Her tongue sent ripples through my body. I moaned and licked harder through her folds. My tongue probed deep into her sheath, fucking her like Father’s cock. Yrsla squealed into my pussy and nibbled on my clit.
“Oh, Ayral,” she moaned as we spun about in the current.
“I know,” I panted. The boat was finally forgotten as we shared our sisterly love with each other. “Mmm, I love it when you nibble on my clit.”
Her finger caressed my pussy before she buried her mouth back into my body. I moaned, my fingers sliding along her smooth scales. My body spasmed against hers. It was so wonderful and sweet. I never wanted to stop licking her.
“Let’s cum together,” I moaned.
“Yes, yes, yes! You have the best ideas Ayral.”
I smiled into her pussy. I stroked the back of her tail up to her back, playing around at the transition between scales and flesh. My boobs pressed into her stomach, my nipples aching points massaged by her skin.
We moaned together. Her fingers dug into my scales as her passion built and built. I knew Yrsla, she grew closer to cumming. I latched onto her clit. I nipped it with my teeth as my tail shuddered. I was so close.
“You ready?” Yrsla panted. “I’m so close.”
“Yes, yes! I am so ready to cum with you.”
Our bodies shuddered together as our orgasm burst through us. Such wonderful bliss washed through me. Our tails thrashed, spinning us faster in the current. We tumbled through the water as our orgasms surged through us.
I was lost to the pleasure. I let it drift through my mind. I kept licking her. Yrsla’s tongue never stopped playing with my pussy. I held her tight, cuddling her as we drifted, the pleasure relaxing out of my body.
“Mmm, that was fun,” Yrsla smiled, her tail fluttering.
“Uh-huh,” I smiled, letting go of her. We parted slightly. I was facing down at the sand. It drifted past us. We were caught in the current.
“Did that take your mind off the boat?” Yrsla asked as she turned over to give me a kiss.
“The boat?”
Her lips pressed on mine. We turned and the surface came into view. My eyes widened as I kissed my sister. The boat was still over us. We drifted with it while making love. I broke the kiss and pushed away from my sister.
We were far away from the village. No one would know. I swam for the forbidden surface.
“Ayral!” Yrsla called out. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to look at the humans! I have to!”
“But…the law! Father will be very angry at you.” Yrsla swam after me and snagged my hand, yanking me around.
“Please, Yrsla,” I said, cupping her cheeks. Her blue hair floated around her pain-filled face. “I need to find out.”
“But…humans are monsters.”
“Then why did the old mermaids love them?” My eyebrows furrowed.
“Well…they didn’t have a choice…” Yrsla looked up at the boat. “They have a net out. They’re fishing.”
I rolled my eyes. “We eat fish.”
“Well…” Yrsla bit her lip.
“We keep schools of fish for eating, Yrsla. How’s it different?”
“They’re air dwellers. Why don’t they throw their nets in the air and catch those flying fish.”
“Birds?”
“Yes, birds. Then they don’t need to pollute are waters with their boats.”
I shook my head and peered into her silver eyes. “Please, Yrsla. I need to know. Every day, I wonder about them. Why do we have such romantic songs about them and stories about brave fisherwives and strong fisherman? There has to be a reason.”
Yrsla’s eyebrows scrunched up. “But…that makes Father…wrong.” Yrsla licked my lips. “If you go up there, they’ll hurt you. Father can’t be wrong.”
“I’m willing to take the risk.” My thumbs stroked her cheeks. “Please, Yrsla.”
“Fine,” she pouted and jerked away from me. “Go up there and break the rules. It’ll be your own fault when you wind up dead.”
Yrsla turned and swam fast, shooting back to the village.
I watched her swim off. I wasn’t making a mistake. I felt it in my heart. This was the right decision. I loved Father, but I couldn’t be his merslut, daughter-concubine any longer. I didn’t want to be discarded. I wanted to be loved.
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Willa – Calthin Bay, Kingdom of Thlin
I stared at the profile of my husband as he stared into the water. His skin had that burnished, red tan of a true fisherman, not like some of the louts that tried to court me. A gorgeous mane of yellow hair spilled about his neck in a tangled mass. He was strong, working a ship put muscles on any man or woman, and it was nice to lean against his frame.
So I did that, resting my head on his shoulder. The bay wasn’t choppy today. The boat rocked in the gentle swell. We drifted on the current that circled the bay. The water lapped cool at my feet as the sun warmed my face.
I loved being out on the bay. It was partly why I chose to marry a fisherman. And Kolin had something all the other boys that pursued me—fishermen, dockworkers, merchant sons, carpenter apprentice, and more—all lacked. Kolin had dreams.
He always talked passionately about the old stories, pining to see a real mermaid. The way he talked about them, well, it stirred a girl’s heart. He had vision. On our marriage night, he had me convinced we would see a mermaid. I knew my older sisters and their husbands never went through with the mutual masturbation into the bay.
I was crushed with him when she did not appear. He made me believe.
“Maybe there are mermaids down there,” I whispered, my hand on his thigh. I stroked up the fish-leather shorts, my fingers crossing the fine stitching that held the hides together until I reached his groin, I rubbed him. “We could try to attract one’s attention?”
A smile crossed Kolin’s lips. “I married the best girl on all of Rez. No, all of the Myrt Sea.”
“Not all of Thlin?” I asked.
“Well,” he smiled, “I’ve heard of the girls of Lusor and their large, round breasts.”
I elbowed him in the stomach. “You think a girl that’s never tasted the sea could be better than me? Their skin is so light it’s pink, never burnished by the sun.”
A grin split his lips. “I guess you’re right. The best girl in all of Thlin.”
“Then let’s summon a mermaid,” I grinned, “and court her.”
My hand caressed his bulging cock. He swelled beneath my hand, always so ready and eager. I pulled at the lacings, the knot coming undone. My hand pushed inside and grasped hid dick. His groan was satisfying to my ears. I drew out his cock, his tip dark-red and throbbing, leaking precum.
“You’re eager,” I purred to him as I stroked up his cock. I squeezed harder, letting the drop of precum bead the tip before I smeared it around his thumb. “You’re just eager to cum, aren’t you?”
“I want the mermaid to taste my salt on the waves,” he panted.
Kolin’s hand reached over and touched my bare stomach before sliding up to my breasts. I had freed them earlier, letting the sun kiss my tits like a proper fisherwife. The town girls didn’t know the freedom of the bay and the salt, and hid their breasts like shy maids. Kolin’s calloused hand reached my breast and squeezed, his thumb stroking over my nipple.
The pleasure shot down to between my thighs, moistening my pussy. My hand tightened on his shaft, stroking him faster as I squirmed. I crossed my thighs, caressing my aching clit. I turned my face, pressing my lips against his cheek, his stubble was rough on my lips.