“Thank you, Father,” I smiled as he gave another tug on my nipple.
The pleasure ran right to my pussy and my hole clenched about his probing finger. My fingers curled in bliss and I moaned. My hair floated about me as I let my head drift back and enjoy the skill of Father’s fingers.
“Have you been thinking of the evil fishermen again?”
“Of course not, Father,” I moaned.
“Ayral?” A second finger entered me.
I gasped and twitched. “Definitely not.” The lie came easily to my lips even as the pleasure built inside me. “I do not want to be discipline again.”
Father had spanked me harshly. My tail was always so sore when he finished.
“I just want to be obedient and loving, Father.” And to see a fisherman. I wanted to find out if they were as handsome as the stories claimed. And were the wives as beautiful? Would they spill their seed and dew into the sea for me to devour. Would their sexual fluid excite me?
I felt something was lacking even at the height of my pleasure with Father.
“I love you, Father,” I smiled and gave him another kiss, my hands stroking through his beard. I did love Father, but it didn’t feel the same way as the songs described. I didn’t yearn for him when we were apart. He didn’t make my heart race.
Though his fingers knew how to stir my passions.
My pussy clenched down on his fingers as I floated near him. My tongue fluttered through his mouth as we kissed. His thumb caressed across my clit. My tail fin fluttered hard, breaking our kiss as I slid up his body.
“Do you want me to suck on your tits?” Father asked as he buried his face between them. His wiry beard caressed my nipples as his mouth sucked on my nub.
“Oh, Father,” I moaned as his strong lips nibbled. His fingers dug faster and faster in and out of my pussy.
My hands stroked his powerful muscles as my tail swished. The pleasure swelled through me. Moans escaped my lips. Father’s fingers were so thick. They were almost as nice as his cock. What would a fisherman’s dick be like?
I closed my eyes and imagined a fisherman, his cock thrusting from his fleshy crotch, slamming in and out my pussy’s depths as his fisherwife rubbed her pussy on my lips. I pretended to devour her salty, silky snatch as my pussy clenched on Father’s fingers.
“Yes, yes!” I groaned. “Fuck me! Make me cum!”
I needed to be careful. I couldn’t let Father know I fantasized about a fisherman. I would be in so much trouble. My tail swayed, brushing father’s scales. My fins slid up his scales, sending warm tingles shooting up to my pussy.
I was lost to my fantasy. The fisherman’s face was so handsome. He made my heart beat fast, and his fisherwife was beautiful, her hair floating around her shoulders as she rubbed her pussy on my lips. I stuck out my tongue as my pleasure swelled.
I wanted to meet humans. I wanted to see what it was like above the waves. I climbed higher on higher on my climax. I let out a wordless moan as my orgasm crashed through me. My body shuddered as I savored my fantasy.
“My sweet Ayral,” grinned Father as he pulled his fingers from my pussy. He brought them to my lips before the currents washed away my juices. I could taste my salty flavor in the water, my milky juices leaking out and letting out a small cloud of passion to drift around us. Father moaned in delight as he licked at my juices. “Delicious as always.”
I smiled, pleased Father enjoyed me. “You must be excited, too.” My hand slid down his stomach to where his crimson scales began. I slid down his sleek scales to his own slit. I teased the edge, the scales parting and the tip of his cock appearing.
My fingers dipped inside, caressing the tip of his cock. He expanded into the water, thick and throbbing, eager to fuck me. He wanted to fertilize my egg. I was nearing my first ovulation. The full moon approached, and Father was eager to impregnate me.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to lay his egg. It would tie me down to the seafloor while I cared for our little egg. But I couldn’t resist his commands. He was King Triton. He ruled the bottom of the sea, and I was his daughter-concubine.
It was my duty to pleasure him.
I leaned over, my lips kissing his scales as I neared his cock. Maybe he would spill in my mouth and I wouldn’t have to fuck him. It would deny me more pleasure, but limit his chances to fertilize me. My lips kissed nearer, my cheek sliding across his scales. His tail fluttered lazily as my hand grasped his throbbing dick.
My mouth nibbled on the tip of his cock as I stroked him. His tail fluttered faster as my pink tongue swirled around the reddish tip. He let out a groan as my lips swallowed the tip. My fist pumped faster at his cock as my mouth sucked hard.
“Are you trying to suck me dry, merslut?”
I moaned around his cock, my own tail fluttering as my excitement grew. I was Father’s little merslut. My mouth worked farther down his cock. His dick had fully emerged and pulsed in my mouth. My hair fluttered around my face as I bobbed and the salty flavor of his precum tickled my mouth.
Such a delicious taste.
His hand stroked the back of my tail, sliding up to where my scales turned into flesh. He brushed my rear slit. I gasped on his cock as he circled the slit. My scales grew excited and parted, exposing my sphincter.
His finger pushed into my asshole. I groaned about his cock and sucked as hard as I could. Father let out a low groan as his tail spasmed hard. His cock thrust deeper into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat as his finger wormed deeper and deeper into my bowels.
“So beautiful, my little merslut,” Father groaned as he stroked my purple hair with his other hand. His fingers combed through my locks as his other digits pumped in and out of my bowels. “You are so eager for my cum. But which hole should I dump it in? Not your mouth. Mmm, I need something more exciting.”
I pulled my lips off his cock. “Your finger seems to enjoy my rear slit,” I purred, my thumb sliding across the crown of his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to experience my bowels? I know how much you love my tight flesh wrapped around your thick cock.”
“That is tempting.” His finger pushed deeper into my bowels. “But it is so close to the full moon. I think you want me to spill in your pussy. Or are you scared of being a mermother?”
“Scared,” I admitted, my asshole clenching down on his finger.
“You will be an amazing mermother,” he grinned as his free hand cupped my chin and pulled me to him. My body turned in the water, floating right over him. His hard cock brushed my scales, so close to my pussy slit. “You will love our egg and watch over it while it grows, waiting for our daughter to hatch. Don’t you want that?”
No. I wanted to go above the waves.
“Yes, Father,” I moaned.
Father pushed up from the bed of kelp, holding me tight. We drifted through his coral room as his cock slid closer and closer to my pussy. I bit my lip as he nudged my folds. I wanted him in me. My pussy itched.
I was such a merslut.
“I can see it in your silver eyes,” Father smiled, his tail flexing and pushing the tip of his cock into my pussy. Just enough to tease me and drive me wild. “You want my cock in you, don’t you, merslut?”