Aaralon resented the girls, their cocky attitudes did not please him at all. The mage resigned himself to cleaning himself in the ice cold stream.
Aaralon discretely stripped and dove into the river feet first, scaring away all the wild life in the area.
Aaralon contemplated his next move. He had to find something relating to a mythical virgin gasp and a princess. He was ignorant of the geography in the area so finding either would probably be far more challenging that being able to keep up with some stupid elves.
As Aaralon relaxed in deep thought he settled into the ice cold stream. He cleansed his body as best as the river would allow and lazily stared up at the moon. His thoughts wandered and he began to lightly masturbate in the water. Aaralon became completely unalert.
Bubbling.
Aaralon jerked his body back and he snapped over to a source of raging air bubbles. No telling what might be in the waters, Aaralon grabbed a wooden pike he left on the bank.
A female head arose from the water.
"Who are you?" Aaralon yelled, annoyed.
"I was just admiring the little show down there," she giggled.
Aaralon couldn't match the voice with anyone he knew, and her facial features were fairly indistinguishable in the moonlit sky.
Aaralon asked again, slightly less annoyed, "Who are you?"
The girl rose a little more to the surface, allowing the tops of her breasts to be seen in the azure waters.
"Alair," the girl beamed.
"What are you doing out here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she giggled.
"I was--"
"I know what you were doing," she giggled again.
This girl angered Aaralon. While a cute girl watching him masturbate was quite a pleasant scenario Aaralon tried to mask his attitude by speaking to the girl sternly.
"You need any relief over there?" she giggled.
"Whaat?" Aaralon asked dumbfounded.
she giggled again, "I asked, do you need any "help" over there?" she beamed again, closing the gap between them.
The water wasn't that high, only 4 feet deep where Aaralon bathed, as Alair approached him, glistening water dripped down her thin body. Aaralon was amazed at how forward she was, her nipples were clearly seen and erect. Aaralon was speechless as she cordially swum to him.
Aaralon dropped his weapon in the river.
"Its been a while since I've seen a man out here," she said.
Alair was standing in front of him, giving him a full view of her stomach, torso and face. Her blonde soaking hair stuck to her face and neck. She mesmerized him.
"Let me help you with that," she whispered, locking Aaralon into a kiss. She leaned over and grabbed his penis through the water, stroking it's solid flesh tenderly.
Her sexual prowess was unwitnessed to Aaralon and her hand masterfully glided up and down his hard and raging dick. She spoke to him casually with a dirty smile on her face as she jerked him.
Aaralon moaned, "Alair..." and white globs of cum shot out of his penis, swept away with the current.
"You liked that didn't you?" she smiled.
"Heavenly," Aaralon began to fondle her breasts and she kissed him thickly. Aaralon's other hand dove to her pussy, desiring to repay her for her amazing hand job.
Alair swatted his hand away and smiled,
"Later,"
They made out for quite a while, but soon Aaralon was losing interest, he wanted to please her.
"Mmm, Aaralon lets go out deeper for some fun," she licked into his ear.
Alair led them out until the water was about 40 feet deep.
Aaralon struggled to follow her graceful movements; he wasn't much of a swimmer.
They resumed kissing and she slid her hand down to Aaralon's dick, hardening it instantly.
"Take me hard," she whispered.
Her hands descended to her pussy and spread it for him. She took her left hand and guided his cock to it.
Aaralon couldn't but help but have a fishy feeling for why she led him out so far, he was barely able to keep his buoyancy.
But guided by primal urges Aaralon eagerly followed her hand. His head touched her slimy moist pussy and she let out a moan.
"Quickly! I need to feel your hotness in me!"
Aaralon plunged his penis into her depths and she wailed his name. Aaralon struggled to keep swimming and drew closer to his lover. He embraced her heavy tits and began to thrust into her as fast as the water allowed him.
Alair's pussy muscles contracted and milked his penis unlike anything he'd ever felt. The muscles clamped down and held him in tight, as if his penis was held in place by a giant's foot.
Alair could feel her orgasm drawing close. With a mischievous smile pulled Aarlon up against her.
"Yes! Aaralon cum into me! I need to feel your seed in me!" she moaned.
Aaralon began to move quicker and faster. Feeling his cum rising he latched his legs around Alair's ass.
Except she hadn't an ass...
"What the?!" Aaralon interjected.
Aaralon ran his legs along her lower body and found not human flesh but scales.
"I didn't know you loved this so much Aaralon," she moaned.
Her long powerful tail constricted around Aaralon and locked him in place.
Alair yelled, "I'm cumming Aaralon!" Her head fell back and her muscles tensed.
As Alair prepared to seal the deal, Aaralon was hit with a ton of bricks:
This girl was a mermaid. Not just any mermaid, but a lake mermaid. They enticed young men into fucking them, permanently binding their souls together; the vixens were notorious for using their lovers to tamper with the mortal world. An act of revenge for being exiled to the waters by the elves and humans many thousands of years ago.
Aaralon fought to escape and Alair saw the fright in his eyes,
"Shh, everything will work out," she cooed; struggling to keep him pumping into her, he needed to cum for her spell to have any effect. |