For so long the world I've known has been in shades of turquoise, emerald, and lapis lazuli. The ocean. It is a vast kingdom where entire worlds are born. It is said that once upon a time all that now walks upon the earth began beneath the sea. The orb on which we dwell was only water before the gods considered how quaint it would be if there were those who could walk instead of swim like their celestial counterparts and farm in the ground instead of the many underwater fields. What might it be like to live in an in-between? Neither of the sky or the sea.
They worked with the celestial gods who found the idea intriguing and built mounds upon mounds with their magic that rose high above the tides and solidified. They created trees, grass, and little pools so that those who would go to the ground would not miss their former homes so much. In this new world, they formed a paradise and allowed those who were daring enough to venture to the surface, where the celestial gods imbued them with earth magic. Their fins, scales, and tails disappeared. Cartilage hardened into bone and flesh, while soft skin that resembled the rest of their form lightened or darkened rather than keep the tint of their former home.
It seemed for a time that they remembered their former home in the sea and brought gifts for those that they'd left behind. The surface dwellers taught their offspring to respect and protect the waters and all the life that remained there.
But with every generation, the new world of those we called humans became selfish, arrogant, greedy. They no longer cared for those their ancestors left behind. They felt no kinship, and respect became indifference, until indifference became something far more dangerous.
Fear.
The humans feared us, feared the wildness of something which they could no longer reach. They feared the sharks they'd once played with, the sea serpents they'd once ridden, and the whales who were too large and wild to be tamed. They sought profit from these things and told their blackening hearts it was because it would bring food to their tables and light to the darkness of their worlds.
But my father knew the truth. They feared what they could no longer understand. They hated us, for we were not like them.
In punishment, the celestial and water gods attempted to flood the earth, and ruin their homes to drive them back to the sea. But a few of the celestial gods were merciful, having grown fond of their new subjects, and saved a handful of them. Enough to repopulate the earth.
Enough to make enemies.
I am too young to remember the beginning. The youngest of six I am only in my fiftieth year, and all that I know of the humans and Surface are what my father and sisters tell me. It is dangerous.
The Surface killed my mother shortly after I was born.
Father tells me often of how fishermen caught her in their nets and speared her as if she were a prize. My sisters destroyed their ship, killed them, and brought our mother home . . .but it was too late. It is a story known throughout the kingdom, and my father's hatred for humans is shared, for my mother was beloved by all.
But I do not remember her face.
Still, I am forbidden from going to the Surface. I cannot even join the hunts of my sisters and friends. Father keeps me closer than the others, spoils me with pretty things, and gives me whatever I want. . .
Except what I want the most.
I am curious. It is both a blessing and a curse as I am also rebellious and stubborn. These are traits that often drive my father to madness. Just because I am forbidden to go to the Surface I have done so frequently, especially when the shadow of a ship passes over. The first time I only wanted to see all that my father said was so evil. Would the humans have monstrous teeth, red eyes, long claws?
No. They did not.
I find humans to be interesting. I have mostly seen the males who work upon the ships that cross our seas, though I do not desire to. Not when the females are so intriguing. Some are big like the men, strong and brawny with muscles that shine in the sun. Others are smaller and delicate. They wear long flowing clothing and fan themselves on the decks of the ship.
I dislike those.
But others -the slender, handsome ones- intrigue me. The rippling of their sinewy muscles beneath smooth skin, the salt water dripping off of their hair and faces as they pull funny looking things on their boats. They are not naked. Not like the merpeople. They wear funny things called clothes. Shirts that stick to their forms and outline their breasts.
When I see them I get this funny feeling in a special place on my tail. It pulses and squeezes in a most pleasant way and my own breasts grow heavy, the nipples taut and erect.
Sometimes I ask my sisters about this feeling, and they always laugh at my innocence. Just as they do now.
"Why, little Sirenia it simply means you're ready to mate," Adaline says as she stares at herself in a looking glass stolen from one of the humans' merchant ships. She runs her fingers through her shimmering emerald hair, and her sharp gray eyes flicker to me. She is the most beautiful of all of my sisters. The oldest and most worldly. "Has some lucky merman caught your eye, sister?"
"Finally! Or perhaps some lucky mermaid?" Adele teases in a purr. She lounges on a reef as her lover Uma braids shells and colorful anemones into her violet tresses. Everyone knows Adele prefers the company of fellow mermaids rather than mermen, but the affirmation makes me squirm anyway.
"Sirenia is meant for some sexy merman's cock. Look at her," Adaline purrs.
"Perhaps. But exploring with a pretty mermaid won't hurt either. Better to keep all options open. Isn't that right, Uma?" Adele trills.
"Indeed." Uma's voice is a sensual velvet that makes me tingle all over and I wonder quietly what she and my sister do. How do they perform the mating dance?
Anite, the second youngest and most against mating, huffs, "I've tried it. I find the coin purse of a mermaid to be squishy. It's like sticking my fingers into a jellyfish!"
"Yes, but with a jellyfish at least there's a little more excitement," Adaline answers with a snort and rolls her eyes.
"Speak for yourselves. Perhaps you've just been with the wrong mermaids."
Anite rolls her eyes, "Honestly, I do not even know why anyone wastes their time with mermen or mermaids. None of them are interesting."
They go on like this, but the conversation and forbidden thoughts leave my blushing cheeks, normally tinged pale blue, a deep purple and I slowly swim backwards, attempting to lose myself in the reef. I can feel eyes on me and notice that Uma is watching me keenly, her amber eyes knowing.
I have seen the mating dance of my people many times. Sometimes it was accidental, other times it was because my sisters dragged me to watch. It is primal and primitive. An ancient swirling ball of arousal and need. A female emits pheromones when she's ready to be mated, and eligible mermen and mermaids can approach her. It is the female's right to choose.
To join her in a dance without her consent is forbidden.
Once the mermaid chooses her mate(s) the dance begins in elegant swimming circles where they caress skin and scales, bodies winding and intertwining sensually. The more aroused the mermaids, the more frenzied the dance as the alpha males and females organs extend from their hiding places. I have seen mermaids take these organs into their mouths as the alpha mermaids threw their heads back in ecstasy, while others skipped this part altogether begging in the mournful language of our people to be filled, taken, and mated. Then it is a frenzied thing. A passionate thing as the chosen grabs hold of the mermaid's waist to press themselves against and inside of her. The ecstasy is palpable and even I can feel it in that pulsing place where sometimes my webbed hand strays to feel its wetness that is so different to that of the water all around me. As if that place meant for mating is its own ocean, deep and hot.
My sisters giggled when they saw me.
"Soon it will be your turn."
But I don't want my mating dance to be with a mermaid. I find most repulsive and crude, though many have asked my father for my hand. I always refuse. Most of them only ask because I am a princess; the rest because I will not do the mating dance with them and they believe I will be willing if I am married.
The mermaids are different. I am curious about them. . .though, not as curious as I am about the humans with their soft tanned skin that is warm instead of cool like us of the sea.
Now as I lie here on the bed of seaweed in the secret cavern where I store treasures and hide away, I allow my scaled tail to rise, and curve it so that I may reach and caress that place once more. My sisters told me that our people call it a woman's shellpurse, and to follow its crevice to the rise of the oyster's pearl where it hardens and throbs. I gasp as I do, moan as webbed fingers probe my swollen sex. Little ripples of pleasure heatedly travel through my body and I am so involved in exploring myself that I do not feel the shift in the currents to mark Uma's arrival.
"I thought I might find a naughty little mermaid here," she rasps.
Uma is older and stunningly beautiful, more even than my sister Adaline who is rumored to be the most beautiful in our region of the sea. Her hair shimmers like spun gold, and her skin is so pale it is like a pearl's surface with glittering amber eyes and full lips. The rippling waves of her hair cover her breasts, but even the curtain of it cannot hide the fullness of her breasts, shapely hips, and beautiful buoyancy of her shimmering azure tail.
I blush and quickly lower my tail in embarrassment, but her webbed hand catches it to push it back.
"Oh no, no. Let me."
"Uma- oh!" I gasp as she swims forward and presses her face against my scales, but a sudden probing of her tongue through my heated arousal makes the shimmering water seem to grow brighter as pleasure of a different kind lances hotly through me.
"Mmm, I love the way little virgins taste," she moans and kisses me there, suckles the swollen lips and blossoming arousal. "Better than the sea. I wonder how long it will take to make you burst in my mouth."
I whimper and in my mind think that I should push her away. She is my sister's lover after all, but I have never been touched in this way and my body does not understand honor. So instead I reach to grasp her hair, holding her closer as my tail fins thrash with the rising ecstasy.
"What is happ-? Ohhhh, goddess. What is happening?"
She says nothing, only laps more fervently at my now dripping slit as my body succumbs and opens itself more to her. This involves no dancing. It is something altogether different, something I am unaccustomed to, but rises within as I think of the human women aboard the ships, the way their skin glistens, the curves of their chests, and I have seen their organs too. Sometimes off of the coast I see them. Never aroused like the alpha merpeople, but the way the dark hair frames their mating members leaves little to the imagination of what they might be like when they are ready to mate.
I think of all of this as Uma slides her webbed fingers inside of me, widening them to spread my entrance. My body is a writhing thing as the coldness of the ocean fades to liquid heat. Overwhelming heat with every burst in and out of her fingers inside of me while her lips and tongue latch onto my pearl.
The world changes color as Uma becomes a sailor and I a mermaid, helplessly held while she has her way with me. Her fingers are the hardness of a mating member, and the swell of pleasure becomes a living breathing thing as I jerk, and a sudden clench around her fingers becomes rippling spasms that awash me with pleasure.
Uma moans as if I have blessed her with all she has ever desired, refusing to let up for even a moment. In fact, she pushes me further into the cave, our bodies cramped, but roiling in pleasure as her mouth finds mine.
"I had to have you before you gave yourselves to one of those worthless human females." She groans against my mouth and I gasp that she knows my thoughts, her mouth descending from my own to swollen breasts, hard nipples like pebbles she suckles fervently. The pull of her mouth is hot and her fingers still drive deep into my eager slit.
"How did you know?"
"I have been watching you for a long time, and I have seen your brief trips to the surface, but I've said nothing. You are always so desirous after your little trips. So ready to mate that the scent rolls off of you in waves and fills me with longing I have hidden for far too long."
Uma's smile grows more devilish. "And now I've made you come. But you want more, don't you. Human cock for your slutty little siren hole." Her words make her thrusts harsher, and it sends pleasure boiling to the surface, desperate to break free, but my body is not quite ready yet, having been allowed to release twice already. It is stubborn and I am in agony, blissful agony.
The currents shift as the shimmering light from the sun above grows to shadow. A storm builds on the surface while another builds in my body and I cry out, the sound swallowed by Uma's mouth as her entire body rocks and I realize she is pleasuring herself on my tail, I feel her heat and her breaths grow heavy.
"Come with me, princess. Give me this gift, and I will help you feel the human girl cock you so crave. I will show you how to lure a useless creature from Above into your arms," She pants. "Think of how eager they will be to fill your mermaid cunt."
I come. I cannot help it. The feel of her powerful body rocking into mine, her pleasure, my own, and the visage that her promise paints inside of my mind leave me gasping as we shudder violently together in our shared bliss.
It takes a moment for me to find my voice as Uma laps lazily at my nipple, and another spark of pleasure lights anew.
"How? How will you help me feel a human?" I ask tentatively.
The older mermaid smiles as she looks up at me, and for a moment it is as if her amber eyes turn black and her smile sinister, but it is a mere trick of the light, and after a moment she croons.
"Come with me little one, and I will show you. But first. . .you must make me a promise."
Desperation -or perhaps naivete and the drunken afterglow of climax- does not allow me to think. After all, what could Uma possibly want? Jewels? A title?
"Of course. Anything."
"I will show you how to have what you desire and after seven days. . .you must give me what I most desire."
"What is it you desire?"
"Oh, little princess. . .have you not guessed yet? I desire you, for my very own."