I see others drifting into view. Merpeople kneel beside me and the two men. Their scaly skin shimmers from the greenish fire glow. A redhead with tiny shells in her hair dips her head and kisses me, while a man with a trimmed black beard licks my tender nipples.
The one beneath me fucks me harder now, losing himself and growing carnal. I’ve never had sex like this, never felt so wanted and complete. The lover filling my cunt fits me like a glove, and the hands, tongue, and lips of the other treat my body as if he knows it so well, as if he’s been my lover forever.
I soon come hard again as hands, tongues, and lips explore and taste me everywhere. This sex is the best I’ve ever had and this orgasm is so intense I shake fiercely as I squirt. The lover fucking me pulls out after he comes deep inside me and I gush juices all over the man eating my pussy. He smiles, as if pleased, and then the redhead with seashells in her hair licks my come from his chest and face.
The one who ate me now pumps his cock until pearly cum spews from its purple head. He sprays his seed all over my belly and tits, and when he’s done the others taste me again, this time licking up his spunk until none remains.
When they’re done, I collapse between the two men on the blankets, breathing hard and dazed from my multiple orgasms. The other merpeople slink back into the shadows as I fall asleep between my two traveling companions.
***
The next morning they take me to see my grandpa.
“I can’t just leave the Sea Enchantress out there,” I say as they lead me deeper into the cave. Jamie carries a torch that burns with that odd green flame I saw the night before.
“Don’t worry,” he tells me. “She’ll be well taken care of by our people.”
I can tell there will be no fighting them, and so far they’ve made good on their promise not to hurt me, so I decide to go with this adventure and see if my grandpa really waits for me beneath the ocean.
We arrive at a glowing pool of bright blue water.
“Dive in.” Markus gestures to the pond carved into the rock. “We’ll be right behind you.”
“I’m not very good at holding my breath for long,” I admit. “How sad, huh? A charter boat captain who’s a crappy swimmer.”
He places a hand between my shoulders, gives me a reassuring gaze. “Trust me. You’ll be able to breathe under water. Look.”
He holds my arm up for my inspection. It’s then I notice my skin now shimmers with tiny scales, like theirs.
I gasp and narrow my eyes at him. “Did you do this last night?”
“The merpeople helped us wake up your natural self.” He dives in without another word.
Jamie follows and beckons for me. After taking in huge lungfuls of air, I plunge into the cave lagoon.
Soon they take my hands and lead me though and intricate network of trenches filled with colorful fish and dotted by blue, green, and pink coral. My legs start to feel funny, and when I look behind me I find they’ve merged into a brilliant aquamarine tail. I open my mouth and laugh, finding I can now breathe easily underwater. I’ve never felt so free in all my life. I glance at Jamie and Markus, who now sprout tails of their own in shades of royal blue and vibrant red.
We swim to a looming castle that reminds me of the ones I used to build with my grandpa when he would take me to the seashore. Inside, we explore halls that gleam like polished pink stones. I’m taken to a massive room to meet with Grandpa Horace.
He sits on a huge throne made of seashells and shark bones. A gleaming silver trident is clutched in one hand, and he wears a crown made of some glowing kelp. His old weather face breaks into a big smile the moment I walk in.
“Erin, thank you for coming, child.” He floats down and wraps his still strong arms around me, giving me a hug that nearly breaks my ribs. His long, white beard tickles my nose and I stifle a sneeze. “Have my men told you everything?”
I nod then blurt, “Why did you leave us? Grandma died of a broken heart over you.”
His craggy face wrinkles deeper from sadness. “I’m sorry. So sorry. I had two families all those years, but I could never tell you. Your mother forbid me. Gran knew about my life before, but when your mother found out she feared the pull the sea had over her, and would have over you. She denied her true nature and never wanted you to know you were part of the merpeople. I respected her wishes, but I see you out there, mourning me, and I don’t want you to live like that. Your rightful place is the sea.”
I process all this as chaotic emotions swirl in me over these words he claims are truth. “What about the war Markus and Jamie told me about?”
He nods and his face grows graver still. “Yes, there is a war, child. A powerful queen from the south part of the Atlantic Ocean seeks to take our territory. Will you fight with us? I know I ask a great deal of you.”
I break then, letting tears flow freely as I hug him. “I’m just so glad you’re alive.” Then I pull back. “But I don’t understand how I can help you fight a war. I’m just a boat captain, not a warrior.”
He taps the side of my nose and grins. “That’s where you’re wrong, dear girl.” He motions with his hand for the three of us to follow him up onto the platform where his throne sits. Then we are led to a crystal sphere that sits atop a pedestal hewn from a shark’s jaw.
“You are descended from a great warrior family,” Grandpa tells me, waving his hand over the transparent ball, which grows murky and begins to show me images. “Our people have peacefully ruled the north part of the Atlantic for many centuries. We had a pact with Queen Vanessa’s people that evenly divided the land and resources, but since her son was killed in a shark attack while serving as an ambassador here in the north she’s revoked that peaceful pact. We tried to show her the evidence that it was an accident, but she loved that boy dearly and her overuse of magic is weakening her. Left without an heir to her throne, I think she’s acting out of desperation. We will try negotiating with her again, if we can capture her alive.”
“With no disrespect meant, Grandpa, that still doesn’t tell me how I can help you.”
He smirks at me. “The warrior is in your blood. Should you choose to stay and fight, my two top knights, Markus and Jamie, will train you.”
I glance back at the men who I have journeyed with, then I approach them both. When I do so, Jamie seizes my wrists and urges me closer.
“I should tell you, the training will include sexual ritual.” His lips glide over my neck and I shiver. “And it will be far rawer, wilder, than anything we did to you in the cave.”
I tilt my chin, whirl around to face my father, and say, “I accept. I’ll fight for you.”
***
My training for the war is arduous and long, but I look forward to the sex rituals every time. I’m now skilled with a bow and arrow, and my weapon is made from abalone, shark bone, and taut wire made from special kelp. Tomorrow we move out to make our first planned sneak attack on Vanessa’s forces.
Tonight we’ll have our last sex ritual before we head out to war, and as I prepare for it my skin thrums with anticipation. Soon I leave my bedchamber and meet Markus and Jamie near the door to our ritual room.
They are naked expect for black shimmering masks woven from a special kelp. For the ritual, we’ve all morphed into a state between merperson and human. Scales gleam as our skin shifts continuously in this transitory form. Our toes and fingers remain webbed, but our tails have been shed for the time being.
“Are you ready, Mistress?” Jamie takes my hand and plants a kiss on it, then he takes my fingers into his mouth and sucks them while he twirls his tongue over the tips.
I groan out, “I am,” and Markus wraps a hand around my waist. I, too, am naked expect for a mask made of kelp.
The ritual room shimmers with phosphorescent kelp that glows pink, aquamarine, and yellow. My lovers bind my ankles in a leg spreader with an abalone bar and cuffs woven from kelp, strengthened with shark bone. The merpeople don’t hunt sea life like they once did, since their te
chnology, lifestyles, and diets have changed, but they still hunt shark when the predatory creatures sometimes attack in the merpeople’s territory. Then they use every part of the shark and honor the old shark god few of them truly believe in anymore. But the ritual is a show of gratitude that is important to merkind, I have come to learn.
Cuffs for my wrists are also attached to the spreader bar, and now they use gentle but firm hands to press on my back and make me bend so my arms can be fastened in place. After the locks snick shut, I stand with my ass jutting high in the air and my legs spread wide.
From an old sea chest that now serves as a sex toy box, Jamie selects a whip with tethers made from the glowing kelp that grows on the walls. Markus takes out nipple clamps made from sea snail shells and clips these to my stiffening tips. I sharply inhale watery air as the clamps bite into my flesh and sting. My pussy tingles with anticipation and horniness.
Now Markus walks behind me with Jamie.
“You will come three times tonight, Mistress,” Jamie demands. “But not until we allow it. And if you come before, we will punish you.”
I bite my lip and my skin heats as my anticipation grows. “Can I make noises?”
“Only small moans unless we say differently. Remember our safe words?”
I nod and rattle them off before Markus says the final ritual blessing.
“To Glooscap, the shark god. We offer up this performance and ask for success in battle.”
As the men had told me when I first met them, the merpeople are very sexual creatures, and they used sexual roleplaying like this to charge their natural magics. The energy generated by an orgasm is stored in our bodies and we then use it to shapeshift, cast illusions, and for spurts of superior strength in fights.
After he gives the blessing, Jamie walks in front of me. His thick, rosy pink erection brushes against my shoulder when he braces me with his knee. I hear a light swoosh of air as Markus draws back a paddle and then it jars me forward as it cracks against my ass. The sharp flash of pain makes me yelp and makes my pussy wetter.
My fair haired lover now strokes the tethers of the whip over my shoulders, down to the middle of my back, and then over my burning ass cheek. This makes my pelvis tingle and my kegel muscles constrict.
I glance up at the whip holder’s cock and find it glistens with precum. Licking my lips, I long to suck on the fat, slick head, but it’s just out of reach. The blond man sees me looking and he gives a grin then pushes my head back down and whispers, “Behave,” before another hard rap from the paddle jiggles my ass.
I whimper and sigh all at once. While the burning radiating through both my ass cheeks cools, the blond moves to my side and pinches the nipple clamps hard, once, twice, three times on each side. I try not to moan too loudly in response, biting down on my lip instead and clenching my teeth.
The torture grows worse when my dark haired lover reaches between my legs and begins to stroke my wet slit. My labia fill with slippery heat and I tilt my ass more, trying to bring his fingers closer to my clit. But he denies me. Punishment for my boldness. His fingers slip away and another slap kisses my firm butt.
I’m so horny I almost scream, “Fuck me now!” but I bite down hard on my lip once more, tasting blood. A scream that loud would earn punishment, and punishment means them taking me almost to orgasm again and again but denying me a good fucking. I don’t want to risk that.
The dark haired one gets to the floor and positions his head between my bound legs so he can lave my clit with his hot, wet tongue. I close my eyes and hiss air between my teeth as pleasure melts down my legs, sends liquid heat through my pussy.
He dips his fingers inside me, but only gives shallow thrusts as he takes long licks at my clit. I whimper and rock my hips backward. The slippery friction gets hotter and hotter and every nerve in my clit pulses hard. I’m on the brink of coming, but then he stops.
I let out a disappointed moan and move my head to glare at him.
He wears a devious smile. “What do you want, Mistress? Do you want us to make you come? Do you want to come hard?”
I give an emphatic nod.
He kneels down beside me and grips my chin. “That’s not good enough. You need to tell us what you want. You need to tell us how to make you come.”
I swallow and try to focus through the sexual frustration. My lovers are firm masters and it’s part of the ritual. I won’t get what I want unless I do exactly as they say.
“Lick my pussy,” I rasp out the words. “And I want him to fuck and spank me while you do.”
He smiles a lecherous smile. “Very good, Mistress. You have permission to come now, again and again.”
His tongue darts out and grinds into that extra sensitive bud of flesh between my legs. The blond struts behind me and begins to caress my ass with the tethers of the seaweed whip and one of his hands. He traces a finger over the dimples in my lower back, just above my butt. His palms molds to the contours at the side of each cheek, where my ass meets my hips, while he brushes the whip across my shoulders and back.
I cry out, “Please, fuck me already,” now that they’ve given me permission to speak my desires.
He chuckles low in his throat and gives my ass a sharp quick slap. My butt burns and I gasp, then he nudges his plump glans into my seeping pussy and teases me, not entering any farther until I beg again. I give myself over to him and let my pussy stretch wide to take the fucking. We can abandon ourselves completely since we know where each other has been, and I’ve learned that merpeople have magics and sciences that have created many forms of disease and birth control. No matter how carnal our play gets, we always value each other’s safety as well as pleasure.
He takes long, deep strokes that rub and thump my g-spot perfectly. Between this and the man sucking on my clit, my pelvis and stomach tighten and I come hard, letting out a lengthy cry of bliss.
He pulls out after some harder, faster thrusts and shoots his pearly seed all over my ass. Some floats off in the watery room and some dribbles down my back. Then he steps around front of me and the mouth pleasuring my clit stops as my dark haired lover joins him. I’m disappointed and anxious all at once, because I wonder what they have planned next.
The blond tells me soon enough, stroking the slopes of muscles that line the dark haired man’s body as he does so. “Before I let him fuck you, I’m going to suck his cock and make you watch. Would you like that, Mistress?”
“Oh, yes,” I moan. “So much.”
He kneels before the other man and looks up at him. “Don’t come until you’re deep inside her pussy.”
The other simply nods as he begins to work his cock with a strong, veiny hand. He plucks at the man’s balls with his sharp, white teeth, making him growl out a groan. Then he laps at the beads of pre-cum oozing from the fat glans before he swirls his tongue beneath the thick ridge. The man he blows lets his eyes flutter closed and he thrusts against his lover’s lips, begging him to suck him deep. But the blond simply slaps his ass hard and then pulls his mouth away from my other lover’s penis. The dark haired man groans in obvious disappointment, and the blond makes him wait a while longer before he wraps his hand around his shaft again and starts to pump up and down. He sucks his scrotum and I feel my pussy growing wetter and wetter. I’m almost driven crazy by the need to be fucked.
Finally he gobbles the standing man’s cock and deep throats him, shaking his head back and forth as he holds the cock against his throat. I see his Adam’s apple work as he swallows, and the man he sucks off now raises up on his toes and rocks his hips back and forth. He fucks his lover’s face slow at first but his thrust soon grow faster and faster. The blond fondles his heavy sac while he bobs his head in time with the man’s cock.
“Fuck me now,” I blurt out. “I can’t stand it any longer. Please, I need you deep inside me.”
Still he denies me, smiling as best he can around the cock in his mouth as he slides his lips up and down, up and down. He takes the meaty erection
from his mouth and watches me with slitted eyes as he laves his tongue up and down the shaft, beneath the ridge, and then pokes it in the pre-cum spurting hole. Our shared lover receiving the blow job moans so loudly I know he won’t be able to hold off cumming much longer.
“Please!” I shout. “Fuck me now.”
The blond laughs and slowly stands. He slaps the dark haired man on the ass and says, “Go give our mistress what she wants.”
With a vulpine smile, my dark haired lover walks behind me and caresses my ass. He dips his head to lick my dimpled lower back. He runs his fingers up and down my damp slit. Then he draws back and slaps my ass hard with the pearly, shell paddle before he drives his cock deep into my pussy.
He isn’t gentle, but I welcome the rough fucking. He holds my hips steady with a firm grip as his cock pounds in and out of my throbbing pussy. I scream loudly this time when I orgasm and I feel like I need to pee as the intense release bursts deep inside my pelvis. It rockets through me and makes my eyes flutter closed. I can feel myself squirting juices and I hear the squishing of his cock as he finishes fucking my pussy. I’m so wet my arousal drips down my thighs.
When he is about to cum, he pulls his cock out and jets spunk all over my ass. We gasp and pant together in the after-fog of intense, wild sex, and to complete our ritual we fully morph into our merperson form, flicking shimmering tails and swimming around one another before we head to bed for much needed rest. Tomorrow we face the beginning of a war.
***
With our forces, we make a sneak attack on the southern territories Vanessa holds. Since her soldiers don’t expect us, we’re able to fight our way to her castle drawbridge with stealth and arrows sailing. Soon myself, Markus, Jamie and a small band of our troops enter her fortress. It, too, reminds me of a pinkish sand castle.
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