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Humans are afraid of the unfamiliar, superstitious ones doubly so. And if there's one thing seafarers are, it's superstitious.

Each day, the population of Marcela Island load up onto various sized boats and set out to make their living off the bounty of the sea. The boats worked the waters around the island, everywhere except one abandoned bay on the far side of the island. What stopped locals, despite telltale signs that those murky waters were teaming with sea life, were stories of a monster.

The stories were half right.

Vale lounged in a clump of seaweed. Light from beyond the surface filtered through the brownish waters and barely illuminated her body. Vale’s pearly skin, her most striking feature, seemed to glow at this depth. Her repose allowed her hair to settle, leaving two bare breasts to gently ripple with the sea’s sway. Vale’s long wavy hair surrounded her in brown like a tiny kelp forest.

Her lower half swayed stiffly alongside the seaweed. Where most would expect two long pale legs, instead her body tapered down to a tail fin. Vale's soft skin on her belly faded to coarse teeth-like scales from her hips down. The front scales were white and the back, a lemony yellow. Right below her waist, two rigid fins stuck out with two pale rods between them that pointed down towards her tail. Halfway down was a singular fin on both her front and back. And at the end, a large vertical crescent tail with a significantly larger back lobe.

The features humans found monstrous didn't stop at Vale's tail. Her hands were pointed with claws and scaled to the forearm with the same lemony sandpaper. You could also get a peek of pointy teeth rows as she sips water across the gills in her neck.

The distance humans gave her bay made things fairly peaceful. Vale had the space and leisure to hunt whichever fish she wanted. The time to savor each bite. Discarded human detritus that drifted into her waters were regularly gathered. Most pieces were uninteresting so she would fling it back into their waters. Other than being slow at times, life was pretty good.

An unexpected shadow on this clear day passed over Vale as she reclined. It caught her attention. Could it have been a boat? This thought stirred her enough to investigate.

Vale quickly recognized the dark shape as the underside of a boat. It was unimposing, and barely longer than she was from head to tail.

‘Who would have the nerve to fish in my bay?’ Vale thought as she peered above the water’s surface. She maintained distance, but was close enough to spy on this intruder. It looked like a fisherman by the dressed, in a weathered cap with a light button down shirt and slacks. It was a modest operation compared to the others, almost quaint. Vale watched equipment preparations a while longer until the fisher turned enough to see a face.

“A woman!?” Vale quickly ducked back under the surface and clasped a hand over her mouth, though the words had already burst from her maw. She could imagine her shout certainly being heard echoing across the bay. The merfolk sank to the bottom and out of sight.

Vale was cautious with humans. She was strong and nimble in her environment, but was still flesh and scale. Vale spent years working the bay until it got the its reputation. What the humans believed didn't matter, just that they left Vale alone. The problem is that humans fight when scared. Spears could be dodged, but humans would carry worse weapons as the years progressed. Vale couldn't afford to be reckless, but years of peaceful waters softened those harsh lessons.

There was another problem. Vale found this fisherwoman extraordinarily beautiful. The look at her face wasn't long, but that profile was carved into her mind. This merfolk sat meters below, but could feel sardines in her stomach from that one glimpse. Vale recalled the woman having a serious look. What that look was for didn't matter. She only remembered that skin pulled taught against her cheekbones and jawline, the sweat from working in the sun making her look like she was glazed terracotta, and those amber eyes that shimmered like polished scales.

All this thinking had gotten Vale flustered redder than a pale human who sat on the beach too long. The thought made her snort. When she pulled herself back to reality, she realized that the boat had drifted a ways while she mused. She yearned to see more, but needed to be careful. With a gulp of water to center herself, she swam back to the surface, albeit farther away.

Pushing her eyes past the surface, Vale spied on the stranger to her waters. From this far, it was harder to catch every detail of the fisher’s face. The distance was honestly a relief. She was able to be calm like her bay on a windless day. Any closer and she'd have been unsettled like a sail in a storm.

She usually was disinterested in human things beyond knowing enough to not get caught or maimed, but she couldn't help her curiosity now. Vale hadn't seen many women working the sea before, and none that looked like this. The way that this fisherwoman worked her equipment was enthralling. The way she splayed her net into the water, the rope slipped gracefully through her tough hands, the deft motions that quickly turned into neat knots. It was hard to look away. The sardines returned to Vale’s stomach and she quickly made her exit.

That night was restless. She looked at her own rough hands, but they weren't the same.

The fisher returned the next day. In a repeat of the day before, she cast her nets, took some fish, and then left as the sun set. All the while, with an unsuspected voyeur. That night was restless once again.

This cycle repeated a few more days. Vale felt a one-sided attachment to this person. The fisher didn't even know there was a secret admirer, that this fish even existed. These waves of longing eroded the sands from her heart’s shoal as they reflected off the breakwater of distance. The distant watcher wanted more, but she didn't know of what.

Another day, more of the same. Vale watched, flummoxed in her feelings, as this woman pulled in modest netfuls of fish. The fish-person had taken up hiding behind a rocky outcropping. The merfolk could see the fisher’s subtle biceps tense as she hauled the squirming net out of the water. Vale quickly realized that being this close was a mistake, but the rocks hid all her squirming.

Swooning kept Vale distracted from a nagging feeling. Then the woman cast a net towards her hiding spot. The net tangled on the rocks before it even sunk out of view. Not only that, but now the fisherwoman now had her full attention in Vale’s direction. Panic struck the fish.

Anger surged at the stupid net being stuck so close to her rock, that the woman would be looking right towards her. Then a flash of hope. Her presence could be welcomed, but she quickly reeled back to reality. A harpoon would be through her heart before a single word was exchanged. Vale decided this harsh reality might hurt less than the ache she'd been living with since the fisherwoman’s arrival. Why would a human have interest in a monster?

The mermaid cautiously poked an eye out from behind her rock. She saw the woman with the tanned skin had pulled her boat closer, yanking on her net to test how stuck it was. Vale also diagnosed the damage. From her angle, the net was out of reach of the fisher, but only a few loops were snagged on the corners of an irregular rock. It would be a simple fix, but this fisherwoman would likely attack her on sight.

“Filho da puta.” The woman swore. Her voice was on the gravelly side in a way that sounded weathered and tired. It matched the wear on her hide well. “I knew those stupid rocks were there. Was I just expecting the damn net to go around them to catch the fish? Stupid.” Through her fit, the woman grabbed a hooked pole and reached into the water to pull on the net.

Vale could see that the angle was all wrong to get it free. The flustered fisher reluctantly grabbed for her knife to cut away as little of the net as possible, but Vale took matters into her own hands before she was given the chance. The mermaid dove for the tangle to unwind it from the rocky bottom. Her hands shook and fumbled with the ropes in the pressure of the moment. Nervously glancing up at the boat didn't help. Her first glimpse captured the fisher in abject shock at the sight of her. Vale couldn't believe the woman’s face could even make anything other than a serious expression. On a second glance, the fisher was gone. The implications only made the fish work faster.

One loop was still snagged when Vale felt the nerves of her lateral line light up. Something fast was coming at her. She looked up to see a tarnished spear rushing towards her. She twisted to see, but that motion was not enough. The spear carved a gash across her left upper arm. Vale tried to roar with pain through the water, displaying her pointy teeth. She didn't have any time to pity her wound. The fish quickly clasped her scaly claw over the cut and pulled the net from the rocks with the other. Red continued to stain the water around her.

Vale looked up to the tan woman again. The spear was pulled back for another stab, but she had a confused look about her. When the merfolk’s gaze met the fisherwoman’s, those amber gems were taking in her form. Vale wanted to feel hope, to feel anything other than the agony she felt now. Her face twisted grimly with the reminder of how monstrous she was to humans, that she couldn't be more than she already was. This shared look lasted a fraction of a second, but both women felt a clear message: Vale wasn't welcome here.

Vale quickly swam away from that boat. Her arm throbbed painfully as the red trail slowly faded with applied pressure. Invisible tears mixed into the already salty sea. Vale knew daydreaming was a mistake. She was given a physical reminder that she truly was alone. The mermaid didn't know where she was going, but desperately sought solace.

Vale eventually gave up and crashed into a throng of kelp. Her body was twisted in the waving strands, but having space to breathe seemed good enough then. She did what she could for her arm. The merfolk scraped a gooey paste from inside a blade of seaweed. Vale spread it across her wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. It stung. Her heart stung more.

Her mind rose and fell between dissociation and depression in the same way that the tide would attempt to claim the sand from the sky. The merfolk was slowly enveloped in dark waters as day turned to night.

Vale’s wallowing was interrupted by a sharp smell, fresh blood. It was not her own. This scent gave her a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. As much as she wanted to continue wallowing, she was hungry. If a fish was bleeding out, it would at least be an easy meal and she could go back to restlessly lounging.

What the mermaid found was unexpecting, a fat fish with its gut split open and a corked glass bottle tied to its tail. Hunger bested her before getting a better look at the attachment. Vale’s rows of sharp teeth quickly minced the twitching meal into a bloody pulp before gulping it down. Some red escaped her vicious chewing, but quickly diluted into the surrounding waters.

She clung to the buoyant bottle and tried to peer inside. A white sheet with black writing conformed to the inside curve of the glass. Vale could only assume that it was paper. It usually fell apart before she could get a look at it. Behind the paper was a small wooden cylinder wrapped in thread as well as a curved needle. These objects were confusing. She looked closer at the paper, but it was hard to make out through the distortion of the glass. Her reading wasn't the best as only a handful of things with human writing sunk into her bay.

The note read as follows:

“To the fish-person I stabbed,

I thought you were trying to steal my net. Also, I have never seen a fish-person before. I didn't know you were trying to help. I hope it didn't hurt bad. Here is a needle and some thread for your arm. Sorry.

P.S. I’m dropping anchor near where we met. Meet me there so we can talk.

P.P.S. I didn't know fish-people could be pretty.”

The handwriting was messy with corrections, but decipherable. This note made things… complicated. Even more than before. Regret and kindness hid in the words, but the coarseness made her hesitate. Vale considered that she didn't get stabbed a second time. The note did ask to talk, which is an offer she’s never gotten. There wasn't much to lose as she was already hurting.

It wasn't hard to find the boat. The dark shape was just where the fisher had said it would be. Vale began to regret coming here. She probably could have slipped away undetected, but the mermaid ventured forth.

Vale came to the surface a distance away, only showing her eyes. The fisher lady was on watch, but took a moment to spot this fish. The merfolk thought she had enough distance to dodge more spears and, more importantly, to hide her fidgeting. Time ticked with the two creaks of the wooden boat and three laps of waves against the shore as the two women stared at each other silently.

“You can get closer. I don't bite.” The fisher lady finally said coarsely, but not maliciously.

“I'm not worried about your bite. Your teeth aren't very sharp.” Vale felt her voice waver and crack as she spoke.

The fisher gave a little chuckle. Vale was confused at what was funny, but too nervous to ask. “Fine. No spears either.” The lady reassured. “I just don't want to shout for all of Marcela to hear.”

Vale’s face flushed with embarrassment at not considering this, and then blushed harder with the realization that moving closer would mean seeing this lady in full detail. She was scared to take a chance, but there wouldn't be another opportunity. Vale timidly approached, but kept her blush submerged.

“So, uh, you're half fish?” The land woman made it painfully obvious that she was trying to kindle a conversation, but desperately grasped at straws.

“I'm a merfolk.” Vale responded quietly, eyes averted. Her maw appeared for a brief second from below the surface to spit those words out. She could see every crease of the woman’s face, but tried to not make it weird by staring.

The fisherwoman’s face contorted. Vale partially emerged when she spoke and those amber eyes scoured her hide. She folded her arms under her chest nervously, pushing her breasts into view. A flash of blush hit the lady’s cheeks at the sight of her bareness. Vale noticed the woman's eyes shift off her bosom and narrow to slits. “What's on your arm?”

Vale instinctively covered it. She reacted as if she was in trouble. Her grasp forced the seaweed sludge into her wound which stung and made her lose grip on the bottle. It quickly bobbed to the surface before her.

The fisher looked unamused. “Didn’t you suture yourself up? Did you even open the bottle?”

“I, uh…. I don't know what a suture is.” The merfolk squeaked in confusion and quickly sank down to only her eyes in embarrassment.

The lady pinched the bridge of her nose. “Please.” She sighed, working so hard to keep a level tone. “Don’t leave. Not until that arm is taken care of.” The woman fished the bottle from the drink and sat with it. “Come on. Put your arm up here.” She patted the railing of her vessel.

The mermaid hesitated at the request. Her anxiety was thick enough to chew through. There was a confident ease Vale saw in the fisher when she worked her boat, but she was a fish out of water with talking.

The lady popped the top of the bottle and went to work threading the eye of the needle. She noticed that Vale hadn't moved any closer and that drew a sigh from her lips. “I just wanted to be useful. To fix my mistake.”

Vale already took a risk by meeting here and the worst hadn't happened. Her fears needed to be pushed aside. She crept closer and rested her arms across that parched wood. Vale witnessed a flash of terror cross the woman’s face with a closer look of her claws.

“This gunk has to go.” The fisher locked eyes with the green mush. The merfolk nodded apprehensively, waiting for the pain. A hand hesitantly wiped her arm. The palms and fingers were hardened with callouses, but the force was gentle. “Huh”, the woman grunted.

“W-what?” Vale had heard humans make this sound before when something was wrong or confusing.

“Nothing… You're soft.” The woman never left the situation at hand. Mindful of the wound, she peeled the mash away from the fish’s skin. Underneath was still rough. Blood trickled from the once again exposed cut.

“It's just skin.” Vale winced and inhaled through her teeth to steady herself.

“You feel nice.” The fisher spoke so matter of factly, like it was a universal truth. She didn't look away from the flayed fishy flesh. It was easier centering herself with a task at hand. The woman poked the needle against the bottom lip of the cut, but hesitated. “This is going to sting. Don't move.”

The metal pierced the skin on both sides of the slice. The point was sharp, but it still stung. The merfolk grit her teeth hard enough to crack a tooth. While another tooth would replace it, it didn't make losing one any less inconvenient. The needle was pulled from Vale’s skin, tugging her flesh all the way down the thread. The woman pushed the point a short distance along the gash. “W-wait!” the fish begged, the curved metal half way through her.

“Do you want me to just leave it in you?” The fisher grimaced.

“It-it's a lot.” The mermaid took deep breaths.

The woman let go of the thing embedded in Vale's arm much to her horror. The human fished through the bottom of her vessel and returned holding a bottle of clear liquid. She took a quick swig before handing it to Vale. “This will take the edge off” the fisherlady grunted.

Before sipping it, the smell from the bottle singed her nostrils. Vale felt no harm in taking some of this… whatever it was seeing the fisher drink it herself. She drank a big gulp despite her nasal warning. It had a subtle sweetness, but mostly burned. It left her parched, the opposite of what liquids normally do.

The merfolk started cupping handfuls of salt water into her mouth, so the human continued stitching while she was distracted. Vale gasped as the second stitch cinched closed. It wasn't nearly as bad as before. “Keep sipping at that and it'll get better.” the fisher reassured.

Vale was very displeased with the taste, but took smaller drinks anyway. The burn didn't get better, but a tingle grew that dulled the arm stabbing. It also cut the tension built up inside.

“Do… Do you have a name?” Vale hoarsely asked. The drink lubricated the difficult words.

“Yeah, Al.” The woman replied, still focusing.

“Al?” The name was strange on Vale's tongue and teeth.

“Short for Alcione.” Al kept distance in her voice as she worked. “And you?”

“Vale” the fish mumbled in embarrassment. She thought Alcione was a prettier name. “This stuff is helping.”

“Keep sipping” Alcione directed, halfway through suturing. She paused a minute to ask, “Are there other fish-people here?”

“I haven't been around my kind in a long time.” The words spilled out. She should be more anxious than she was. “Was that too much?”

“‘S fine.” Al reassured in a flat tone.

Another shot from the bottle. “What is this stuff?” Vale snarled in disgust.

“Aguardiente. Pass it.” Alcione took the bottle and swigged her own shot. She eyeballed and shook the bottle after her drink to see what’s left. Nearly half was gone. “Puta que pariu! Take it easy on this.”

“I’m just a little tingly.” Vale leaned against the boat and looked up at Alcione.

“You're cut off.” Al corked the bottle. “I'm almost done. Stay still.”

“Do you think I'm pretty?” Vale began.

“Yes.” Alcione focused on the last stitches.

The fish got quiet for a moment, nearly enough time for Al to finish. “I like you a lot. I've been watching you for days.” Vale wasn't like her normal self. There weren't any nets to catch her stray thoughts before they swam free.

“Really?” The fisher humored the buzzed fish.

“Yeah, you're gorgeous.” Vale flushed at the thought of watching Alcione.

This sentence also had an effect on the human. Al hesitated before cutting the thread’s tail. The faintest tremble ran through her words. “All done. You don't have to stay anymore.”

Vale looked at Alcione while hanging from the edge. “I’d rather stay. No one's ever nice to me.” The merfolk tried her best not to beg.

“Fine, but I-” the fisherwoman was quickly interrupted. Vale lifted out of the water and met Alcione's rough lips in a spontaneous kiss. This broke Alcione. Vale could see unfulfilled desires flare up. The human craned over the water. She grabbed a fistful of wet curly hair and pulled Vale into another kiss.

This one lasted magnitudes longer. Vale became intimately familiar with Al’s lips. She lost herself easily at that soft touch. She wanted more. She pushed firmer into Al and-

The human pulled away and winced. Blood condensated along scratches on her lips. Al wiped them with her forearm.

“I'm-I’m sorry” Vale panicked. Her caution vanished for one moment and everything washed away with the currents.

“Eh. It's fine.” Al sucked gently on her lips. “Not sure what I expected when making out with a bunch of knives.” Vale still worried about hurting her, but very much wanted to stay a while longer. “Any other ideas?” Alcione posed.

The merfolk swallowed dryly from both being out of the water longer than she's used to and the aguardiente. “I… might.” Vale’s tingles started fading and the nerves returning. Al gave her a look of encouragement. “I saw you work with the rope… Could you show me more?” The fish broached coyly.

“You want me to show you knots?..” The change in tone gave Al whiplash.

“I, uh, figured you were experienced with fish. It shouldn't be hard for you.” Vale looked to her object of affection, but quickly became too flustered.

The woman took a moment to piece together her request with Vale's expression being the final piece. A frazzle stirred under her cool exterior. “Let me take a look at all of you.” She commanded.

Vale saw the hesitation in Alcione. On her back, the merfolk was nearly the length of the fisherwoman’s boat. There was more willing fish before the human than she was used to. “Have you done something like this before?” Vale inquired.

Alcione placed a hand at the base of the fish-lady’s tail fin. This didn't feel like the touch on her arm. Those calloused hands complimented her biting scales. Vale felt the hesitation melt as that touch turned to a firm grip. Though hard to see, Vale felt Al return to familiar waters. “Don't you worry, cação.” Alcione’s gravelly voice held a playfulness as she tugged on the end of a brown cord.

This confidence hit Vale in someplace undiscovered. The sardines started swimming again, but also a tension was building inside. She was… excited? The merfolk clasped her claws against her chest and let things happen. Her face was already flushing.

Al quickly got to work. She made a bight near the middle of the rope and anchored it on an aft cleat in a flash. This motion was practically effortless. After a second of consideration, Alcione did three wraps around the stem of the merfolk’s tail fin. Each wrap laid neatly next to the last and the lash was secured with a half hitch.

Vale felt an absence. The coils around her tail were slightly loose and the rope wasn't being pulled against her as she was tied. It was as if Al was being overly cautious. The fisherwoman was about to dive into more tying when Vale squeaked out a “Wait.”

Alcione froze. “What's wrong?”

“I’m- Just-’ the merfolk stammered through her internal fluttering. “Slow down a little, please. I… I want to feel the rope against me.” She gave a few tugs with her tail. “And my tail is strong. You- you can tie it snugger.” She squirmed getting the words out.

Alcione returned a breathy “okay”. Al took her time and ran the rope along her scales. The plied cord caught those tiny jagged edges and added to the tingling friction. The fisherwoman got creative with the ropework, bending the cord and running it across that thick tail. She built a snug lattice of diamonds. Alcione even worked it to bind her fins as additional anchors. Vale felt the rope tense and restrict her with each muscle flex. The fish held in a shiver from the manila hug around her.

The human did trip up around the pelvic fins. She wasn't expecting Vale’s… endowments. Al attempted to bind those fins, but also frame the twitching tubes in their own diamond. Rope sliding past her sensitive bits was certainly a surprise for Vale. Her teeth clenched to hold in a needing whimper. The fisher had trouble looking away from Vale's underbelly. Dealing with so many fish, she’s seen claspers before, right?

Alcione's rough hands reached her scale transition. Those callouses felt completely different on bare skin. Al must have noticed the merfolk withdraw at the new touch. Her hands lingered at the hips where the skin was still pale yellow from dissipating scales. The fibers of the rope wrapped twice at that line; first over scales and second over skin. This was tied off to keep the tail portion from going slack. Vale felt grasped at the hips by this binding. Her claspers throbbed at the thought of Alcione’s hands there instead of the rope.

The human clambered up to be over the merfolk's upper half. The tie-up on Vale’s tail kept her anchored to the boat and unable to hide herself. The fish writhed so much in anticipation that the fisherwoman placed a hand on her midriff to keep her from floating out of reach.

“Easy, peixinha. Only a bit left.” Alcione spoke as if she was soothing a rowdy catch being hauled out of the water. Vale tried to contain herself, but the touch made it difficult. Those hands were still coarse even after being submerged all this time, but it was still contact. Being Al’s touch made the feeling sear into Vale’s mind. The merfolk looked at her captor and thought she saw Alcione blushing. The light from the lantern and her tanned skin made it hard to tell, but something cracked through her salty expression. Vale had to bury her face in her scaly hands to hide. It was her last sanctuary.

Alcione wove the rope across Vale’s bust. The intensity of the slipping cord across her flesh made her realize how much her scales protected her. The friction created a tingling warmth across her body. The binding across her belly pulled against her waist until it conformed to her. The mild sting lingering at Vale's sides sent shivers down her spine.

Al guided the fish’s wrists away from her face. The fisher didn't force any movement, but showed Vale how she wanted her position. Her arms over her head left her breasts free to bob at the surface. More salt crumbled away from Alcione. The woman firmly grasped one floating tit to pull a rope to the merfolk’s back. Not only was the tingle more intense across this sensitive skin, Al intentionally grabbed so that her nipple was under the human’s thumb.

Vale couldn't hold her moan in. No one had handled her before and she wasn't ready for the sensation. Her own touch couldn't compare.

The fisherlady released that squishy gland and repeated on the other side, soliciting a fishy whimper. Vale was overwhelmed. Someone was touching her and didn't want to hurt her, but to please her. She struggled to let her guard down and this tough fisher was slipping through.

Alcione brought the rope to the front and positioned both breasts where she wanted them. Each slip made Vale shiver and tense. The mermaid could see the faintest smirk on the woman's lips. Before Vale could do anything, Al twisted the binding back over her chest, cinching both tits at their bases. This broke the fish. The pinch around them was like Al grabbing her breasts, which produced a whine from the merfolk.

All the ties together formed a thousand phantom Alcione hands across her body while still leaving her actual hands free. Vale shakily brought her hands down to feel the rope constrict her body. The tingle from the friction clung to her skin even after everything stopped. Her fingers curled around the taught skin of her own breast. She reached for her waist, but Alcione caught her. Tutting, the woman brought them over the mermaid’s head. Vale was confused and put out that she couldn’t continue to grope herself. Al pulled the rope from between Vale’s shoulders until it met her hands. With a few whips, the fish’s wrists were bound together. The smirk returned to Al’s face, Vale huffed in response. Before the mermaid could pull on them, the fisher tied the last bit of rope to a cleat at the fore of the boat. Vale was stretched alongside the vessel defenselessly.

Vale felt Alcione's eyes over her body. It made her squirm; a fish in a bespoke net. It’s funny how having rope all around her body accentuated her nudity, squeezing her tits and framing her flesh. Knowing the eyes of her loving captor gazed upon her nethers made her claspers throb.

Al must have caught the pulse in those piscine penises. A smile cracked the corner of her mouth and one eyebrow quirked. Vale felt she was in for more than she bargained for. A hand grabbed her bound wrists. It slid down her arms and landed on her cheek. The touch was gentle and inquisitive as it passed from rope to scale to skin. Al cupped her face and forced Vale to focus on the woman’s face.

“You really are beautiful.” Alcione lightly rasped. Vale swore her heart stopped in that moment of eye contact. That coarse hand continued down her neck and over her collar bone. Each finger tiptoed along the edge of the tit ties. The ropes flexed under the touch, but breasts weren't even grazed. Al’s hand reached Vale's stomach, spreading wide to take in its softness. The mermaid couldn't imagine that Alcione felt much through those callouses, but this petting made her rough demeanor melt.

The hand continued until the touch disappeared onto the tie around her hips. The fisher’s hand came to a crawl below the rope. Vale could feel each scale catch lightly against the woman’s hand. There was hesitation once she reached a little lower. The anticipation made Vale’s twins twitch once again. Al reached for a pelvic fin to rub between her fingers. It wasn't particularly sensitive, but it was a reminder of how close she was to them. This build up made her giddy. Her members swelled visibly.

Alcione's hesitation passed as she grasped one of the claspers. A squeak escaped Vale's lips, turning quickly to a whine. She throbbed around the fisher’s touch. The merfolk saw that Al’s face was a mix of uncertainty and fluster.

“P-please…” the words barely formed on her tongue with how overwhelmed she was. “It-it feels… n-nice… p-please.” The fish begged desperately.

Alcione pressed on through uncertainty. Her grip slipped to the tip and Vale's entire body contracted. The rope squeaked in tension. The look of surprise on Al's face would have been extremely amusing if Vale wasn't already reeling. Alcione tested again by sliding down to the base. Vale arched and panted needily. This sudden movement sent ripples across the bay. Al took advantage of the boat bobbing and continuously stroked from head to pelvis. The merfolk cried out and tugged on her rigging. She was thoroughly stuck, but it was her only option in the wake of her pleasure.

A second hand grabbed Vale’s hip. The rubbing was making her squirm fiercely. She was too wracked with arousal to notice how much she had gotten the boat rocking. The merfolk could feel a swelling inside her, an urge to let loose, but she fought it back. When Alcione maneuvered her hand to grab both of Vale's shafts together, it became a losing battle. As Al rubbed, Vale thrashed. The attention was beyond overwhelming at this point. She was unaware of anything happening around her. Her entire world became Alcione stroking her dicks together and the subsequent involuntary muscle spasms.

The fish was so close, but she didn't want it to end. She strained and cried out and writhed. The throbbing was non-stop and she knew she couldn't keep this up.

“Vale, you need to-” The words couldn't reach her. She flailed against the ties and bumped against the boat. “Vale! Wait!” She couldn't hold any longer. Her muscles tightened one last time. The boat creaked and something large splashed into the water next to her. She was too far gone at this point. The only thing she could experience was the thick ropes of seed that shot from both sides. The merfolk painted her tail and belly with the sticky fluid for what felt like an eternity.

Shakily, Vale relaxed and came around. The boat was now empty of Al. Instead, the soggy woman clung to her middle. Milky white streaks dripped across her arms and face. Vale's heart stopped cold.

Al broke and snickered. “What a weird evening.” She clambered over the strung up mermaid. The fisher untied the fore end cleat and released Vale’s arms. She laid atop the fish like a floating bed.

Vale held the woman hesitantly. “You're not mad?”

“No.” Al rested her head between the still tied tits.

“But I… all over y-”

“I've had worse on me.” Al stated, and after a long pause, “It was fun, you know. Tying you up.”

“I really enjoyed it too.” Vale said with a childish giddy.

“You don't say.” The woman snarked. “I could come back tomorrow”

Vale nodded enthusiastically with a sharp toothy smile. Her claws clung to Alcione, providing a comfort that she wasn't used to. She didn't want to let go.

“Maybe I shouldn't tie you to my boat next time.”

Vale smiled bigger. “Don’t worry. I have some other ideas…”