Chapter 7 #2
I took a glass of wine from a human servant and wandered the wooden paths into the trees, passing many a mer and fae kissing. One mermaid had a fae woman pinned to a tree, on her knees with her tongue inside the Sidhe while a Gentry woman watched.
Mer were of legs outside the water, green finned inside it. Able to breathe on land and under the waves. When with legs, their torsos were speckled with iridescent green scales. A beautiful adornment.
I turned left and followed a curved path through some trees, heading down to a cove. A half-moon-shaped beach met me, rocks on either side of it, gentle waves licking at the shore.
With no one here yet, I watched the sea and sipped some wine. Waiting. Someone had been following me. A merman.
Moments later, I heard a rustle in the trees. I turned to face him.
Short brown hair, brown-skinned, and eyes of aquamarine, the mer was a handsome one. Tall and lithe with a firm penis, he carried a bottle of the clear Oil of Love in his hand, a blanket draped over his right arm.
Presumptuous.
Excellent.
“Hello there, Your Highness.”
My cock twinged and wanted out of the breeches. “Hello. You know who I am?”
“Of course. I’ve heard songs of the handsome prince.”
“You’re too kind.” I enjoyed eyeing up his body, his dusting of scales, and smooth skin.
“What is the blanket for?” I asked.
He grinned. “For you, if you want it.”
I put my wine goblet down. “For me?” I began to unbutton my shirt. “Really?”
“Oh, yes,” he purred.
I opened the last button on my shirt. “How lovely. But should I take this off?”
“As sexy as you look in those clothes, I need you out of them.”
“But it took me so long to get ready.”
“You didn’t need to. You’re the sexiest man here.”
I didn’t blush, turned on even more. He was a big mer in the right place, and I craved a cock like that inside me.
I peeled my shirt off, giving him a show. “What’s your name?”
“Adrian, Your Highness.
“Nice to meet you, Adrian.”
Next went my breeches and my boots until I stood as naked as him.
I slid my hand across my stomach, pausing at my pubic hair. Heat pooled at my core, my nerves dancing with anticipation. “Why don’t you come over here and lay that blanket down?”
He did so, spreading the blue material into a rectangle big enough for two. A seaweed blanket. So soft and a nice layer to stop sand from getting into unwanted places.
We sat together on it, immediately touching, kissing, enjoying each other’s bodies. I relished in the exploration of his toned build, the feel of his girth in my hand. I stroked him and kissed him and returned the favor until I lay back, lifting my legs.
He moved into position, my legs curling over his shoulders. His fingers played with my crevice, prepared me for action with the oil.
“Whenever you’re ready, Your Highness,” he said.
“I’m always ready,” I flirted.
He liked that.
Adrian slicked his cock and slowly entered me. “How does that feel, my prince?”
“Wonderful.” The burn of friction, the barrier coming down to give way to pleasure.
For a moment, I saw the human above me. A flicker of him, his roughness, his dirty hair, that beard so close to touch. So close to scratch my skin.
Then the image was gone.
“Though my cock is inside you,” Adrian breathed, pulling me back to him, “I am your slave. Let me serve your royal body as you please.”
I slid my hand to the back of his neck and brought his face down closer to mine. Stopping short of a kiss.
“I want you to fuck me into the sand.”
The mer collapsed on top of me. His mouth rested against my neck, hot breath tickling my skin. Still inside me, our limbs tangled.
“Amazing,” he said. “Your ass is as delicious as I heard.”
“Where did you hear this from?”
“The mer of last year,” he answered. “Those of my kind who crave the flesh of men spoke of you these past months. Those who were lucky to have fucked you, that is.” He pushed himself up, hands planted either side of my head.
I touched his face, bathed in his aquamarine eyes. “Is that so?”
“Yes, Your Highness. There are many mermen who want to indulge in you tonight.”
“Lucky for them, I have a rampant appetite for this activity.”
“A legendary appetite.”
“The night is young,” I said, stroking his face. “I will gladly attend many a cock tonight. But for now, I want to enjoy our moment. You really fucked me into the sand.”
A pity the human wasn’t here to watch…
He kissed me. “I could go again. Many, many times.”
“Who says you can’t?”
He stood up. “I can’t be greedy, can I?”
I rolled onto my side, enjoying the view. “Does that thing ever deflate?”
He grinned, stroking it. “Not when you’re around, clearly.”
All this flattery was feeding my ego too much. Any moment now, my head would swell, and I’d float off into the realms of true arrogance.
Why not enjoy it for a night? Relish in the idea of songs and stories about me. Bask in this merman’s desires.
Adrian returned to the seaweed blanket. We snuggled, holding each other on our sides, our noses touching. He nuzzled me with his nose.
“Nose kiss,” he said.
“You’re adorable, Adrian.”
“I try to be.”
Rustling in the trees. More mermen. Five of them.
Adrian’s hardness pressed into my belly. “All five?”
“Yes.”
“Can I watch?”
“You’re the sixth.”