4. Mermaid Tails
Marina
The look of shock on Demi’s face was wonderful as my true form took over.
To make it easier on our first date, I’d kept myself to a more human-sized form, but in reality—I was four times larger than that.
Her pretty mouth dropped as I grew in front of her until her arms could not wrap around me.
My hand was large enough to nearly wrap around the entirety of her thigh, my tail waving in the water.
I sighed, content now. I’d been as restless as the sea, but now that she was here, my heart had quieted.
“If it is too much, I can shift back—”
“No.” Demi stared up at me, her eyes wide. “You’re beautiful. Are you kidding me about shifting back? In both forms you’re stunning, but—Marina, I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do right now.”
A streak of need rippled through me.
“Can I touch you?” she whispered.
I nodded. “Anywhere you’d like to.”
“Everywhere, then.”
“Do I . . . should I show you how our anatomy differs?”
Demi paused thoughtfully, but then nodded. “Yes. Show me how you like to be touched.”
I wished that I could take her to my home. I thought about it for a moment, but it would be too deep for her in her present condition. Humans did not do well beyond the twilight region of the ocean. Her lungs would collapse from the pressure.
Eventually, if we became fully mated, she would be able to withstand the pressure on her body as we descended. She would never be able to go down to the trenches, of course. Even with our magic, there were some parts of the ocean not meant for humans. But she would be able to visit my home.
For now, we would make do with our open space and the cavern.
I swept my hair back over my shoulders, cupping my breasts.
Her little teeth sank into her bottom lip as she watched me, her eyes wide and drinking me in.
I loved the way she looked at me, and how open she was right now.
It was a very different feeling from our first date. Her expression shimmered with desire.
I’d had some time to think about things.
I'd even talked to a couple of my friends, Delphin and Aegaeon who were mated to their human, Matt.
They reminded me that humans did not naturally have fated mates, were stubborn, and easily frightened.
The concept of fated mates was so ingrained into my view of the world, but it was a new concept to her, even if she'd been with monsters before.
I hated being patient. More than anything I just wanted to complete our bond and start our new life. But I could give her the time she requested. I guess.
And in the meantime, I’d show her how good our future could be.
She drifted closer as a current swept past us. I brought her body to mine, letting her face nestle between my breasts. Between the two of them, they nearly buried her. She mumbled something, and I raised a brow.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I said that I could die happily now.”
My chuckle turned to a gasp as her lips found one of my nipples. She took it into her mouth, her eyes sweeping up to hold my gaze as she began to suck.
It'd been a long time since I had been touched like this.
Far too long. My head tipped back as she kissed her way to my other nipple and took it fully into her mouth, sucking as she kneaded my breast with her hands.
It was easy to get lost in the feeling of her body against mine, even though our bodies were so differently sized.
She was warm, like the surface on a sunny summer day.
Demi kissed between my breasts, down my stomach and over the gills along my ribs. Pleasure fluttered through me, every part of me oversensitive. I moaned as her hands slid over my pelvic fins, her fingers tangling with the long wisps at the end.
Possessed by the need for her to see the rest of me, I gripped her and moved her down my tail, right below my hips. Her thighs clamped around me as best as she could, and I was surprised she was able to even hold on.
“Here,” I rasped, retracting my claws and pushing two fingers against my slit.
I parted it for her, revealing my folds.
Demi’s eyes lit up. She smoothed her palms over my scales, leaning in closer as I revealed myself to her. I was already aroused and wet, yearning for her touch.
“Do you have . . . do you have two clits?” Demi asked.
“Yes,” I said.
Every part of me trembled as I slid my fingertips over both of them. I just wanted her hands on me, not my own.
“May I touch you?”
I nodded eagerly. “Please.”
Demi pushed my hand away gently and parted my slit, lowering her face to me. Her tongue darted out, dragging over my clits, which were nestled right next to each other.
My muscles hardened as a bolt of pleasure tore through me. I cried out, my head tipping back as she licked and sucked, her fingers carefully, slowly pushing inside me.
“Demi,” I gasped, my voice ragged.
“Should I stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed.
She had no idea how badly I needed this.
“I can take your entire hand.”
She looked up at me, her brows arching. “My entire hand?”
“Yes.” I rocked my hips in demand, my tail fin swishing through the water, a thousand bubbles erupting and floating up. “All of it.”
“What about lube?”
“I assure you, I am properly wet.”
“Okay. If you need me to stop, tell me, okay?”
“I won’t need you to stop. I need you to go.”
Demi rolled her eyes at me. “You really are a princess, aren’t you? So used to always getting your fucking way.”
I hissed at her, but that only made her smile bigger. “Little sailor, I need you to fuck me with that hand of yours. I demand it. No, I command it.”
“Whatever you want, princess,” she huffed.
Her thighs tightened around me, and I could feel her arousal.
She leaned over, her forearm pressing right above my slit, her forehead resting against it as her tongue started to work my clits again.
My nipples stiffened, my head thrashing as she carefully worked two fingers inside me. Then three . . . four . . .
My slick walls tightened around her knuckles, but then gave with ease, pleasure pulsing through me as I took her entire hand. She worked it in and out of me slowly, her tongue never tiring.
Carefully, I dragged my claws up her spine.
She moaned, her hips rocking, her pussy sliding over my smooth scales.
She pumped her hand in and out of me faster, and I was already so close.
I’d been on edge for days now, knowing the only one who would satisfy me was my human mate.
Every part of my body craved her, from fin to fin.
I tugged her braid gently and she looked up. I leaned over, kissing her on the lips. Oh, kissing her when I was four times her size felt different. But I still loved the way she opened her mouth for me, her small tongue sliding across mine as she thrust her fist in and out.
“Demi,” I panted, my eyes fluttering.
“Talk to me,” she said. “Tell me what feels good.”
My cheeks burned as I clenched around her. “Harder, faster.”
She did exactly as I said, and I felt pleasure curl all the way to my fin tips. Her other hand settled right above my slit, her thumb circling my clits, creating a rhythm that sent me over the edge.
I arched as I cried out loud enough to send a school of fish bolting away. My orgasm burst through me, a sonar pulse in every nerve ending, my moans following as a euphoric rush followed.
Every muscle melted like a wax candle and I sighed happily. I was floating, dreamy with the woman I’d always wanted riding my tail.
I opened my eyes and spotted her satisfied smirk. She reminded me of a catfish right now, lording herself over me. As if we were finished.
I lifted Demi with ease, enjoying her surprised squeak as I flipped her around, her ass facing me as I settled her pussy right over mine.
Her thighs clamped around me, her hands planting against my tail.
I felt her fingertips on my scales, her heart beating so fast. Her arousal made my mouth water, the scent making me desperate to watch her come undone for me.
“Ride me,” I said roughly. “I want you to come for me.”
Demi’s head tossed back as she started to rock her hips.
She bucked and writhed, her pussy drenching my own, rubbing against my clits in a way that awakened more need.
I knew she was my mate, because I’d never felt this feral before.
I wanted her to mark me, fuck me, accept our bond, and let me drag her down to my bed and mate her for hours and hours.
She moaned, bubbles leaving her mouth as she chased her orgasm. She kept grinding against me, but it wasn’t until I leaned forward and pressed my lips against her neck and shoulders that she started to shudder.
Her euphoric cry was my own siren song. Music to my ears, the only sound I wanted to hear for the rest of my life.
I just hoped that soon, Demi would feel the same way about me.