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Miss Rose wasn't sure what to do. When he had told her his mermaid story the night before, she had listened to it with a quizzical look on her face. When he had told her of the horror of him falling overboard she was sympathetically concerned. But when he recounted the story of the mermaid, she was at first amused, and as the story continued, she was stunned. He spoke with such conviction, such love, that she had no choice but to believe. So Miss Rose had smiled and excused herself, telling him that she would return in the morning. By the morning, he would have come to his senses, by the morning, she would have come to her senses and stopped believing these foolish tales. But the morning came and instead of finding her fiancé clear-headed with rational thought, she found him playing with a child, whom he claimed to be his own.

The morning following her fiancé's talk with her about wild hallucinations and stories of the fantastic that he actually seemed to believe were real, she walked into the study to find him playing with a small child of a several years. She had never seen him so much as hold a child before and suddenly now he was on his knees on the floor laughing and playing with a young boy with golden hair and bright eyes. Shocked and somewhat hurt, she had demanded to know what was going on, confused at why he suddenly had a young boy in his care and why he was acting so strange.

"How can you be sure?" Miss Rose asked after he had explained his theory of the boy being his own to her. She surveyed her fiancé closely, noticing that the faraway look of sadness and longing that was usual present in his eyes was gone, replaced by a blazing determination. Still, she disregarded this, and pressed, "How can you know that this boy is your son? He could be anyone's!"

"He is my son," he answered firmly, holding the child proudly in his arms. "I know it."

She sighed. Of all the problems she had thought she might encounter, cold feet for the wedding included, this is one she did not think would occur. Claiming to have been saved, then ravaged by a mermaid who then dropped off a long lost child a few weeks before the wedding? Not likely. She composed herself. "I think you're just worked up from our talk last night," she said rationally. "You're just stressed. That's why you're thinking these things."

"I am not stressed. I'm perfectly calm." He looked at her. "I know what I have to do."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What you have to do?" she repeated incredulously, her anxiety increasing by the moment.

He nodded solemnly. "I have to find her!"

Miss Rose hesitated, watching him gently deposit the golden-haired child on the couch before turning back to her. "Find - who?" she asked cautiously, but she already knew the answer. She was silently praying to herself that this was some sort of sick joke, that he had gotten second thoughts at their soon to occur nuptials, but the way he spoke with such conviction made it sound as if he actually believed it to be real.

"The mermaid!" he said, striding over to her, his face shinning with conviction. "I have to find her! She's here - she must be! That's why our son is here. She must be nearby!"

Again Miss Rose hesitated. "I - I know that falling overboard must have been a traumatic experience for you," she said carefully, speaking as delicately as possible, "but you must be reasonable. There are no such thing as mermaids. Your mind made up that story so you could cope with the experience. Surely you understand that what you're saying is senseless?"

"You don't believe me?" His eyes flashed and she recoiled in surprise. He was a calm and gentle man and she had never seen him angry before. "I didn't lie! The mermaid is real! How can you doubt that?"

She turned away, looking flustered. "I'm sorry - there's just no proof - "

He looked at her coldly. "If my word isn't good enough for you, then my son should be sufficient proof."

"Darling!" Miss Rose said in exasperation, "that's the point! There is no proof, no logical reason why he could be your - " She stopped in mid-sentence, for the child had suddenly risen from his seat and ran to the window. Pointing excitedly out it at the sea's expanse, he turned to the adults as if he were about to speak, and hummed a strange tune, his eyes glimmering brightly.

Miss Rose stared. How many times had she heard that same song? It wasn't a tune sung in the taverns in the town or by maids to their charges, for it had an eerie, ethereal sound to it, not of this world. It was a song hummed by her fiancé, whenever he walked along the shoreline. It was the song he hummed so that the mermaid would know where to find him. The song that he had told her last night that the mermaid had sang to him. And now the child hummed it.

"The sea song," the man whispered, staring in wonder at the child. "He knows it! She must have sang it to him!" He turned to Miss Rose excitedly. "Now do you believe me?"

She hesitated. What was she supposed to say? Her fiancé had suddenly taken a sailor's delusion and spun it into a story that he actually believed! But despite her reluctance and her fear, her doubt was beginning to dissipate. She didn't understand why, all she knew was that against her will, she was beginning to believe his story. "He - he has your eyes," she said finally. It was true: the dark gaze of his father was evident in the look of the son; but the hair - the golden locks must be from his mother.

"Yes," he said absently, turning back to look at the child. "He is my son."

Miss Rose took a deep breath. "Alright then," she said softly. "Let's say he is your son. What are you going to do then?"

He gathered the child in his arms from the window and rocked him tenderly. "I have to find his mother. This might be my only chance to see her again."

"Are you sure that she's even here?" Miss Rose took the weary child from him and laid the boy on the couch, pulling a blanket over him.

"Please, Miss Rose," the man said, looking at her desperately. Try to understand: I have to look for her. I have to find her. I love her."

Anger rose in her quickly. How dare he claim to love another when they were already betrothed? But then the anger, just like her doubts, began to fade. She sighed. Her whole life, she had been raised knowing that she would one day marry a man she barely knew, a man she didn't love, and that she would bare him children. She knew there wasn't a way around it, so she told herself since she couldn't have the love of a man, she would simply have to be content with loving her child instead. She did not love her fiancé, she cared for him, but it was not love. Yet, the schoolgirl within her remembered the novels of love and romance that she had been forced to read; rather unfairly, since a chance at love would never be hers, but still, how could she refuse him? He only wanted to find his love. And whether she was real or some mythical figure, surely there could be no harm in allowing him to see her again? Sighing, Miss Rose looked at the child and couldn't help but smile. "Go," she said softly, not taking her eyes off the golden-haired boy. "I'll watch him while you're gone."

He looked surprised for a moment, then smiled, kissed her cheek in thanks and slipped quickly out the door, running down the road that lead to the sea.

* * * *

The mermaid was watching the waves roll in below the manor up on the sea-cliffs when the human man approached. She didn't hear him come and didn't see him until his shadow fell near her. Startled, she twisted quickly in her seat on the rock, her fear quickly dissipating into surprise when she saw the human.

Even though it had been years, she knew him. He hadn't changed much. He looked healthier, less starving, more cared for, and perhaps his dark hair was cut in a different style, and he had a different style of clothing on, but his eyes still had the same dark, steady gaze that was filled with love and kindness.

She looked the same to him; perhaps more weary, more sad, but she was still as beautiful as she was before to him. Her eyes widened when she saw him, then her face broke into a smile of pure happiness.

He didn't say a word. He didn't need to. He went to her, looking dazed with joy, and knelt at her side, gazing openly at her in wonder. She laughed, and then hummed as she beckoned him to come to her, gathering him closer to her. He did not hesitate to nestle into her arms, feeling safe and content for the first time in years. And after the feeling of contentment came an entirely different feeling that was just as, if not more, welcome.

She hesitated for a moment, but as soon as she felt his hands upon her she melted, unable to resist him. Sighing, she leaned back and let him pull himself beside her on the rock. His eyes were filled with tears, but they were tears of joy at finally finding her again, and soon his lips found hers and then she was lost in his embrace. As before, he was wearing the strange human garb, but she remembered how to remove it. She tugged at the strange cloth, her fingers, though nimble, fumbling at the straps and buckles that bound his clothes to him. He pushed himself up and helped her, tearing at his clothes with abandon until his shirt, belt, pants, vest, and any other unwanted articles of clothing that shielded his body from her gaze were removed and he was kneeling naked beside her.

Her eyes lit up when she saw his thin body at her side, his skin tanned from work outside, his penis jutting out from his body proudly and she looked longingly at him. It had been so long since she had experienced the pleasures that he had given her. Her coupling with the merman had been anything but pleasurable, and besides that encounter, her first time with the human had been her only time. And she was looking forward to a repeat experience. And from the way he was looking at her, and from the way his rigid cock stood at attention, its tip gleaming with precum, she knew he felt the same way.

His kissed her again, then pulled back, his eyes hungrily roving over her body. He remembered that when they were underwater, his tongue seemed to have little effect on her; besides its flexible length, it was little more than a finger in the water. But on land it would have a far different effect. Outside of the water he could do whatever he pleased with his tongue. Smiling, he slid down the length of her body until his head was level with her stomach. Tenderly, he kissed the smooth contour of her belly, tasting the sweet flesh there and running his hands over her as she drew back in surprise at the feeling, then quickly revealed in it. His kisses began to travel down, until his lips began to gently caress her silvery scales instead of her pale skin. The scales, even on land, were still soft to the touch, and he could feel the lean power beneath them. He rubbed his face against them, then ducked his head down even lower.

She was at first surprised and somewhat curious at what he was doing, but as soon as his questing fingers touched her slit, she gasped in shock and then pleasure, settling back down and letting him continue. He gently probed his fingers around her opening, dipping them in when he saw the opening flex wider, inviting him in. He loved the way she squirmed when his fingers entered her, searching the places he would soon enter more thoroughly, stretching her so that she was ready for him. And when his fingers were done, he lowered his face to her.

His warm breath on her entrance made her draw her breath in sharply, her eyes wide as she watched him lean closer and closer to her pleasure center. He gently kissed her slit and her opening fluttered, as if it were trying to kiss him back. So he did kiss it back, but this time he used his tongue. The sound that she made when his tongue probe into her was indescribable. She gripped the rock and gasped, moaning and humming at the same time as his tongue slipped inside of her. He began to lap at her slit, kissing the rim of it, lavishing his tongue deep within her dark places until her hips began to thrust in involuntary, rhythmic jabs. He gripped her tail more firmly and kissed her slit more passionately, driving his tongue into her until he drank her sweet juices. Then he pulled back. He gazed at her breathlessly, then he quickly clambered up atop her body and positioned himself. He was hard, rampant, and ready.

She squealed in delight as he rolled himself atop her, straddling her muscular tail with his legs, his penis hard and ready. She smiled, coaxing him to her, humming happily as he laid on her, stroking her hair with his hand. Then he reached down and positioned himself.

It was heaven, sliding into her. She was deliciously warm and tight, her hot tunnel gripping his hardened shaft as he angled himself deeper into her. She gasped, he moaned. Such pleasure had not been afforded to either of them in so long. He was far more tender than the merman, she was far more pleasurable than the prostitute. He held her tightly as he rocked himself within her, thrusting lightly at first, then harder and harder until her fingers dug deep into his back. Then he felt his balls clench, tightening to his body and her walls contracted around him and he cried out in pleasure. He felt a glorious warmth around him and she felt his hot seed surge deep within her as they both climaxed together.

When he collapsed upon her breathlessly, she sighed in happiness. His fertile seed had been planted deep within her, his love proven through his labors of pleasure. She hummed softly to him, running her hands through his hair until he looked up at her wearily and smiled in contentment. He rolled off her, settling beside her on the rock, and wrapped his arms around her, resting with her in the crook of of arm contentedly. He whispered his story to her, his life, his love, and how much he had longed for her. She hummed to him, singing a song of what their son was like, how she had pined for his love, and how much she had missed him. He didn't understand her exact words, but he understood her meaning. Such was the magic of the mermaid song.

As she nestled closer to him, she hummed a gentle siren song, singing images to him so that he'd understand what she wanted, what she intended, and he closed his eyes, letting the images that she conjured overwhelm him until her song changed to a lullaby and he fell into a deep sleep.

He awoke to find the mermaid in his arms. She was awake and shivering, her eyes wide and continually sweeping the shoreline as she took shelter beside him. He realized that she was probably frightened, that she was not used to being on land in the dark and cold of night. He had failed to comfort her in his world after she had comforted him and reassured him so thoroughly in hers. He leaned over and kissed her neck. "Don't worry," he murmured into her ear. "You're safe." He didn't know if she understood him, but the way she hummed softly in reassurance he reasoned she already knew.

* * * *

When he had returned the following morning, Miss Rose was worried sick. She had cared for the child all day and had found him to be delightful, but strange. He was enchanted by the most mundane things, as if he had never seen a tea pot before, but he certainly was not stupid. In fact, he was one of the brightest children she had ever seen. He was curious, and very playful, laughing and running about excitedly, but he always listened to her when she would use a stern voice. By the end of the day, though they were from different places, they understood one another.

When she woke up the following morning, the child was curled up in her arms, sleeping peacefully, and her fiancé had returned.

"Miss Rose?" he said quietly, kneeling beside her as he gently shook her awake. "I need to show you something."

They walked together, all three of them holding hands, as they came down from the manor to the seaside. The child laughed in delight at being on the shore again and ran forward, his heels kicking up sand as he ran along the crashing waves, squealing when the water's foamy crests surged to his ankles. Rose smiled and gripped her fiancé's hand. This could be their life. But he only looked beyond her at the sea and there was a longing in his eyes that she couldn't understand. All she ever wanted was a family. She never asked for love. Being from a well-to-do family, she would never understand what love truly was, but she understood devotion. And it pained her that he was incapable of being devoted to her.

"Here," he said, tugging on her hands. "Right here." He lead her eagerly to the array of rocks that were clustered by the shore and helped her step over the scattered stones to find the smooth, flat rock that he had visited the day before and she followed him obediently, looking apprehensive and somewhat worried.

The mermaid was there, just as he knew she would be. Her pale skin shimmered in the sunlight, dimmed on by her radiant locks of golden hair and the glimmer of the scales of her fin. When they arrived, she looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of Rose, but a slight smile still curled at the corners of her lips. She was happy to see him.

Miss Rose was shocked. She drew back with a gasp, her hand reflexively tightening in his, and stared openly at the beautiful mermaid languishing on the sun-soaked rock before her. "It's - it's a mermaid!" she whispered. "She's real! She's actually real!"

He laughed. "Now do you believe me?" He took the look of complete shock on Miss Rose's face to mean yes. Smiling, he led her eagerly to the rock the mermaid was seated upon. "She told me that I was right, he is my son - " he said in a low voice.

Miss Rose nodded absently. Of course it was their son. It all seemed to make sense now. Everything was beginning to make sense. He had been telling the truth all along... She quickly went up to the beautiful creature. "How do you do?" she said, extending her hand courteously to the mermaid, who looked at it in surprise, unsure of what to do.

He laughed. "She doesn't speak English," he explained.

Miss Rose raised a brow. "Then how was she able to speak to you? How do you know what she was saying?"

The far away look returned in his eyes. "I'm not sure," he answered. "But somehow, when she speaks, I know what she's trying to say. Mermaids have incredible power, you know. That's how she was able to keep me alive underwater."

"Yes," Miss Rose said, still dazed, still struggling to understand it all. "I suppose it all makes sense." .

"Yes," he said. He cast a look at the mermaid, who nodded, and he took Miss Rose's hand. He wanted to prove to Miss Rose that the mermaid's existence was real before he told her his plan "Come with me," he said gently. "We need to talk."

As he lead her away to another outcropping of rocks, she asked, "So what will happen now? You have a son, and your mermaid is here, and we're supposed to - "

"I'm going to be leaving, Miss Rose," he answered softly, seating himself and gathering her close to him. "The sea is calling to me."

"Leaving?" Miss Rose pulled back. "For how long?" she said.

He hesitated. He and the mermaid had "talked" for hours the night before, telling one another of their lives, of their son, speaking to one another in the form of pictures and emotions that they both could understand. They both loved one another, but one of them had to make a choice if they were ever going to be together again. And the choice had been made. Now, all he had to do was explain it to Miss Rose. "A long time," he answered softly. "Maybe forever. I'm going to stay with the mermaid."

She looked in surprise at him, then smiled sadly. "You can't stay in the ocean forever!" she laughed.

"Yes, I can." He looked deep into her eyes, desperately wanting her to understand. "It's the only place I've ever been happy. Miss Rose, I love her. There aren't words to explain it, but there doesn't need to be; the feeling is enough. I love her!"

Miss Rose's eyes widened as she suddenly began to understand. "You're - "

"I'm sorry, dear," he said, holding her comfortingly. "I care for you deeply, but my heart belongs to her. I've loved the mermaid far longer than I've known you and this - this is my chance to be with her. To be be happy. That's all I've ever wanted."

Miss Rose looked up sadly. "Somehow, I knew this would happen. I knew that we would never be together." She shook her head. "The worst part is, I'm not even angry. I expected it to happen. What does that say about me?"

He paused. "I think it means that you've been looking for the wrong thing. Maybe marriage isn't what you want, maybe you need something else instead."

Miss Rose laughed bitterly. "Perhaps you're right. I hope you are. And I hope I find it."

"You will," he said, kissing her cheek. "I promise."

Miss Rose glanced at the sea, her eyes surveying the way the crests of foam broke on the water as they were carried in by the wind and waves before they crashed upon the shore. She turned back to him, feeling tears beginning to fill her eyes. "But how will you live? You're not a mermaid! You can't breath underwater! You can't expect her to hold onto you the rest of your lives."

He smiled, picturing the image and finding no flaw in it. But practically, he knew it would be too much to ask. But he had an answer to that problem. "The mermaid," he murmured, stroking her hair, "she can change me. I can become like her."

"Like magic?" Miss Rose whispered, pulling away from him with eyes wide in disbelief.

He laughed. "A bit, but not quite. The merpeople have their ways with song. She can make me like her. Then we can be together." His face shone with happiness at the very thought.

But Miss Rose frowned. "But what about the child? If you leave, what will become of him?"

He looked saddened. "That's the one flaw in the plan. You see, he's half human, half merchild. And her powers are only enough to change one of us." His gaze traveled to where the child was curled up in his mother's arms, resting peacefully, and he looked away painfully. "He spent the first few years of his life as a merchild," he explained softly. "Now he must spend an equal amount as a human child. When the years are numbered the same, he will have the ability to choose which form he wishes to remain in, but until then he must be human."

Miss Rose followed his gaze to the sleeping child, an idea coming into her head. "How old is he?" she asked softly, marveling at the similarities between the child and mother. At first she thought the child resembled his father, but now that she saw him nestled up against his mother's breast she saw the similarities between them as well. He had the best of both of his parents.

"He'll make his choice before he becomes a man, but he will still be young." He hesitated. "I don't want him to be alone. All my wealth will go to him, but even in the best schools, he'll be alone, without a family - "

"I'll take care of him," Miss Rose said suddenly.

He looked up at her in surprise, but as soon as she said it, she realized that she meant it wholeheartedly. She wanted a child. She knew, in any marriage of her class, it was all centered on politics and prosperity, never on love. SHe had known from an early age that she would never find love, or be allowed to find it, but a child she would be expected to have and a child she could love. And so she had waited until her dowry was paid and she could get married. Then she could have a child and could give it all the love in the world. That was all she ever wanted.

"Yes," Miss Rose whispered. "I can take care of him. I'll tend to him as I would my own." She wrapped her arms around him, looking at him pleadingly. "Please, if you cannot marry me and give me a child, then let me take this one. You said that I was looking for the wrong thing and I think you're right. What I need is a child. That's what I want." She looked at the little boy and smiled, feeling happy. "I'll care for him and raise him until it is the time to make his choice."

"You would do this for me? You would raise my child? Why?"

Miss Rose smiled sadly. "You have something I can never have. Who am I to deny it to you?" She gently touched his cheek. "Go be with the woman you love. When the child's time comes, I will bring him to the seaside, to this very place. We can all be reunited then." She kissed his cheek. "You will see him again."

"Miss Rose," he murmured, looking at her in wonder, unsure of what to say. "Thank you."

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The mermaid watched her child playing on the shore. He was such a happy boy, laughing and tumbling about in the sand, building up great castles that were strikingly similar to her own palace home, then striking them down and shouting triumphantly from his conquests. She would kiss him and hug him, sweep him up into her arms and comb her fingers through his golden hair, but he couldn't be hers. He had to go away, but one day, they could be together again.

When the man returned from his talk with the woman, they both looked tired, but content. Her eyes were shinning with tears, but she was not crying. Sometimes her gaze would flicker over to the man, but then it would be drawn to the child instead. When the man explained to her what was going to happen, she understood him and she understood why the woman was so sad. She stayed as long as she could with her son, humming to him, stroking his tender skin, kissing his face, but soon, it was time to leave.

The mermaid kissed her son's cheek and he laughed, not understanding that it was a farewell. A farewell, but not forever, but it was still sorrowful. The child ran to his father, who held him close and ruffled his hair, then gently pushed him toward Miss Rose.

Miss Rose gathered the child in her arms, where he yawned tiredly. She looked longing one last time at the man who was to be her husband, watching him go happily to the mermaid, then she kissed the child in her arms and turned back toward the manor, a smile on her face. He would be happy, she knew, happier than he would be with her, and she would be happy, too, with a child to love and raise. Now they could all have what they had always wanted.

As soon as Miss Rose and his son had disappeared into the distance, he turned to his beloved. She motioned for him to come upon the rock that she was perched on and as soon as he climbed up beside her, she playfully tugged at his clothing. It was time. In moments, it was off, all of his clothes discarded haphazardly around the rock and he stood before her, naked. She looked him up and down, drinking in the sight of his human body for the last time.

The mermaid smiled and gathered him to her and kissed him gently. He closed his eyes for a moment, telling himself that this was his last chance to turn back, otherwise it would be his last moments as a human. But when he opened his eyes, they were burning with passion: he was ready. Once he was within her arms, she began to hum.

The change came suddenly. He was holding her in his arms and suddenly he felt a great warmth rushing through him. His eyes widened and he clung to her tightly. At first he felt a strange pain in his stomach, a deep aching that quickly turned to a sharp, stabbing pain. He gasped, drawing his breath in sharply through his teeth as the pain suddenly boiled within him, then spread in a flash. His legs immediately went numb and he felt them draw together, as if his hips were shifting to angle his bones to point together; but then his leg bones felt like molten liquid and he soon was unaware of what was happening with his lower appendages. As soon as he was distracted by the pain in his legs, it shot simultaneously to his chest and arms, then his entire upper body burned with pain. He grunted, partially from pain, but mostly in terror: he was going to be a merman, not a fish! Why did his entire body have to change? But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, it vanished, as did the pain. Blinking, he reached up and touched his face in apprehension, only to find that it was exactly the same. His ears were a little differently shaped, his hair perhaps more waxen, but was most different was his physique, which before had been thin, was now amplified with lean muscle. He looked himself over curiously; he supposed that he needed the muscles if he were to survive underwater. She smiled as she continued her song, touching his neck and chest, reminding him that the more important change were his gills and the ability to breath underwater and on land.

A smile of thanks began to cross his face until his eyes caught site of his legs, which had for a moment been forgotten during the discovery of his upper body change. When he looked down, he gasped and recoiled at the sight. His legs looked momentarily like some strange, rubbery substance. They had moved together so that they were almost combined and a strange, blubbery skin stretched between them, connecting them. The sight was repulsive for a moment, then the mermaid hummed faster, and they quickly melded and became a massive tail. He leaned back in wonder, staring at the fleshy tail. It was so strange. It was flesh colored and scale-less and settled on top of it was his flaccid cock and balls. Again, it stayed this way for only the briefest of moments before the mermaid's song made it change again. As he watched, he felt the burning heat spread, causing the tip of his tail to sear with pain, his entire tail to burn slightly, and his cock to twitch.

His tail turned from flesh to a green-blue hue and suddenly silvery outlines of scales began to appear. With another surge of heat, he gasped as he suddenly experienced the sensation of his balls being sucked into his body. He reached down and clutched at himself, watching in horror as his testicles withdrew into himself, then as his cock stand up, semi-rigid, then sink in as well, leaving behind a gaping hole from which it issued. Then the hole closed too, leaving his groin area sexless in outward appearance.

As he flexed his tail experimentally, he noticed the outlines of the scales had hardened and then pushed forth, layering themselves until his tail was covered in scales, like the mermaid's. Finally, with a final pulse of heat surging through his body, and a crescendo to the mermaid's humming song, he watched as his fins pushed out from the tip of him, making his tail complete. He looked himself over in shock. He was actually a merman! She smiled, moving back to examine him, humming in approval. He gently splayed his hand on his stomach and ran it down the length of his lower torso, marveling at the way his smooth skin changed to scales. He ran his hand over his lean muscles, he touched the smooth scales, he flexed his tail, the same way the mermaid did when she sunbathed. It was real! It actually worked! His eyes surveyed himself a final time before looking up at the mermaid with a ridiculously happy grin on his face.

She looked him over and smiled. He made such a handsome merman. His torso was more tanned than most, because he was used to being out in the sun, but it was nicely off set by his glimmering tail of sea-green scales. His dark hair and deep eyes were the same as before, but they seemed different somehow, now that he was a merman and not human. And, of course, he no longer needed those bothersome clothes. She leaned over and kissed him, lightly at first, then with more and more passion. He responded happily, wrapping his arms around her and pressing their bodies together as they kissed upon the rock. They rolled, kissing more and more passionately, driving their tongues into each other's mouths when suddenly, he made a soft sound and pulled back with wide eyes. She was concerned for a moment, then she realized why and smiled again.

He sat in a sitting position with her at his side and gazed down at himself in disbelief. The smooth scales of his tail were beginning to do something. He felt a heat deep within and a need stir there, similar to a feeling of arousal, but much more intense. And as he watched, the scales that covered where his genitals used to be gently parted, showing a small hole in his tail that pursed open and shut for a moment, as if it were breathing, then it opened all the way. The man grunted, feeling something deep within him stir and gripped the mermaid's hand in shock as he felt his penis begin to harden and push itself out.

It slowly pushed out, swelling enough so that its head popped forth from its slit. Then it steadily began to ease out of its home, slowly emerging as its smooth, slippery length oozed out along his scales. He stared at it in wonder as it came forth, much longer than his previous member, then began to swell more, hardening as his gaze was fixed upon it. It was not so different from a human penis, save its end was not mushroomed but blunt, and that it seemed far more flexible, even when it was hard. It was long and thick, its tip tapered to a blunt point, and, despite being composed of hardened flesh, had a faint tint to it the color of his green scales. Though its length was smooth, like polished wood, its sleekness was interrupted by ridges that cleft every few inches, providing rough bumps on his cock that they were both sure would provide pleasure. They both watched breathlessly as it slowly bobbed upwards, its entirety growing in length and girth until the fleshy pole was pointed up toward the sky. The mermaid's eyes widened hungrily.

He curiously reached his hand out and wrapped his fingers around the base. Jolts of pleasure rolled through him at the sensation of human flesh on his sensitive scaly organ. Breathing heavily, he slowly dragged his hand upwards, squeezing the shaft as he went, and the pleasure grew stronger and radiated from his rod. He rubbed his hand over the knobby tip, causing a drop of clear liquid to appear there, then began to move his hand down. It was an entirely different sensation. As his hand traveled downwards, it rubbed the bumps the wrong way and each little ridge was upturned ever so slightly, creating prick-points of intense pleasure in his manhood and generating friction in his hand. The mermaid's eyes followed his hand's meanderings with anticipation.

Slowly, she reached her hand out and gently touched its rigid length, her touch eliciting a low moan from him. He squirmed, his body writhing on the rock, as he threw his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure. Seeing her partner in such obvious pleasure, she quickly continued, wrapping her hand around his length. He watched her, propping his head up with his hands behind his head, and gazing in open amazement as her hand gently traveled from its thick base up, over the ridges, to its tip, where her palm tenderly caressed its blunt tip, smearing the clear liquid there, before dragging the soft skin of her hand back down again.

He shuddered, making sounds in his throat he didn't even think were possible, and when her hand traveled back up and found his sensitive tip again, he was surprised to find himself making a humming noise. Her eyes gleamed at his and she quickly continued, grinning. It felt more amazing than he could imagine! She continued this for a while, pressing her smooth body against his, touching as much of him as she possibly could. He closed his eyes and leaned back into her as she continued to fist his long, slick length. He moaned loudly, rocking his body in time to her squeezing hand, his tail twitching involuntarily as she pleasured him faster and faster.

Then, she suddenly stopped and pulled away. He opened his eyes in surprise and looked pleadingly at her; but when she smiled and moved off him, opening her arms to him, he understood why she had stopped. Now he was harder than he'd ever been in his entire life and the mermaid was laying beside him, invitingly and just as aroused as he. He couldn't help but smile.

Then, long at last, he rolled himself on top of her, feeling clumsy with his new body on land, but maneuvering it to the best of his abilities. He adjusted himself, shifting his body so that her delicate form lay on the rock beneath him, framed by his arms that braced him up. He grunted, moving himself, unsure of how to position their lower bodies, since unlike humans, they could not open their legs to fit into one another. Instead, he moved himself so that he was laying directly atop of her, his smooth scales settling on hers, finding comfort in the warmth that her body emanated. He shuddered, feeling his dripping penis slide over her scales onto the skin of her stomach, where it rested, waiting for a warmer, tighter place to rest. For a moment, he gazed at her, drinking in her beauty, her innocence, her charm. SHe smiled enticingly to him, stroking his arms with her soft hands, coaxing him to continue. He, too smiled, and adjusted himself.

Leaning down, he kissed her full on the mouth, running his hands through her silken hair, inhaling her scent. She gently curled her fin around his and made a soft sound, an enticing noise, and he understood what she wanted. It was what he wanted, too. Pushing himself up, he held his weight up with one arm while he moved the other one down to where his manhood jutted out proudly. His fingers ran down her scales to where her scales opened for him and became slippery, and he gently prodded his finger there, causing her to draw her breath in quickly. Then he took his hand and guided his stiffened rod to where her opening was, and made a soft sound when he felt his tip touch her entrance. Once his tip was settled at her opening, he kissed her a final time, then firmly pushed himself into her.

She gasped. He was so much more larger as a merman than he was as a human, and he was large to her as a human to begin with. But it was not painful. She relished every pinprick of pain that his girth sent through the ribbed walls of her cave, spreading her insides until she thought she would burst. She shuddered as she felt his long length push through her tunnel and past its end, forcing its way past her cervix. The mermaid gripped him tightly when his tip tapped the walls of her womb, but though it was an alien feeling to her, she knew it would soon become a familiar one. But it felt good, oh, so good to have him within her again, so pleasurably deep and wide, and it felt even better to have him as a merman.

He seemed to enjoy entering her as much as she enjoyed being entered. The way her inner walls stretched apart to accommodate him, but at the same time squeezed upon his length so firmly, drove him wild with need. So he pushed, slowly hilting himself within her, imagining what it must feel like for her to hold his girth within her. Though she was tight he kept pushing, more and more, until her insides were spread wide for him and until his scales that surrounded his groin rested on hers. He paused once he had hilted her, basking in the sensation of having his new cock sheathed in something so small and delicate.

Pulling back was more difficult. She was tight, tighter than before since he was so large, and the ridges made it even harder. Her insides gripped him so firmly that he didn't think she would ever release him, but even as he gripped her firmly to withdraw, the ridges on his length proved problematic. Every time he went to withdraw, their hardened crests strained against her soft walls, making her cry out and making his eyes widen at the feeling. Her very insides were literally catching on his cock, tugging at it, and rubbing it in the most pleasurable way possible. He sighed in pleasure and looked at her, his beautiful mermaid, his love, and he smiled at her.

Then he began to move. She made soft, throaty sounds as he pulled himself out of her, then pushed himself back in. It was hard work, as it was before, because she was so tight, but once he had thrust in and out of her a few times, wetting her tunnel with his precum, her own juices slickening the way, penetration became easier. Although he was not new to making love to the mermaid, this time felt different. Fucking her as a merman was far more intensely pleasurable for them both and it practically drove him to madness as he serviced her. While he had began with gentle humping, relishing the most minute feeling of pleasure that her body provided, it soon proved to be too pleasurable for him to savor it. So he began to move faster, thrusting harder, thrusting deeper, straining to drive himself as much in as possible. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck, groaning from the pleasurable experience she was giving him.

She gasped, her tail flipping up and curling so that it touched his rippling back, and wrapped her arms even more tightly around him. He was still thrusting, as hard and as fast as before, but now something else was building. She moaned, throwing her head back so that her golden hair was splayed upon the rock behind her, surrounding her head like a halo. Everywhere he touched her, she felt alive, his very caress making her skin tingle with warmth and life. The mermaid clung to him tightly and lost herself to the movement of their lovemaking and the pleasures that it provided.

He began to grunt, unable to help himself, since it was laborious work thrusting into the beautiful, tight mermaid. But it was worth the effort. She shifted herself and he felt her cunt tighten around him like a vice and he gasped in surprise and pleasure and quickly began to increase his pace. Soon he was thrusting into her faster and faster, feeling the friction of penetrating her generating a warm feeling around his straining cock. Finally, he cried out and buried his face into her breasts, humping her violently, desperately trying to get himself even deeper into her even faster than before. The pleasure ran in white hot surges down his throbbing cock as he continued to mash his manhood deep into her depths, his tail writhing about madly as he struggled for a deeper purchase.

He thrust, faster and faster, harder and harder, hearing the sound of their scales scraping lightly against one another, the sound of his tail thumping against the rock as he rocketed himself forward, trying to get a deeper penetration, the sound of their labored breathing all culminating into their climax. Finally, he felt his internal testicles begin to bunch up. His eyes widened and he made a strangled sound in his throat as he felt a great heat deep inside of him as his sperm began to boil in his balls. Gasping as he felt his scalding hot seed blast down the long length of this throbbing penis, he gripped her even harder and threw himself into her, getting his slippery, hard length as deep into her clenching walls as possible before he exploded into her.

Her walls were rippling around his rigid member. She was gasping now, her humming sounds becoming more and more moan-like as he continued his thrusting labors into her deepest places. The ridges on his penis were rubbing her insides just right, the slickness of his stiff member making his entrance quick and painless, but the ridges catching on her internal walls making her shudder in pleasure. He was moving faster now, even faster than before, and she could only hold on to him as he continued to thrust into her. The heat swelling deep within her was growing, stronger and stronger, until she thought she would pass out from the pleasure.

He moaned loudly, clutching her, and exploded into her. She cried out at the feeling of her insides being coated by his spewing member, the hot seed flooding her womb and filling her completely. Immediately, she felt her own walls begin to rhythmically contract, tightening around his ejaculating penis, and she came as hard as he did. He gasped at the feeling of her climax around his shaft and thrust even harder in response. Cum was surging down his pulsing rod and exploding into her, her walls were throbbing like a vice around him, the heat engulfed his genitals until he was completely overwhelmed, thrusting mindless into her while the pleasure burst in waves, rocking through them both until they could only thrust, gasp, moan, and clutch one another as they were both lost entirely to the overwhelming pleasure of their mutual climax.

When their climaxes had finally slowed and then stopped, he laid exhaustedly on top of her, panting for breath. He pushed himself up wearily and looked at her, surveying her beautiful face, her gentle gaze, her loving smile. He grinned happily, feeling satisfied and content for the first time in a long time and tenderly withdrew his softening length from her with a quiet slurp. He glanced down as his member sank back into him and as her opening, milky white fluid draining from it, also closed. He then collapsed beside her, holding her close, and closed his eyes, basking in the after glow of their lovemaking. He knew that he had made the right choice to be with her.

She kissed him, letting her flower petal lips linger on his cheek, moving to his ear, caressing his skin tenderly. She whispered her name to him in her strange language. He wrapped his arms around her and answered in the same, humming dialect. They laid on the rock all day, bathing in the sun's warmth and when night came and the sea breeze turned cool, they splashed back into the warm waves, twirling about each other, their bodies twisting fluidly in the water, their arms encircling the other, their faces shining with happiness. Finally, after all these years they could be together. Nothing would ever come between them again.

He hummed his love to her, the gentle song sounding suddenly so natural, so much more meaningful than his own clumsy human speech, the song fully capturing the full array of his feelings toward her.

She answered him with her own song that mingled with his so well, singing of love and happiness beneath the waves.