The Ice Lake Mermaid

It was two days after my 21st birthday. My friends took me to a lake in Northern Minnesota for some ice fishing. Not my ideal past time, but I was eager to try new things. Little did I know how much new I would be trying.

I’m a 21M 5’10”. I’m fairly fit from winter sports I’ve been doing since my father put ski poles in my crib. But I recently fucked up my knee in a snowboarding accident, so ice fishing is all I got for now. But at least I’m with my buds. Garrett, Cole, and Dean. We went to high school together. Garrett was a grade above. And we went to college together after that. Which means we visit home together. A real childhood friendship sort of deal.

We shuffled along the ice until finding the best spot. Dean and Cole set up the equipment. Garrett and I got to work starting the fire. We talked about the usual deep shit. Sports and girls. I lamented, for an embarrassingly long time, about my ex dumping me and then the snowboarding accident two weeks later. It was like the universe took everything I cared about all in one swipe. We talked for a few hours. I mostly let the other guys do the fishing. Garrett worked on dinner. I sat by the fire and watched the flames lick up against the blackening sky. Wondering if there was anything out there for me. We ate. Then I retreated to my tent as nighttime came and sleep followed.

Then came the wind. I don’t know if it was the sound or movement that woke me, but I knew one thing for certain. My tent was upside down which means the stakes slipped out, which means I could be anywhere right now. Powerful gusts blasted against my flimsy shelter. I couldn’t figure out which way was up as I got tangled in my sleeping bag. I could feel myself and the tent sliding along the ice. Snow began to seep in as holes were ripped through the tent. I needed to get out. But how? Every opening filled with snow. Everything I got close, the wind would drag my tent further, rolling me. Spinning me. I was nature’s ragdoll and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. Then I heard it… the sound no one wants to hear on a frozen lake.

CRAAACK. I felt the ice give way beneath me. Icy cold water seeped up into the tent as I sunk below the ice. The blistering cold surrounded me. My nerves screamed all at once. I tried screaming too, but water filled my mouth. I reached for something- anything that could support me. Keep me afloat. An air bubble formed in the tent that kept me up long enough to realize that this was it. God knew how far I was from anyone. This is where I would die. They would never even find me. Cold and dead at the bottom of the lake. The tent filled up, and despite my fighting and clawing, I sank. Below the ice, tangled in tent and sleeping bag. Ice cold water filled my mouth. I could feel my grip on consciousness slowly waning. Darkness crept in on a one way train. I was going to die.

Then there was a flutter of movement. A fish? No bigger. Hallucination? Likely. At least it can keep me company as I drift into eternal sleep. Then a light blue scaly claw torn open my tent. A head peaked through. Large blue eyes on a cute woman’s face. Her ears were replaced by translucent fins and twitched as she made eye contact with me. She briefly studied my situation before going to work. Her thin scaly claws ripping the tent to bits, freeing me from my prison. With the tent gone, nothing obscured my savior.

She was a woman, I think, completely naked. Pale blue skin. Round breasts swaying in the water with lavender nipples staring up at me. But instead of legs, she had a fishlike tail. Thick and powerful as it effortlessly propelled her through the water. On either side of her neck, she had four gill slits flapping open and shut. Patches of scales congregated along her forearms, shoulders, and collarbone. Small fins sprouted from her elbows and the sides of her tail while a larger fin ran down the length of her spine, ending in a round scaly ass that gave way to her tale. The blue and purple of her scales was mesmerizing. So much so that I nearly forgot I was dying.

I began to thrash and panic. But a gentle touch calmed me. The woman drifted close to me. Her fingers fiddled with my puffy coat. Curiously at first. But then she looked appalled. Disgusted as she ripped off my jacket. I tried to stop her, but she was surprisingly powerful. She tore off my layers one by one until I floated there in my briefs. I struggled to swim up, but she held me in place. The involuntary thrashing from my suffocation seemed to get her attention. She looked up at the icy ceiling above us. Then at me. She smiled and brought her lips close to mine. I tried to pull away, but she smashed my body against hers. Her icy nipples pressed into my chest. Her lips found mine and a shockingly warm tongue slipped into my mouth, parting my lips wide. She then pressed her open mouth against mine creating a water tight seal and she blew… I felt radiant warmth coursing through my face, down my neck, across my chest, all the way to my groin and legs. My toes curled from the warmth. My body relaxed. My heart slowed. I wasn’t dying. Well… not yet.

She pulled her mouth away but kept her body tight against mine. I’m not sure if it was the near death experience or the naked mermaid woman rubbing against me, but as the warmth filled my body, blood rushed straight to and up my cock. I felt it hardening against the scaly abdomen. She felt it too. She looked down and smiled at me. Her cheeks blushing purple against her blue skin. Her look of wonder turned into a look of hunger. With her little finger, she gently sliced through my briefs. They drifted away in shreds as my cock sprang free. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke it. Gently. As if studying the foreign appendage.

She sunk down, now eye level with my dick, and gripped it with two hands. Study time was over. She was jerking me off. Precum began to trail through the water from my tip. It drifted lazily toward her. She opened her mouth and sucked in the precum. She swallowed and looked up at me. Smiling from ear fin to ear fin. She then pressed my cock against her face. Rubbed it along her soft cheek. Smeared some precum on her lips. Her impossibly warm tongue slipped out and swirled around my cock head as she jerked me with gentle twisting motions. The carousel of cold water and warm tongue was bringing me over the edge. She sped up. I was going to cum soon. I tried to say something, but my voice came out as strangled gurgling underwater. Too late. Thick ropes of cum shot through the water like little torpedoes. Most of it clung to her face while a couple strands drifted off. She gathered the cum on her face with her finger before slurping it into her mouth. She then shot through the water to pursue the stray bits.

Once she collected my cum, she came back to my dick. She looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes and took my length all the way into her mouth. She sucked me like a straw, draining any remaining cum. Soon my dick began to soften. She felt this and frowned up at me. She cradled my balls and began to bob her mouth back and forth along my near flaccid member. She held my semi erect cock firmly in her mouth as her powerful tail flipped her upside down. She throated me as her scaly tail swayed in my face. That’s when I saw the slit between the scales at the center of her pelvis. Pinkish purple flesh peaked through the blue scales. Juices leaked into the water from the slit. I followed my instincts. With my cock, hard once again, buried in her throat, balls against her nose, I raised my hand to the scaly slit and felt inside with my finger. The same impossible warmth as her tongue. I felt her moan on my dick as I gently explored her inner walls. She began to press her abdomen into my hand, driving my fingers deeper. Soon her slit was so close to my face I could feel the warmth radiating. I needed that warmth.

I pressed my mouth against the smooth scales and sunk my tongue deep inside of her. Her sweet and salty juices poured out in a hazy cloud in the water. Her mouth tightened on my dick. Our tongues worked in unison. It became a race to get the other off first. I had already cum, so I had the advantage. I found what could only be her clit. A knob of cartilage at one end that made her shake every time I grazed it. I focused there as I sunk two fingers inside her. My other hand drifted down to pinch her icy nipple. She quaked against my mouth and her mouth clamped around my cock. As I increased my pace, she started to shake. As she was getting close, she raised her tail and wrapped it around me, smashing my face against her pussy. Her body shuttered in climax as a torrent of juices poured out of her. I greedily lapped up what I could before she pulled away from me.

She flipped back upright and pulled me in for a deep and salty kiss. I could taste my dick on her tongue as I fed her her own juices. She reached down for my dick and rubbed it against her opening. I took the hint and pressed my sex into hers. Her tail wrapped around my body pulling me in as deep as possible. We floated there, fucking. I couldn’t tell which way was up. I didn’t care. Her pussy clamped tightly around my cock and she pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. I could feel her tense up in waves. She was getting close. So was I. My dick was pulsating as her pussy was clamping in a beautiful rhythm. I felt her tense up one last time, squeezing my dick, holding it in place as I shot another load inside of her. She squirmed against me, I bucked against her. We both lost ourselves in the ecstacy of the moment.

Then I heard muffled voices. Someone was coming. The woman reluctantly pulled me out. I hated the feeling of her warmth being taken away. I reached out and kissed her. She kissed me back, touched my cheek softy, then swam away. Moments later, the ice above me was drilled through, and I was pulled up by Dean and Garrett. Cole was getting help. In that moment, I didn’t care about the rescue. I didn’t care about my friends. Or my bum knee. Or my ex. I cared about her…

As SAR rangers took me to the chopper to airlift me away, I remember glancing over and seeing a pale blue hand pressed up against the ice. The last time I saw her…

Shortly after, my story hit the papers. “Miracle On Ice. College boy survives for 16 minutes underneath a frozen Minnesota lake in the dead of winter.” 16 minutes. Is that how long it was? I just wished I could be longer.

The guys are perplexed as to why I would want to go anywhere near frozen lakes ever again. Even still, if they invite me, I come along. Each time I scan the ice… hoping… One of these days she might reappear… Until then, stay warm!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11az2hn/the_ice_lake_mermaid