Ever After 4: Meia

Luka sat at the dinner table with Meia and Calvin. The atmosphere in the room had a certain tension for him. The underage fisherman was eating his large bowl of fish stew with every sign of enjoyment, chomping on large chunks of crab meat. Meia laughed softly, and leaned forward, a handkerchief in her hand. She gently brushed his cheek, wiping away the spattering of orange sauce. "Meia! C'mon. I know you have your fetishes, but I'm not a little kid!" The fisherman grinned cheerfully, as Meia set the napkin down. "Luka, it's great to see you again! It's been, what, a few weeks since the last time? Everything going well out in the world? No big instabilities?"

 

"Oh, no, everything's f-fine." The last word broke, as Meia's fin stroked Luka's inner thigh. He swallowed hard, lifting up his own spoon, taking a bite of the stew, to try to distract himself from the warm touch of the fin. One would think that a mermaid's scales would be unpleasant to the touch, but one would be wrong. The touch distracted him. It filled his head with illicit thoughts. The desire for the beautiful, gentle mermaid sitting next to him. The eagerness to be inside of her again. The overwhelming, crushing guilt about betraying the trust of the kind-hearted, decent man sitting across the table from him. The fact that he knew what he was doing was wrong, and he still did it. "I wanted to thank you again for letting me stay here. I know it must be a bit of an imposition, when I keep showing up to stay on your couch, aha..."

 

"Oh, please, don't be silly! You saved the port! You let me and Meia get married! As far as I'm concerned, my house is yours!" Calvin grinned cheerfully, lifting a mug of the frothy sea-salt beer that they brewed in the port city. Luka swallowed hard, the guilt twisting in his stomach, as Meia's fin continued to tease him gently. "Anyway! I've got to get ready, soon. We're joining the mermaids in a chase on a large set of tuna, so I'll be out for a few days! I'm glad you're here, Luka, I know that Meia gets lonely when I'm out fishing for too long. And you always do such a fine job at keeping her company!" His bright, honest, open smile twisted another knife into Luka's stomach, even as Meia's tail fished him out of his pants.

 

"Oh, darling. I'm not so careless that I'm going to fall into hysterics when you're away for a couple of days... But I am glad you're alright with Luka being here." She laughed softly, demurely. His shaft was wrapped in her fin. The slick material made wet, squishing noises as it slid up and down his shaft, teasing him. He bit his lip, trying to avoid crying out. The warmth of it was intense. He watched, with a mixture of horror and excitement, as Meia leaned in, planting a long, slow, tender kiss on her husband's lips. He could feel the tail sliding up and down smoothly. "I'm sure that he'll do a good job at keeping me company, while we're alone."

 

The tail moved faster. Luka tried not to let out a moan that would give him away. He tried to give Meia a look, to beg her to stop. She smiled, and sped up her movements. The slick tail raced up and down his shaft, making him arch his back as the stimulation grew more intense. His toes curled and uncurled. He took another bite, and nearly choked on it as the tail sped up. After a long few seconds of this unbearable teasing, his shaft spasmed and twitched, and thick, sticky ropes of semen sprayed across her tail, decorating it like seafoam. Calvin broke the kiss with his wife, and turned towards Luka, his head tilted, frowning curiously. "You alright, Luka? You look like like you're feeling a bit under the weather."

 

It had started simply enough. She had wanted to thank him. She'd offered to sleep with him. To reward the brave hero who saved the world. The same way she had rewarded him before, giving him an impossibly skilled blowjob. The feel of it had been extraordinary, but it had been nothing compared to a married mermaid's pussy. She'd enslaved him with just one quick fuck, stolen his heart. Now, he traveled the world, but every couple of weeks, he returned to see her. Any longer than that, and he began experiencing withdrawal symptoms. Intense pains in his groin, an inability to concentrate, long periods of depressive behavior. She had gotten him addicted. He was hooked on a mermaid's illicit sex. His entire illustrious career, reduced to an embarrassing pun, and a severe addiction to a beautiful woman.

 

He almost could have handled it, if it wasn't for her husband. Calvin was a terribly kind-hearted, charming young man. He was probably a better man than Luka. For one thing, Luka doubted the boyish fisherman had ever cuckolded another man. Luka lay in the soft guest room bed, his eyes lidded, feeling sick with himself. He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew that he was the scum of the earth. And he knew that Meia would come into the room soon, and he knew that he'd wind up having sex with her. He couldn't blame her for it, however. She was a mermaid, and a monster. Her instincts were incredibly powerful. He, on the other hand, absolutely should have known better.  "Luka."

 

She stood in the entrance to the room, dressed in a set of mermaid lingerie. The delicate, rubbery material covered her breasts and her groin, exposing her acres of soft, yielding flesh, her purple scaled tail shaking from side to side. She smiled. "Meia, we really shouldn't do this." He always said that. She always ignored him. She brushed him off with a soft laugh, as she slipped up onto the bed next to him.

 

"Come now, Luka. If you don't step up your game, my husband will impregnate me first, you know. You wouldn't want him to beat you in that competition, would you?" His shaft throbbed to life, his pants growing uncomfortably tight as she pushed her breasts against his face, her slippery scales brushing across his legs. "You always get so worked up with guilt, but you keep putting it inside of me... What good is feeling all horrid about what you're doing, when you love doing it so much?" Her playful words cut him to the quick, and he let out a groan, reaching down, fumbling with his belt, yanking his pants down quickly. He grabbed her hips, and sunk himself balls deep in her, losing another internal war with himself. He gasped out, his eyes opening wide, as she laughed sweetly. He could feel the muscles inside of her wrapping around him, as though they were establishing a firm grip on his manhood before milking him dry. She rested her fingertips on his chest, and smiled as she began to bounce her hips up and down, letting out soft hisses of pleasure.

 

"Meia... T-Too tight...!" He groaned. The mermaid looked him straight in the eye, grinning as she lay atop him, her hips pumping up and down quickly, as she rid atop him. She knew how vulnerable he was. She knew how it made him squirm for her to tease him. And she was going to do her damnedest to make it excruciating for him. That was what she always did, after all. "P-Please... Take it easy on me...?" He asked, softly, meekly, as she looked down at him. Her hips started pumping, the inhuman warmth clinging to him, forcing him rapidly towards an orgasm. She opened her mouth, a wide grin on her face, preparing to speak. Then, the door opened. There, standing silhouetted in the light, a surprised look on his face, stood Calvin.

 

"D-Darling?" Meia's eyes widened, and she clenched tight around Luka's manhood. For the first time since he'd begun this shameful life, she gasped, and orgasmed with him, her pussy clenching mercilessly tight around him, milking out every last drop of semen. Luka let out a gasp, and shuddered, collapsing onto the bed, without any energy. He stared dimly as his friend stared at the two of them. "You were supposed to be out on your sea voyage!"

 

"You were supposed to use our bed! The ship was delayed, I was going to spend the night in the guest bed and pretend I didn't hear the two of you!" Calvin clucked his tongue, as Luka's semen dripped down onto his legs, Meia pulling off, looking a bit embarrassed about the whole thing. "Oh, damn. Luka, I'm terribly sorry, this must be so embarrassing." Luka mutely nodded.

 

"I. Uh. I'm sorry, Calvin." He swallowed, hard. "I... I didn't mean to... I'm... Please forgive me! And Meia, although this isn't really her fault, it's all my fault! If you have to take out your rage, take it out on me!"

 

"Eh?" The fisherman frowned. "I thought you knew! I get kind of a charge out of fucking my wife after she's been having sex with another man! She gets all tense and excitable, and creams herself really hard. Heck, we were kind of having trouble making sure that she really got the most out of sex before you came along!" He turned, frowning, towards his wife. "Honey! Were you telling Luka he was doing something wrong?! You're such a scamp, I can't believe you!" Luka's head was whirling. He let out a soft, shame-filled groan.

 

"I... I should go. I- MMMph!" A sudden, fierce kiss from Meia cut off his words. He struggled a bit, writhing as her tongue invaded his mouth, swirling around his. And slowly, he began to fade into sleep.

 

"I'm just going to rework his memories. He likes it better this way, you know? If he thought that we were doing it with your permission, he wouldn't get nearly as addicted to the sex as he does! You should see the way he shakes and whimpers when I tease him about my cute little husband..."

 

"Oh, I suppose, honey... It just seems awfully mean, you know...?" The conversation continued, as sleep overcame the Hero, his body curling in against the lovely Mermaid.

 

The next morning, he was awoken by a tongue stroking and caressing him. He could remember passing out last night. The orgasm must have been overwhelming for him. He opened his eyes slowly, to find Meia on top of him, smiling. "Meia... We can't. Your husband-"

 

"Never needs to know. It's alright... You're the Hero, after all." She purred softly, as her tongue swept up and down his shaft. Tickling his balls gently, swirling in quick little circles around the head of his cock. He bit his lip, as she slowly teased his manhood. Her blowjob technique was as immaculate as ever, teasing him, making him squirm and grab hold of the sheets, as she forced him towards another mindblowing orgasm. "My husband  never needs to know about the time we spend together..." She laughed softly, as her tongue drifted slowly up and down his manhood. Coiling around his shaft, she made loud, obscene slurping noises, as she gently milked the cock. Finally, he orgasmed, and she clamped her lips tightly around the head, drinking every last drop down with obvious relish. He tensed, his whole body going rigid, as she slurped away at him, before lifting her head, a smile on her face. "That's my little hero. So eager to try to fill me with his seed. Don't worry... I'll be waiting for you here when you need me next."

 

And that was the way the Hero's life went. The unknowing toy of a pair of perverted lovers, a living sex toy, for the rest of his days, never knowing exactly how much he was being used. Ensnared by the Mermaid's pussy, he never realized how much he regretted being baited into it by her. Now, he was hooked.