Posted by Moore on March 22, 2004 at 18:21:46:
The author would like to gratefully acknowledge the contributions of Diana B., who asked the question and liked the answer.
Diana paced when she got me alone in the room after my business was done. We talked and flirted. She and I shared our wants and needs cautiously; small steps at a time. The things I had always wanted a woman to be willing to do were the things that she had already done. Everything I could have hoped for was met or exceeded by her. Every benchmark I had set for my ideal fantasy woman was surpassed, and she mentioned things I had never even thought of before. Diana and I discovered we had much in common and conversation flowed easily between us.
Until she sat on the bed, and looked at me seriously.
"I am imagining myself as a mermaid, on a beach, sunning myself, and having you come to me, picking me up, and taking me to your house, and placing me in an outdoor pool. I am imagining you coming into the water with me, and stroking me, letting my tail wrap around you, feeling you lift my heavy wet hair off of my breasts and letting it fall down my back... If you had me like that, what would you want to do with me?" she asked provocatively.
I knew what she wanted me to do with her, and what she was really asking. Diana wanted me to dominate her, but be sweet sometimes, too. She wanted to know if I could be a benevolent yet stern master. If I could love her, but discipline her when she misbehaved. The question was her test to see if I was capable of this dichotomy. My fantasy would determine our future. I organized my thoughts, and began my tale.
I told her I was going to change the background a bit. I told her the fantasy was "The mermaid and the ship mage." I sat on the edge of the bed, and started the story.
I am a ship mage, and master of the "Erasing Evil," a fine caravel. I have been commissioned to investigate the disappearance of the "Standing Catkin," a merchant cog. My magic easily lead us to the wreck. No large sea monsters arrived to challenge our presence. A small group of us, myself included, will be going underwater to recover the prototype magic compass from the wreck and determine what caused the "Standing Catkin" to sink. My magic will allow us to breathe safely underwater. The rest of the crew will stay aboard my vessel under the temporary command of Coxswain Hare.
My small group descended to the deck of sunken ship without trouble. There are no signs of damage or recent battle on the deck of the cog. We subsequently investigated the fore and aft castles without incident. Both were empty, quiet and dark, and revealed no clues about what caused the vessel to sink. I created a small ball of light, which obediently hovered over my shoulder; its light designed specifically to function well underwater. I ordered my men to remain on the deck of the cog as a reserve force; they would hinder my spell casting in the tight quarters below decks.
I go through the hatch, heading below deck to the middle deck. The below deck area is a shambles, as is to be expected, with small personal items floating around, and clothing drifting silently when I pass by. There is no sign of trouble in the galley, nor any bodies. The tack (food) looks untouched, which is odd. Why hadn't fish eaten it? I head amidships through a bulkhead into the crew's quarters. I see nothing unusual, nothing that would indicate what sunk the ship. I grow even more suspicious. I head aft toward the captain's cabin through another bulkhead.
The main feature of the captain's cabin is a large, ornate four poster bed. I see a mermaid lying in the bed. She is extremely beautiful with her dark tresses billowing around her. The sea green scales on her lower body shimmer in my mage light. The former captain's silk sheets float and flow around her as the bed's occupant turns restlessly in her sleep. Her tail sways back and forth rhythmically. Sound asleep and dreaming, the mermaid rubs her chest and lets out a quiet moan, her body seeking something or someone that is not there. "A mermaid?" I think. "That could explain the ship' sinking. The merfolk could have easily scuttled the ship from underneath. I will need to capture her and question her."
She turns over gracefully, the silk spinning slowly, wrapping around her body. Her long, black flowing hair floats weightless around her head as she "hmm"es and bites her lip. I can not resist; as she spins again I catch her hips. One of my hands is on soft, wet skin, the other on hard smooth scales. I stop her spinning and kiss her. The quick kiss on the lips rapidly changes to a deep kiss, full of longing. Was she dreaming of her lover? She opens her mouth fully, and freely passes the water in her lungs between the two of us. Water flows from her mouth into mine, creating an intimacy I have not experienced before. I return it to her, becoming more aware of my growing arousal. She stretches lazily, enjoying the impassioned kisses. I run my hands over her breasts, rubbing and pushing her back onto the bed. I climb on top of her, circling and caressing her chest with my hands. Her hips rub against mine with a promise her fishy lower body couldn't fulfill. She runs her fingers through my hair as she begins to awaken, but I hold her tight, aware only of being teased. Growling with frustration, I dig my hands into her shoulders, squeezing hard, thrusting my hips where they can not go. Fully aroused but barely awake, the mermaid opens her eyes. She blinks. Then she is gone, her tail propelling her at great speed out from underneath me and through the bulkhead of the captain's cabin. The silk sheet twists and flutters at her sudden departure.
Collecting myself, I use trans-location magic to cut off her escape, changing my location to the deck of the sunken cog near my men. I tell them to leave her to me, I want to capture her for interrogation. We wait near the hatch for her to emerge, but after a few minutes pass, I am surprised to see she has not tried to escape. Is there another exit, a hole in the ship? I head back below decks, all the way to the captain's cabin. There, outside looking in, with her back to me, is the mermaid. Is she a curious creature, or did she think it was all a delightful dream? Or did she want to be caught?
I am well prepared for sea monsters, even young and lovely ones. I cast a lesser binding spell on her. Underwater, the spell creates a magical net over her head and torso with a trailing rope forming in my hand for control. She uses her powerful tail to try to escape. She heads along the middle deck, swimming powerfully, dragging me behind her. I bang through a bulkhead, spinning wildly. She can't go too fast with such a large amount of drag, but my magic shieldings discharge in an angry flash of blue-violet light at the impact. She darts and weaves around hammocks and floating debris, dragging me behind her. She continues below decks toward a hatch to the freedom of the open sea. I am getting angry. I brace himself as she tries to shear me off by going through the hatch at full speed. I pull her up short, tightening the net, although my arm jerks painfully. I haul her back into the hatchway, hauling the trailing rope hand over hand. I press myself against her in the narrow hatchway, pinning her to one side. The small of her back is on the rim of the open hatchway, her ass preventing her from going forward, my legs near her fin preventing her from using her powerful tail effectively. We heave and pant in very close quarters, and her feminine torso rubs against mine. She struggles, and strikes at my face with her hands, but the force of her blows are lessened underwater. I pin her arms out to her sides, growling at her. She glares at me. "You could have fled when you first woke up," I taunt her, "now you are mine to do with as I please." I savagely kiss her until she turns her head.
Angry, I cast a greater binding spell, even as she struggles and writhes to free herself. Blue gray bands form around her mouth and shoulders. Her elbows are drawn painfully behind her back and then forced together by the forming bonds. Her wrists are joined together with a mitten like coverings over her fingers. Bands also form where her thighs, knees, ankles would have been if she were human. After a few seconds of pulling her into the new position, the bands harden.
I bring her bound form out of the hatch like a trophy. As I tow her up to the surface she can only float helplessly. She still writhes and fights against the bonds, but a giant could not break them; she is mine. Rays of sunlight pierce the blue green sea to guide my way to the surface. The sea is calm in the late afternoon, and a fair wind gently blows. We reach the surface to the brilliance of the sunlight and the warmth of the sun on our skin. A rope is thrown from the deck of the "Erasing Evil" at my command. I tie one end of the rope to the band across her mouth. I like the fear in her eyes as she is taken out of the water, and wonder if she thinks her neck will break from supporting the weight of her body. The band across her mouth is connected in the back along her spine to the all of the other bands which distributes her weight, or she may have. She is hauled up roughly against the side of the ship, banging against it until I yell "Heave handsomely." She still drops unceremoniously on the deck like the catch of the day, bruised and battered from the rough caress of the hull of the ship.
I climb up the rope ladder moments behind her. She is squinting in the bright light. The solid wooden deck of a ship must seem strange and exotic to her. She makes an odd sound, and I turn my attention to her. She is struggling like fish out of water, and gasping. Air is hard for her kind to breathe. She is surrounded by my men. They leer and ogle her nude, bound form. Their drawn weapons glint dangerously in the sunlight. Seasoned killers, they want to take revenge on one of the creatures that sent their fellow seamen to their graves.
I dispel the restraining bands holding her. She surprises me, and changes to a human form, rising to her feet as she does so, completely naked in front of my crew. She tilts her head defiantly, proudly, challengingly. I send my men below decks or into the rigging, lest they force themselves upon her en masse. I will tie her to the mast, so she doesn't run to the railing, dive overboard, change back to her merform and escape. I try to take her arm, but she jerks it free. Angrily, I catch her arm and bring her to the mast. She continues to struggle, and brings her free hand towards me in a clawing motion. Fed up with her, I bang her into the mast until she submits. She looks up at me almost flirtatiously as I tie her hands around the mast above her head.
I take a good look at my mermaid. She is shapely and lean, with good muscle tone from a lifetime of the water's resistance. Perhaps offended by my stare, she tries to knee me. "Don't hurt what you will come to love," I hiss. She is awkward with her legs, and indignant with my comment. Fury rages in her eyes. "Never, you Koalinth!" she yells, answering the question of if she spoke my language. (Koalinth are notoriously ugly, seal faced humanoids.)
How dare she take that tone with me on my ship? I grab her hair, forcing her head back and to the side. I lick, then nuzzle her exposed throat. I follow a wet tendril of hair down over her collarbone to the swell of her breast. The moan that escapes her lips betrays her, but she stomps her foot on mine. "This is your first warning," I growl, enraged. "If you resist me again, you will be punished, severely. If there is a third time, I will be using my magic to animate your corpse!" I lean forward, and put my mouth to her ear, my hand digging into her hair, tugging it painfully. "Do I make myself clear?"
She nods her agreement, complaince, or her submission. She licks her lips as an invitation, an invitation I quickly take advantage of. I maul her mouth, and force it open. We kiss each other, passing air back and forth instead of water. My passion changes from anger to lust. I put my hands on her shoulders, run them up her arms. Her elbows are ticklish. I put my hand up by her face to remove a stray lock of hair that has drifted into her mouth; we smile at each other, then continue kissing. My hands drift down her back, her butt, feeling her press against me with increasing need. We share the same breath, passing it between us faster and faster, deeper and deeper until I feel dizzy.
With a series of deep, quick kisses, I pull away from her sweet lips. Panting, I run my hands over her stomach. I feel her sleek muscles as I rub her wet abdomen. "Up?" I ask, moving my hand over each muscled ripple in her belly, moving my hand slowly up to just under her breast. "Or down?" I continue saying, caressing back over her stomach muscles, down lower, over to her hipbone, then working my way to her center. I feel her resistance grow, and I look at her warningly. She defies me anyway. "Neither, you smelly beast. Get your hands off of me!"
It all becomes clear to me. She likes to get a little out of line. Well, I know how to handle that. I grin at her and she looks unsure for the first time, like she may have pushed it too far. I rake my eyes over her body and she licks her lips in anticipation. She needs to be punished. I grab her hair, and pull her head to the side. I shove my leg between hers to limit her movement. Holding her head still, I bite her cheek. She grunts in surprise. I lower my mouth to her shoulder. When I bite her shoulder, the bite doesn't hurt her a lot, but it is about control, not pain, and by the way she humps my leg I know I am right. I bite lower, moving onto her breast, leaving teeth marks. I give her breast a lick afterwards, to tease her. Her other breast looks like it needs attention as well. I lick her around her nipple, then suck and bite hard. Her head is trying to thrash, but she isn't fight me anymore. "Up or down," I growl. She looks at me with wide eyes. "Up. Down. Whatever you want," she says. Good answer. For her reward I bite her chest again and give it a lick. She is humping my leg with long, wet strokes.
I straighten back up, near the edge of my own control. I lick her cheek, her mouth, with wet, sloppy kisses. Then I kiss her deeply and take her air. She gives it to me, all of it, in one deep exhalation. I like this mermaid. I groan in her mouth. I hold her there, breathless, telling her with my eyes not to dare breath in through her nose. Her chest starts heaving, and she starts kissing me, pleading for air. I brake the kiss off, and grin at her as she breathes heavily.
She bucks her hips longingly against mine. "Now. Please," she begs, as she moves her hips purposefully, leaving no doubt what she means as she communicates with her body what she wouldn't say with words. I take her then, quickly. As I enter her she arches her hips. I cover her mouth with mine. I breath my air into her mouth as my manhood fills her. Our hearts beat faster. We breath quicker and quicker into each other mouths. I put my hands on her ass and raise her up, drawing her close. I take her air and keep it. Her chest heaves and rubs against mine as she writhes. She begs for some of the air, but I don't give her any. She moans, and bears down on me. She bounces up and down, kissing me frantically as I squeeze her against the mast. She cries out and arches as we get pleased.
She slumps against me, spent. "I need to find a big aquarium to put my new pet in," I think contentedly, as I stroke her hair. I think there is more I should do with her before I use healing magic on her wounds.
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My story pleased Diana. She rewarded me, pleasing me more then I would have expected given the limitations of her fertile time, but I will write no more on that.
We talked afterward, but I can not remember about what. Just lover's talk, with gentle caresses. We smiled and hugged, and got ready for bed. Now we are cuddling, her head against my chest. My free hand is stroking her long hair. She hasn't asked about this journal yet. I know I should sleep, but I don't want to miss a moment of this new thing we have started. Blah, off to bed, I have much to do tomorrow. It is nice to know I will have someone to do it with.