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The Mermaid

The water was not murky as he thought it would be. It was clear and bright and vibrant, holding the light like a crystal glass set against the sun, even though he always assumed that underwater would look dark and gloomy. His last thought as he tumbled overboard had been that he didn't want to die in such a depressing place. But it wasn't depressing. It wasn't even remotely sad. It was peaceful.

Drifting in the water, he looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened. He had slipped from the rigging, hit the freezing water, and was pulled down by his weight into its depths. There was a growing darkness and a constricting feeling all around his body as he sank deeper and deeper, unconsciousness finally claiming him... and then he woke up alive, but underwater. It was warm now and while his clothes were waterlogged and heavy, he was not sinking, but floating in place. Even more perplexing was that he was breathing. How, he did not know, since he could feel no gills on his neck, but somehow he hadn't drowned. He gave up trying to reason with the impossible and attributed it to magic instead. Still attempting to make sense of what was happening, he heard a soft sound behind him, like a human humming a few notes of a tune. Startled, he whirled around in the water and he made the closest thing to a gasp that he could make underwater. It was a mermaid!

She smiled shyly at him, her face partially hidden by a curtain of golden hair that fanned out and swirled about her as the water flowed around them. She was beautiful. Her human torso was thin, her lean body changing smoothly from a lovely maiden to a fishtail composed of silvery scales that sparkled in the water, throwing off glimmers of light as they caught the sunlight when she moved. She wore nothing at all, which, of course, he didn't mind in the least. He couldn't help himself from looking at her delectable curves, her pale and luminous skin, her small, firm breasts. He couldn't stop staring. He had never seen such a beautiful creature in all his life. Looking at her in awe, he found that he really wouldn't mind if he was actually dead, so long as he could continue to gaze at her perfect features.

Making another strange humming sound, she flipped her tail and drew near to him. Her eyes surveyed him for a moment, then she gathered him in her arms. He froze, unsure of what she wanted or what he was supposed to do, but she comforted him, gently stroking his arms and face, calming his fears and uncertainty. Her soft lips began to caress his skin with kisses, moving from his cheek to his jaw line to his neck while her body pressed up against his. He found himself wishing he hasn't wearing clothing as her flesh pressed so insistently against the cloth of his garments. She made a soft, sweet sound and pulled away, her lips curving into a smile as she watched him with her large, sea green eyes. She was waiting for something.

He stared at her in shock, but he was unable to deny himself the need that he felt sweeping through his body. He now no longer wanted to simply gaze at her. Trembling, he reached out and touched her face. She closed her eyes, sighing, and placed her hand on his. Then she drew him back to her and began to kiss him again, this time her lips meeting his and drawing his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, intertwining his tongue with her, nipping at her skin with his mouth. He moved his hands about his body, running them through her streaming hair, brushing them against her milky skin, feeling the soft flesh of her arms, her shoulders, and her breasts. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her scent through the water. It was spicy and sweet and it drove him mad.

She made a soft sound and he knew that she was enjoying the sensations of his lips against her naked skin. Their bodies twirled about in the water as they explored one another. She tugged at his clothes, releasing his body as she pulled them away from him, his mouth found her nipples and he suckled on their hardened shapes. She found his throbbing member and she touched it hesitantly, surprised at its hardness and its length. She had never seen one before and watched it leak fluids into the water curiously. The human suddenly stopped his touching and his kissing and she could see lust in his eyes.

He wanted her, now.

Unable to wait any longer, he reached his hand down, feeling the scales around her waist. How was he supposed to do this? There was nothing there. Her tail was muscular, firm, and its smooth scale covering yielded no openings to him. No one had ever told him how to do this with a mermaid! He moved his body down so that his head was level with her waist and he ran his tongue on her scales. She cradled his head in her hands but his ministrations seemed to do nothing for her, save entice her with the warmth of his tongue. Frustrated, he dove at her waist with both hands, running his thumbs around her scales, his eyes seeking any sign of changes.

The mermaid made a noise that might have been laughter and took his hands in hers and gently placed one of his hands at a place on her scales. She gently ground her hips against his hand, closing her eyes with a pleasured look on her face. Confused, he pressed his hand there again firmly and heard her make a louder sound this time and felt some of the scales give way.

Eagerly, he immediately began to work his fingers at the small patch of scales, causing the mermaid to moan and thrash about. He wrapped one arm around her tale to hold her tight while his other he busily applied to her quickly opening slit. He worked on her for some time, massaging his fingers into her, trying to keep the opening to stay open long enough that he could penetrate her. Finally, her slit was open and though it was small, he was more than ready to make love to her.

He lined his penis up with her slit and without pause gently pushed the head of his cock into her. She gasped, clutching him tightly as she felt herself spread for the first time. He shuddered in pleasure at her tightness. Nothing, nothing, had ever felt this good before. It was most intense feeling he had ever known. Her slit attempted to close, but since he was already in, it only squeezed his shaft until he felt he would cum right there. Moaning into the water, he gripped her sides as he attempted to push himself deeper into her, the constricting walls swallowing his cock as they sucked his length into her depths.

He gave one last thrust into her; the tight, hot walls of her vagina rippling around his shaft as they gripped him like a vice. He hilted and she squealed, whether in pain or pleasure he did not know, but at this point he didn't care. He was hilted in the most incredible orifice he could ever imagine, and, considering he never imagined that mermaids even existed in the first place, his mind was utterly blown.

He paused for a moment, feeling her internal walls throbbing against the length of his hardness, the mermaid's arms wrapped around his neck as she gasped quietly, her chest heaving against his as she attempted to collect herself; he would not be cruel, he would wait for the maiden of the sea to grow accustomed to his presence spearing within her depths.

Finally, she pushed herself up, holding herself an arm's length away from him as she studied his face. She tilted her head to the side, as if appraising him one last time, then smiled demurely. She tucked the tip of her tail between his legs and shifted her weight, causing her passageway to tighten. He groaned, a stream of bubbles issuing from his mouth, and he tightened his grip on her. Steadying himself, he began to pull his cock from her slit, a feat that was as difficult as the penetration was: she was so tight and her walls were working like a throat that he felt as if his length were trapped insides. He managed to pull himself halfway out before her thrust back in, his fingers digging into her back as he grunted with the effort. Then he began again.

It took several minutes before the pressure of her vaginal walls finally loosen up enough for him to pull his cock out and thrust back in without considerable effort. Her fluids were now flowing freely alongside his pre and the loosened and lubricated passageway allowed for him to begin to thrust at a regular pace. The warmth of her passageway made his penis tingle with pleasure as he began to thrust into her, his hips bucking gently against hers.

She clung to him, her chest heaving with each humming grunt she made as he picked up a faster rhythm. He had been gentle until now, understanding and considerate. But it was she who had seduced him, she who had encouraged their interactions, she who had elicited their coupling. And he was going to finish what he started. He began to thrust faster, his hips jutting hard against her waist as he began to pummel her insides with his penis. He could feel his thighs slapping against her scaly form as he serviced her faster and faster, his balls beating against her tail as he continued to thrust wildly into her depths. She was making soft noises now: grunting and moaning, and even gasping in her strange language, but they were all sounds of pleasure and were music to his ears.

He wasn't even sure how far they had sunk into the depths of the water. They might be at the surface, halfway down, on near the floor, or may have drifted to the depths of the heart of the ocean for all he knew, but he didn't care. He was enjoying himself far too much. He had never had such an intense need before. With sobbing moans of pleasure, his thrusts became more desperate. He wasn't even thrusting anymore: they were thrashing. Both of their bodies were spasming against each other, her tail lashing and writhing like a snake as he thrust into her deeply. They grasped at one another, their hands roving, their finger clutching, their voices growing louder and louder under the water as he pounded desperately into her.

Bright spots of light danced before his eyes as he violently thrust himself deeper into her, feeling his impending climax rushing upon him. She felt his body go rigid in her arms and heard him give a cry of pleasure as he climaxed. Hot ropes of seed exploded deep within her, coating her womb as she squealed in pleasure at the feeling of his cum rushing through her innermost places, seeking her fertile eggs. He shrieked, the pleasure was so intense. As his balls began to pump loads of his seed down his throbbing shaft, her walls quivered in orgasm, enveloping his entire penis in a hot, pulsing, contracting tube of flesh that made him cry out even louder.

Gasping, he felt his softening penis withdraw from her vaginal slit as her inner passage became too tight for his limp flesh once again. Glancing down, he saw a swirl of cloudy water dissipate around their waists as the scales of her slit closed and their combined love fluids remained. The mermaid smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. Drawing him close, they remained together for a few moments, waiting for their heart rates to calm. She reached up and touched his cheek once more, said something to him in her strange, watery language, and kissed his cheek. Then she pushed him away.

Confused, he reached to her, not understanding what was happening, but she was already leaving: the flash of her tail disappearing into the gloom. A pang of loss went through him and he attempted to call out, attempted to swim after her, but he felt his lungs suddenly burn as her magic left him and he could no longer breathe.

The water suddenly felt cold, seizing his fragile body, its frigid depths suffocating him. Thrashing, he quickly twisted in the water and kicked as hard as he could, swimming for dear life for what he hoped was the surface, unable to follow her. Finally, as his lung felt like they were going to burst into flames, the water's color brightened and he burst through the surface. Coughing and sputtering, he gasped for air as he flailed his arms, desperately treading water as his eyes swept the horizon for any sign of land or a boat. His moment of panic gave way to sweet relief as he spotted the coast not too far away from where he had emerged. The mermaid had not only given him incredible pleasure, but had saved him from certain death as well!

From a distance the mermaid watched the human drag himself onto the beach and collapse, utterly exhausted from the experience. He would be all right: the humans were always all right after their couplings, but she still felt sadness at having to let him go. She knew he could never survive in her world, just as she couldn't survive in his, but she still felt sadness. She knew that the only moments the two could ever share were when they coupled together, the pleasure and the pain intertwining as fluidly as her own form was part human, part fish. It was a beautiful ceremony that all young mermaids had to do, and that the older ones frequently enjoyed partaking in. Still, she reasoned, sinking once more beneath the waves to begin her long swim home, she would have birthing her young to look forward to. Perhaps they would be like her, perhaps like their father, but either way she would love them dearly, serving as a reminder of the time she spent with the human male. She only hoped she would have a chance to couple with a human once again, deep beneath the waves.