A Merman's Tail: A dark gay retelling of The Little Mermaid (Grim and Sinister Delights Book 14)

by M. D. Gregory

  “There were scientists at the press conference who wanted to take the tail to test it, but I refused to let them,” he said when he’d lowered the lid. He turned to me, eyes blazing in a way that made my skin prickle with goose bumps. “This is my only proof that my father wasn’t crazy. I’m not letting them have it.”

  I cocked my head at him and nodded. When he spoke like this, I never understood. His words were garbled and nonsense to me, but he could say anything and I’d believe him.

  His gaze narrowed on me, and I wrung my hands together, chewing on my bottom lip.

  “You are pretty,” he whispered, and my cheeks grew hot. When he cupped my face, my eyes slipped closed automatically, and he brushed his mouth against mine again, but this time it wasn’t as hard or as rough, and he pulled away too quickly. “I have an idea. Go inside the cottage, wait in there until I get back.”

  My eyes flashed open, but he was already walking to the front door and pushing some kind of key into a lock. I only knew what the key and lock were because I’d found some that were similar, and they were currently in my treasure box. Throwing open the door, he gestured inside.

  “Go.” He gave my ass a slap on my way past him, and I watched him get back into the truck. I couldn’t do anything but stare at the back of Ethan’s vehicle as he drove away. Chewing on my lip, I walked inside the house like he’d told me to do and stopped as soon as I passed the door. Inside was as homey as the outside.

  There was wood everywhere, even the furniture was made out of it. I wondered if that was a human thing or an Ethan thing. Photos hung on the walls, and as I stepped closer to them, a familiar face stared back out of one. Ethan’s dad, the same man I’d seen drown. He stood there with a smile, his arm wrapped around what looked to be the child version of Ethan. They both had smiles on their faces, and the way they stood so closely together reminded me of Dad and myself. That sick feeling started again and I rubbed my belly. There was no use being homesick now because this place with Ethan was my new home.

  Chapter Eight

  Ethan

  It wasn’t difficult to find what I was searching for, even if I did get a few weird looks when I bought it. That came with the territory for being a Turmont. We were the crazies of the town, the ones who believed in merpeople. But fuck it, I’d proven I was right today, and those journalists ate it up. They loved me.

  I winked at the employee of the clothing store as she rang up the items, and she huffed at me. By the time I was back in the truck and heading home, I was beyond excited. I’d never expected to enjoy being with a man, but Boy was something else. He wasn’t just an ordinary dude, he was so fucking pretty, and the thought of sticking my dick into a pretty dude like him had me hard as a rock.

  Luckily the drive home was short, and those kinds of trips were one of the only good things about living in a small town. By the time I got through the front door, Boy was sitting on the couch and staring at the blank TV with a confused expression on his face. He tilted his head from side to side, his reflection looking back from the television screen.

  I snorted and dropped the shopping bags on the couch beside him. Jumping in surprise, he glanced over his shoulder and grinned.

  “I bought you something.” Walking around the couch, I dropped onto the cushion beside him and opened one of the bags, pulling out a deep red knee-length dress, and then I passed it to him.

  Boy took the garment from me, drawing the material between two fingers to feel it. He frowned from the dress to me, and I smirked.

  “You wear it.”

  A creased formed on his forehead as he took the time to explore the dress before he pushed himself to his feet. He slid off his shoes and socks, and worked the T-shirt he was wearing over his head. I settled onto the couch, my cock throbbing in my pants as I enjoyed the show he gave me, one that he clearly didn’t know he was putting on. But when he tugged down his pants and underwear, his dick springing free from the confines, my own cock felt like it was about to explode.

  I cupped myself through my pants as he flipped the dress in his hands, as though trying to figure out how he was supposed to put it on, and I stood. “Here, let me help.”

  Together, we got it on him, and it barely reached the middle of his delicious, pale thighs. Knowing he didn’t have any underwear on under that dress had my balls hurting, and I groaned when I ran a hand up the back of the material, squeezing his ass.

  He smiled, obviously pleased that he’d made me happy.

  “There’s more.” I went back to the bags and upturned them, dumping the rest of my buys onto the couch. There were black stockings, red high heeled shoes, which I thought would fit him, and lipstick and eyeshadow.

  He shifted closer, the dress swaying around his strong thighs, and it took all my effort not to throw him over the couch and fuck him right then and there. I wanted to get him dressed before I did that, though my cock ached in protest.

  “I’ll help you.” I grabbed the stockings first. “Sit on the couch.”

  He did as instructed and that was sexy in and of itself. The fact that he followed my orders so easily, as though he’d done it his entire life, fueled my desire and my cock throbbed so much that I thought I’d come in my pants without even touching myself.

  I kneeled in front of him and ripped open the package with the stockings. Rolling one of them out, I grabbed his foot and rested it on my knee before I positioned the stocking at his foot. I rolled it over his leg, and he cocked his head, interest filling those beautiful blue depths. Once I did the same with the other, I ran my hands over his legs, the feel of the mesh beneath my palms sparking lust low in my stomach. Fuck. I was going to enjoy every second of this.

  “Shoes next.”

  The high heels were a little big on him, but not so much that he’d trip over them, and they suited his wide feet so perfectly that I couldn’t help but lean down and lay a kiss on his stocking covered right foot. I breathed out, my cock throbbing so hard now that I swore I heard the sound of the blood in my ears.

  “Makeup,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t sure if he could hear me. Nearly stumbling to my feet, I readjusted myself in my pants, and Boy’s gaze followed the movement. His smile made my heart crash against my ribs. He was going to be the death of me.

  I sat on the couch next to him again and cupped his jaw. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this.” Dragging him into a rough kiss, I fucked his mouth until his hips were humping toward me and his dick was making a tent in the front of the dress. I laughed. “I know the feeling.”

  Placing the makeup on him was harder than I’d imagined. The lipstick kept going over the edges of his lips and I had to use his discarded shirt to fix it, but after a few mistakes, we finally had it right. We had the same problems with the eyeshadow, but in the end it was worth it. Boy was beautiful to begin with, but with women’s clothes and makeup? I thought I’d bust any minute.

  “Stand up in front of me, let me see you.” I sat back on the couch as Boy went to his feet, nearly stumbling over the high heels in the process. It took him a few seconds before he had himself steady and was standing in front of me. He pulled at the bottom of the dress nervously, but it was enough to let me see a peek of his cock beneath. “Fucking hell.”

  There was no way I could stand it any longer. I wanted to come inside him and now. Fingers shaking, I worked at the button of my jeans until I had it undone and the zipper pulled down. I yanked at the waistband and shoved them to my knees. I took off my shirt, too, and threw it somewhere behind me. Past me was smart enough to have packets of lube in my pockets, so all I had to do was grab one out of there and rip it open, squeezing the liquid onto my slab of meat.

  “Christ, come sit on my cock. Fuck yourself on me.”

  Boy licked his lips and stumbled a little when he stepped closer. I curled my arm around his waist, yanking him onto the couch with his knees on either sides of my thighs. Reaching behind him and under his dress, I shoved a finger into his tight little hole, and like the good li
ttle whore he was, he whimpered and fucked himself on my digit.

  “Yeah, you little fucking bitch. Hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”

  He moaned, and I took that as a yes. I captured his lips with mine and fucked his mouth like I wanted to do to his ass, and his fingers dug into my shoulders in a way that had spikes of pain emanating from that area. I was going to have nice little bruises there after we were done.

  There was no way I could wait any longer. I needed him now. Grasping at the base of my cock, I lined it up with his asshole and pushed in, hard. He groaned loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure and wrapped his arms around my neck, his chest flat against mine. His tightness overwhelmed me, the warmth teasing me, and I was teetering on the edge of exploding. It took all my effort not to thrust into him once and have it all be over.

  I slid my hands under the dress and gripped his hips while I spread my legs to get into the best position to piston myself into him. The fucking was rough, and he bounced on my cock like a good little slut, moaning and whimpering and throwing his head back with his bright red lips open needily.

  “You like my cock don’t you?” I hissed, nails digging deeper into the skin of his hips. “You like the feel of me spreading you apart, fucking you until I fill you with my cum. You dirty little whore.”

  He whined, chewed on his bottom lip, and leaned in to kiss me. His makeup was already ruined, the lipstick a mess across his mouth from the amount of times we’d kissed, and it was so dirty. I fucking loved it. He was tighter than any woman I’d been with, and I felt like his asshole was strangling my cock, but in all the right ways.

  “Come on, Boy, show me what you got. Take over.” I let go of his hips, but like a good bitch, he knew exactly what he had to do. He continued to ride me, jamming his hole down on my cock, and I knew I was getting close by how raw my balls felt. My orgasm was like a fire exploding through my body, all hot and needy, and with one final thrust up into him, I groaned and shot my load into his tight hole.

  I quivered through my release until I was boneless and it felt so fucking amazing. Spitting into my hand, I reached under his dress and jerked off his fat dick, and like a good boy, he arched into me and it didn’t take him long to come, too. Spunk shot from his slit, some caught on the dress, but most of it landed on my sweaty chest.

  “Fuck.” I laughed and cupped the back of his neck, dragging him down for another toe-curling mouth fuck as he trembled against me. “You’re so hot. Better than anyone with tits and a pussy.”

  His eyebrows furrowed, but he smiled and kissed along my jaw.

  “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” I asked, stroking my fingers down the back of the dress and sliding them under to grab a palmful of his ass again.

  He nodded, flicking his blond hair off his sweaty flushed cheeks. His hole squeezed around my half hard cock, and I groaned.

  “Were you jealous of Amber, the girl at the jetty today?” I’d seen the way he kept glancing at us, and I’d let her flirt with me just so I could see his reaction. After having Boy, I didn’t need to chase her pussy anymore. I had no reason to. Boy let me fuck him better than any woman could.

  He sniffed.

  I laughed, cupping his cheek. “You have no reason to be jealous. Your hole’s the only one I’m fucking.”

  Boy stared at me intently and then he smiled, and it was the kind that had my cock twitching in his hole as it attempted to get fully hard again.

  “Would you kill her if I decided to fuck her, though?” I asked, curious just how much he’d do for me.

  He pursed his mouth, the lipstick smeared around the edges, and finally nodded with a determined stare.

  I shook my head and ran my fingers over his scalp, making him moan. “You don’t need to. Let’s leave the killing for the mermaids, huh?”

  Boy hummed and snuggled up against me, and I kissed his temple. My cock was still inside his hole, but neither of us went to move, and I was okay with that. I reached over for the TV remote control and then switched it on. The sound startled Boy.

  “Shh.” I ran a palm over his head and he settled again, burying his face into my neck as I turned the channels to one I knew the local news would be on. The familiar face of Lucy Aden, a popular news reporter, came up on the screen, and I grinned.

  Once upon a time, I’d imagined the day when I’d finally found a mermaid and showed the proof. In my dreams, she was astounded and intrigued, and after an on-camera interview, we went back to her room where I fucked her silly. When I met her today, she wasn’t impressive to me. Beautiful? Sure, but not lose my breath because I want to stick my dick in her gorgeous. Not like Boy.

  “So tell me, Lucy, what were your thoughts on Mr. Turmont?” the anchorman asked from the newsroom, smiling toward the camera. He was on one side of the screen, and Lucy was on the other, standing on the pier with the night sky gleaming behind her. She smiled, her light pink lipstick making her already pale face look even paler. Her long brown hair fluttered around her shoulders with the wind, and she had on an ash dress that followed the curves of her body perfectly, but I’d learned today that she was bland and boring, her questions no more unique than any of the other reporters.

  “Well, Tony, I can say that Ethan Turmont did bring us some proof of a tail, guts and all.” She chuckled, and I felt the familiar frustration growing inside me, the sound of her laugh mocking. “However, maybe the rumors are true and Mr. Turmont is as mentally unstable as his father.”

  “Why do you say that?” Tony asked.

  Lucy smiled sardonically and the irritation in my gut grew to full rage. Fucking bitch. “Well, the proof produced was a tail with scales, and let’s be honest, that could be from a fish. Mr. Turmont was out in the ocean and has been going out on his boat regularly. We’ve talked with a few men who’ve worked for Ethan, and more than one has said he’s good at catching the larger breeds of fish. When asked by scientists if they could take the specimen and test it, Ethan refused, which has brought about suspicions among the community. If it’s real, what does he have to hide?” She laughed again, and this time Tony joined her. “Local residents agree that Mr. Turmont’s family has been known for a history of mental illnesses. While the tail was bigger than a usual fish’s, that doesn’t mean he couldn’t have caught a bigger than average fish and claimed it to be a mermaid, when it in fact, wasn’t.”

  Boy sat up and finally moved, letting my now soft cock slide out of his hole. He turned to sit his ass on the couch right beside me, our thighs touching. My focus was on the news, though, as more than just rage filled me—disappointment, too. I’d kept the tail because I’d been scared that by giving it away, I’d never see it again, and the truth that my father hadn’t been crazy would have disappeared with it.

  The more the interview went on, the sicker and angrier I felt to the stomach. They made fun of my father, and me, and then went into my family history, mentioning my mom’s drowning, until I couldn’t take it anymore and switched off the TV, throwing the control straight at the screen. It wobbled with the force of the hit, but nothing broke.

  Boy cuddled against my side, but not even that helped the rage that overwhelmed all my senses, and I shoved him off, standing and yanking my pants up. I didn’t bother to zip the jeans before I stalked out the front door of the house and down to the beach where the rolling waves crashed against the sand dunes. I breathed heavily, and my blood felt hot, as though fire waged war inside me. The cool breeze didn’t bother me.

  Arms curled around my waist from behind, and I stiffened, but let Boy press against my back, his chin on my shoulder.

  I huffed out a ragged breath. “I didn’t let them have the tail because it was the only proof I had,” I murmured, squeezing at his hands which he’d linked across my stomach. “My father was not crazy.”

  Boy kissed my naked shoulder and stroked my belly, close to the trail of hair that tracked down to my cock.

  “How fucking dare they?” I shook my head and imagined it was Lucy fucki
ng Aden’s body I’d chopped up instead of the merman’s. She deserved it.

  Only one thing made sense: I needed to bring back more proof, one that they could take away and test. How long had it taken me to find this merman, though? How long would it take us to find more?

  “We need to go back out,” I said, turning in Boy’s arms and grabbing his face between my hands. I tilted his chin back and stared into his rounded face and flushed cheeks, or what little of it that the moon’s light let me see. He’d taken off the heels, but he still wore the stockings and dress, which seemed to glimmer under the glow of the moon. “We need to find more mermen, give them all the proof they need. Maybe keep one alive.”

  He stared up at me and took my hands into his. He kissed the back of one and then did the same to the other, and nodded.

  “Joey probably won’t come,” I said, frowning down at him. “He was pretty pissed off about what we did today. Never saw him that angry, to be honest.”

  Boy worried his bottom lip between his teeth, and shook his head, pointing at himself. He didn’t speak, because he couldn’t, but he mouthed a word I understood. “Me.”

  “You?”

  He nodded again, raising his chin in determination.

  “You want to go out with me and hunt them?”

  He curled his arms around my neck and dragged me closer, kissing me on the lips. If he’d been anyone else, I would have told them to fuck off, that I didn’t kiss outside of sex, but something inside me craved him with a weird sense of need that had some of my anger seeping away.

  “You really would do anything for me,” I whispered, and Boy smiled. “Okay. We’ll go out first thing in the morning.”

  He seemed satisfied with that because he flashed me his straight white teeth. I dragged him as close as I could, wrapping my arms around his slim body and burying my face against his shoulder. Breathing him in, I sighed. Fuck. This could get dangerous very quickly. It was one thing to fuck a man, but another to let that same man be so close to me. Not even the women got that luxury. Yet, I wanted him in the bed beside me, although I kind of wished I’d bought him silk pajamas to sleep in now. Maybe some lingerie too.