I have seen the mating dance of my people many times. Sometimes it was accidental, other times it was because my sisters dragged me to watch. It is primal and primitive. An ancient swirling ball of arousal and need. A female emits pheromones when she's ready to be mated, and suitable mermen and mermaids can approach her. It is the female's right to choose.

To join her in a dance without her consent is forbidden.

Once the mermaid chooses her mate(s) the dance begins in elegant swimming circles where they caress skin and scales, bodies winding and intertwining sensually. The more aroused, the more frenzied the dance as the male's organ extends from its hiding place. I have seen mermaids take it into their mouths as the mermen throw their heads back in ecstasy, while others skip this part altogether begging in the mournful language of our people to be filled and taken, mated. Then it is a frenzied thing. A passionate thing as the male grabs hold of the mermaid's waist to press himself against and inside of her. The ecstasy is palpable and even I can feel it in that pulsing place where sometimes a webbed hand strays to feel its wetness that is so different to that the water all around me. As if that place meant for mating is its own ocean, deep and hot.

My sisters giggled when they saw me.

"Soon it will be your turn."

But I don't want my mating dance to be with a merman. I find most repulsive and crude, though many have asked my father for my hand. I always refuse. Most of them only ask because I am a princess, the rest because I will not do the mating dance with them and they believe I will be willing if I am married.

Now as I lie here on the bed of seaweed in the secret cavern where I store treasures and hide away sometimes, I allow my tail to rise, curve it so that I may reach and caress that place once more. My sisters told me that our people call it a woman's shellpurse, and to follow its crevice to the rise of the oyster's pear where it hardens and throbs. I gasp as I do, moan as webbed fingers probe my swollen sex. Little ripples of pleasure heatedly travel through my body and I am so involved in exploring myself that I did not feel the shift in the currents to mark the arrival of Olasa.

"I thought I might find a naughty little mermaid here," she husks.

Olasa is older and stunningly beautiful, more even than my sister Adaline, more stunning than her own lover. Her hair shimmers gold and her skin is so pale it is like a pearl's surface with glittering amber eyes and full lips. Her hair breasts are covered by the rippling waves her hair, but even it cannot hide the fullness of her breasts and the shapely hips and beautiful buoyancy of her shimmering azure tail.

I blush and quickly lower my tail in embarrassment, but her webbed hand catches it to push it back.

"Oh no, no. Let me."

"Ola- oh!" I gasp as she swims forward and presses her face against my scales, but a sudden probing of her tongue through my heated arousal makes the shimmering water seem to grow brighter as pleasure of a different kind lances hotly through me.

"Mmm, I love the way little virgins taste," she moans and kisses me there, suckles the swollen lips and blossoming arousal. "Better than the sea. I wonder how long it will take to make you burst in my mouth."

I whimper and in my mind think that I should push her away. She is my sister's lover after all, but I have never been touched in this way and my body does not understand honor. So instead I reach to grasp her hair, holding her closer as my tail fins thrash with the rising ecstasy.

"What is happ- Ohhhh, gods. What is happening?"

She says nothing, only laps more fervently at my now dripping slit as my body succumbs and opens itself more to her. This involved no dance. It was something altogether different, something I am unaccustomed to but rises within as I think of the men aboard the ships, the way their skin glistens, the big broad muscles of their chests and I have seen their organs too. Sometimes off of the coast I see them. Never aroused like the mermen, but the way the dark hair frames their mating members leaves little to the imagination of what they might be like when they are ready to mate.

I think of this as Olasa slides her fingers inside of me, widening them to spread my entrance and my body is a writhing thing as the coldness of the ocean fades to heat. Overwhelming heat with every burst in and out of her fingers inside of me while her lips and tongue latch onto my pearl.

The world is changing color as she becomes a sailor and I a mermaid helplessly held while he has his way with me. Her fingers are his hardness, and the swell of pleasure becomes a living breathing thing as I jerk and a sudden clench around her fingers becomes rippling spasms.

Olasa moans as if I have blessed her with all she has ever desired, refusing to let up for even a moment. In fact she pushes me further into the cave, our bodies cramped, but roiling in pleasure as her mouth finds mine.

"I had to have you before you gave yourself to one of those worthless sailors." She groans against my mouth and I gasp that she knows my thoughts, her mouth descending from my own to swollen breasts, hard nipples like pebbles that she suckles fervently. The pull of her mouth is hot and her fingers still drive deep into my eager slit.

"How did you know. . .?"

"I have been watching you for a long time, and I have seen your little trips to the surface, but I've said nothing. You are always so horny after. So ready to mate that the scent rolls off of you in waves. "And now I've made you come. But you want more, don't you. Man cock for your slutty little hole." Her words make her thrusts more harsh and it sends pleasure boiling to the surface, desperate to break free but my body is not quite ready yet having been allowed to release twice already. It is stubborn and I am in agony, blissful agony.

The currents shift as the shimmering light from the sun above grows to shadow. A storm is building on the surface while another builds in my body and I cry out, the sound swallowed by Olasa's mouth as her entire body begins to rock and I realize she is pleasuring herself on my tail, I feel her heat and her breaths grow heavy.

"Come with me princess. Give me this gift, and I will help you feel the man cock you so crave. I will show you how to lure a human into your arms." She pants. "Think of how eager he will be to fill your mermaid cunt."

I do. I cannot help it. The feel of her powerful body rocking into mine, her pleasure, my own, and the visage that her promise paints inside of my mind leave me gasping as we shudder violently together in our shared bliss.

It takes a moment for me to find my voice as Olasa lazily laps at my nipple and another spark of pleasure lights anew.

"How? How will you help me feel a man?" I ask tentatively.

She smiles as she looks up at me and for a moment it is as if her amber eyes turn black and her smile sinister, but it is a mere trick of the light and after a moment she croons.

"Come with me little one and I will show you. But first. . .you must make me a promise."

Desperation -or perhaps naïveté and the drunken afterglow of climax- does not allow me to think. After all, what could she possibly want? Jewels? A title?

"Of course. Anything."

"I will show you how to have what you desire and after seven days. . .you must give me what I most desire."

"What is it that you desire?"

"Oh, little princess. . .have you not guessed yet? I desire you, for my very own."