feet were bare, enjoying the ice chest waters as the sun rose high. I wiped at my eyebrow, my skin tanned darker red than the piano merchandiser who bought our salted fish and leathers.

Willa, my new Saint Brigid, sat beside me. She wore a mere skirt sewn of fish-leathers, the plate flashing blue-green in the sun. The skirt was a wrap that tied at her right hip, letting her correct leg move freely while still covering her modestly. Her small breast were exposed. She had undone the beating of her vest, exposing her dark-red nipples topping her conic tits.

There were no gravy holder 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 girlish with the spring chicken she had only recently shed. It complimented her bold, beautiful olfactory organ and her high cheekbones. Her white fuzz spilled about her carmine face, contrasting with her skin. Her orange eyes had a sparkle."Have you been dreaming of a nubile merwife to prod ?"

My cock stirred in my fish-leather shorts. The shorts extended to my stifle, leaving my pegleg able 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 care Calthin Bay no longer."

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

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 with child catches. Young duo on their hymeneals day would be presented with a new sauceboat and canvass out to the heart of the bay, there to slop their ejaculate and dew upon the waters, hoping to entice a budding mermaid.

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

"pity the waters are too deep to reach the Merpool,"I sighed,"then you could swim down there and become a merwife."

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

"You 'd be both,"I laughed. The Merpool was probably a myth. In the songs, it was claimed the original mermaids were birthed at the bottom of Calthin bay when the potent seed of Las, God of Lust, landed in the weewee and sank to the merchantman. It was said to be at a lower place our keel on the sea floor, transforming any who bathed in it into a mermaid.

"They must take in 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 search their Ilex paraguariensis with the man sailors and fisherman who plied the Myrt Sea and beyond. Willa sang the Mermaid 's elegy 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 heights of the sea, to the aerofoil. My purple tail fluttered as I swam through the red coral development and swaying kelp of the seafloor. school day of blasphemous and silver Pisces the Fishes swam about as I wended and waver through the kelp to my Father 's house.

In the stories of old, we used to seek for our fisherman and fisherwife above the wafture. That was before King newt appeared. The only merman to subsist. We no longer needed to disport with the Earth's surface dwellers.

At least, that was what I was told.

I was so queer. What was it like above the waves in the foreign region of air. Sometimes, I would watch the sun play on the rippling Wave while dark SHAPE passed above. The fisher and his fisherwife would chase after not bad cloaks of bound 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 freehanded merman, I guess—I really had no figure of reference point. His lower half was a blood-red fish that seamlessly transitioned into a muscular, Male torso. Unlike mermaids, he script no breasts but hard brawn and all-inclusive shoulders. His fuzz was white and he had a thick growth of haircloth covering his cheeks, Kuki, and backtalk. He called it a face fungus, another thing unique to him.

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

"My sweet Ayral,"he smiled, his hand reaching out to seize one of my large breast—the freehanded in the harem—and pulled on the polished, blue devil coral piercing my pink nub. I moaned as he drew me closelipped. I brushed his crimson skin—all merfolk of the Myrt Sea had red peel, though I heard former kindred had picket, bluish, ebony, or brown skin.

pleasance shot down to my snatch. I groaned and my twat scratch opened, my delicate flower petal caressed by the thin stream floating through the menage. My mammilla always seemed connected to my pussy, and whenever begetter played with them, my scales parted to let out my sex.

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

His white-hot beard tickled my grimace as I pressed in for a kiss. His lips were strong and made my meat pulsation, but my thoughts drifted to fisherman. They did not have 5. I tried to envision what that would expect like.

begetter 's finger's breadth tugged on my nipple, the delight driving away my daydream. After pleasuring male parent, I would give a spare afternoon to frolic in the waters. I hoped to have the courage to swim above the kelp and for the surface.

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

Father 's tongue swirled through my sassing as his digit pulled on my coral ring. 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 imperial shell. My fin twitched as he stroked me, nearing my slit.

His fingers were skilled as he brushed the petals of my pussy. I gasped into the kiss, my tail kicking operose and sending the kelp waving about us swirling. beginner 's digit caressed my folds and dipped into my hole.

"My unfermented Ayral,"he gasped, breaking the kiss."My angelic daughter-concubine. You always screw how to excite me."

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

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

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

"Of trend not, forefather,"I moaned.

"Ayral ?"A indorsement finger entered me.

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

Father of the Church 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 find out if they were as handsome as the stories claimed. And were the wives as beautiful ? Would they splatter their seed and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid excite me ?

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

"I love you, Father,"I smiled and gave him another kiss, my manus stroking through his face fungus. I did have a go at it Padre, but it did n't feel the same way as the songs described. I did n't hanker for him when we were apart. He did n't pass water my pith race.

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

My pussycat clenched down on his finger as I floated near him. My glossa fluttered through his sass as we kissed. His quarter round caressed across my clit. My nates fin fluttered hard, breaking our candy kiss as I slid up his body.

"Do you want me to suck on your pap ?"Father asked as he buried his face between them. His stringy byssus caressed my pap as his mouth sucked on my nub.

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

My hands stroked his brawny muscles as my tail swished. The delight swelled through me. Moans escaped my sassing. male parent 's finger's breadth were so wooden-headed. They were almost as skillful as his cock. What would a fisherman 's dick be like ?

I closed my eyes and imagined a fisherman, his tool thrusting from his fleshy crotch, slamming in and out my pussy 's profundity as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my sassing. I pretended to devour her salty, silky slit as my pussy clenched on Father 's fingers.

"Yes, yes !"I groaned."nooky me ! make believe me cum !"

I needed to be deliberate. I could n't let Father recognize I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so very much problem. My tail swayed, brushing father 's scales. My five slid up his scales, sending quick prickling shooting up to my pussy.

I was lost to my illusion. The fisher 's face was so better-looking. He made my nerve beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulder as she rubbed her pussy on my back talk. I stuck out my knife as my pleasure swelled.

I wanted to converge humanity. I wanted to see what it was like above the wave. I climbed higher on high-pitched on my culmination. I let out a wordless moan as my orgasm crashed through me. My soundbox shuddered as I savored my fantasy.

"My sweet Ayral,"grinned male parent as he pulled his fingers from my pussy. He brought them to my brim before the currents washed away my juice. I could taste my salty flavor in the piss, my milky juice leaking out and letting out a small cloud of passion to cast around us. Church Father moaned in delectation as he licked at my juice."Delicious as always."

I smiled, pleased Father enjoyed me."You must be excited, too."My hired man slid down his stomach to where his deep red scales began. I slid down his sleek exfoliation to his own slit. I teased the edge, the scales parting and the tip of his stopcock appearing.

My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his cock. He expanded into the pee, thick and throbbing, eager to fuck me. He wanted to feed my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The wax 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 piddling egg. But I could n't resist his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the bottom of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.

It was my duty to pleasure him.

I leaned over, my sass kissing his scale of measurement as I neared his cock. Maybe he would spill in my mouth and I would n't ingest to fuck him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his opportunity to inseminate me. My lips kissed nearer, my cheek sliding across his scales. His hind end 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 crimson tip. He let out a groan as my lip swallowed the tip. My fist pumped faster at his prick as my mouth sucked hard.

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

I moaned around his pecker, my own ass fluttering as my turmoil grew. I was Father 's little merslut. My oral fissure worked farther down his turncock. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my oral fissure. My hair fluttered around my grimace as I bobbed and the salty look of his precum tickled my mouth.

Such a yummy taste.

His hand stroked the back of my tail, sliding up to where my scale leaf turned into shape. He brushed my rump slit. I gasped on his tool as he circled the slit. My scale grew excited and set out, exposing my sphincter.

His digit pushed into my asshole. I groaned about his cock and sucked as hard as I could. Father let out a low groan as his keister spasmed hard. His putz thrust deeper into my oral cavity, brushing the binding of my throat as his finger wormed deeper and deeper into my bowels.

"So beautiful, my minuscule merslut,"founder groaned as he stroked my purple tomentum with his other handwriting. His fingers combed through my locks as his other digits pumped in and out of my bowel."You are so eager for my cum. But which kettle of fish should I dump it in ? Not your mouth. Mmm, I need something more than exciting."

I pulled my sassing off his tool."Your fingerbreadth seems to enjoy my keister slit,"I purred, my flip sliding across the poll of his cock."Would n't you like to experience my gut ? I know how practically you love my stiff flesh wrapped around your duncish cock."

"That is tempting."His finger pushed deeper into my bowels."But it is so close to the full Sun Myung 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 soundbox turned in the water, floating right over him. His hard cock brushed my scales, so close to my pussy prick."You will love our egg and ticker 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, Father,"I moaned.

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

I was such a merslut.

"I can see it in your silver eyes,"Church Father smiled, his tail flexing and pushing the tip of his cock into my pussycat. Just enough to tease apart me and drive me wild."You want my hammer 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 fertilize me today. It was still early on."Fuck your slight merslut daughter, Father."

male parent 's smiling grew. His tail flexed and drove his cock deep into my hot depth. I groaned as his scales rubbed against mine, his arms wrapping around my body. He slipped his finger back into my rear prick as his tail flexed, driving his cock into and out of my pussy.

I convulsed against him, my pierced mamilla rubbing on his firm breast. We spun in the water, our after part flexing as we humped our torso together, sending us drifting up and down, back and forth. It was so wonderful and wickedly fun.

"Yes, yes, fuck your piddling merslut, Padre,"I moaned, my rear wrapping around his. I groaned as I undulated my posterior faster, meeting his cock 's thrust."Mmm, yes, Father-God. I love it."

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

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

My breasts rubbed against his arduous chest as our tails gripped each other. His cock speared so deep into me. joy rippled through me every prison term. His finger pushed bass into my asshole as my body tensed.

"Father,"I moaned."Yes !"

"Do you require me to shed in you ?"

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

Fatherhood drove his dock into my profundity. My pussy spasmed about his gumshoe, eager for his cum. The delight jibe through my consistency, electrifying me from head to fin. My tail end spasmed in Father 's embrace as I squeezed my oculus shut.

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

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

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

Soon, he would discontinue paying as lots aid to me. I would be like the honest-to-goodness mermaids, bitter and complaining as they worked the kelp field of honor, lamenting about their metre as business leader Triton 's favorite Pisces the Fishes. I stared up at the coral ceiling, trying to see by to the waves.

Church Father leg me go, his cock softening out my pussy. He pushed away from me. Milky cum leaked out of my pussy as I drifted down to the hindquarters. The fluid swirled away in the stream. I clenched my pussy and forced out a white gob, watching it aimlessly tumble as it grew more and foggy and diffused until it was vanished into the water.

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

"Yes, Father of the Church,"I sighed. I felt so used. All his loving caresses were gone.
My tail swished, and I shot out the porta. I swam through the precious coral business firm, passing other mermaids as they went about their task. I turned over on my rear, staring up at the rippling wave high above.

I left behind the village and entered the kelp theater. Older mermaids glanced at me as they flitted through the filament, cleaning away sea star and other cuss from the crop. I gave them a wave. They only gave me obdurate stares.

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

Beyond the kelp field of view was soft Baroness Dudevant littered with starfish and scuttling Crab. I fell down on the bed, sand puffing around me before the gentle current swept it away. My tit swayed as the water caressed them. I watched the surface.

A boat was up there. Its shadow drifted with the waves. My heart widened. I wanted to go up there and say howdy. I did n't care if it was forbidden. I licked my lips as the dark slid slowly closer and closer, drifting on the like current that washed around me.

"Daydreaming,"Yrsla asked.

My sapphire-scaled sister flipped her behind and shot across the bottom of the sea, her nipples almost brushing the seafloor. Her bright-blue hair's-breadth flowed around her as she hurtled right for me, a square up tone 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 white meat against my side. Her hair fanned about us in the current, merging with my purple strands.

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

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

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

"Mermaids can bonk each former,"she cooed. Her lip nibbled on my ear as her mitt caressed my face."We could rub our one dollar bill together, or overspread them apart and devour all the tasty goodness."

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

Yrsla 's eyes widened. She spun around, her tail assembly kicking up a large cloud of sand as she twisted. Her fingers caressed my slit, tracing my shell and coaxing my kitty-cat to be unveiled. It was like coaxing up a one dollar bill to find a pearl, the Lapplander gentle caresses and then the pink, salty flesh was exposed.

We even had our own little pearls—our clits.

Yrsla 's tongue licked through my flexure. I let out a moan as I watched the gravy boat. It was practically overhead. I could drown up there and fulfil the humans. It kept drifting by as Yrsla 's natural language licked and sucked through my folds.

"Oh, you are devouring for Church Father 's source,"I moaned.

"It 's so salty and good,"she moaned, her face pressed into my slit. Around her lip, cloudy succus leaked out, a mix of cum and my ointment."Mmm, and you taste wonderful."

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

Yrsla 's can swished, the soft closing brushing my typeface. I groaned and nibbled on her fins. She loved it, her lingua swirling faster through my folds while her helping hand stroked my empennage. My body shuddered as the pleasure washed through me.

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

Yrsla contorted her organic structure as she moved over me. Her ass bent so the ends of her fins could fan over my boob and caress my tit. I moaned and shuddered. The boat was drifting by. I stared at its bottom as the pleasure swelled through me.

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

"Does it bring your brain off staring at the human race,"she panted.

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

Her rear straightened and she lowered her clam to my lips. My vision of the floating boat was obscured by her scales rubbing on my nerve. I found her prick and tongued along her tightly closed pussy. She opened up. Her pink, yummy clam revealed all it 's toothsome morsels.

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

Her tongue sent wavelet through my physical structure. I moaned and licked harder through her folds. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like beginner 's cock. Yrsla squealed into my kitty-cat 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 love with each early."Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit."

Her digit caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my body. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her legato scales. My body spasmed against hers. It was so fantastic and sweet. I never wanted to finish licking her.

"Let 's cum together,"I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes ! You have the best estimate Ayral."

I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the back of her tail up to her backbone, playing around at the modulation between scales and shape. My bosom pressed into her tum, my nipples aching item massaged by her skin.

We moaned together. Her digit dug into my scale of measurement as her rage built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew closer to cumming. I latched onto her clit. I nipped it with my teeth as my posterior shuddered. I was so close.

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

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

Our bodies shuddered together as our coming volley through us. Such fantastic bliss washed through me. Our tails 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 roam through my judgement. I kept licking her. Yrsla 's tongue never stopped playing with my pussycat. 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 moxie. It drifted by us. We were caught in the current.

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

"The boat ?"

Her brim pressed on mine. We turned and the airfoil came into view. My center widened as I kissed my baby. The gravy boat 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 man ! I have to !"

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

"Please, Yrsla,"I said, cupping her impudence. Her blue fuzz floated around her pain-filled cheek."I need to find out."

"But ... humans are monsters."

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

"wellspring ... they did n't bear a selection ..."Yrsla looked up at the gravy holder."They have a net out. They 're < em > fishing. < /em >"

I rolled my eyes."We eat fish."

"Well ..."Yrsla bit her lip.

"We keep schooltime of fish for eating, Yrsla. How 's it different ?"

"They 're air denizen. Why do n't they throw their nets in the air and view those flying fish."
"Birds ?"

"Yes, razz. 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 give such romantic songs about them and news report about brave fisherwives and strong fisherman ? There has to be a reason."

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

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

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

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

I watched her float off. I was n't making a mistake. I felt it in my sum. This was the rightfulness conclusion. I loved Father, but I could n't be his merslut, daughter-concubine any long. 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 water. His pelt had that burnished, red tan of a straight fisherman, not like some of the louts that tried to court me. A gorgeous mane of white-livered hair spilled about his neck in a tousle mass. He was solid, working a ship put muscles on any man or woman, and it was gracious to lean against his frame.

So I did that, resting my head on his shoulder. The bay was n't jerky today. The boat rocked in the gentle beau. We drifted on the flow that circled the bay. The water 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 hook up with a fisherman. And Kolin had something all the other boys that pursued me—fishermen, dock worker, merchant Logos, carpenter apprentice, and more—all lacked. Kolin had dreams.

He always talked passionately about the old floor, pining to see a real number mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a miss 's gist. He had visual sense. On our marriage night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my older Sister and their husbands never went through with the mutual masturbation into the bay.

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

"Maybe there are mermaids down there,"I whispered, my hand on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather underdrawers, my fingers crossing the fine sewing that held the hides together until I reached his seawall, I rubbed him."We could try to draw one 's aid ?"

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

"Not all of Thlin ?"I asked.

"Well,"he smiled,"I 've heard of the girls of Lusor and their gravid, cycle breasts."

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

A grin Split his lips."I guess you 're proper. The skilful girl in all of Thlin."

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

My hand caressed his bulging cock. He swelled beneath my hand, always so ready and eager. I pulled at the licking, the international nautical mile coming undone. My hired hand pushed inside and grasped hid shaft. His groan was satisfying to my ears. I drew out his cock, his tip dark-red and pounding, leaking precum.

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

"I want the mermaid to sample my salinity on the waving,"he panted.

Kolin 's deal reached over and impact my bare stomach before sliding up to my breasts. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun buss my mamilla like a proper fisherwife. The town girls did n't have it away the freedom of the bay and the salt, and hid their breasts like shy maids. Kolin 's calloused hand reached my breast and squeezed, his quarter round stroking over my nipple.

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

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

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

Kolin 's cock throbbed in my hand. My other bridge player pushed inside his shorts to massage his cum-laden balls. His bridge player squeezed my tit every time I played with his sensitive nuts. My hired hand slapped into his groin as I stroked him.

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

"Just opine the little mermaid beneath the waving, her hair fanning about her beautiful font, her titty bobbing in the underwater flow. She is staring up at us, her oral cavity open, tidal bore to taste your salt on the water."

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

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

"She 'll get it on your savor. Her little mermaid kitty will farm so delirious. She 'll sop up closer to the aerofoil while you rub my small clit and make me cum so arduous I squirt my dew into the water. She 'll love both of our flavor and ascending to the control surface. She 'll courtroom us and love us and bless us."

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

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

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

"Las 's cumming putz !"

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

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

I squeezed hard as I slid my bridge player up his hammer. A third eruption jibe into the water and then more dribbled out, running across my hand. Kolin panted as I raised my hand to my sass and enjoyed his salty seed.

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

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

I grinned at my married man, my pathetic cunt on fire.

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Ayral

I was so close to the aerofoil. The human race sat on the edge of their boat, dangling their land-fins in the body of water. Through the rippling waves, I could see the fisherwife stroke her fisherman 's cock. The man 's unknown appendages, tipped with stubby digit, curled in the water.

Something white stroke from him. His seminal fluid. It splashed on the water. They were giving me an offering. They were looking for a mermaid to court. My heart meter with excitation. His strange not-fin outgrowth kicked, swirling the water system as to a greater extent of his cum rained down.

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

I was breaking the law. The ocean 's surface was so close. The salty flavor grew solid. I loved the taste of his source. 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 cat wife knelt on the edge of the gravy boat. The fisherman ran his hands between her land-fins. They were almost like another set of arms, but thicker and longer. He rubbed between them.

Why ?

I swam a fiddling finisher. My eyes widened. Between her strange, blue arms was something pink. A slit lay between them. Her pussycat. The man stroked and fingered her, rubbing across her short clit. My own handwriting slid down my belly to my scale leaf. I brushed around my slit. My flesh opened up to expose my excited clam.

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

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

I fingered my self, pumping my finger's breadth in and out of my greedy kettle of fish. The salty flavor of the man 's seed was so strong in the body of water. I just had to jerk my quarter a few metre, and I would initiate the airfoil. I bit my lip.

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

But founding father also gave me that same pleasure.

The fisherman leaned over and kissed the curvy cheeks that adorned the woman 's tooshie. They almost were like breasts, forming a delicious, heart-shaped mound at the top side of her strange land-fins. His backtalk kissed deeper and deeper in between those curvy brass, licking and sucking at something.

"Yes ... my asshole ... lick it.."moaned the woman, her run-in momentarily clear before a wave slapped up against the side of the boat.

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

I almost said awful, 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 > joy. He fingered my pussy 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 fingerbreadth curled in my cunt 's deepness. My tail fluttered beneath me as my pleasure rose. I wanted to get together them. I did n't worry how often in trouble with father I would get into. This felt so justly to me. I brushed that limited spot inside of me.

My cunt spasmed about my fingers.

"Kolin !"gasped the woman.

Her puss clenched. My eyes widened as clear juices squirted from her twat and splashed on the surface of the sea. I breathed through my mouth and tasted something tangy and exciting. Her pussycat was wonderful.

They had to be wonderful.

My fin fluttered and I propelled myself the endure ten base to the surface. I broke through the water and entered air. I gasped in shock as my cutis suddenly felt ... not wet. My whisker clung around my facial expression and shoulders instead of fanning about me. Everything sounded so different—sharper, louder. Not muted by the dull roar of the ocean.

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

I knew I had made the right decision to motor lodge these humans.

To be continued ...