The Lagoon

I drag my hands into the water determined to seek out a mermaid of some kind. It had been trending online for weeks now as I had searched the forest.

But unlike the legend's tale, there was no woman of half fish and half flesh. No matter how deeply I swayed my arms into the dark lagoon’s current. Or how far out I pressed my body into its surface. Nothing went in, and nothing came out.

I pull my hand from the water and sit on the mulch beneath me. With a deep sigh, I use the sleek beads to coat my hair and pull the tangles. There had not been one legend that was true.

No cave of dragon’s treasure, no mixed body lions with wings. No flying horses, and surely no fish women.

I snicker to myself.

That’s what I get for believing in bedtime stories.

As my fingertips grow dry from tirelessly unraveling the knots, and coils from my hair, I reach back in the water and coat my fingers.

But what greets me is not my reflection. Instead, it’s a dark form of something big.

Hastily, I rise to my feet, grab my camera, and step back. I peer at the water as that dark form shifts just below the surface.

As it passes, the clear water once again shows my face and the horror inside my eyes.

I practice breathing. In my nose, out my mouth. In my nose, out my mouth.

For each breath, I count. The water ripples once, as the dark mass begins to break the surface.

Black hair rises, thick, dark, and shiny. Weighted with water, and plastered over brown skin and beady black eyes.

My body shivers.

It smiles at me, a wicked contortion of one-half of its face, lifts into a smirk.

Like a shark, it shifts side to side, never ceasing to move. The water moves with it, unbothered by its shifting form.

It comes near the surface. Eyes bright and full of allure.

Its full lips part in a silent word slips from its open lips.

Run.

I take no more chances, pull the camera from around my neck and snapping a picture before turning my tail and lifting my knees to the sky as I run.

It only comes to me once I’ve reentered the forest that I’ve forgotten one very important thing. My flask.

I groan as I mark the oak tree next to me. Heaving with all I have and desiring to end my life where I stand. I have no want at all to return to my flask. Except that’s exactly what I want. As that flask is full of a deeply powerful forgetting substance my mind needs to remember this event properly. Alcohol.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to catch my breath. My mouth is so dry, and my chest so full of sharp pain I can taste blood in the back of my throat.

It takes me twice as long to return to the lagoon as it did for me to run away.

Just by the water's edge is a midnight blue flask with a tight corked lid. I think about the delicious sip of warm bourbon waiting for me.

With some soft steps over the mud, into the crunchy soil, and dark grass by the edge of the water, I pluck my flask from the ground and out of a sticky substance.

“The fuck,” I muttered looking at its thin, clear texture. Out the side of my eye, a dark form gathers again.

I stumble back but it’s too late.

Its hand grasps my ankle and pulls me to the ground. My back hits the ground knocking the wind out of me.

The heavy creature climbs out of the water, dark hair covering its face as it scales my body with ease.

It’s twice as big as me and preens down.

“W-wait. Don’t eat me.” I stutter out. I cringe at how lame I sound. A twenty-five-year-old man begging a monster for his life.

It smirks again, and that devious look crosses its thin sunken skin, that’s relatively clear for something living in mulch-filled water.

Its mouth opens full of sharp teeth and a dark endless void.

My stomach twists at the sight.

Why have you returned? I hear its voice ask in my head. It’s muddled like it’s underwater. But it’s feminine and familiar enough for me to understand.

I raise the flask slightly, and its black eyes turn to look.

The body weighing on me shifts beginning to crush me under its solid weight.

I glance down past its chin to its neck where its skin glitters with really tiny sparkling lines. A heavy chest with tiny pink nubs peek between its wisps of black hair, and below its belly button is pierced with a thin shard that ends with a pearl.

It’s almost human right up until the fish part, just below a dark arc of hair is a long, and heavy tail which, placed right ontop of my legs is crushing me.

It shifts again face in mine.

Human! It shouts.

I wince at the pain spreading in my head. The flask is easily plucked from my grasp as the monster holds it up to the moonlight to inspect.

In the moonlight, its face is soft and serene. Maybe it is beautiful, or maybe I am delusional from the pain of my legs growing numb. Without trying I doubt I can push the creature off of me. As I wiggle my hands down to its, what I would call, thigh, I give a push only to feel it move just a modicum.

Instead of the relief of pain, I feel a warm trickle rest itself between me and the creature. I turn my eyes to the source, then up to the creature's eyes peering down at me curiously.

“I’m not trying to be rude…” I start. I gulp back my confusion and discomfort. “But, what am I feeling right now?” I ask. My voice sounds small and afraid.

The creature smirked. Pulling its body from mine and sitting in the dirt. As I’d expect of a mermaid-like creature it sits up straight like a human and then turns its tail into the water.

Now that I could sit up and feel the prickling pain of my legs waking from being numb I could see the slick thin substance it left behind.

“What-“ I start. It’s warm and wet on my fingers, sticky in a bodily fluid kind of way. I glance up at the mermaid. Would it be wrong to assume this is a female? I think.

You’re not wrong. She replies.

I blink at her unmoving lips.

“How are you talking to me if your mouth is not open?”I ask. Chills run down my body. As she smirks again.

Instead of answering she pulls the cork from my flask and smells it.

A hiss fills the air. I spring to my feet and attempt to pull it from her grasp. After heaving and heaving I give in. I am human, and much weaker than she.

Your resistance is futile. Must you need poison to mate?

I freeze. And stop trying with all my might, and body to pull the flask from her grip. As my eyes rest on hers she’s begun to frown.

“M-mate?”

“Yes,” she says aloud. This time her voice is so soft yet it still overpowers my ears, putting pressure unlike any other in my head.

I shout, grasping my head. After the pain subsides I pull my weak body from the ground. I’ve no recollection of falling, or when she placed her hand on me but she grasps my shoulder gently and pulls me to straddle her lap.

“Do not fear, human. It takes a while before you are ready to hear a voice at this pitch.”

While my head still rings from her speaking when her skin touches mine the sound is bearable. Like a brewing migraine.

I blink the black spots from my eyes. She runs both her hands into my hair. Just one of them is large enough to cradle my head. She’s much bigger than I am and smells of seaweed, and mist. Like the lagoon perhaps, or maybe a deep river.

In my mind, I get the distinct feeling I’ve forgotten something important in my recent stupor. Her hands travel from my hair down my back. Like a cat, she makes a soft purring noise, that is high-pitched and repetitive like a trill.

Cold wind hits my back from the dead of night. I shiver and pull away from her hands. Their long talons glimmer in the moonlight.

I reach behind me to feel she’s shorn my shirt in half.

“Wait.” I begin. But her trilling only increases as the shirt begins to fall from my shoulders and expose my chest.

Heat fills my face, and I cling to the little bit of fabric I have left, trying to keep covered.

“I think you have mistaken my intentions,” I say in a whisper.

She grasps my ass and pulls me against her wet heat. Goosebumps rise on my skin, but not exactly in a bad way. And it’s starting to scare me.

“I didn’t come here to mate,” I say hoarsely.

She grips me tighter rubbing against my groin. I can feel everything through the soaked fabric of my jeans. Everything.

She clicks her tongue and tilts her head. Her curiosity showed in her dark eyes, which up close are the darkest brown I’ve ever seen.

“Have you come to kill me?” she asks.

I shake my head no. The sudden movement caused a dull painful ache in my neck. I rub the sore spot. “No, I just wanted to know if you were real.”

She smiles again this time a real smile that makes her look full of youth and humor.

Her lips press against mine and steal the breath right from my lips. I groan at the feeling of her running her sex against the length of my arousal.

“Still not here to mate?” she asks in a throaty chortle.

I briefly consider the consequences of mating with another species. Besides the crap ton of possible, and untreatable diseases. There is also the question of how, though I can tell it won’t be much different based on what I feel pressing me into it, hungrily.

I swallow wryly. I really shouldn’t do it. But how wrong would I be letting it get to this point and bailing?

Her finger tugs at my belt loop.

“Take it off.” She demands. I rush to undo my belt and unbuckle my pants.

No sense in resisting when I’m too curious to say no. Throwing caution to the wind, I strip down to my underwear too embarrassed to strip further.

She rubs me through the damp fabric. I brace my hands on her shoulders. Biting back a moan. I take her wrist to slow her down.

“Wait.” I chuckle nervously. “You’re much stronger than a human. If you do it like that, I won’t last at all.” I say.

She nuzzles my nose.

It’s so random but I can feel the affection through the strange action. She lets me go and waits patiently for me to make the next move.

It’s only then I remember her tail which is the width of my body and twice as long as me. The purple scales glint as if inviting me to explore.

I push her hair off her shoulders to her back exposing her breast. The cold wind has turned the soft peaks into hard dusty rose-colored nubs. I flick them with the pads of my thumbs causing her to trill.

The sound is melodic and causes me to shiver. Whatever it was is a weird turn-on.

Her breasts are soft but firm with muscle no doubt built from swimming. I am reminded again of her tail, and I wonder how this is going to work.

“Lay down,” I say softly. I lift her hair gently as she lays down and I rest its heavy weight into the water. She smiles up at me.

“You’re sweet.” She says.

I scoff. “It would hurt if you lay on it, and it pulled right?”

She shrugs.

I dismiss the thought and run my tongue over her flesh. Despite my chagrin, her flesh is warm and carries the freshness of water. I suck her nipples playing with them until her tail flicks in the water and she moans under her breath.

The sight of her half-lidded eyes peering down at me causes my underwear to grow tight. I cease all my needless teasing and finally run my hand into the soft hair and between it to the slick of her sex. My finger slips right into the tight organ as it squeezes me like the foreign invader I am.

I groan thinking about how good this vice grip will feel around my cock. My fingers tingle as I slide them in and out of her. She pants covering her mouth with her hand. Her chest heaves and her pretty tits jiggle with each breath.

Hastily, I pull off my boxers and climb over her. She shifts her tail giving me full access. I run the tip over her hair and look into her eyes as I press deep into her.

She bites her lips and throws her head back in a mewl.

As I sink deeper and deeper it tightens around me and conforms to my size.

“Fuck.” I mutter as she takes me balls deep in one go.

Her tail trembles under me, soft scales warm to the touch.

“Relax,” I whisper in her ear. I take her hand putting them over her head and into the water.

The water seems to calm her down, and she begins to loosen her grip. It’s just enough for me to pull back and thrust in with all my force.

She moans loudly. Tensing under me.

“Does it hurt?” I ask. She shakes her head no. “Do you want me to continue?” I ask her.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Don’t move,” I command. I let her wrists go. And she keeps her hands clasped together over her head and in the water.

I catch a brief glimpse of my lustful face in the water.

Her hips are wide and heavy but not too heavy that I can’t hold them and drill into her. So I do, and every thrust is meant with that sweet trill that falls from her lips like music. Mixed with throating moans and her thrashing tail.

I have to bury my face in her breasts to keep from cumming while looking at her turn into a sexy, whimpering woman.

I nibble those hard peaks and flick them with my tongue.

She whispers a foreign word as her eyes roll. A warm hot gush coats my cock as I continue to pound into her.

She shakes, and her tail flicks across the water causing it to spray over the grass.

“Fuck, does it feel that good?” I ask her. She whimpers and nods her head.

I grasp her natural waist and lean in to get an even deeper angle one where I can suck the soft skin of her throat and run a hand into her soft, locs.

She whispers another foreign word much like she’s cursing.

“Tell me how to make you feel even better,” I say into her ear. She moans, opening her deep brown eyes and resting them on me.

My cock and heartthrob at the same time.

“Just keep doing that.”

“What?” I ask her teasingly. Then thrust harder.

“That,” she moans out.

“What, I don’t know unless you tell me.” I tease further.

She moans again pulling a hand from the cool water to rest on my chest. “That thing your doing with-“ she pauses and her face flushes a soft pink. The soft pink brightens with the skin around her nose which is covered in dark freckles.

Fuck. She gets hotter with every passing second.

“Just don’t stop.” She begs softly and hugs my chest to hers.

So I don’t, and with the last of my energy and the tension in my balls I pump into her until I can’t think straight and my body convulses in orgasm.

It takes me a full minute to catch my breath and sit up. Her hand carefully strokes my back and she makes that sweet trilling when our eyes meet.

“Have you been satisfyingly mated?” I ask her.

She smiles. “Yes,”

I sigh with relief. It feels too good to pull out, but I do, I can’t believe how covered I am in our mix of orgasm.

She blushes when she catches sight.

Clearing her throat she slips into the water. Then grabs my hands and pulls me in. The water is freezing but pressed into her body it isn’t bad. We spin gently, our bodies creating light ripples. Her hair creates that dark mass that blocks the reflection, and now, it’s not so scary.

She leans in and kisses me.

“What’s your name?” she asks against my lips.

Her throaty question wakes me up down below and I have to remind myself we just did it, and just because it was amazing, and I’ve never cum that hard in my life, doesn’t mean I should be getting it up right now.

“Ladies first.”

She sighs putting her head on top of mine and placing mine against her neck.

“Isla.”

I pull back and look at her. “That’s a beautiful name. Mine is common and dull.”

She blinks her big brown eyes. And I can’t resist telling her any longer.

“My name is Mark.”

“Mark,” she repeats. “Mark the love maker.”

I cough turning away. “You’re cute when you blush,” she says, her swaying tail wrapping around my leg and pulling me into her. I bite back the moan rising in my throat. As she begged me to fuck her.