The Little Virgin Mermaid (An Erotic Fairy Tale)
By Delilah Fawkes
When I agreed to marry
Prince Derek, I had no idea that I was about to have the wildest week
of my life. I mean, after everything we’d been through, how was I
supposed to know the sea witch had placed a curse on me just before
the wedding? As far as I knew, she was cowed—defeated and pouting
in her underwater lair. I was an innocent, and I don’t just mean my
virginity, which I’d kept intact for that perfect merman.
I just didn’t expect she’d do anything so nasty. They should really change her name to the Sea Bitch.
It all started on my wedding night.
I was still getting used to my legs, and noticed they were shaking as I stood in front of the mirror in my white negligee, combing my long red hair with a fork, trying to make myself absolutely perfect for my new husband. The place between my legs was already getting wet as I thought about taking Derek into me for the first time. I ran my hands over my perky breasts showing beneath the see-through fabric (I’d ditched the shells as soon as I was on land again,) and shuddered beneath the touch.
This was really happening. I was finally going to have the man I’d dreamed about for so long.
“Cherryal? Are you there, honey?”
I smoothed my hair down and blew out a sigh. It was as good as it was going to get. I was ready.
I opened the bathroom door slowly and leaned against the door jam, displaying my new lingerie for him. He was on the bed still in his black trousers, his billowy white shirt undone to the waist. I couldn’t wait to run my hands over that broad chest of his.
The look on his face told me he couldn’t wait to touch me, either. His mouth was hanging open like a fool, his blue eyes sparkling at the sight of my body. It was very un-princely, and I giggled, covering myself.
“You are so beautiful.” He reached for me and pulled me closer.
He touched me gently, running his hands over my hips and waist. This would be the first time we’d done anything more than kissed, and I was nervous, but so very eager to learn what it would be like.
He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me deeply, his soft lips making me even wetter against my see-through panties. My mouth opened with a sigh and his tongue touched mine. I put my hands in his hair and deepened the kiss, then felt something poking against my bottom.
“Derek!”
“It’s okay, Cherryal. You’re just turning me on so much.”
He guided my hand down toward his bulge, and I touched it tentatively, then smiled when it jumped against my hand.
“I think it likes me.”
Eric laughed and pulled me closer. His hand went to the tie at the front of my negligee, expertly releasing the bow. It fell open, revealing my pert breasts. My nipples hardened beneath his gaze. He breathed out slowly.
“You’re perfect. Just like I knew you would be.”
He leaned forward and, much to my surprise, sucked one pink bud into his mouth, licking it greedily. I cried out at the sensation. My cheeks burned as he licked and sucked my breasts, going from one nipple to the other. I squirmed against his leg, my need for him growing with each wet touch of his lips on my body.
“I want you,” I gasped as he suckled me harder.
He let out a sound like a growl, then stood up and threw me onto the satin bed sheets. In one motion, he ripped off his shirt, then lowered his pants to the floor. His cock stood erect before me—the first I’d ever seen. It was large and veiny, and despite being more than a little afraid, my pussy throbbed with approval at the sight of it.
“Touch it, my love. It’s okay.”
I reached out and wrapped my delicate hand around the thick shaft. His skin was hot and silky smooth beneath my fingers. He moaned softly as I stroked him, exploring the feel of him. His eyes were locked on mine.
He reached out and slid my panties slowly off my legs. I let the open negligee fall to the covers and leaned back, ready for him to finally make a woman out of me. I was so tired of being a maid, even if I was no longer a mer.
Then Derek did something I didn’t expect. He parted my legs wider than I thought they’d go and buried his face between them. I screeched as his mouth locked onto my secret place, licking and sucking my folds. The sensation flowing through me made me arch my back, then push my hips up to meet him. It was better than bubbles from a sea vent tickling my tail. Better than a wave crashing over my shells. Better than the feeling I got after completing a perfect concert.
It was almost unbearably wonderful, and before I knew it, my insides were tightening, and I was singing at the top of my lungs as my first ever orgasm took me over.
“Ah-ah-ahhhhhh! Ahhh-aahhh-aaahhhhh!” The notes reverberated through the bedchamber, making the pictures on the walls rattle. I always was good at projecting.
Derek’s tongue continued thrashing, making me crest over and over again. He looked up, smiling, and his face was wet with my juices. I panted, my legs trembling on either side of him.
“Please…”
I couldn’t help it. I wanted more. I wanted him filling me up to the brim, like an eel in its cave.
He climbed on top of me and dipped a finger into me, testing my tightness. I squeezed around him, and he groaned, then wet his cock with my arousal before positioning himself at my entrance.
I bucked my hips upward, desperate for him inside of me, and he grinned, his blue eyes shining.
“This may hurt a bit,” he said.
I nodded, biting my lip.
He entered me slowly, the tip of his cock stretching me painfully. Suddenly, he thrust forward, sheathing himself fully, and I gasped. He smoothed my hair and kissed me, letting me adjust to the feel of him. My pussy definitely throbbed, but slowly, as he began to move in tiny motions, it turned from a bad throb to a very good one, filling me with a renewed need.
I moaned into his mouth as we kissed, and he began moving more freely, sliding himself in and out of me, thrilling me with each thrust. I gripped his back, loving the feel of his muscles beneath my hands. I held him close as he pumped in and out of me, and soon felt another wave of pleasure gathering deep in my core.
I cried out, the song bursting from my lips again, but Derek smothered them with a kiss, cutting it off. He pumped again and again, and I squeezed my thighs hard around his waist as we came together.
It was the single best night of my life. But if I’d known what was to come, I would have thought twice before tumbling into bed with my new husband.
***
The next day I was insatiable.
I jumped Derek as he dressed, tugging off his princely sash and yanking down his trousers before he could stop me. Before he knew it, I had his cock in my mouth and was slurping on it like I’d been sucking men’s cocks my whole life. He groaned loudly and held my red hair in his fists as my lips moved lower over his shaft.
“Cherryal! What’s gotten into y--ohhh, yes, darling.”
I answered by licking the bottom ridge of his member and cupping his balls. He tasted amazing, and I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to know what his seed tasted like more than anything. And then I wanted him to take me again like he has the night before.
I needed it. The space between my legs was on fire, and I snaked a hand down there to touch my sensitive folds.
He moaned, watching me, and his hips started thrusting involuntarily with each movement of my mouth. I took him all the way in and gagged a little. I definitely wasn’t used to this, but I wanted to make it good for him the way it was for me. I moved my little hand over his shaft, now slick with my saliva, squeezing him tight and sucking greedily on the head.
“Oh, Cherryal. Stop, darling. I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum in your mouth if you don’t-“
I grabbed his ass and sucked harder, holding him to me. His balls tightened against my chin, and I knew he was past the point of no return.
“Honey, move, I’m going to cu—uhhh!”
His seed shot into my mouth, filling me up with the taste of him. It was musky and salty, and completely delicious. I guzzled it down as he shot load after load into my throat, then licked him clean.
When I released him, I looked up into his eyes. I was still kneeling beneath him, my hand wrapped around his now softening cock. He looked speechless for a moment, staring down at me with wide eyes as I slowly licked my lips, savoring him.
“You taste amazing,” I said.
That seemed to snap him out of it. “What’s gotten into you? I mean… I didn’t know you knew how to do that. Not that I’m complaining!” he added, seeing the worried look on my face.
“I didn’t, but I had to taste you, my love. Now, please. Take me like you did last night.” I got up and lay on the edge of the bed, hiking the skirt of my nightgown up to my waist. I wasn’t wearing any underthings, and his eyes locked on my pussy as I spread my legs wide for him.
“Wha… wow. I wish I could, Cherryal, but you’ve already made me late. I have to meet several lords of the kingdom to inspect the land east of here. There is a dispute between them over some river boundary or the like, and I have to mediate it as their liege.”
I pouted, spreading my legs even wider. “Are you sure you have to go? I’d much rather you showed me more of what that thing can do.” I pointed at his cock. “We’re just married, after all. I want you to stuff me full again.”
His mouth hung open, and I saw his cock getting stiff again. He leaned over me and kissed me fiercely, then stood and tucked himself back into his trousers.
“Believe me, Cherryal. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than back in bed with you, but I can’t keep them waiting. They might kill each other for all I know if I don’t show up. Later tonight, darling, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”