by Ellen Mint
“Why Havana?” Jo asked, trying to rise to her knees. All that time resting caused the blood to pool, cutting off her poor feet. They tingled at the mistreatment and she tried to rub them to satiety.
Both of the mermen turned to her, their lips knotted to form their underwater language.
“There are many other forts, encampments, towns in the Caribbean. Why Havana?”
“It appeared the most powerful,” Namhu said, before tacking on, “And the most brutal.”
“You only rescued me because of my tie to my father,” Jo laid out the bare facts. If they wanted her to be honest, then she deserved the same courtesy. “Yes?”
To her surprise, it was Namhu who looked chagrined. The ‘all land-walkers are brutal killers’ one turned towards the pool while Enki admitted, “We do not involve ourselves in land affairs lightly.”
“I have saved drowners before,” Namhu threw out, surprising Jo. She’d have thought him the type to push his prince to slay all the land-walkers. Sheepish eyes glanced over her and instead of the standoffish glare, they dived down the soaking wet dress clinging to her body. Jo shuddered at the thought of him seeing more than just the top of her glistening décolletage.
“Then,” Joanna raised her head high, “you do not intend to drown me for failing to be helpful?”
“Of course not,” Enki cried, spinning in place as if he had to comfort her. “We are not savages.”
“Blessed Mary,” Jo prayed, floundering towards the sand. While — with no future before her — she’d been prepared to face her death at the hands of the Captain’s sword, now she ached for life. Darting her eyes over the round pairs of buttocks, she ached for more than just life as well. To think, she’d nearly drowned as a virgin, forced to save herself for a brute posing as a noble, sentenced to a lifetime of rape because her father made it so.
Foolish tears rose in her eyes, the first to fall as she realized how far her life had crumbled. She was free, yes, but what could she do? Havana was lost to her, and if her father ever got word of her survival he’d scour every ship in the sea to find her. She’d pleaded to remain in her home, but in order to be free would she have to leave that which she loved most in the world?
All the pain and terror, the emotions swallowed to not project fear before her captors, walloped her body in one breath. She trembled and shivered, her shoulders shaking and hands bouncing against the sands.
To her surprise, Enki asked in a haunted and concerned voice, “Are you well?”
Yes. No. Everything was wrong, but it was the first taste of hope in months. How could she explain it? How could she explain any of it to these two strangers?
“She is cold,” Namhu explained. “The wet cloths upon her.” He mispronounced clothes while pointing to her dress. A simple explanation, one much easier to give, so Joanna nodded. Yes, that was it. She was cold.
“Ah,” Enki smiled bright, his soothing hand curling over her back. She wanted to lean against his strong chest, to luxuriate in the warmth and feel of his breaths matching her own. “I will help,” he announced and before Jo could gasp, his fingers tugged on the right shoulder of her dress.
“No, no,” Namhu announced, the man used to human customs quickly stopping his prince. He marched towards the two huddled in the sand and bent to a knee. “There are small knobs on the back you must undo first.”
Jo wanted to laugh at the thought when the man’s wide hands swept across the small of her back. A single one could nearly canvas the entire width, leaving her gulping in air as he began to undo each pearl button upwards. All the while, Enki kept watch, his lips pouted in concentration as if ladies fashion was fascinating. As if her body could be fascinating.
The dress’ bodice bowed outward, dragging to the sand from the water drenched into its fibers. Namhu’s hands curled around the outside of her waist, his hot breath dancing against her cheek as he said, “Raise your arms.” Rather than wait for her to comply, he helped guide hers up, barely a glance of the back of his hands skirting against her trembling skin.
It was Enki’s turn to take control. As Namhu placed his open palms to her elbows, the prince picked up the bottom of her dress and began to tug it high over her head. Jo gasped as the formality of civilization flew off her body. While Enki flapped the wet cloth around, Namhu’s tender fingers curled down her elbow tracing the line of her now nude arms and dipping back to her shoulders. Even with the chemise in place, she could practically feel his body heat touching hers.
“There is more?” Enki asked, abandoning the dress to size up Jo’s corset and underthings. She was still on shaky but good standing with being a proper lady. The dress was soaked and needed to be dried. If she remained in her chemise none could think her dishonorable.
That inquisitive grin rising, Enki placed a hand to her stomach and asked, “How does this one work?”
“I have no knowledge of it,” Namhu admitted. He leaned back to stare down the knots of the corset, then rose upon his haunches to stare at his prince over her shoulder. In doing so, she felt a stiff rod glance across her buttocks. He wasn’t as put-off by land-walkers as he liked to pretend.
A giddy thrill shivered through Joanna’s body. She could stay dressed, tell the mermen that it didn’t come off, sit by the fire. It was what a lady would do.
“Let me show you,” Jo said, reaching behind her to fumble for the knots. She was helped into it by her maid before her father forced her onto the ship. With no one around but the foul sailors and rotten Captain, Joanna dare never take it off. Not even to sleep. Now, with two strange men of the sea, she giggled at freeing herself from the constraints.
After tugging on the lace, the knot opening in her palm, Jo moved to undo the next with her fingers. Namhu whispered, “I understand now.” And his strong, large fingers drew down her tiny back to work off the last of the laces. All the while, Enki stared from her face down to her breasts buoyed by the corset. Her nipples strained against the wet chemise, the prince taking careful note of how they looked behind a slip of fabric. Was he curious to touch them? To see how lady land-walkers reacted to warm palms cupping over their heaving bounties?
A breath filled Joanna’s lungs as the final constricting knot of the corset gave way. Namhu pulled it up over her head. While he held the confounding undergarment in one hand, his other palm swept up her fallen hair. The plaits were obliterated, streams of mahogany plastered to her shoulder, and back, and now in a merman’s gentle grip. Despite his demeanor, the bodyguard was tender, barely stroking the tips of her hair how one would pet a skittish dog.
When his hand cupped her hip, steadying Joanna, her eyes flared open in surprise. There was Enki, staring in rapturous fascination at the woman coming undone before him. She glanced down the olive-tan skin, his chest thrust out for balance, the abs folded from the lean. And just as Namhu pressed his hardening cock against the linen drenched to her buttock, she watched Enki’s shudder as it plumped.
She knew how the mechanics worked, courtesy of the island goats caring nothing for impropriety. But this was the first chance Joanna had to see the male side in action, to feel her cheeks burn hot at the sight, her fingers clench at the idea of touching, her stomach tremble in waves at the dream of feeling it inside her. There was no reason to continue down this path. They said they wouldn’t kill her and she believed them, believed them more than she would her father’s men.
Her whole life she was trained to not despoil herself. To always be aware of any men in the vicinity who might take her purity and ruin her for her future husband. Walk away. Huddle by the fire. Thank them for saving her. It was what a lady who walked head bowed to her execution via wedding band would do.
Joanna leaned forward, a hand digging through Enki’s verdant locks. Pulling those taunting lips flush to hers, she smiled to herself. There was nothing she wanted more than to destroy herself with these two men.
The moment she tasted Enki’s salty lips melting to a musky sweetness, his hands swept under her breast
s. Every chill raced from her bones as the merman kneaded against her giving flesh. When he slipped his thumbs against her nipples Jo gasped into his mouth.
“You enjoy that as well?” Enki asked, the smile rising across his face as he pressed her forehead to his. She laughed, her eyes shut tight while swaying her aroused chest against his palms. Pleasure arced through her body like lightning striking the open ocean. She felt its piercing path all the way down to her toes.
Chuckling at the realization, Enki glanced to the man holding her hips in place from behind. “Same as you, Namhu,” he said, his tongue lapping his lips.
Jo blinked in surprise, breaking from his expert hold to stare over her shoulder. There was no shame on Namhu’s face, no anger at being discovered, only a knowing smile and fire crackling between the two men. “You both like to…?” She drew a finger from one to the other as if anyone else was in the cave with them.
While Enki snickered, as if the idea was preposterous, it was Namhu who cupped her chin in his hand. Pulling her close so that his words tickled her face, he said, “We enjoy each other.” And he plunged her lips to his, his tongue slipping into her mouth. The heat of it shuddered down her spine, Joanna moaning as the strong tongue guided her trembling lip into his mouth. He nipped with certainty against hers.
When fingers curled up her cheek, Namhu released his erotic kiss on her, and it was Enki who pulled her back around to him. “We also enjoy sharing,” Enki said, pressing a soft kiss to the tender lip that Namhu bit down on. His gentle ministrations warmed Jo’s bubbling arousal, her heart swelling at how carefully he pressed sweet kisses down her jaw. As he moved to her neck, Joanna stretching to give him access, strong fingers slipped under her bust.
She could feel Namhu pressing his nose to the back of her head and his cock against her back. All the while, he kneaded deeper into her breasts, working his way up to pinch her nipples. Jo cried in shock as the pain ebbed to an invigorating pleasure. Her moans of joy were met with a growl from behind her ear. His hot breath filled her right as Enki worked his tongue up to her left.
“What of you, lady of the land?” Namhu snarled, every perfunctory word driving straight to her core. “Do you mind sharing?”
Their hands caressed everywhere. Enki’s lifted the chemise’s hemline higher to expose her thighs. Namhu continued to titillate her breasts, a palm swooping from one to the other while he drew his free hand against her cheek. As he guided Joanna closer, his teeth scraped her skin from the hollow of her cheek down to the jaw, and she whimpered.
“Please,” she begged, stinging tears rising in her eyes at this impossible turn of events, “please share me.”
The mermen smiled wickedly at each other from across her body. While Namhu supported her breasts, Enki worried both palms across her thighs, gliding under the fallen chemise to reach right to her sacred spot. Just before touching it, he said in a jolly voice, “Do you know what I wish to do?”
A brusque laugh shot against her ear, Namhu knotting his fingers around the hips of her last stitch of civilization. He rolled his palms, inching the fabric higher and higher to expose herself to Enki. “What you always want,” the man said, tugging her hemline above her belly. Enki rested his chin upon her naked thighs, his eyes staring upward directly into her soaking wet cunt. Those turquoise gems glittered as if he glimpsed one of the wonders of the world.
Joanna whipped her head over her shoulder, her head buzzing at the idea of a strange man staring in rapture at her private parts. Namhu kept one hand knotted to her chemise while the other curled under her chin. Those snow-grey eyes stared in concern at her sudden shift, both men waiting for her to say something.
With a smirk lifting her lips, she ordered, “Take it off.”
“Oh, a woman with exquisite tastes in the carnal,” Enki exclaimed. Namhu grabbed onto the shoulders of her chemise while Enki slipped his head under it. She could feel his lips pressing kisses as sweet as his smile all across her belly. All the while, he continued to speak, “I cannot understand the appeal of so much fabric across the body.”
Namhu glided his pulsing cock between her exposed buttocks, his hands pinning her breasts higher. As he glanced the edge of his teeth to her tender throat, Jo whimpering in response, he said, “There is an appeal to some of them.” The jaded merman stared in the direction of her tossed chemise, a fire burning in his eyes. He’d had other women, women of the land. And he knew what he wanted.
She gulped at the realization when his hands abandoned her breasts just as Enki rose to lap his tongue around her nipple. It was Namhu who rolled his large palms over her thighs. Jo’s body began to sway from propping herself up overlong on her knees. Relying on the two men to keep her upright wasn’t working as one kissed her breasts and the other…
With strong certainty, Namhu pulled her thighs apart, his thumbs stroking the creases. She felt herself tipping forward, but Enki placed a steadying hand to her stomach. It had to be boiling under his palm but the man made no mention. Instead, he continued to suck and lick his way clear across Joanna’s chest.
A sea breeze, chilled by the night’s sky, swept across her freed vagina. It sang of debauchery, of debasement, of deliverance. Jo’s heart quivered; her lungs sucking in air in arrhythmic patterns left her light-headed.
“How do you please yourself?” Namhu growled in her ear. He remained steadfast in his grip, holding her apart for whatever delight they had planned. And that grand cock continued to stroke against the small of her back.
“I don’t under…” Jo began when Enki slid his hand from her quaking knees up her thighs. He paused at Namhu’s hands, playfully flirting up the stoic man’s wrists, before resting both his palms at the full mound of her pubic hair. That seemed to entertain the prince who plied through it as if his fingers were a comb.
Enki paused and wrapped a hand around the back of Joanna’s head. Pulling her forehead against his, she puckered her lips for a kiss, when a finger slipped down the crevice of her being. She gasped, first in shock, then pleasure as that nimble finger dipped inside and up to the tip of her pearl. That she knew well, that she considered her private secret. That, Enki was polishing to a perfect gleam with his finger.
“Oh, you will adore how aroused she is,” Enki whispered to Namhu.
The hands on her thighs released, Namhu sliding them up to knead into her buttocks. In doing so, he pushed and pulled her flesh against his cock, his breath panting in her ear. Jo shivered at the guttural pleasure Namhu found from her body. When she gasped aloud, the kneading paused and ice-grey eyes burned in hers. “You’re already a delight,” he whispered, turning her head for a kiss.
“My turn?” Enki asked. Joanna shifted to place her lips on his, but the prince slid to his stomach on the sand. He began to crawl forward when he paused and glanced back at the pond. “An idea strikes my fancy.”
The man continually sweeping his hands over every available acre of Joanna’s flesh followed the prince’s look. Namhu smiled wide, his head bobbing at whatever Enki had planned. “An interesting idea.”
“What is? What do I…?” Jo watched as Enki hopped to his feet and leaped into the lapping seawater. She twisted her head to the side, catching Namhu also rising.
“Can you stand?” the serious man asked while watching Joanna struggle to stick a leg out.
“I’m not sure.” All the blood drained from her feet in order to pool in her cheeks and belly. She wobbled in the next attempt, nearly falling face-first to the sand when warm arms swept her up.
Namhu carried her towards the water’s edge, Jo’s heart thumping while those tales of murderous mermaids once again rose in her imagination. But as she spotted Enki’s sopping green locks rising from the dark depths, her panic calmed. Locking her hands around the back of Namhu’s neck, Jo pulled herself up to kiss his lips. So distracted, he couldn’t try to overpower her, the man trembling from her tender tastes.
At the edge of the water, Namhu plummeted to his knees even while lapping his to
ngue around hers. Joanna shrieked in surprise, her feet dipping into the cool water. Webbed fingers glided along her ankles, Enki tugging her deeper and deeper into his domain. Jo pulled in a breath, preparing to slip under the surface, when Namhu hooked his hands to her waist to stop her.
She floated with only her lower belly and legs distended in the water, Namhu quickly wrapping his chest to her back. While Jo was first distracted by that cock sweeping against her back, it was Enki pulling himself up by her legs that yanked her away.
Gripping to her ankles, he straddled her legs wider apart so his head could sweep up her bobbing thighs. Lips pressed kisses to chase away the chill, Jo staring down at the watery face rising from the inky depths. There was no concern of drowning, no fear in his eyes — only serenity as he placed one kiss to the right crease of her thigh and another to the left.
When his hands wound around her bobbing buttocks, Enki swam closer and his lips plunged to her. To that part of her she was supposed to hold sacred for only her would-be husband. That which she found herself ecstatic to share. Jo babbled in surprise, her fingers gripping to Enki’s verdant hair as her heart cried at the wonders he created inside her. How the tender swoop of his lips pressing and sucking upon her folds shook her to the core. How his wily tongue, now capable of twisting into a spiral against her pearl, sent her panting for relief.
Namhu sucked on her neck while Enki sucked upon her being. Hands plucked on her nipples; they had to be Namhu’s for the strength and confidence in each pull, but Jo couldn’t be certain. Her eyes shut tight, her breath hitching in her chest as her body strained higher and higher in this impossible pleasure.
A great splash of water snapped her sight open and she watched Enki’s glittering green tail lay out over the surface. All the while, the man kept sucking and licking upon her with his head submerged. His gentle tongue bobbed with the waves, flickering to send her sparking, then lulling to a soft kiss. Jo wanted to cry, to plead with him to press harder, to push her over the edge, but then Namhu would grind against her, his cock straining against her skin and she never wanted it to end.
