A part of you wants to be cautious, but then she murmurs something in a beautiful, trilling, musical language you don’t know, and your anxiety melts away. You splash eagerly out to her, delighting in her smile.
As soon as you reach her, she leans forward and kisses you. Her mouth tastes salty, but pleasantly so, and you respond gleefully. When she reaches out to group at your tits, you copy her, rubbing at her nipples.
After a moment, she pushes you gently away and lowers her mouth to your breast. You moan at the feel of her tongue, and moan again louder as one of her hands slides between your legs. As she thrusts her fingers into you, you feel your own moisture flowing out to join the sea.
“More!” you gasp. She raises an eyebrow, and you nod hurriedly.
Suddenly, the water is stirred up by thrashing limbs. You cry out in panic as strong tentacles wrap around your thighs. It’s only now you realise your mistake – this creature has more in common with an octopus than the mermaids of legend. You can’t free yourself, and anything you might use to defend yourself is abandoned on the shore. All you have left is the shinning stone dangling between your breasts, but that seems a small mercy.
The siren laughs at your panic, her hands returning to your tits. You feel the thin tip of a tentacle begin to stroke your slit, rubbing against it and teasing your clit before sliding gently in. This isn’t so bad, you think, feeling pleasure flowing through you again.
Then, a twisted knot of what feels like at least three tentacles forces its way in after it, spreading you as wide as a well endowed man. You cry out, and cry out again as another one thrusts into your tight asshole with equal force. The siren laughs at your expression as they begin to thrust into you, using you as hard as a pair of men but writhing around inside you in a way no cock could match.
You know you should be disgusted to be used by this sea creature, but her treatment of your holes, combined her hands on your tits and the earlier way she’d played with you, is enough to drive you over the edge with lust. But even as you cry out in orgasm, you wonder why she’s doing this. |