by Kiki Howell
The anxious lovers were left to steep in their simmering passions for what seemed like hours but was only moments. She returned in a whirling twist with a steaming potion of acrid broth for the little mermaid to drink, while holding the human’s hand.
“Drink this, Saira, and you will be born again in the arms of your destiny. Trust me, little one, it is for your own good, to help you fall in love with your future.”
“And what, pray tell Hermione, do I do? What do I drink?” The charming young prince was unsure of his responsibilities but eager to assert them.
“You will need but lay your lips upon Saira’s and your body will know what to do next, my prince.” Hermione chortled with deep satisfaction in her throat in what she thought could easily be heard. But the two did not notice the wicked narrowing of her eyes and the upturn to the corners of her mouth as she spoke.
This was going to be so easy, I should be ashamed of myself.
Hermione extended the abalone cup filled with the potion to the young princess. Saira unhesitatingly took the concoction, lifted the noxious brew to her lips and wavered, momentarily. Saira looked, then, into the eager yearning eyes of her prince. She tossed her head back and with that the broth into her mouth, retched just a little, and swallowed it to an overwhelming wave of multiple reactions from within.
“Wait! What have I done?” Saira proclaimed but a moment too late.
“You will shortly see, my Princess. Be but patient a few more minutes,” Hermione purred into the young mermaid’s fearful ear.
It gave Saira no comfort as the tone of Hermione’s voice sounded wicked and joyfully excited.
She buried herself in Draédon’s embrace as deeply and tightly as possible. He bent quite naturally to reassure the princess with a kiss.
Hermione began...
If his love is what thy need,
And thine heart is nigh full of greed
Concoct this brew of devastation
Focus all on concentration
In thy mind, a loved face now think
Bewitch thy love with just one drink
Bound thine soul to thy heart’s desire
Only patience thy now require
Soon thy love’s lips will appear
In the eyes that thy hold dear
Once small drop upon your lips
Will bind his love with just one kiss
Break the heart and break the spell
But the magick, never tell
Use this potion, thou be wise
Abuse thy power meets thine demise.
It took no time for the scales from her tail to fall like glittering tears onto the sand around them. The colors of her scales, once a vibrant blend of variegated hues of royal blue, rich purple, radiant turquoise and iridescent white durned dark, as though the life had drained from every cell turning to ash as it seeped from her. In their place, beneath the pores of the scales was the flesh and vitality of a human; an upright airbreather all pink and warm. As Saira witnessed the transformation of her body, what was more significant and startling were the changes in her heart, to her very soul, and to her mind. Her fin split precisely down the middle in a painful division.
Saira screamed in fear and pain!
Hermione leaned back on her heels and laughed into the wind, saying something about mine that Saira did not understand over her own painful howlings.
As her legs appeared from the splits, she had longings. The pain began to subside and something stirred deeply where the two legs joined at the top. A pleasurable tingling sensation ran through her middle and her heart beat with the fury of the mighty winds of the preceding night. Her lungs, stung by the hot air, arrested, stopped, and she gasped. She looked down to see her breasts rise and part the lengths of her scarlet hair, fuller, rounder, with aureoles rich in tone and firm with passion.
Saira automatically brought her hands to her breasts to feel the life now swelling, surging through them. She looked at Draédon as she dropped her hands to her thighs, stroking the new flesh with delight and rubbing her knees, calves, bending to her ankles and wiggling her new toes.
She reached for Draédon to return his kiss and to have him join her in the spell of love and longing. He bent again to kiss Saira and as he did, Hermione forced herself into their embrace and shot her tongue between their lips. Neither young lover withdrew but rather it appeared to them quite natural by their lack of reaction.
That was all Hermione needed to be bound to the lovers in her spell. She shared their kiss, drank of the potion from the lips of youth. She gained strength and control from the spell of weakness she cast upon the lovers and she could end the spell herself, if ever she wanted.
She always reserved the right to want something else, something different, something which might suit her better from one time to another.
Saira was the first to break the kiss.
The painful transformation had left nothing but desire in the wake of its completion.
Saira ached only slightly and stretched her new body. Where once she was in pain and moaned, she now felt invigorated and energized. She looked at her new extremities and buried her toes in the sand again while she wiggled them and marveled at their independence. She covered them with sand and they peeked out almost gleefully. Everywhere she looked, Draédon and Hermione’s eyes followed. She was fully naked, only wearing the adornments her Grand-Mamére draped around her neck and in her hair. She wore her innocence lightly and unconsciously while exposing herself fully in her nakedness to Draédon and Hermione. She thought nothing of being nude before them but did wonder at the look in the eyes of her prince. While she couldn’t name what she saw, her body answered with a pulse of need that made her breath hitch and her heart pound with a flutter beneath her fuller, dare she think, riper breasts.
She returned Hermione’s smile, slightly unnerved at the turned-up twist at the corners of her lips. Was she smug? Self-satisfied? Or merely happy for Saira? Happily happy at having turned a good deed for the two soon-to-be lovers?
Hermione was not known for her joy in the pleasure and good fortune of others. She gave a knowing laugh which added to Saira’s growing desire. Hermione’s wickedness seeped into every pore of Saira’s new throbbing flesh.
“So very innocent she is. Isn’t it precious, Draédon? In time, my good prince, the young Saira will cover you in her blanket of desire and make for a willing and then skilled lover from whom you can never be parted. You will drink from her pool of passion daily, giving you life-affirming strength and binding you forever. A bond that no one can pull asunder. Come, I will show you the art of love, Princess Saira.”
With that, Hermione took both their hands, and as Draédon helped Saira onto her new legs, she led them to an imaginary oasis she created in yet another spell. There she stripped Draédon of his clothes, and his riches, while Saira watched.
The gold and jewels which adorned the prince were cast away for Hermione to gather up once all her dastardly deeds were done. They would make fine payment beyond the mere satisfaction she would feel.
The evil Sea Witch laid them both down on a bed of smooth, cool banana leaves. Hermione knelt between the two eager lovers, facing them as she sat deftly on her heels again. She handed them both a pineapple drink misted with a potion made with rums and oils, limes and bananas. They drank from straws made from the dried skins of small sea serpents.
The drink was refreshing and thirst quenching. Both had not realized how parched they were from their ordeal the night before and their long sleep on the sand under the hot sun.
They revitalized themselves with papaya, bananas, coconut meat and snails. Shrimp and other sweet meat treats from the bountiful sea were spread before them to nourish their young bodies. Rejuvenated, their strength returned. Hermione fed them more fruits and nuts, small dates and delicacies and encouraged them to drink more of the healing punch.
“You must eat and feed your strength. You have been sapped of the energy you will need to express your love. You will need nourishmen
t to sustain your lovemaking. You don’t want to weaken at the most inappropriate time, now do you?”
Both youngsters shook their heads from side to side while they continued to follow Hermione’s malicious instructions to eat the food and drink the potion. The food was quite delicious and the drink refreshing. It was just what the pair needed to replenish their energy. When the time was just right...
Wasting no further time, Hermione brought her mouth down on Saira’s, gently nipping and sucking, wetting her lips with a tempting dance of her tongue. The young princess relaxed and opened her mouth to receive the worldly woman. The pleasure was instantaneous. Saira thought nothing could feel hotter than the sun. She was wrong.
As the two sirens continued to kiss and Hermione caressed Saira’s exposed skin, Draédon’s need grew past his ability to wait as he watched with rapt attention the seduction of Saira and he rose to kneel next to Hermione. One well-experienced hand firmly gripped his cock and his mouth found Hermione’s hardened nipple while his hand found the juncture between Saira’s thighs. Already Princess Saira was wet with excitement and it thrilled him to feel her willing need mounting as his excitement blossomed.
Hermione, eager to enjoy Saira and stimulated by Draédon’s mouth on her outstretched nipple which she broke from, moved to between Saira’s new legs. Hermione was pleased to find young Saira’s fingers at play. She rubbed her wet, fevered mound against Saira’s, which provoked an uncontrolled squeal of excitement from Saira that encouraged Draedon and he, too, knelt between both women’s legs. Draédon pulled Hermione instinctively back to him, his hard shaft pressing against her as her heat radiated from between her legs. He could feel how wet she was. Hermione spread herself, so that he could slip easily into her from behind as he palmed her breasts, tweaking her hard-tipped nipples between both thumbs.
Saira was but a distant passion to him for the moment.
Hermione shifted under Draédon’s tweaking of her nipples as he palmed and squeezed them and he twisted with her, unrelenting in his attachment. Hermione brought her mouth back down on Saira’s.
As Draédon thrust into her, Hermione bent over Saria, perching the round opulent orbs of her ass waist-high so Draédon could continue with his self-absorption, and kissed the young princess deeply. She lost herself in Saira’s taste, and the softness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts. She moaned when Draédon buried his cock deep inside of her, pulling her tightly against his shaft. She cried out against Saira’s mouth and leaned her forehead on the young princess’ tender shoulder as she pushed herself back to take as much of Draédon as she could.
“Oh God!” he screamed, “Oh God!” plunging ever deeper into the sexy siren. She was wet, tight, and throbbing. He felt her velvety folds wrap tightly around his cock, squeezing him firmly from within. He knew his orgasm was building and was stunned that he had no control over the pleasure that mounted with each slap of his balls against her pussy. He tried to hold back, to control his impulse to spill himself inside of her, but the siren’s lure was too strong. She moved with him, gyrated and pushed against him. Kneeling upright he released Hermione’s hips and fell back down upon her back, reaching to touch Saira’s body, too. Touching both women was a heady experience.
Still, being deep inside Hermione was intoxicating and he grabbed her hips with both strong hands, thumbs buried in the round pale white of her ass while his fingertips responded to the commands from her grinding pelvis. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he thrust himself into a paradise he’d never experienced before. The explosion was the ultimate release, unrelenting and uncontrollable and he rode it to the fullest. He lost his breath; his heart pounded, beating so strongly he thought it would break free of his chest. Then, almost as soon as it started, it was over and he had little strength to do more than lie across Hermione’s back, bite her shoulder then slide to the side as he slipped out of her, her pussy swollen and soaked with their combined juices.
Hermione had stopped kissing Saira to concentrate on the motions of Draédon and her own responsiveness. However, with each of his thrusts, she rubbed, breast to breast, nipple to erect nipple against Saira, heightening Saira’s arousal along with her own. She was close, had been so close, but was glad she hadn’t come with Draédon. She wanted to show Saira how a real woman expressed desire for her lover, teach her what to feel, and when, so that she would never want to go back to being a mermaid, or her family and her father the Sea King. The favored and most beautiful of the Sea King’s daughters would be hers to deflower or do with as she will. She almost came at the giddy thought of the conquest.
When Draédon was spent, Saira’s moans, twists and thrusts beneath her drew Hermione’s attention, made her mouth water to taste and touch her. As Draédon slid off of Hermione, he released his embrace of her and Saira. Hermione kissed him longingly with unspoken promises of thrills yet to come. It was their first real kiss, shared only and exclusive to them both. She turned back to the princess while his fingertips trickled lightly from her body, sliding off amidst the perspiration, kisses and bite marks.
As his strength returned, Draédon became more aware of the torrid embrace between the women and the desire passing between the two. He watched as Saira responded to the touch and feel, the hungry quest by which Hermione explored Saira’s lithe young body. It was clear the older woman was more experienced. The soft voluptuous expanse of her hips and the swollen firmness of her breasts were more than ready to enjoy and teach the princess the ways of pleasure.
Saira reached for Hermione, her eyes glazed and her breath short, her touch longing. Hermione once again placed her full lips on Saira’s open mouth, her hands full of the ruby flowered curls. Saira’s scent was intoxicating, thrilling and seductively hypnotic. She smelled of youth, desire, a fresh willingness. Hermione could wait not a moment longer to explore the treasures tucked sweetly in her tender recesses. She traced her lips and tongue over the fluid lengths of Saira’s body, from her shoulders to her full but pert breasts, crowned by lovely pale aureoles stretching eagerly into Hermione’s hand.
Saira wrapped her arms around Hermione’s arched back. The sensation of Hermione’s touches was electrifying to Saira, so much so that she subconsciously pushed Hermione further down, to the soft, slippery velveteen petals untouched by anyone, even Saira herself. A fury, not unlike the raging storm of the previous night, built and mounted in intensity with each breath. Hermione slowed, trailing her tongue over every subtle nuance of Saira. She kissed her navel, rode the curve of her belly to Saira’s waist and nipped, sucked and bit, arousing Saira beyond thought.
Hermione drew out the ecstasy until it was nearly torture; poor Saira moaned, growled and mewed, gyrating involuntarily. Hermione buried her face between the young princess’ thighs and breathed the musky aroma of desire. She nipped and nibbled the inside of Saira’s thighs as she cupped the spheres of her ass in each palm, her thumbs on either side of Saira’s swollen folds. As Saira writhed and dripped in anticipation, Hermione, heady from the aroma, spread Saira wide and kissed the lips that opened to welcome her mouth.
Draédon was clearly overcome as he watched the two women and leaned to take one of Saira’s nipples in his mouth. She cried out, arched her back and cupped her own breasts in her hands to offer them both to Draédon. The sound of her pleasure aroused him so that he moved to her mouth and kissed her for the first time, passionately, uncontrollably. He was hard again, immediately; his balls filled, ached and stretched. He moved Saira’s hand from her breast to his cock and balls. She startled for a second, but was clearly intrigued by the sensation, length and slippery texture. He watched as Saira opened her eyes, her pupils dilated, her breathing rushing faster and her back arching into the pleasure.
While Draédon fondled her breasts and kissed her deeply, she longed to see what the swollen part of his body looked like, so she pulled from his kiss and drew him up by her hand. His weight shifted, and he knelt proudly before Saira’s beautiful face while Hermione was lost in
a passionate kiss between Saira’s thighs. This was not something her statue had shown her and she was both thrilled and uneasy with her new discovery.
But, Saira had seen him in the power of the storm as he touched himself only just the night before. She remembered the length and girth of his shaft.
As Saira explored her prince, Hermione revealed the hooded pearl of Saira’s pussy and she spread her swollen, wet lips while Draédon shifted to sate Saira’s curiosity of his fullness. Hermione slipped the hood back from Saira’s clit slowly and without further hesitation, she sucked it between her teeth and rolled it gently between them as her tongue flicked and tickled the sensitive nub. She nipped and bit the rolling pearl, the key and passion to Saira’s pleasure.
Saira gasped at the intimate sensation and pulled Draédon into her mouth instinctively.
Hermione sucked, bit, rolled and flicked the exposed jewel until juices flushed into her mouth.
Saira struggled for breath, writhed under all the different titillations. Her mouth was full of Draédon and she sucked, swallowed, and massaged his balls as he thrust gently and rhythmically to the young woman’s desires. He tasted like gold, smelled unlike anything she’d experienced and she wanted more. She opened her throat, took his full length in, rubbed her long tongue under his cock and closed her throat muscles from top to bottom then back again intuitively. Draédon dropped his head back and groaned. His breath was hard, his body tense, he gripped mountains of curls and pulled Saira’s head closer, burying his cock all the way down her throat.
The volcano intensified again.
Hermione plunged her tongue into Saira’s pussy and she could tell Saira was having her first orgasm. Should the mermaid experience this with someone other than her mated merman, she could never return to her father. Hermione ran her right hand down Saira’s thigh beyond her knee and pulled her foot up by the ankle then lifted her butt in the air and straddled Saira’s foot. She settled her own throbbing sex onto the girl’s big toe, releasing a moan into Saira’s pussy with a kiss. She rocked back and forth, dripping and eager for her own release. Her nipples were hard, Saira’s pussy ready and Draédon was on the precipice of no return.
