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Every since I was young, I adored all things that made up the natural world. I liked taking walks, exploring, and seeing what the world around me held within its hidden realms. When I grew up I went to college, and by the time I graduated I had two majors and one minor. I was technically a biologist and a journalist both, and what I really wanted to do was to be a photographer and writer for magazines like National Geographic and Nature.

It should come as no surprise then that my travels circumvented the globe. My lens saw the most beautiful and bizarre creatures this planet had to offer, and in turn those images graced the pages of magazines and websites around the globe.

I took photos of every creature I ever encountered, regardless of size, color or species. I was one of those who assumed the worse and figured if there wasn't a photo of it, and it went extinct there would be no evidence of it ever existing in the first place.

But there was one exception.

And I found it in the most unusual of places. OK, I found her in the most unusual of places.

So at this point I need to diverge from the story for a moment to fill you in on another important detail. Bear with me, because it is integral to my story. There are many people in the world that are well of financially; some who make the news and others who keep quiet. The quiet ones are often the most interesting because they can go out amongst the rest of us and no one knows the difference. They look and act ordinary, but when in private they still can live lavish lives.

Peter McNally was one of those people.

He had a preserve somewhere I can't mention; but it was tropical and it was wonderful; it was beautiful and exotic and I wanted to live there the rest of my life. It bordered along the warm southern seas and to its east by a mountain range. There was little in the way of fences or roads; just open spaces filled with birds, reptiles, butterflies and all manner of other native species.

I was so very glad that photography had moved up to digital. It was warm and humid down there, and film wouldn't last long if it wasn't kept cool and dry. But as it was, I could take as many photos as I had storage capacity to handle.

So why was I down there in the first place? Mr. McNally had seen my work, being as he was a supporter of several of the organizations I worked for. He had wanted someone, as he said in his letter, trustworthy enough to allow free access to his property. He flew me down to document in pictures his estate, for he planned on releasing a book to raise money for one of his charities. The pay was good, the cost to get there was free and so I couldn't see a downside to it.

I went on the first plane heading south.

It wasn't a mistake. The house alone must have been a massively expensive undertaking. Getting materials in would have required them to be shipped by freighter, and unloaded offshore. But hey, when you have money, what's the point in not spending it? The house was massive, and I do mean massive. It was too much for a family of twenty, not to mention a solitary, unmarried man. But it did have a compliment of staff that kept it in tiptop shape.

No, I'm not rambling. I am trying to get you to understand the situation before I continue. You see, this story has nothing to do with the myriad forms of wildlife just outside his doors, but one that was hidden within the depths of that place he called home. Oh sure, I went out for a few weeks and took loads of photos that went on to win a few awards, but there was that one specimen that I never captured through my lens.

In the end though, that was alright. The world would never have believed it to be real and thus my reputation as a professional would have faltered. There are some things that, even if people already wanted to believe them to be true, would be too much for them to grasp when presented with hardcore evidence. Legends are best left as legends. I might be happier today if I had not seen what I had seen. But you can't unseen something, and even more importantly, once you have seen it and met it, you will never forget it.

I had free reign over anywhere I wanted to go except for one place. There were two pools on the property, one that had a view of the ocean and one tucked away completely within a private compound reserved for, I was told, important guests. Since the gateway to it was padlocked, I assumed there was someone else here besides me and left the matter alone. Whoever was using it had every right to privacy. As quickly as I had discovered the place, I let it slip from my mind.

Until that is, I heard the singing.

This is the tropics, and some of the locals who worked at the complex were apt to break into song on occasion, so the vocalization itself wasn't what surprised me. It was the unique choral quality to it, like someone singing a duet with themselves. The quality of the voice was amazing, and something about it pierced my soul like no other music ever had. Whoever she was, she was singing acapella and yet, the addition of any instrument to that sound would have been like trying to add rhinestones to a Faberge egg. It was marvelous simply on the sole quality of the vocal chords controlling it.

The singing was coming from the private region of the mansion, so of course, I had no way of knowing who it belonged to. The first time I heard it, I was chasing down a rare species of butterfly when my path took me close to the high walls that surrounded the off limits area. The voice flowed over the top and down the sides like a vapor. I strained to hear the words, and found that whoever was singing was doing so in a language I had never heard before. I wasn't truly fluent in many, but I had heard quite a few in my travels, so this deepened the mystery for me.

And it made me extremely curious to know who the mystery guest was who was staying hidden away in such a remote spot. I would have thought that she would have made an appearance at some point in time. It was this mystery that turned me into a cat.

You know what I mean; the whole cats and curiosity thing. I was going to get myself killed trying to figure this little puzzle out to my satisfaction.

I was tempted to ask my host, but the matter of the off limits area had been discussed early on. Asking him about it now would only thrown suspicion on my actions later if anyone decided to get curious about my activities. Then again, if I were to be discovered by this mystery person, she might report me too. It was quite a quandary for me. In the end, I decided to damn the torpedoes and find a way inside.

I scouted around the compound, finding that there was no easy access to it. The gate was set into the high wall that surrounded the living quarters and its private pool. The wall wasn't overly imposing. True, it was twelve feet high, but it had no security features like cameras or barbed wire. There wasn't much use for stuff like that, and I'm sure that no guest wanted to feel like they were in a prison while they were staying here. The sheer remoteness of the site was enough to give a person a sense of safety.

So it was the wall or nothing. To one side there was a tree with branches overlooking the patio and pool. I didn't know that until I climbed it, but once I was up there, I could see quite clearly. There was no one about at the moment, which was both a disappointment and a relief. I was hoping mostly to be able to get a glance at this lady and then depart unseen. Fate had other plans.

I was looking around the area when I noticed that deep in the pool there was a shape; a form lying motionless on the bottom. All I could think of was that whoever this was had drowned. I was torn between slipping away and making like I knew nothing about it, or dropping down to see if I could help. I had no idea how long they had been under the water. They might be long dead at this point.

That's when I heard the branch begin to snap. Luckily for me it didn't break off entirely. It cracked and dropped, taking me with it, but it merely swung down, slamming me into the inside face of the wall. I dropped the remaining three feet to the patio and ran to the pool's edge. I'd worry about how I was going to get out later.

The pool was huge, and the water was crystal clear. At the bottom was a form that seemed to be too big and sinuous to be human. That's when it dawned on me that perhaps the pool was home to some sort of crocodilian. Perhaps the girl who had been singing and this thing at the bottom of the pool weren't connected in any way.

I stuck my head in the water and got two surprises. First, the water was salty! I had figured it for fresh water. With the ocean so close, why would anyone bother with a briny pool like this? The second, and this was more startling; the form at the bottom seemed to sense the disturbance to the water and whipped around to look at me. Those eyes were something else, and despite the depth and distance, I could see everything quite clearly.

The face was human. The torso was human. The rest of it was not.

I pulled my face out and ran, not knowing where I would go, but knowing that I had to go somewhere. I ran to the gate, but it was effectively locked from both sides. Without a key, I was stuck. I headed back to the tree branch, hoping it would hold my weight one last time so that I could escape. As I jumped and scrambled to gain a handhold on the slippery bark, that lilting, dulcet voice drifted across to me. This time I could understand it.

"Wait!"

I was afraid to turn around. I know what I had seen below the surface of the water, and what it was had nothing to do with anything in the world except ancient mariner's legends. I for one believe that every legend has its origins, but I was more ready to believe that lovesick sailors had seen dugongs or manatees before I would ever have believed that they had seen what I just saw.

I stopped frantically fumbling with the tree branch and slowly turned. I'm not afraid to admit that at that moment I had my eyes shut tight. I was hoping that this was all just some sort of prank. I couldn't come up with a reason for anyone to pull so elaborate a hoax, but rich people tended to have quirky senses of humor.

"You might maybe open your eyes?"

I did. At first I felt relieved, for the person I saw was propped up on her hands at the edge of the pool, looking at me with unabashed curiosity. Her words came out like a melody, and I knew that the source of the music and her throat were one in the same. I couldn't help but notice that she was swimming in the nude, that is, until I noticed the greenish-yellow scales around her waist. It seemed to be a part of her actual anatomy, not some elaborate suit.

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes blinking rapidly as she seemed to assess me. "Who are you?"

The question was not made in anger, but instead carried with in an air of piqued curiosity.

"Vince. Vince Kilgore. I'm sorry to have disturbed you. I saw you at the bottom of the pool and I thought that you had drowned."

"Drowned?" Her face was filled with confusion for a moment. "Oh, drowned! That is humorous! Can you drown in the air?"

It was my turn to be confused. "No. I breathe the air. How could I drown in it?"

"Correct Vince. I breathe water. Thus, I cannot drown in what I breathe. Does this make sense to you?"

"No. Well, maybe. I mean, what are you?"

She hauled herself up upon the edge of the pool. "You are...impertinent... I think is the word. Don't you wish to know who I am?"

I wasn't yet coming to grips with the fact that this was an intelligent being. I had to look to her human shaped torso to distract myself from the piscine lower half, and in doing so found myself staring at two extremely inviting breasts. She seemed to delight in my discomfiture, and watched me as I stumbled across my words.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not sure what to think right now. Do you have a name?"

She smiled, showing true pearly whites. "I have several names. But you may call me Marina."

I knew my Latin well enough. "That's you're real name?"

"No, but it will do well enough for your mode of communicating. My real name uses what I believe you call...sonar?"

Sonar? I guess that made good sense, for communicating underwater requires something different than air running over vocal chords.

"OK. Marina it is. Might I get back to asking just what you are?"

For an answer she flipped her tail up and onto the patio stones. "I would think that much is obvious. I was told that among your kind, the legends still persisted. Not that I think of myself as a legend."

"But mermaids are only a myth."

"Myth?" She cogitated on that. "Oh, you are referring to me being a legend again. Do you think your eyes deceive you?"

"Well, yes. I find it easier to believe you're in some sort of suit and that this is all a clever joke."

"That is your choice. But if you did not believe in me, why did you go to so much trouble to see me?"

"It was your voice actually. It's beautiful."

"So I have been told. It sounds strange to my own ears when I am out of the water. Air is so thin that it hardly carries all the nuances of singing like the great water does. You should come under the water if you really wish to hear me sing at my best."

I was staring at the tail, which was twitching much like a cat's when it's stalking a mouse. That then led my eyes up until my gaze rested on where, on a human, her crotch would be. It made no sense, this configuration. Humans were mammalian, and fish were, well...fish. You can't blend them together and get anything but a mess. But here she was, and she was far from being anything I would ever call a mess.

"I would need scuba gear for anything longer than a minute or two."

"Yes you are limited in that respect How sad for you."

My curiosity was getting the better of me. "You speak very well. How is that possible?"

"Because I have a throat much like yours." But as she touched the sides of her neck I saw the slits there that I had not seen before. She had both a nose and gills. That was pretty sweet. The gills closed in the presence of air, and I'm sure she had some way of closing off her windpipe while under water.

"I meant, you speak English well."

"Yes. I am still learning. It is strange that you drylanders have so many different forms of communicating. I can comprehend seventeen at the moment."

"Uh, really? That's way more than I know!"

"Is é sin ró-olc."

"What?"

"My folk invented the Irish language. I said that it was too bad that you didn't know more. Your people are diverse and yet you dwell on trying to be the same; what's the word Oh yes; homogenous."

"I suppose so. But what of your people? I assume you're not the only one."

"Of course I'm not. I am here as ...I think he called it - being an exchange student."

"He?"

"The human who owns this place. He has sponsored me to stay here and learn."

"How can you learn when you have no one to teach you? No one can get into here except the hard way."

"Silly man. I have what you call a computer. I have access to all kinds of data. I have been told that my ability to learn it is fourteen times greater than the average land dweller. And yet, having a real conversation is very nice. I wonder if I would be allowed to keep you?"

"Keep me?" I didn't like the sound of that.

"Yes. It does get lonely being here all by myself."

"I'm just here as a photographer. I have no skills at being any sort of ambassador or whatever you'd expect from me."

"I expect you to be you. Just like with your toys, the ones you use to capture images, you want your subjects to be natural. That is all I would ask from you."

"I doubt Mr. McNally would approve."

"He would have no choice. I can have whatever I want. I have now chosen you."

"But..."

"There will be no exceptions. I will contact him and have it arranged. You may do whatever it is you do when you need to do it, but you will spend half of your time with me."

"But..."

"That is the portion of your body upon which you most often sit. I fail to see its relevance here."

"Very funny. I mean, I don't know what you expect from me."

"Interaction. Information is well and good, but interaction goes farther in helping me to determine human emotions. A mechanical box doesn't not convey feelings."

"I'm not sure I like this idea. I mean, you seem very nice, but to be honest, I find the whole thing sort of weird."

"Then you need recompense for your time?"

"That's not it at all. It's just that I broke Mr. McNally's confidence by breaking into here. He'll be angry at me."

"Oh I see. I believe I can salve things over with him. If he does not object, will you reconsider?"

The thing was, I was beginning to get turned on, and that was making me even more nervous. From the waist up she looked like a young girl, perhaps late teenage years. But that bottom half; well that was scaly and from all appearances lacked the proper anatomy one might find in a normal human girl. My arousal had overtones that I didn't care to evaluate at that moment.

She wasn't psychic that I knew of, but she obviously read my mind. "You are wondering if the old tales are true. You wish to know if a man can lay with a mermaid."

"I didn't say a word!"

"You have a flush to your cheeks, and even through the air I can hear your heartbeat rising. It is not such an unusual question. My kind has been dallying with your kind for ages."

I felt that my heartbeat was the only thing rising. "What are you suggesting?"

Her smile was the closest thing I had seen yet on her face that looked even remotely wicked. "I recommend that we dally of course. I assume that you wish to take something away from this encounter, and while our goals may be difference, what sort of beings would we be if we could not come to some sort of arrangement?"

"But how?"

"Do you think me so different?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

She laughed, and the air reverberated with the sound of wind chimes in a light breeze. Her hands went to her scales. She parted a thin slit to reveal pink tissue hidden beneath. "This is my; how do you call it in your language? Oh yes, vagina; though I have found many other words on the computer to describe it. And below it here is the anus, which from all of the..." her borrow furrowed, "por-no-graphy I see that you use it for sex as well."

"But are you, like... cold?"

"Cold? My body temperature is greater than yours by an average of three to four degrees. My flesh is not chilled like a fishes."

"And you would be willing to..."

"I am not against the idea. I do not think that I have the same fascination with the activity that your kind does, but I think it would prove to be a most satisfying experiment."

"I thought you said your kind had sex with humans?"

"My kind yes. That doesn't logically carry through that it referred to me personally Vince. I am only thirty seven years old."

"Thirty seven? You look like you're eighteen!"

"Don't be fooled by looks. We do not age as you do."

"About that. Where did you kind originate?"

"Where did yours? A god? From monkeys? You can argue and argue about that and it will never really matter. It only matters that you are here. Am I correct?"

"I suppose so."

"And I am here. We are, as you might put it, both adults."

"Yeah, it's hard to believe that you're older than I am. And doesn't it bother you that we're not of the same...uhm - species?"

"Does it bother you? What conditions must apply before the matter is anything more than academic?"

"I don't follow you."

"I have already agreed, without you even asking, to engage in a conduct that will bring us together in close physical contact. If I agree and you agree, where does the opinion of anyone else come into play?"

"I guess it doesn't. I just might have to live with what other people think of me. This isn't like the old days."

"What would you know of the old days? I think your people are still just as prudish and repressed as they were back then, and still we found lovers among your kind. If you don't want to engage in any contact, just say so."

"It's not that..."

"I know. It's that you think that I will think ill of you for even thinking of such a thing."

"Yeah, more or less."

"That you only value me for my looks and not my brains..."

"You said that, not me."

"I have both; brains and beauty. The first one I can control. I fill my mind with as much information as I can. The second comes naturally, and believe me when I say that not everyone under the rolling waves looks this good. But looks are important, if my reviews of your sexual movies have any meaning concerning your choices. This pornography comes in all types, but I find that looks mean a lot. So, therefore, I am not offended if you find me attractive. My brain is much harder to see."

"A lot of women..."

She cut me off. "I am neither a woman nor am I indicative of many. I am not your female stereotype but yet I am a female. And I grow tired of this discussion. It is fruitless. Do we have a deal?"

I thought it over. Even if I did get in trouble with Mr. McNally, I doubted in the long run that I would regret my decision."Deal!"

She stuck out her hand. "I believe you have the habit of shaking your hands to signify an agreement."

I grabbed it gingerly and was surprised at the strength it carried. She might have the appearance of a slight girl, but she was more powerful than she looked. She held mine and shook with a firm grip until she felt she had done so long enough. Then there was an awkward moment of silence.

"I guess it is settled then. I say we seal the deal with a little action! Why don't you get undressed, and I'll be right back."

She fell backwards into the water while I danced and fumbled with my clothing. I was in such a rush I seemed to have forgotten that shoes needed to come off first. I removed my shirt and then sat down on the edge of the pool to finish removing my shoes so that I could get my pants off. I managed to get one of the damn things off when a pair of hands slipped out of the water and yanked me in.

I hit the water and went to the bottom fast, feeling very glad I had enough sense to suck in some air before submerging. Marina was still holding onto me, pulling the rest of my clothing from my body. She may never have performed anything sexual in her past, but she knew how to get to it. When the last bit was freely floating in the water, she grabbed me by the waist and struck for the surface. I broke the barrier between water and air and then rose another eight feet. I barely remembered to suck in a breath as the sheer pleasure of the weightlessness swept over me.

Then we were back under the crystal blue water. I knew that she knew I had severe limitations, so I was going to have to trust her not to take this too far. I hardly wished to drown enjoying (hopefully?) the pleasures she had to offer. I had to admit I was still dually fascinated and mild repulsed by the thought of her lower half, despite the assurances that she wasn't cold blooded. It was a little hard to wrap my head around.

Thankfully, she had no qualms about wrapping herself around my head. I didn't know if the term virgin was appropriate for such a creature as this, but if she had saved herself, it had apparently been for no reason such as we humans seem to attach to it. And while I believed her when she said she had no experience, apparently she had gained a lot of knowledge from her time on the computer.

She shoved me back up into the air and against the side of the pool. I instinctively spread my arms and held myself up just seconds before I felt her mouth on my cock. I had heard about such dangerous underwater sexual positions and was struck by how lucky I was. This girl could remain submerged as long as she liked. I was beginning to see the advantages to our newfound relationship.

Her mouth was a touch of the ocean divine. She pulled me in like a maelstrom and held me with a grip stronger than the pull of an undertow. I had seen many things in my lifetime, and I had experienced many pleasures but this was one that would never, ever be eclipsed by anything I would ever encounter again.

She worked over me like she had done this many times before, which left me wondering just a little if she had lied to me. I hardly cared at the moment, but I still wondered a little, as I wondered at her very existence and at my all-to-easy acceptance of that hard-to-believe fact. Mermaids; merfolk in general, were relegated to the corners of fisherman's lore. They were mere flights of fancy used to explain the unexplained and to tickle your companion's ears over a pint in the pub after a long day of pulling in the nets..

Yes, she was made of the stuff of legends, and that legend was giving me the best head I had ever received. Her mouth was hot, and while the pool water was tropically warm, she seemed to be warmer than it by a fair margin. As she worked back and forth and up and down, I knew I wouldn't last long. If for no other reason, the sheer novelty of the experience was driving me over the edge.

When I came, she held on tightly and didn't let go, as I suspected she might. She sucked down every last drop I had to give and worked me over for more, until I finally bucked a little from the overdose of sensation she was causing me. She pulled off and rose, her head just coming out of the water. My head was tilted back behind me and I was still shaking a little.

"I take it that I did that procedure well?"

"That was unbelievable!"

"What did you find about that that you find to be not the truth?"

I shook my head to clear it. "That's not what I mean. I meant to say..." I was staring at the bemused look on her face. "You knew what I meant, didn't you."

"Of course. Your body responds in the way I have come to expect that it would. It is not so different among my kind, and from what I understand of many other creatures, it is quite common. Dolphins are very much interested in sex, you know. They have been known to tease our kind into action now and again."

"Really?"

"Yes, and why not? No harm can come of it. We are unlikely to drown as we don't need to breathe the air, so they are quick lovers. But you; I hope you have the potential for a drawn out encounter. Or have I drained you so much with my playfulness that you can't go at all now?"

I was still absorbing the matter-of-fact statement about dolphins. I had seen them aplenty during my travels, but I had never considered them to be anything akin to being sexually compatible. The mere thought of kinky sex with a dolphin, and the warm body bobbing in front of me was enough to stimulate the old libido into regenerating itself. I was beginning to envy the creatures of the sea.

"No, I think I can play a little longer if you like."

"Yes, I think that I would like that. I have met a number of land dwellers, but you seem more at ease around me than most."

Others? However they were, they were probably all labeled as lunatics if they had ever tried to tell their story. Hell, I had already made up my mind that I was keeping quiet about this. Even if I had the still shots and movies of to prove she existed, someone somewhere would just call it fake. And why shouldn't they? No, this was going to be a secret, and one I really rather hoped I could keep from my host. I had no idea how he was going to react to me upsetting the applecart. The barriers had been in place for a reason. A very good reason.

She was looking at me as my mind raced along. "You are thinking of what? Perhaps you care to share your thoughts?"

"I was thinking how lucky I am. And despite that, I can never tell another person about this."

"Oh, I believe you can tell whomever you wish. The fact remains that they will not likely believe you. The man at the big house; he believes because he is wise and he has seen; because of that he has special privileges and in return so do we."

"Privileges?" I was suddenly feeling jealous.

"We exchange rights to information. We know the sea, and he wishes to try and save your kind before they destroy the entire planet. The sea is large, but it cannot tolerate everything your kind feels they can hide beneath the surface."

"Tell me about it."

"If you wish..." She sounded disappointed.

"No, not now! I was speaking figuratively. I am well aware of the mess we are making. Part of my goal is to at least photograph all of the life forms I can before they disappear so they there will be some evidence of their existence."

She grabbed my shoulders and lifted out of the water, droplets streaming in rivulets down her hair and sides. Those firm breasts rubbed against my chest, and her nipples turned into hard little knots. I was glad she was getting as turned on as I was.

"It would be better to save them in life, but one man can do so little. Your effort is noble, if futile. Maybe your kind needs a wakeup call before it is too late."

"Like what?"

"That can wait. I think I will partake of a little enjoyment before I worry too much about the rest of the world."

"Are you sure you want your first experience to be with me?"

Her smile nearly melted me. "I cannot determine that for certain until after I have experienced you, now can I?"

Her logic was impeccable, but it put the onus on me to perform at my peak, and I really didn't even know where to begin. For one thing, having sex in the water was a new thing for me. Not too many of the girls I had ever dated were into it. I could swim well enough, but the obvious problem of holding my breath came to mind. And working away in a satisfying manner was going to require massive lung-fulls of air.

"Can we do this out of the water?"

"We could I suppose. You are handicapped, whereas I am not."

I knew what she meant, but that statement hurt. I couldn't argue with it, but it hurt nonetheless. She could breathe on land where I couldn't breathe underwater. "Is there some place you would prefer?"

"Anywhere is fine. I think though that a pad might be in order. My skin is used to water, not hard stone. If you show half the ability I think you have, I'll be raw in no time. I would prefer to have it be the part getting the work over, not my tail or shoulders from the abrasive stone."

Such confidence in my untried abilities! Now I was really stuck for it. Scrounging up a cushion wasn't too difficult, as there were several lounge chairs equipped with them, and I laid it out next to the edge of the pool. She put her hands on the edge, dropped down until her arms were straight, and then with a massive lunge launched out of the pool and onto the pad. Her tail flopped a little on the stone pavers, but she seemed satisfied with the end result of my makeshift bed.

"I always wondered at such devices, but I can see where gravity can get the better of you when you don't have the support of sea water under your fluke. And I guess I need to account for your weight on top of mine, leastwise for now. After you have things your way, I believe I shall have them in my fashion."

I sounded like a fair trade to me.

Now then, I was used to a girl spreading her legs in preparation for my cock, but there were no legs here. Instead, I watched as she spread open her slit, motioning for me to approach and enter. I straddled her scaly tail and leaned in. She grabbed a hold and guided me until I was in about an inch. After that I let my weight press me the rest of the way in.

She was absolutely correct about her warmth, for it was just as obvious and enticing here as it had been in her mouth. In addition to that her slit was very firm. She explained later on that it was necessary to keep out sea water, and in fact it pretty much molded around my cock and sealed off her hole to everything but my male intrusion. That was a first for me, and I hoped it wouldn't be the last. In one spontaneous action she had ruined human girls for me in an instant.

Her scales were less of a distraction than I figured they would be. They were tight against the flesh and didn't rub and gouge me, which was a plus. Her tail was twitchy, but once I let the idea of it out of my mind, the rest just fell into place. As it was, she was a solid platform upon which to work. Her arms grasped me tightly, and I had myself propped up on my hands; my knees barely staying on the cushion. My toes were hooked against her fluke, at the point where her tail started to spread out. It was now or never.

My hips began the task of driving me into her narrow confines. Her fingers dug into my skin as I repeatedly thrust between the sides of that narrow slit. If I had any qualms at first, they had vanished like the morning mists. She was quite obviously not human and I was quickly learning to appreciate her differences. For one, she was built like a slim teenage girl. Secondly, she was more physically expressive than any woman I had ever met. Once we started she went just a little wild.

She started what I thought was a deep throated cry, but it turned into a sort of throaty thrum that I recognized as equivalent to the same song I had heard her singing before. I had to guess that the hum was meant for broadcasting under the water. The tone was strange, and I felt it more as a physical vibration than an actual sound.

It made my bones sing as it traveled along my spine from my head to my toes. I can't quite describe the feeling other than to say it set off a feeling of euphoria that spread through my bloodstream like an overdose of stimulants mixed with marijuana. My cock went painfully rigid and my muscles kicked into overtime. I had just enough sense to understand that I was going to be hurting in the morning, if not sooner.

At the rate I was going, she going to be suffering far sooner.

In the past I had been an energetic lover; in my humble opinion of course, but this was far above and beyond anything I could have done naturally. I felt like my body had been taken over by a rabbit. My hips had to be moving at blinding speed. My cock felt like the needle on a sewing machine, only scaled up to proper human proportions.

Her earlier dalliance in sucking me off had done her no benefit either, for now it was going to take me far longer to release myself than that first time. My enthusiasm was rattling her body to such an extent that her song became garbled as I drove my cock deep inside her. Her song changed, going from the light crashing of waves against a sandy shore to the force of a gale driving the ships against deadly rocks.

The cushion was the only thing saving her skin at the moment, and I was grateful for the protection it offered my knees. I was also grateful for the overall experience, though I was tripping like an addict on LSD. Never in my wildest fantasies had I ever imagined anything even as remotely arousing as this.

We remained locked together for a prolonged duration. Though my awareness of the passage of time was skewed, it very well could have been an hour or more. My cock was in overload mode, and yet, despite the rash of sensations it was experiencing, I found it difficult to climax again. I became stuck in a sort of loop, grinding in hard because I had the need to release, and finding that I couldn't cum and therefore I tried even harder.

My heart felt like it was ready to explode within my chest cavity.

Marina was digging her fingers into my flesh with the strength of an octopus. Her grip was getting to the point I would easily call it crushing. Mermaids might take human lovers, but it was beginning to sink in to my psyche that the human might not always survive the encounter. And despite this, my body carried on, heedless of anything my brain was trying to tell it.

Her song continued to penetrate my bones, and so when it changed pitch and tone again, the effect was immediate. Her hole; already tight to the point of being carnally decadent, went into spasms and held me so firmly that my movements were immediately curtailed. It was apparent that she was having an orgasm, and if her words had been true, her very first one. Her song became nearly frantic as her throat rumbled and pulsated in time with my thrusts. The song suddenly cut out and an actual scream filled the patio grounds, echoing off the walls and very likely extending to the main house and beyond!

It was the point I had been unconsciously waiting for, and my balls knotted up and began to load the base of my cock with sperm. Mere seconds later my yell commingled with hers, and together we came and came until I thought that I was going to die right there and then. Whatever effect her body had on mine, my muscles wouldn't stop contracting until my cum was gone, and still it kept trying to unload. I attempted to pull free from her, and found that I was wedged tight. I knew dogs could get stuck, but I have never heard of it happening to a human.

Then again, she wasn't human. I was human, and I was stuck inside a mermaid as her body felt like it was trying to consume me - cock first. Her tail was lashing about and occasionally striking my ass with forceful blows. If I was into spanking I would have been delighted. I was not, but somehow I didn't mind it at the moment. I think I was still riding that artificially induced high.

I was beginning to see where doing this in the water was safer...for both of us. She packed a lot of power into that compact body, and I think the freedom to move in the water was better suited to her form. I was looking forward to what she had planned after this, as long as it was a few hours into the future. Right now I just wanted my cock to deflate so that the skin on it didn't feel like it was ready to split.

Marina's movements were winding down, and as she relaxed, I felt her body release its death grip on me. Now that I was free, I opted to remain where I was, as the discomfort of all the pressure had dissipated. She opened her eyes which heretofore had been tightly clamped shut, and while the whites were bloodshot, her irises were a swirl of sea greens and ocean blues. She smiled and in one swift motion rolled us over so that she was on top.

"Vince... You are far better than our stories would have had me believe."

"Me? You were incredible!"

"Do you really think so? I have so little upon which to base an opinion."

"Trust me, from someone who has some experience under his belt. I've dated my share of girls, and you are nowhere near what any of them ever were."

She sounded sad with her next words. "I didn't come close?"

I caught how she had misconstrued my words. "They were in the valley, and you are the top of the mountain."

She immediately brightened. "You mean then that you enjoyed our tryst?"

"You've ruined me for anyone else Marina."

She leaned down and kissed me passionately. "Good. It's settled then. You will be mine and I will be yours."

"Ok. In what way?" I asked hesitantly.

"In all ways of course! I have found you to be to my liking, and my body finds yours to be a perfect match. "

"Are you proposing that we get married or something?"

"Marriage is a human concept. In the ocean, we chose and we accept. You place value on shining metal and flimsy paper. We of the sea lay claim to the calling. I called out and I felt your body respond. What more does there need to be?"

What more indeed? "What about children?"

"What about them?"

"How will we have children. I mean, can we have children?"

"That is a question for another time. For now, be content with what lies in front of you."

"You mean on top of me, right?"

I felt her tail lash a little. "Yes; however you wish to view it."

As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but remember the words to a poem. The entire poem is pointless to recite, but a few lines of it struck a chord in my memory. In the end, I found myself speaking them out loud.

"They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all, and the wildest, the most urgent..."

She never moved or re-opened her eyes.

"T.H Lawrence."

"Yes it was he who wrote that. He was speaking of whales, but I think it applies here as well."

"No."

"No what?"

"He wasn't speaking of whales. He substituted whales in lieu of my great aunt Celia. Trust me when I say that no one understands the rushing of the hot blood unless they experience it for themselves. A poet is as good a choice as any other human, don't you think?"

I was no poet, but I had to agree.

_ There is nothing lovelier from under the sea, than a mermaid-fair to be with me, and in the waters so deep and blue, to share the love we found so true, and in the end, when starlight fails, we'll leave behind a few more tales, for together forever I'll be with thee, into the depths of eternity._