Adrift – a mermaid erotic story

The tide was high since it was a full moon. It’s silver inking bleeding into the water, outlining each undulation like it required statesmanlike emphasis. Something else shifted also beneath the satellites ghostly visage. A shape predominantly curved and rounded. It moved with hardly a sound towards the man clinging to the upturned boat, hair plastered to his face and body racked with trembling.

An arm reached out. Gentle but strong. A sensation of being carried drifted through his awareness. There was no more fighting to hold on to the keel of his totalled but much beloved boat. He tipped his head back in relief and encountered a soft wet bare breast.

A woman.

Was she somehow a shipwreck survivor too? He knew his boat had capsized miles from land. Worry assailed him for both their well being. He attempted to swim a little to help their progress. Alien thoughts infiltrated his mind.

Be still. I have you. I will see you safe…

He wasn’t sure if he imagined it due to some strange survival response but her body seemed to press closer as she bore him through the water.

How was she talking without words?

He felt very weak, odd and cold. Sleepy. His eyes shuttered down. When he reopened them they were on a tiny island. He could make out a little vegetation. Rock formations. No buildings. He shivered violently.

Salt had desiccated his lips. It wrinkled his skin. Underneath him sharp things bit into his saturated, pallid flesh.

‘Water,’ he croaked. ‘I need water.’

The dark shadowy female in front of him nodded. The only outward communication so far.

She dragged him to a stream gushing from the rocks. Its melody called to him. His parched tongue yearned. Still, his body refused to obey.

Drink.

‘I can’t. Please help me.’

She dipped her head low. Filled her mouth with its crystal sweetness, then gently pried open his lips and trickled it into him. He sighed. She wiped his poor lips with her fingertips.

More?

‘Yes.’

She repeated her actions over and over until he found relief. Then she curled herself about him for warmth, gentling him till sleep found them both and even the morning star had faded from the sky

The shush shush of ocean dragging pebbles along the shore awoke him. Memories of the previous day marched in.

Where had she gone? Was she even real? His boat!

Fuck!

He went down to the shore unsteadily to freshen up. The tide scalded him with cold.

You sleep long.

He turned to see the one he had thought he’d imagined behind him. What he saw took his breath. She was very definitely real. Rich, thick black hair. Eastern features. Strong brows. Naked voluptuous breasts with caramel coloured nipples he felt an urgent need to suck. Elegant clavicles, delicate throat and her sensual pink lips…his eyes dropped to them and he remembered what she had done. She had cared for him with them…given him water. His cock stiffened and shame filled him.

Then he saw her tail flick through the water…

Alarmed and aroused, he tumbled backwards into the surf.

‘You aren’t human! You’re a mermaid!’

She scowled.

So my help isn’t good enough because I’m not your kind. Fine! Fend for yourself.

‘Wait! No!’

She turned back.

‘I’m sorry. It’s just…’

Just what?

She swam around him, circling.

‘You’ve been so kind and helpful.’

She smiled graciously and he nearly fainted at the beauty of it.

I am Augusta.

‘I am Jack.’

She smiled again and hauled up out of the frothing water.

Come Jack…there are things I need to show you…

Air was elusive after that. But he found the strength to swoop and carry her. She allowed it and even wrapped her arms around his neck. Embracing. Caressing. With each step he found strength regained. His erection wrestled against her creamy flesh and he fought the urge to gush and pulse against her warmness, pressing himself into any grove or warm cleft.

Although small, the island was beautiful in the light of day with a perfect little sheltered set of dunes, full of soft powdery white sand and whispering grasses. He set her down there as if she was utter treasure. She looked up at him, breathing hard for reasons he did not fathom.

I see you are feeling better…

Once again he was a little afraid but also in awe at her gift of mind speaking. He stood over her, clothing wet and skin sensitized.

‘I am, yes. You spoke of things you wanted to show me?’

Suddenly, she looked a little reticent, perhaps even shy. It did not last.

You humans are not made like us. I am told you find our procreative parts shocking. Others of my shoal have met some of you.

Jack stiffened again and his pulse gathered pace in his sweaty neck.

‘We are not all the same. Humans. I happen to think you are stunningly beautiful. I don’t know how anyone could think otherwise. My shock at the beach was because, mermaids aren’t meant to be real. Well…obviously you are, but we are taught to believe that you are mythical. I can see you are not. I feel honoured to have met you and to be saved.’

A soft smile graced her lips.

Perhaps I may honour you more. I feel I want to…by showing you my genitals. Would you like that? I hear they are very different to humans.

Jack fought the urge to pinch himself to see if he was awake. If he was sleeping, he did not want to wake up.

‘You certainly do seem different to humans,’ he laughed, nervously.

Would you like to? I notice that you are very hard right now and I am told that is a positive sign. I want to ease your discomfort.

‘Oh fuck yes I want to!’

She released a gale of laughter and tossed her ebony hair.

Very well then.

He watched, entranced as she proceeded to lie back in the sand. A slit opened up about a hands breadth below her navel. The opalescent turquoise scales parted and something began to emerge. He was entranced and a little terrified.

Still ok with this human?

He nodded.

A shell pink fleshy coloured tubule slithered out. It looked slippery and also hollow. It was no more than three inches long. But seemed very mobile. It snaked around opening and closing, gasping like a hungry pussy, searching.

‘Oh wow!’

You are not afraid of my cloacus?

A pearl of wetness appeared at the inviting edge of it.

‘Most definitely not.’

Would you like to try it?

‘Very much so.’

Then come.

She opened up her arms and he hastily undressed, probably faster than he ever had in his entire life.

He kissed her sensual lips and his dick brushed her cloacus. Immediately her organ sucked him in. He shuddered and cried out.

‘Fuck!’

Do I need to go slow?

‘Yes! Definitely yes.’

She smiled mischievously and very slowly worked her slippery heated vessel up and down his cock, drawing him deeply into her and then pushing him out. He gripped her hips and moaned against her devastating onslaught. But she was nowhere near in full swing and he was already close.

He started to thrust impatiently into her, revelling in her mermaid tunnel.

I thought you said slow Jack?

She looked him deep in the eye and then increased her pace exponentially. His movements stopped and he just lay there letting her member do something like a cross between fucking and the best blow job of his life. He was helpless, eyes rolling back, panting, moaning, completely at her mercy.

His balls drew tight and her juices ran down and bathed them. She started to gasp. Her fish tail flailed in the sand.

Jack!

Her cloacus pulsed and sucked, pulsed and sucked and as she came his cum shot out into the womb of his rescuer mermaid. It lasted for far longer than with human females. It was as if she was drinking him.

When it was over he collapsed limp onto the sand.

‘Holy good god.’

So you liked?

‘Liked?’ he laughed weakly. ‘I think I want to become a merman.’

She smiled.

But there is something else you need to know…

‘Oh?’ said Jack propping himself up on his elbows.

Mermaid females can be givers too. Our cloacuses can act as penises. I could penetrate you too if I wanted.

His limp cock twitched violently.

‘Really?’

Really.

‘Ok, well just give me a few minutes and maybe we can try.’

Fair enough.

He lay back and thought about her cum filled cloacus delving into him there, a place no one had ever tried before and all the blood suddenly rushed to his dick. He sat up, eager to experiment and found to his everlasting regret, she was gone. The island was gone. The sun was gone. It was night time and he was back in his boat bobbing along in a calm sea, his fishing rod trailing in the water. He should have been happy, but all he could do was look out into the darkness and call wretchedly for his rescuer, his Augusta.

But she never came.

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