The Mermaid
The boy... maybe 16, 17 years of age, slowly walks down the shore. A long wooden pole hangs over his shoulder, and a pail of bait in his hands. He has long brown hair, and bright blue eyes. The soft curls, his hair is extremely curly, hang about a handsome, youthful face. he is wearing heavily worn, patched clothing of a brownish grey. His feet are bare, and his skin is bronzed from too much sun
The mermaid is curled up in a coral reef a few hundred feet offshore. She is young, maybe 18 years, but her body has fully developed as far as mermaids go. Long, blonde hair floats lazily about her, held in place by a starfish. Her body is slender and well toned, not an ounce of fat on her. A long, muscular red tail takes the place of her legs, which is coiled around her to provide warmth in the slightly chilly water.
The rather innocent, still virgin boy steps tot he side of the shore, not seeing the mermaid. He pushes some dead fish into a small mesh pouch, and stips entirely, not knowing any are anywhere near. He takes the fishing spear, and dives into the water, swiming out towards the reef to do some fishing
The mermaid yawns and lazily opens her dark turquoise eyes, idly looking around her submerged den. A hole in the roof allows some sunlight to travel through, which allows a makeshift sundial to function. She observes that it is time to hunt, and, with a stretch of her arms and tail, she slowly swims off to hunt on the reef.
The boy sees a rather large Tuna, and slides after it slowly, holding hsi breath tightly. HIs spear at the ready, he slides after it, his eyes bulding from effort of holding his breath for as long as he is doing. He stabs at the tuna, missing it barely, and watches it swim away. He slides up tot he reef, climbing atop the water, gasping for air
The mermaid slips through the reef unseen, hugging the shadows and crevasses like the master huntress she is. She passes up several smaller fish until she spies a massive Tuna. Her lips curl up to reveal white, sharp teeth, and she slowly begins to follow the tuna, staying behind and below it so as not to alert it to her presence.
He breathes hard, then looks down, seeing a large shape following the tuna. He smiles, sliding down in, and diving down at the mermaid, not recognizing her for what she is, and stabbing towards her with his spear. His mouth is watering, even as he wonders what the fish he is about to get is..
A sudden disturbance of the water startles the mermaid, and she quickly turns around to see the wooden spear hurtling towards her. She cries out in surprise before twisting her tail out of the way of the projectile, which passes harmlessly. The commotion caused the Tuna to disappear, which greatly angered the Siren. Furiously, she turned towards where the spear had come from and saw the naked youth. Her face softened as she realized what this opportunity had brought her, another meal.
The boy freezes, his body jolting in shock at the sight of the mermaid. He floats there, his mouth opening, all his air escaping his lungs in his shock. he then swallows, getting water, and imediately rushes up towards the surface, needing air desperatly
The mermaid smiles as she watches the boy desperately grab for the surface. She idly considered drowning him right then and there, but decided against it as she thought of other uses for the boy. She closed her eyes and concentrated deep within herself, and slowly began to sing a haunting and beautiful melody. The music was beautiful in its own right, but she slowly opened her eyes and began to lace it with Siren magic, which men found impossible to turn away from.
The poor boy is gasping air as he hears the sound. he shudders, slumping against a rock, breathing quickly, harsh pants. His poor virgin body is flushing with hormones, and he feels himself stiffen. he looks down at the mermaid, his eyes widening in longing
She smiles, knowing full well that her song is working. She drifts upwards, floating a few meters below the surface so as not to spook him, but inviting him to join her in the cool, clear depths. Seeing that he needs a bit more persuasion, she surfaces and begins singing above water, where her song is even more potent. Slowly, she begins to pull herself up onto the rock next to him, her red tail slithering out of the water and glistening in the morning sun.
The virgin slides towards her hesitantly, looking over at her with wide eyes. His body is filled wiht longing... with desire, his member stiffening at the sight of the first nude woman he has ever seen. He shudders slightly, moving closer and closer towards her, wanting her... needing her...
She smiles softly as her tail breaks free of the water, and winces in pain as her spine splits in two and her body realligns to that of a perfectly proportioned and beautiful maiden, straight out of the virgin's dreams. "Hello there," she almost whispered, ending her song but continuing to lace her words with magic.
The boy swallows very hard, moving towards her gingerly, sliding closer. He remains about a foot away, watching helplessly, but not knowing truely how to proceed. He is breathing hard, his member stiffening to a full six inches of length. He stares at her with rapture, gaze lingering up and down her form
She giggles, staring deep into his eyes. "What might your name be?" she asked, her voice sounding so intoxicating to the youth. She also moves closer to him, sliding her bare legs and rear over the rocks to be closer to her "catch."
He stares into her eyes, his unformed mind is probably like putty in her mind's hands. He watches her helplessly, whispering "My... my name? My... my...name...is...um...James...." in a soft, youthful voice. He stares at her with obvious, helpless, lust...
Her telepathic abilities, greatly diminished in her human form, still are able to pick up the incredible nervousness and uncertainty within the boy. She smiles, knowing that this one will be perfect. "Well, James, I have a problem. I don't have a name! Could you pick one for me?" she almost whispers, her soft voice able to be heard above the waves.
He remains froze to the spot, watching her, not even notcing her having inched closer. He whispers "A ... name? A name?... I..um... How... about..um.... Laura?" in a hesitant way, watching her with wide eyes. His hands rub his thighs in his nervousness, not even knowing why he feels so attracted... so uncertainly unable to look away
She smiles and blinks, enjoying her name. "Laura? That's a good name, thank you so much, James!" she exclaims, moving a hand to his cheek. As she touches him, a jolt of electricity seems to run through his body as she telepathically stimulates his five senses to make sure he is in perfect health.
He jolts, his eyes blinking rapidly at the strange feeling. He shivers, his lips parting slightly, his eyes watching her now in that same adoring way. His member remains stiff, like a mast above the raft of his thighs. He stares at her, his perfectly healthy, wiry body afire with desire...
She smiles and moves closer to him, her breasts and body inviting him closer. "So, James...Jimmy, what brings you out this far to my reef? I saw you try to hurt that tuna, you were being a very bad boy," I whisper, running a hand along your body.
He shivers, helplessly leaning in for the woman's carress. His nipples are stiffening from the cool breeze, and her gentle touch. He whispers "I.... i was being bad?" in a scared tone, knowing that she might be angry at him for that
Mermaid: She smiles and runs a hand along his chest, brushing past his hard nipples and smiling slightly. "Well, you came into my home and tried to eat my dinner before I could, that doesn't sound very nice, does it?" she asks, sliding closer to him still.
He is allmsot falling down at the gentle pressure form her hands. He is breathing quickly, his body aching for her touch. He whispers "Im... sorry... i.... was ... a bad...boy..." in a hesitant tone, feeling the need to do what she wanted... and the need for something... more...
She now sits on the same rock as him, and she slowly brushes her cheek against his. "Oh, you're sorry, are you?" she whispers, slowly dancing her hand along his organ.
He shivers, his lips opening in a soft groan. His member twitches against her hand, as his body comes into contact with hers. He whispers "Im... whatever you... say..." in a soft voice, feeling excitement rushing though him at her simple touch
"There's a good boy," she giggles, kissing his neck softly. She presses her beautiful breasts against his cold chest, willing him to please her. To add to her already persuasive techniques, she hums a simple melody, lacing it with magic and bending his will towards her goals.
He follows her mind's orders, feeling blackness along the edges of his mind, feeling like his train of though is derailed... and that he missed his station. He slides down, hesitantly putting his lips between her legs, licking at her lower lips with his virgin's tounge
She moans, loving the feeling of his tongue against her human lips. The feeling was nothing like what the sex on her normal body felt like when stimulated, but due to the constraints of the situation, she was willing to compromise and deal with what she received. "Ooooh, there's a good boy!" she cooed, arching her back against the rocks and spreading her legs wide.
He licks at her like a kitten, his lips touching her probably swollen, wet lips with his tounge. His tounge slides deeper, every added consession to her mind's commands makes him feel less and less... sentinet... only knowing that somehow she is all he needs... He totaly forges about family... friends... all that exist is her...
She feels the shape of his mind change, knowing that her telepathic probes have begun to do their job. "Mmmm...good boy James!" she moans, his tongue stimulating her quickly
He continues licking at her, the motion of his head just like a cat. His tounge delves deeper into her, eagerly moving closer at the touch of her mind. He is suddenly happy, She is pleased with him! His tounge delves deeper and deeper into her, exploring
She spreads her legs wider than normally possible, her cartilage skeleton allowing for bending in strange ways that normal humans could not even attempt. She invited him deeper with a gentle mental probe, and smiled as she felt more of his humanity slip away with every stimulating lick he gave her.
His eyes roll up into his head, licking further into her. His head is pressing towards her slit, his fingers down pushing it wider open as he leans closer, licking and licking. His tounge plays up higher, as his lips seal around her exit, suckling down any of her fluids as they escape her arousal
Her fluids are salty, almost too much so, but she quickly rearranges his taste receptors and blocks out the unpleasant feeling. She moans wildly as her juices flow readily into his waiting mouth, her slit spreading wide for his face.
He pauses, unsure of her wish. Does she want him to attempt to push his face into her? The boy is unsure, his actions slowing. His lips remain sealed around her slit though, struggling, as he continues to sip at her fluids, feeling them fill his mouth, as he drink them, waiting for direction
She smiles and looks down at him. "Oh no James, you can just keep sucking and drinking and licking, no need to put your entire face in or anything strange like that." She smiled, completely sure that she had reduced his human thought capacity to a bare minimum.
James nods at her words, his mind taking them in and letting them fill it's void. He leans down, his lips sealing once more, his only world that which is leaking from her. He drinks her juices, breathing in his nose, not letting a single drop escape from her as he pushes his tounge up further, his face moving closer and closer to her slit
She smiles and arches her back again, letting an orgasm wash over her and pull her away. She releases her mental hold on him, simply allowing herself to enjoy and revel in the moment, confident that her "training" of the boy will compel him to continue pleasuring her even without telepathic incentives.
His lips are now flush with her slits, pushing against them as his eyes shut. He continues to drink of her fluids, feeling the warmth of them fill his stoumach. He continues though, his tounge flicking upwards into her, his mind swimming with pleasure from this action
She smiled, suddenly getting an idea. She wills him to stop, easily entering his mind and forcing him to sit up straight, her juices dribbling from her lips. "Well, James, that was impressive!" she giggled, pulling her legs together and winking at him.
He sits there, his body a puppet to the females' touch and mind. His lips move soundlessly, before his allmost totaly gone mind finds the will to blush, and his lips to say "Yes.... was.... good..." he cant even speak in complete sentances anymore
She smiles and kisses his lips, tasting her salty juices on them. "You're such a good boy, and to reward you, I'm going to let you stay with me, forever! How does that sound? Just you and me, James and, well, truthfully I don't enjoy the name Laura; we don't have uses for names much underwater, but just you and me nonetheless? How does that sound?"
His head titls, trying ot understand her... He finaly whispers "Yes...please..." as his head rolls, his eyes wide. His lips are licked to gather the last of her juices slowly, eagerly.
She smiles and thinks hard, then smiles again. "Well then, James, I'd like you to do something. I'd like you to, no, I'd love for you to crawl inside of me and take a little sleep, would that be okay? How does that sound?" she asks, repairing a tiny portion of his brain that allows for sentient conversation.
He is stillhaving trouble thinking, but it is better now. he says in a mumbling tone "I... am tired.... i... will..." as he slowly moves around, watching her with eager eyes, still aroused, ready for her every will
She stood up and walked up the collection of rocks to a large flat one and lay down, spreading her legs wide and feeling a slight pop as she willingly dislocated them, allowing her slit to spread to huge proportions. "Okay James, now I want you to crawl in headfirst and not stop, okay? Don't worry about breathing, just crawl and do not stop for anything. I'll help you along once you get halfway in, I can squeeze the rest of you inside of me at that point. Now, I'm going to let you telepathically talk to me when you're inside, understand?" she asked, inviting him closer.
He shivers, nodding at her words, eagerly kneeling before her. His face pushes towards her slit hesitantly, pushing slowly as he leans forward, his mind and body both eager to do her will. His hands slide to her hips, as he slowly starts to push his face into her
A moan flies from her lips as he presses into her, the stimulation of this will be truly amazing. "That's a good boy, Jimmy, don't be shy, you can do it!" she encourages, offering telepathic prodding as well.
He eagerly pushes his face forward, his hands spreading her slit for his head to push forwards. He grunts, leaning forwards, the boy, unreasonably hard and aroused, pushes and pusesh, working his head into her
Her lips seem to pull him in, inviting him to enter her deeper. She feels a shot of fear go through him as his face and head is enveloped, but tries to calm him by gently humming a song. "Come on James, you can do it!"
He is carefully not breathing, or as careful as a mindwashed sex slave can be. He slowly pushes further and further, feeling the hot, wet, suctioning walls envelop him. He pushes deeper, his mind spinning from lack of air, and from helpless lust
A sticky, salty, mucousy liquid begins to surround the youth as he enters further. At first he is completely fearful of it, and struggles slightly as the liquid enters his nostrils and mouth. However, cool oxygen begins to flow into his lungs again and he relaxes, continuing to push deeper. How's it going in there, Jimmy, is everything okay?
He is shivering, his body squirming as he feels himself being drawn deeper and deeper into the female. His head is relaxin slowly, his member twitches and oozes outside of her, the erotic sensaitons stimulating the oposite end of his body
She feels him go deeper and deeper, she softly moans as he compresses her insides against the top and back of her body cavity. She begins to pull her legs back together, helping to suck him in deeper. Jimmy, try to pull yourself into a ball, okay? Like, as tight as possible.
He whines, softly pulling his legs against him. He feels his member throbbing tightly in the fluid, his entire body twitching within the tight walls that are starting to finish enveloping him. he moans against the fluids, spasming slightly in his arousal
A thin membrane begins to surround his body, which is almost entirely inside her by now. A nutrient-rich, oxygen-rich fluid begins to fill around him, enabling him to stay in the egg for quite some time. As the last of his body slips inside of her, she slips her legs together and pants heavily, the beach-ball-sized bump on her stomach indicating her new pregnancy.
He breathes slowly, feeling his unbelieveably aroused form drifting inside the heat of the woman's womb. He shivers, slowly moving his legs, twitching slightly. his body squirms, helplessly wanting release
She slowly stands, unsteady on her already unfamiliar feet with the weight of an entire new person. This was the riskiest part; one slip and she could kill the both of them. Don't move the orders, slowly making her way to the water. As she nears it, she smiles, and slides into the cool blue water, happy to be home. Instantly, her legs fuse together, her tail forms, and her womb shifts to allow more space for her child to grow. She radiates feelings of pleasure towards him, trying to abate his need for release gently. We're in the water now, James, welcome to your new home! When I lay you, you will hatch, and then you will be my son
He shivers, going still as the feelings hit him. He floats in perfect stillness, perfect silence, his body filled completely with the pleasure of an orgasm, without the sex. He simply floats, knowing only pleasure, and the warmth, the heat of her womb