Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100363 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I grin, hop up on my toes, and peck his cheek for good measure. The more I display affection for him, the more the court will believe that he’s desperately in love with me. And that will only make me more attractive to the bastard king.
Cassan offers me his hand, and I place mine atop his as he walks me toward the tent, two steps ahead of Luthian, who follows dutifully behind.
“I’ve never had a human,” Cassan says, in a low tone meant only for me. “I hear it’s an unparalleled experience.”
“Well, I am no mermaid, I’m afraid,” I demure as we step into the tent.
The large reflecting basin is occupied by two stunning beauties with long tails and enormous fins. I’ve seen paintings of mermaids before, but I’ve never seen one in person; few have. They’re taller than I expected, or longer, rather, as they’re reclining horizontally with their heads just below the surface of the water. One of them has dark gray skin, like that of a shark, and a long mop of lavender hair. It matches the iridescent purple of her tail, and paler, frilled fins languidly flutter through the water. The second has dark brown skin all over, with pale white patches where it seems no pigment has touched her. Her long pink locks are pinned back with shell ornaments, and her pink tail entwines lazily with that of the mermaid beside her.
“Ladies,” Cassan calls to them, and they sit up eagerly, their long hair cascading over their breasts. “This is my good friend... what’s your name?”
“Cenere,” I say, as the prince’s friends laugh.
“I told her what fun I had with you, and she’s dying of curiosity,” Cassan goes on.
The mermaids look at each other. The pink one claps her hands with glee. “A human!”
“It’s been so long,” the purple one says wistfully.
“Try not to drown her,” Cassan says, and helps me step over the ledge and into the pool. It’s shallow, but still intimidating; this water is their home, and I am quite literally out of my element.
“Don’t be afraid,” the pink one says, crooking her finger. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a human.”
The purple one pushes my skirt open. “And it’s like us!”
They both coo in delight.
Their glee intoxicates me, and I find myself laughing along with them. Their laughter is like music.
“Come lie with us,” the purple one croons. I sink to my knees in the water, and they guide me to lie on my side between them. The pink one props her arm beneath my head, so I don’t go under.
“I’m not sure how—” I begin, and the purple one catches my hand, guiding it down the pink one’s body. I’ve never given much thought to mermaid anatomy. In my home in Grimm, I didn’t have a reason to think of them beyond creatures that lived somewhere far away, that I was unlikely to see. Yet now, I lie in their arms, and my fingertips are skating down soft scales to encounter a rounded protuberance about as long and thick as my thumb, crowning two ruffled fins that flank a soft, sucking opening.
My eyes widen.
“We can guide you,” the pink one says as the purple one urges my fingers to close around what I assume is the pink’s clit.
Purple leans in and sucks my earlobe between her teeth. “We can make you forget all about your human...men.”
They laugh together as if it’s the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. I can’t help but laugh, as well. They’re truly enchanting. I don’t even bother pointing out that I’m here with a faery, that a human man has never touched me.
Will I find them exotic, I wonder, should I ever have cause to lie with one of my own kind?
The pink mermaid dips her head to kiss me, and I open gratefully under her soft lips. Purple’s hands cover my breasts, kneading them as her own slide against my back through the thin, sodden fabric of my gown. Their bodies are pressed close to me, skin and scale sliding together. Pink takes my calf and urges it over her hip, bringing her clit against my center. It rubs against mine and she undulates her hips, the fluttering edges of her intimate fins caressing me. The rocking motion sets the surface of the water gently lapping over us, and she sighs, closing her pink eyes.
Behind me, purple positions her own clit in the cleft of my buttocks. To my shock, she penetrates me there, slipping her unusual organ into my ass and flexing her tail. It falls between my legs to twine with her partner’s, and soon we’re moving in a slow, languorous writhe. Their hands are everywhere, exploring me, exploring each other. Our mouths meet, three tongues dancing together. Pink’s clit strains against mine, and purple breathes heavily in my ear as she shallowly fucks my ass. I lose track of everything around me except for their bodies, their hands, their expert tongues on my nipples, my throat, my gasping, panting mouth. One moment, I’m pushing against pink, then pushing back on purple.