Mermaids and Mermaids Accessories [PV]

Kenneth grunted as he popped the top on another one of beer cans from an ever diminishing six pack. The sand beneath his feet was a pearly white as his naked toes dug into it. The sun was setting in the distance, dipping under the horizon.

Fuckin’ bollocks is what it was, he thought.

He’d been invited on the trip with Tom and his new gal Jeanne on the promise that there’d be plenty of monsters willing to do the sideways tango with him in this tropical resort. All that’d come of that promise was him drowning his loneliness in cheap beer while Tom and Jeanne shagged like monkeys all through the day and night.

Yeah, great idea Tom. Go ahead and knock that soapy tart up while you’re at it.

“Ah, piss.” He muttered, taking another sip of the cold alcohol. At least the view was nice, the sky a pretty marmalade color as the sun continued to dip, ushering in the night. There were tiki torches all about him, lit for the evening festivities.

He had no inclination to join them at the moment, all of the shaggable fillies, both literal and figurative were taken. Hell, he’d wonder what kind of a sick fuck got off to the idea of shoving his whole bloody arm into the gaping horse pussy the centaur ladies had.

Best not to think about it.

Kenneth barely noticed as one of the locals walked up, a big ox of a man with skin as dark as tanned leather. He was wearing an
exceptional dumb smile on his face, almost neighborly. The man must’ve stood at least two meters tall and looked more like a walking refrigerator than a human being.

“What for you make stink-eye brau?” He said, the rumbling voice off-putting.

“No luck with the ladies, mate.”

The Islander nodded, contemplating the young man’s situation. Sitting down, he clapped a heavy, calloused hand onto Kenneth’s shoulder. “You not one of dos make-trouble guys, yeah brau?”

Make-trouble guys? The fook was this guy talking about?

“No. Not a ‘make-trouble guy’, ‘brau’.” He replied back, absent-mindedly offering a beer to the older man. The bloke laughed and clapped onto his shoulder again, jostling Kenneth a little bit. It wasn’t all terrible, but it didn’t make the situation any better. He saw the guy give him the hang loose hand sign as he waddled off with a free beer.

There was a silvery laugh.

“Somebody’s in a rather foul mood, aren’t they?” A woman’s voice said.

Kenneth looked around, trying to find where the source of the voice had come from, there wasn’t any woman on the beach near him. Or man for that matter, so where?

“Over here, handsome.” She cooed, closer now.

He looked forward, his eyes opening wider than they’d been the whole trip.

It was a real pissin’ Mermaid in front of him. She was slender, with hair going down to the small of her back in a mixture of turquoise and yellow. Her bangs barely covered the bare breasts hanging like two water balloons. Her slender stomach had three slits on each side that ran diagonally. Gills, they were real gills. Beneath the make-shift dress of sea weed, he could see two pelvic fins that blocked any view of her genitals. The rest of her was just as much of a fish’s tail as the old stories had him believe, raising and sloshing in the water as she reclined in the shallows.

He took a look down at his beer, and then back to the mermaid in front of him, unable to believe that such a creature had just decided to come and pay a visit.

She giggled softly as he put the can down onto the sand.

“I’m very real, handsome. You’re not seeing things, unless you want to believe it.”

Every movement she made was calculated, from the way her breasts swung as she talked to the teasing view she was giving him of her nethers. If he didn’t know anybody, he’d think the soapy tart were trying to seduce him.

“D’you at least have a name, hallucination o’ mine?”

A smile passed her lips.

“Are names really important? You seemed fairly lonely, and I’m… how should I say it, ‘in the mood’. All you need to know is I’m you’re pleasure, however you’ll have me.”

It was Kenneth’s turn to laugh as she tried to play the femme fatale card on him. The sounds of the party were droning on nearby, and he was sure Tom and Jeanne were going to be preoccupied until one of the two fell asleep. He could do without the sounds of creaking bedsprings as he slept on the couch. At least for one night.

“The name’s Kenneth.”

“Rusalia Undeen”

“Gesundheit.” Kenneth said, trying to avert his gaze from her breasts. Even for a monstrous woman, she had no bloody sense of modesty. A wry smile crossed his face when she tilted her head in confusion at his blessing.

“Pardon?”

“It means ‘good health’. Figured you know that with a name like yours.” Grabbing his can of brew again and taking a sip. “After all, that can’t be a local name. Not that I’d know anything about bein’ a local to these parts, myself.”

Rusalia gave him and understanding nod as she inched closer onto the beach towards him. He could see the fin-like ears of hers perking up as she approached. He’d at least be able to out-run her if it came to it, that is unless she magically grew legs like Ariel and gave chase.

“You’re not opposed to a little bit of pleasant company, are you, Kenneth?”

“I suppose not, but don’t try anything funny or you’ll be right and proper sorry.”

“Oh my, oh my. Big threats from a half-drunk man on the beach. I wonder if anybody would notice if I were to spirit you away into the depths with me.” Rusalia cooed, reaching forward with one of her webbed hands.

Kenneth shot up as he backed away, spitting into the sand as he watched the woman from the sea pout, puffing out her cheeks.

“I’m warning you.”

“You’re no fun, are you? All stern and business. It’s no wonder you couldn’t find a lady friend to be with you out here. Then when an innocent little thing like me offers you the pleasantries of my company, you get all defensive. I wonder if you’re doing this because you’re nothing more than a shy little virgin.”

She was half-right, he didn’t like being around women he didn’t get to know for at least more than a few minutes. Especially frisky half-fish women who just made one of the worst damned jokes he’d heard in a very long time.

“Fine, you win. But I’m inclined to up and ditch you if you try anything that I’m not willing to go for. I can still out-maneuver you out here.” Walking forward, towards the mermaid. “Remember, the land is my domain.”

“As the water is mine.”

Kenneth sat down, holding a hand out to Rusalia as she reached forwards with webbed fingers spread out. Her skin was moist and warm as he pulled her close to him, wrapping one hand around her slender waist. She nuzzled her head against the crook of his neck and giggled.

“Not so afraid of me now, are we? I’m not going to eat you, despite what my namesake would imply. I’m not from their waters.”

“Yet here I was wondering if bringing a watery lass out of her element would be worse than grabbin’ a hold of a pissin’ Kelpie.” Feeling the warm of her body, the thin sheet of moistness not unlike some sort of mucus film to keep her wet out of water. “Don’ suppose you’d know what that is.”

Rusalia tilted her head upwards to capture his gaze in emerald eyes.

“Kelpie?”

“It’s a sort o’ water horse, I suppose. From up north with the sheep shaggers and haggis eaters. Captures young lads and eats their ‘earts underwater.”

She gave a soft laugh.

“No worse than the legends your kind have about my people. First you think the Rusalka eat you all, which isn’t completely untrue even though they also heal you… or you think the Lorelei will lure you to your deaths at sea. Or my favorite is when you think we turn to sea foam if you break our hearts.”

It was strange, to feel so at peace with a mermaid in his arms.

“By the way, Kenneth. I know this will seem forward of me, but will you allow me a little bit of a kiss?”

He looked down at her, quirking an eyebrow. Was she being serious? A bloomin’ kiss after they met for the first time? Was she off her damned rocker?

“What brought this on, then?”

Rusalia stifled a laugh as she shifted position, her firm and youthful breasts pressing onto his chest. She had to grip his shoulders to keep herself from slipping and sliding down his body like a well lubricated masseuse.

“I already told you I’m in the mood for some fun, didn’t I? Or do you not even have the courage to grant one simple request?”

“I’d rather not kiss a fine lady I just met. Thanks.”

“You say that, but I can feel your little friend poking me down below. You’re not a very good liar.”

Before he could object, Rusalia’s lips pressed onto his in a firm kiss. Then a softer, smaller one. Like a signature. He could feel her breath on his neck as her hand reached downwards, sliding into the fabric of his shorts, towards the fleshy cylinder now straining against the cloth.

Kenneth’s mouth opened in a silent moan as her webbed hand wrapped around the length of his cock and gave it a soft stroke. Christ, that natural lubrication of hers felt damned good. Several more strokes followed as she undid the button of his shorts and slid the zipper down, freeing his erection to the wind.

“What are you…?”

“I’m giving you a taste of things to come, if you’ll let me.”

Whether he wanted it or not, Rusalia didn’t seem to be as mindful as he’d like of the party goers not too far off in the distance. Her face was right next to his bare cock, almost reverently as she took small inhalations of his scent. She looked at him, almost pleadingly, innocently as if asking for permission.

“Ah hell. Just do it. But make it fast, we don’t need to be making a scene.”

Rusalia nodded softly as her tongue left her mouth, giving his Jap’s eye a small playful lick. Gooseflesh popped up all over Kenneth’s body as the warm flesh of her mouth enveloped the flanged head of his glans. She suckled and popped him out, before closing her lips around him again and descending further.

For what it was worth, getting head from a mermaid of all things was one of the last events he’d ever have expected to happen on the trip, and Kenneth was enjoying every moment of it as her head bobbed up and down with a slow rhythm. It wasn’t until he was fully coated in her saliva that she pulled away, a rope of pre-cum trailing off of his cock.

“Mhm… good things come to jolly sailors who’re willing to play.” She purred, her tongue wrapping around his shaft again. This time she descended slower than before, pulling back up and drawing up exquisite sparks of pleasure. It took all of Kenneth’s self-control to prevent himself from erupting and splattering her mouth with muddy white seed.

“Bloody ‘ell. You’re… ugh…” He managed to groan out.

“Mm? I’m what? You can tell me, Kenneth. You won’t hurt my feelings. Not one itty bitty bit.” Rusalia said, enrapturing him with her emerald eyes. One free hand remained on his member as her face left his view. Lust filled warmth encompassed his sac as she suckled on his testes with practiced grace. She was dead-set on milking him dry, it felt like.

“Fookin’… amazi… ah”

Rusalia giggled, dragging her tongue up the underside of his very much erect and throbbing cock. “Trying to butter me up isn’t going to stop me any time soon, Kenneth. We’re going to enjoy this, unless one of your friends from over there stops me.”

He felt damned powerless as she resumed the suckling on his shaft, always drawing him to the maddening precipice of release, but never allowing him the opportunity. It was almost maddeningly coquettish, the way she was imprisoning him to her own pace of things.

Kenneth reached forward without thinking, placing his hands on either side of her head. Rusalia’s hair was damp, yet smooth in the growing moon and torchlight. She smiled with half of his shaft in her mouth and gave him an almost affirmative, submissive nod.

“You’re a real fookin’ slut, aren’t you… Mm.” He murmured, pushing her head down until she had taken the full length of his cock into her mouth, near the back of her throat. Rusalia gave him a small giggle as she closed her eyes and continued to suck with her mouth’s muscles, her breathing assisted by her gills.

It felt splendid, all kinds of warm and tingly.

They spent several long minutes like this, her masturbating him with languid sucks of her cheeks, lapping at him. Trying to get him to ejaculate. Kenneth tried his damnedest to not give her the satisfaction of getting him to shoot off before he was right and ready. He could hear the shared laughter of a couple not far off, heading in their direction.

Bollocks.

Rusalia was grinning when he released her, tail swishing on the sand in silence. His glans popped out of her eager mouth wetly as she continued to stroke his foreskin up and down. “Well, aren’t you going to at least give me a taste, Kenny?”
Kenny, eh? That’s how she wanted to play this?

“Come on now, we haven’t got much time left, and if you be a good little boy I’ll give you much more where this came from when the sun comes up. In a place where there’s nobody else to bother us, where you can indulge all this pent up frustration of yours. Where you can just e-a-t m-e u-up.” Her lips making sure to enunciate every syllable of the last proposal.

The sound of the couple grew louder as she gave his Jap’s eye one last lick, a victorious grin on her face as his hips jerked upwards. Pulse after pulse of thick seed splattered into her mouth and face as the mermaid giggled in triumph. Kenneth looked down as she savored the taste of the white fluid that had been splattered across her face, as if she didn’t consider their small amount of time left.

“Mmm… nice and thick.” She cooed.

“If you want to play again, Kenny, just ask one of the locals about the ‘Songstress’ Lagoon’. I’ll be there, waiting for you under the sun’s rays. Then like I said, I’ll let you eat me all up. Maybe I’ll even fall in love with you.”

His eyebrows quirked at the last bit, eliciting a small laugh from her.

“Just kidd-ing.” She replied in a sing-song voice, sliding back into the surf and away from the very dazed man she’d just milked seed out of. Kenneth could only watch as she danced into the waves, her body curving with each dive and jump.