Thank you very much for your interest in this sex-enriched fantasy story. I do hope what meager talent I have to offer will give you a little break from your everyday life and lend wings to your imagination. Now I don’t consider myself a “professional” writer of any sort, though I do strive to present my tales as well as I possibly can. If you have questions, if you feel like giving me a verbal pat on the back or a harsh lecture (or really anything in between, I’ll take what feedback I can get), I do have a couple of links for your convenience at the end of this file.

— Paul

With that out of the way, obligatory disclaimer, titles and recap below. Or skip straight to the story.

CONTENT WARNING: The text below is, by its intent, explicit in nature. It is unrated and for mature audiences only. This is neither intended nor suitable for any minors, nor adults that do not want to be exposed to descriptions of non-realistic sexual intercourse in a fantasy setting. It is your own choice and responsibility if you continue reading.

I’ll break it down for those hard of understanding:

Non-realistic — The things described herein do not work in the real world. Not At All! And by that, I mean “not at all”. Just like you can’t turn a frog into a prince, there’s no way to turn the plain maid into a big-chested princess by blowing her up. You’ll just end up with pieces of dead plain maid all over the room. So, don’t even for a second think about it. I can’t believe I’m actually writing this. It’s like having to say, “hey, you know, broomsticks don’t really fly, so you better not grab one and jump out the window, m’kay?” Are there really people that stupid out there? Gosh, I hope I never meet one of those.

Sexual intercourse — Two or more people of the same or different sex and legal age, doing teh nastay together. Ask yourself, and be honest: Do You Want To Read About That? Should you read about that? Are you legally entitled to read that? If "No", then What Are You Doing Here?

Fantasy setting — Far, far away in a mirror universe. Faery tale. Magic. Wizardry. Totally made up. Out of this world. In other words, restating the obvious: Do Not Try This At Home!

Siren Song

by

Paul Gerard (a pen name)

First Draft started 2008-06-17

This version 2014-06-01

Proof-reading: A very heartfelt thank you to CoffeePilot for the time and patience.

Altaerna — A world, where the laws of reality may become mere guidelines at any given time, where magic and machinery are intertwined, where all those things creeping in the shadows of fantasy may step forward onto the mind’s stage.

This story unfolds in medieval times, around the 12th Century.

Siren Song: The Final Chord

Obscure inspirational music reference:

“Step out into the storm and scream / I am here, I am free” — Juli, Perfekte Welle (translated from German)

It is the fall of the year 1225 on the world of Altaerna, forty years after Barbara joined the mermaids.

Chapter 32: Blood in the water, shells on the graves

The mermaid’s pale hand, feminine in proportions and yet bigger than a man’s, snaked over the rim of the boat. Her long claw-like fingernails dug into the wood. Without any treacherous noise, her slim face rose over the edge. Red-hot hate marred her fair features that were framed by dark green-blue hair hanging straight down with a few stray strands clinging wetly to her square, clenched jaw and the high cheekbones. Straightening her toned arms, mimicking the gentle sway of the boat to not give away her presence, she propped her womanly torso up. The man who stood with his back to her seemed to shrink as more of her amazonian physique rose from the waters. Her equally muscular fish body with the narrow, semi-transparent, veiny fins coiled into the boat. Yard upon yard of the tapering scale-covered trunk snaked up on the unsuspecting sailor’s legs until its end lay like a snare around his feet.

“Thhhhh—,” cut her hiss through the backdrop of waves and wind.

“—Thhhese waters are forbidden to your kind,” she sibilated on, her next words a promise: “Now you die.”

He spun around, and the living noose tied up instantly. He lost his footing, but couldn’t fall as her body rolled up around his legs like a tentacle, spinning him around and dragging him closer while she rose higher, revealing her towering height as she slowly spread her strong arms and bent her long fingers into claws. The last flash of dusky sunlight sneaking under the low-hanging rain clouds glowed on the edges of her talons ready to dig into his throat to slice and dice and eviscerate.

Two days earlier.

Gusts of autumn wind blew leaves across the deserted graveyard and made them dance around the headstones. Every now and then music and singing from the town in the distance carried faintly across the fields. No one came out to the solemn reminders of life’s fleetingness on a day of celebration like this.

The fingertips of the lone woman in her twenties brushed over the withered face of a tombstone with many, many names on it. Her head hung. She didn’t hear the approaching footsteps on the mossy ground.

“So this is the big secret,” an old voice behind her stated flatly. She jumped up and spun around in surprise. The wiry, aged and yet quite imposing man stood a few yards to her side, resting his frame on a richly ornamented walking staff almost two feet taller than himself. His robe was expensive; its colors shone even in the twilight of the early evening under the overcast sky. Rain clouds loomed at the horizon, and the wind picked up again, tousling his gray hair.

“Secret?” she hemmed nervously, holding her arms crossed over her chest and tugging at the sleeves of her raggedy gown that seemed decades out of place.

He pointed the foot end of his staff at the crimson spot in front of the tombstone. “The red shells appearing over night, fall after fall. One at the stone of all those lost to the sea, then in the last years the other at the former mayor’s. Some people started whispering about a ghost or a revenant. I’m quite happy to see it’s one of the living.” His eyes measured her curves up and down, and reverie entered his voice as he added “Very, very much alive, I gather. Oh do forgive an old man who has to be polite ex officio for a chance to be brash and blunt, and I’ll come right out and say you’re more than her equal when it comes to the balcony. Quite a feat in itself, besting legendary Menena’s younger self on her own turf,” he chuckled.

The old-timer stepped to the stranger’s side. They faced the tombstone together, and he sighed. “Ah, Menena. I’m thankful she lived to see her efforts bearing fruit. You hear the singing?”

“The celebrations of Town Day, I know,” the young woman replied, brushing an unruly strand of her long blond hair back behind her right ear. “The day the Count’s order arrived that granted the town rights to this sorry bunch of houses, ten years ago. Yes, I can’t deny she’s been good for the town after all, even if she was ever the mean screw,” sighed the young woman.

“Hah, yes, was she ever!” chuckled the old man. “Mind you, she changed a lot. Besides her duties as a Mayor, I wager she nursed half the town alive today. Amazing feat for a woman who couldn’t stomach any milk at all.”

The girl looked across the field of withered stones. “She just needed a big gulp of the right kind every now and then,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing. Please, tell me more.”

“Mighty fine teacher she became when age mellowed her. Mellowed her a little, I should say. Oh, the days when she bargained with the Count! His face always turned beet-root red when she whipped out her tits right in the middle of a debate because she heard a dried-up mother outside, begging for a little milk.”

The old man chuckled and leaned in. “A word between us, lass: She did it on purpose. He was so stumped, she bilked him for almost all he was worth. Yes, that was Menena for you!

“Only a few of us old ones remember how she started out.” He frowned. “You’re too young by far to have known her as the belle dame sans merci. You’re not from around either. And yet there’s a familiarity right here, in your face and your, if I may say so again, eye-catching curves.”

He scratched his trimmed gray beard. “Many years ago, there was a lass with features just like yours. Got into a fight with Menena. Didn’t end well for her, of course. Nobody fought Menena and won, except Death, and if he got the better part out of that victory is up for debate.

“So the girl disappears without a trace. Rumors start flying, despite this being Menena we’re talking about. You know the gossip. Ooh, girl walks into Menena’s shop, never comes out again, that kind of talk. Menena got a very unwelcome visit by a few of the Count’s guards. Lucky for her, the town’s nurse saw the girl leave, so she was off the hook. Must’ve shaken Menena, for she disappeared for a day and returned quite a bit more approachable.

Anyway, the girl never showed up again. Some say she had a thing going with the smith and innkeeper of the coach post up the coast when he was still a fisherman, but that it went sour and she ran even further. I wouldn’t know. I only saw her once but I still can remember those huge — err, I mean —”

“Anton?” she gasped. “Anton the store clerk? — Anton the Mayor?”

“Barbara—?!” he returned in surprise, only to shake his head. “No, I’m just being daft. It’s been four decades … are you perchance her daughter? Her granddaughter even? Of course! Of course, this explains it! Never would’ve guessed, the gossip made her such a nature’s child, but — so she ran off to the big city after all. Nice to know she passed a bit of her story on in the family.”

The young woman chuckled. “I don’t know about the big city, but did she ever make it big.”

“Good, good — ” He fell silent for a pensive moment.

“You won’t have to worry about mystery shells anymore,” she said quietly. “I only came to bid my farewell. This is no longer my home. It hasn’t been for quite a while. Now I’ll go back to my new … lands, never to return here.”

“Forgive and forget at last, in the family’s name, then?”

She looked straight at him, with eyes holding more wisdom than befitted her face’s youth.

“People never forget. Forgive? Maybe. Most of the time, things that seemed so big and hurtful as they happened just fade and blur with time, and as they become unimportant and trite, it’s more fulfilling to extend a hand than to shake a fist. Maybe that’s all the forgiveness anyone can hope for.”

She turned around. The whole of her motion made it clear she considered this talk over.

Leaning on his staff, Anton stood mutely with his eyes on the tombstone until the wind carried off the sound of her footsteps slowly disappearing in the distance.

Chapter 33: Into the Blue Yonder

“Die, son of the dirt!” The mermaid’s slimy tail constricted. The gaps between her fish scales widened as her straining muscles bulged. The bones in the sailor’s legs creaked, ready to snap under the crushing pressure.

“Cha —,” the trapped man groaned, then inhaled sharply against her tail’s murderous embrace and finally barked into the angry face glaring down on him, “Cha’gura of Red Coral Reef, it’s me, you blind eel! Me, David!”

The maiming clutch yielded for the moment. The hulking mermaid pulled him close all the way and leaned over him until he felt her bare heavy breasts’ pointy nipples brushing against his chest. Cha angled her huge head, narrowed her big eyes and looked the dwarfish catch in her solid coils up and down. Her face relaxed, and her fangs disappeared behind her bee-stung lips as they curled into the hint of an embarrassed smile.

“Oh. Sorry.” She giggled sheepishly and sank lower on her tail, putting one arm akimbo and ruffling her dripping hair with the other hand. She averted her head yet still kept the bundle of man wrapped up in her fishtail’s coils. “Y’know how it is, the air, the eyes — ”

“Or so you tell me, every — single — time,” Dave groaned. “Care to let me down now?”

Her upper body, from her hips to her shoulders almost a whole foot and a half taller than his, slid up against him. “That I don’t know,” she laughed, angling her head the other way as she snake-danced slowly, balancing out the rocking of the boat, grinding her hip on his. Her right hand’s fingertips sneaked into the neck of his tunic and played over his collarbones, and he jerked in her tail’s coil as her left hand grabbed and squeezed his buttocks. “You might be an impostor, taking advantage of this helpless mermaid’s poor eyesight. Only one way to be sure, y’know. Also, sailors wanting to pass have to pay tribute.” Her long tongue slithered out and traced her lips. “Lots and lots of hot and salty tribute.”

“Cha, I’m way too old and worn for you,” he sighed.

“Oh?” Her fingertips followed his cheek down to his jawline and under his chin, lifting it gently to her pouting lips. “I don’t see a wrinkle, little hu-man. And I feel a very firm and virile fisherman in my snare.” The loop of her tail around his groin pulled tighter for a second. She twitched forward, and her mouth was by the side of his face now. “And then some,” she added whispering in his ear. “Your chest might be but a morsel, yet beneath your belt, you’re just the size this big lonely girl needs now.” Her tongue flicked against his earlobe. “Deal for you, every mermaids’ wet dream: I get a peek and a taste of the snake of legends, and I’ll push your boat out to Isla Barbara, all the way. We can do both at the same time, if you’d like me to.”

She kissed her way back to his mouth, pouting to at least keep a semblance of equal size to their lips while her right hand cupped the whole of the back of his head.

“Cha,” he managed to squeeze out between her hungry nibbles and smooches, “mmf — don’t you thmmmmk you’ve growmmmmf big enoummmmft?”

Her tail unrolled slowly; she grabbed his thighs with her huge hands and put him down on the swaying planks again. “In the ocean, bigger is better,” she smiled. “I can take on sharks now, darling. After the growth from two or three more bellyfuls, I’ll be squeezing whales in half with my tail’s snares. What more can a guardian hope for than to become but the biggest beast of them all, mmh?” Her long fingers deftly undid the rope girdle around his loins.

“Don’t you think it’s better to share with the oth—ooaahh! Oh the gods! Cha, oh heavens, you’re crazy!” moaned David as she nuzzled his crotch and her long slippery tongue coiled around his already half-erect cock like a curious tentacle.

Her cheeky tongue disappeared into her mouth again. “Share? Oh David, Feeder’s companion, Seeder of the Sisters, you’re a never-ceasing fountain, there’s plenty to go around. No matter how hard I try to drain you, you’ll be full and ready again so very soon, so why deny this lonely watcher her little reward?”

The huge face blinked him the nicest puppy dog eyes, and he gave in.

He knelt by the rear side of his boat and grabbed the rim. The mermaid rested by and around his legs with a sizable length of her fishtail still coiling up around him while the rear end and the huge fins hung overboard and flapped aimlessly. Water gushed up every now and then and showered their bodies. She scraped the side of her palm over the scaly onset of what passed for her thighs and spread another gob of her lubing, arousing slime over his rod, massaging him gently yet thoroughly to fully erect size.

“So, you’re finally ready to leave dry land behind and join us?” smirked the mermaid. The eleven inches of David’s heavy cock filled her slippery palm. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers. “You know there’s an old saying? On the day he comes to stay, his tools will grow, all maids to sway.”

Cha pouted and cocked an eyebrow. “Well, I’m not quite feeling your tool’s sway yet, darling. You’re quite the hunk compared to other sailors I’ve tasted, but to a big girl like me, all your dirtwalkers’ dangling lures, no matter how thick or thin, are barely a mouthful. Mmmph —” She put her head forward and pressed his purple glans against her soft lips. Running her tongue around the hot peach at her mouth’s gate, she began to suck. Her cheeks fell in, then her slippery lips opened just wide enough to let the malleable cone inside.

He grabbed the planks hard. Heat spread throughout the root of his cock, deep between his legs.

“Cha! Gods, what are you doing? It never felt like t—this — oh heavens!”

The fire filled his balls, and then his balls filled his sack. Any wrinkle in its delicate skin disappeared as the two testicles, throbbing slowly, swelled until big juicy apples dangled in the taut bag between his legs.

“Mmmh!” moaned Cha admiringly as she saw the wave of growth wander along the shaft towards her face. Veins bulged, and David’s cock gained another half inch of girth as it inflated down the increasing length. Cha’s head was gently forced backwards while she kept her lips locked in the groove behind his glans.

The cock’s meaty expansion entered her mouth. Her lips were spread apart, and her cheeks bulged around the juicy head. She licked and sucked with closed eyes, teasing him bigger until the back of his glans popped out of her greedy kiss.

“Mmmwaah! Oh yes, now that’s a mouthful for a hungry girl!” she blurted out, little droplets of saliva spraying from her glistening lips. She held the huge organ in a stranglehold, though her fingers no longer touched her thumb. “That’s just the right tube to deliver all that seed brewing in your balls!”

He stared in disbelief. “Cha, it’s — longer than my thighs! Thicker than my hand’s width! This would befit a giant twice my size! Goodness, I thought only my wife could bring it forth like that! What did you do?”

“Oh my!” laughed the mermaid, and her breasts quivered. “Wish I could take the credit. Believe me, if I had the knowings for that kind of magic, I’d be plucking meself a bundle of fresh sailors every other day just so I never run out of cock to stuff into my hole!” She wiped the froth from her lips and continued, “Didn’t you listen to the saying? You’ve finally come to stay, and, well, now you’ve really grown just the kind of sway a mermaid enjoys. We didn’t want to make you feel like you’re not up to the task before, b’cause you give awesome seed, and Barbara, she can get you to size just fine, but you’ve been a bit lacking, size-wise, for the rest of us. Well, no more! Now you’re our proper Seeder!”

Still sitting with his legs apart, he felt for his balls and cupped a pair of coconuts in a web of throbbing veins. Above them, the swollen tissue of his cock stood at an upward angle, slightly curved like a saber and with the apple-sized cone of his glans jumping a hand’s width beyond his knees.

“You’re saying it’ll stay that way?! That’s crazy! It’s unwieldy! It won’t fit into a pair of trousers. It was hard enough hiding it before, but now —”

The mermaid chuckled. “Trousers? Where we’re going, you don’t need trousers! Why hide it? Just leave it floating in its majesty! Be proud! Besides, I’m sure I can coax another inch or three from it.” She grabbed the trunk with both hands, opened her mouth wide and pulled him closer. Her greedy lips sealed up halfway down the seventeen inches, and inside the warm cave, her frenzied tongue whipped her salvia into foam.

“Cha! Gods! Cha, you —”

“Mmmpht.”

He grabbed the back of her head and felt the cool wet silk of her hair in his fingers while his cock’s nerves sang in his mind about the ribbed roof of her mouth and the tightness of her throat.

“Oh yes, Cha —”

“Cha —,” panted David, struggling to open his eyes against the overwhelming delights that slowly boiled his brains.

“Mmmh—?” She raised her eyebrows, but her mouth didn’t let go of the glans that filled her cheeks. She kept on licking and sucking, putting her agile mermaid tongue to good use. Thick drops of salty liquid already seeped from the dilated hole in the tip, and Cha slurped them down thirstily.

“Gnnh! Cha, we’re — your tongue! — Going in circles —”

“Mmm—hm,” she nodded.

“No — I mean, the boat — going nowhere —,” groaned David, struggling against the overwhelming desire to pant like a horny dog.

Her hands kept on working the engorged trunk, slippery with her saliva, the copious pre-cum of her catch and the slimy lubricant that her fish half offered aplenty. Grabbing him harder for a moment, she let the bulbous head pop from her mouth.

“Not my fault if your oar’s a bit crooked, sailor,” she laughed salaciously as long threads of liquid descended from her lower lip. Her eyes sparkled with a hint of anger beneath the glow of obvious adoration.

“Mmmgh — mmmgh — gnnmmmgh!” she groaned, throwing in three fast pumps that took his massive member halfway down her widened throat.

Sh—plop. Cha licked her lips, holding the fattened cock in one hand while spreading the gobs of liquid that collected on the onset of her impressive breasts over their soft skin. She looked up from under frowning eyebrows.

“You’re not willing to give your tribute to me. No man, seeder or otherwise, has ever held out for so long. Maybe I should cut it off and take it back home to see how long it’ll last then.” She drew one of her sharp claws along the veiny trunk that would’ve kept three hands and a pair of lips busy. Of course she saw to it that her claw went against its stroke, angling the point and edge well away from the skin of the aroused pole and the meshwork of throbbing swollen blood vessels underneath. “So why should I keep my part of the deal if the other party doesn’t own up?”

“You’re — mmmh — not willing to swim a straight line, so there’s that,” he replied as dryly as he could while her warm and wet ministrations went on. David knew he couldn’t resist the giantess’ expertly delivered pleasures much longer; the first twitches deep down in his augmented balls were already beginning and he needed all his focus to keep the impending release at bay.

“Touché, my dear,” she laughed. “Oh well, let’s end this. Much as I like it, my tongue’s getting sore.” Not, Cha added in the back of her mind as she squeezed and prodded and sucked the red glans into her mouth again, locking her lips into the ridge behind the peach-skinned head. All of her fish half slithered overboard until she wiggled her fertile human hips and buttocks over the rim. Her hands grabbed the edge, and she lowered herself deeper into the water until the wood pressed into her ribs, with her pumpkin breasts dangling over the edge into the boat and holding her upper body in place. Her tail struck strongly and with purpose side to side now and the cockleshell boat picked up speed. Dave grabbed the planks by her hands. Her swaying motions translated into the most arousing sight from above, with her huge head on the athletic, muscle-packed shoulders bobbing left to right and back again, pulling the firm, hot trunk with it. Underneath, the bells of her breasts clanged. Dave’s panting accelerated. The flood rose from his balls and squeezed through his cock. Cha’s lips felt the pulsing of the pipe between the two hard sponges of erectile tissue as his seed shot through it and squirted in white ropey jets from the throbbing head. The ample serving slithered down her tongue which she held flat against the underside of his glans, tickling the sensitive band of skin to the rhythm of his eruption.

“Mmmh—!” Cha moaned happily through her nose. Finally. She smiled and swallowed and swallowed. Just like the sea, like the warm sea. And so much, so very much!

Chapter 34: Last Night On Earth

One day earlier.

Slowly the clatter of hooves and the grinding and rumbling of wooden wheels won out over the rhythmic clanging of the hammer on the anvil. The bare-chested smith put the hammer aside, dipping the pair of tongs with the red-hot horseshoe into the water bucket. Steam welled up. Outside the forge, a horse neighed and snorted. The tall broad-shouldered craftsman wiped the sweat from his brow, stirred the embers then walked out onto the courtyard. He raised a bucket and poured the cool water over his head, ruffled his dark curls with just a hint of silver in them and smiled broadly. His arms spread wide in greeting. The gesture encompassed the smithy, the stable and the small tidy boarding house that made up the coach post.

“Welcome to David’s Inn!”

“No need for the song and dance routine, it’s just me, no passengers this time,” laughed the slender red-haired freckled young man on the coach box as he tied the reins.

“Barry Junior! Hard to believe how much my fish trader’s youngest son has grown up. How’s your second coach trip alone going?”

“Pretty good so far. I just wished I’d arrived a day earlier. Town Day’s going to be over when I get there tomorrow. At least there were no troubles on the road, and the wheels and axles are holding up pretty well. ”

“Glad to hear that. I’ll take a look at the hooves later. What’s the news about your old man? Has he recovered?”

Barry drew a face and shrugged while he unhitched the horse and led it to the trough in front of the stable. “He’s doing — oh, he could do better, but he lives. We can’t all be so impervious to the ravages of time like you are. How old are you supposed to be, eh? Pushing sixty? A seafarer of sixty should at least have gray hair and a few wrinkles. Damnation, Dave, I’ll be happy to look like you do once I’m nearing thirty.”

“Well, you’ve got a few years ahead of you until then,” the smith shrugged with a wry grin and put his hands to his hips which only highlighted his ripped midriff and the V-shape of his torso. “Healthy eating’s the secret, kid. Lots of milk does a body good.”

“Yes, and your inn is a beaut as well, Dave. Is there anything you can’t do? Fisherman, smith, innkeeper — and I swear, after a night’s rest here, me horses run the last leg of the way to the town more lively than on any other part of my travels.”

Dave smirked. “It’s the water. Best well in all the shire. Why d’you think I turned my hut into a stop along your grandfather’s tracks? Come on in, let’s have dinner. Besides, the kitchen is Lilian’s domain now, she’s the innkeeper.”

“Oh yes, Lilian,” Barry mumbled and blushed a bit when he thought of the young woman who had arrived as a vagrant peon and stayed as a saucy factotum. “She sure is — something.”

“Anything else?” suggested the full-figured brown-haired maid with a smile. She put the crocks with water in front of Barry and David, then leaned over, put her elbows on the wooden table and offered them a prime view of her bulging assets that the low-cut bodice over her white chemise could barely contain inside the frame of her arms. “See anything you like? It’s all up for grabs today,” she teased. “Why don’t you later treat your tongue to a twenty year old — wine,” she added.

“Oh no,” David declined most courteously, “I couldn’t burden my conscience with plundering the larder that delights our patrons.”

“Careful, Master David! This precious wine might turn stale and sour if you don’t uncork it in time,” Lilian replied with half-lidded eyes and licked her lips. Her fingers played with the frilled hem of her bodice.

She sniffed with her nose high in the air. “Oh do excuse me,” she added with a giggle and twisted a strand of her wild chestnut curls around her fingers. “I think my oven’s heated well enough so I can slide your juicy loin in all the way.” She flicked her fingertip against David’s nose, rose, and danced off into the kitchen, swaying her round hips while she tied her mane back with a red bandanna.

“That wasn’t what I think it was — was it?” Barry gasped. “And you spent the last two years with her under one roof, and you haven’t even — well — though she throws herself at you like this? Are you no man?”

“A man who doesn’t think with the things below his belt, kiddo,” David shrugged. “I reckon in her heart that minx is kind of a gold digger, Junior. Nice to look at, for sure, and she keeps a tight ship in the kitchen and the regulars happy. You should hear her haggle when she’s out stocking up! Nah, it’s just our little game. I won’t touch her, and she knows it. I’m married to Barb.”

“Dave, Barbara’s gone four decades this year,” sighed Barry. “Oh well, if that’s how true you stay to your vows, I won’t say another word about it, you old monk!”

Outside the last sunlight had disappeared. Barry groaned as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his back. “Getting late, Dave. I’ll camp out on the cart. Yes, yes,” he added with a smirk and raised his splayed hand as David inhaled, “I know what you’re going to say. I can leave it out there, no worries, why do I never take you up on your offer and spend a night in a comfortable bunk. Well, can’t get any sleep if I don’t know where my goods are, Dave. Hard habit to break.”

“You sure you’re not afraid that a certain little chestnut might sneak into your chamber and steal your virginity if you stay in her domain?” winked the fisherman.

“Dave—!” blushed Barry and glanced towards the kitchen to check if Lilian had been listening in.

David chuckled inwardly even after Barry had quietly closed the door behind him, then turned to Lilian as she brought another crock to the table. “Well?” he addressed her. “Seems there’s a nice guy your age, all alone in the stable. He might not be as tired as he claims.”

“Oh right, as if!” she snapped back with a crooked smile. “Him? What do you think of me?” She flicked her finger against David’s nose. “I like my men experienced.”

“Not going to happen, sweetheart,” David replied, grinning as he shook his head.

“Little strokes fell big oaks, love. And one day you’ll let me stroke your big oak of legend until it falls, Master David. Besides, he only shows up once every few weeks, and just the thought that he’s got a girl in every village on his way —”

“Ah—hah, so he caught your eye after all, didn’t he?” David interrupted and cocked an eyebrow.

Lilian fell silent and glanced at the closed door. The tip of her tongue quickly moistened the corner of her upper lip, then she jerked and blushed, quickly fumbling for the plates on the table while she squeezed out, “No! David! Really, I — he — you’re — oh you — Aaugh!” She steamed off into the kitchen. David heard her muttering angrily over the clatter of the dishes.

Chapter 35: The Visitor

The door opened, and a gust of wind swept in and made the candles flicker. Lilian turned her head to the late guest and raised an eyebrow.

A woman leaned against the door frame. The fair-haired arrival was tall, half a head taller than Lilian for sure, approaching David’s height. Her slender shape swayed slightly as she pushed herself off the frame and walked towards the chest-high narrow table that doubled as the bar. Lilian measured her up and pursed her lips. Twenty years and a bit more; unsteady gait, worn clothes. The maid resisted the urge to sigh when she saw the outmoded dress with the stitches and the — ugh, she groaned inwardly and rolled her eyes. The lacy cloth spanning across the quite remarkable cleavage wasn’t lace, it was a piece of fishing net clumsily sewn across the frail edges. Oh great, happy hour for the hayseeds again, was the thought simmering behind Lilian’s aloof smile. And here I thought I’d get to close up early.

“Anything I can do for you, woman?” she asked while she kept on rinsing the stoneware jugs.

“You will call me Your Ladyship, girl,” was the haughty reply that just for a moment caught Lilian off guard. “Your best spirits will do. Make it snappy.”

“Buh— Ladyship? Spirits? Snappy?” gasped the barmaid. “Listen, girl, I like a laugh as much as the next innkeeper, but the way you’ve swayed across the floor, I’m not going to fill you up any further. This here is David’s Inn, you’ve strayed pretty far from the Town Day celebration. I don’t mind if you take a nap out back in the hay until you’re sober again, but if you start making a scene in here I’ll kick your drunken ass out, Your Ladyship.”

The visitor giggled and leaned heavily across the bar, pinching Lilian’s cheek. “Oooh, aren’t you a feisty one?” she laughed while her unsteady gaze completely failed to make contact with Lilian’s angrily narrowed eyes. “It’ll be my last night out for years, and I’m not done yet. Here, for your troubles.”

The round coin of solid gold jingled on the bar top. Lilian’s eyes grew big. She’d never seen one so thick or so huge before.

“And I want your biggest and softest bed,” chuckled the girl and flicked her forefinger at Lilian’s nose. The barmaid jerked back and clenched her fists for a moment. Gold, declared another more practically inclined part of her mind. Lilian ground her teeth.

“Your Ladyship is going to find the liquor and the bed very much to her liking,” she snarled as she quickly swiped away the coin into her apron and put a heavy, corked jug harshly on the bar.

“Everything fine?” asked David as he strolled across the room. “No trouble, I hope — oh the gods —” His voice trailed off. He looked the blond girl up and down, and she turned her shoulders back and blatantly advertised her female assets to him.

“Oooh, no trouble at all,” she replied raunchily as she raised her right arm and laid it on David’s shoulder, canting her hip while she lifted one heel and put her one knee over the other. “Hel—lo. You must be the smithing fisherman. Or fishing smith. Ah, I’ll just call you Dave. Davey. My! You’re blushing, you strong man you. That’s soo cute!”

David cleared his throat. “I haven’t seen you around the town,” he remarked and trained his gaze on the blond’s face, decently avoiding both Lilian’s watchful stare and the vast amount of cleavage that shone through the fishnet-turned-lace over the guest’s upper chest.

“Oh, I don’t get out much,” she replied. Her balance seemed a bit off again as she shifted her weight to her other leg. She stumbled and ended up clinging to David’s sturdy shoulder, giggling while her fingertips traced the outline of his pectorals through his simple shirt. “Ooh, do excuse my clumsiness. Would the gallant knight mind leading me to something to sit down on?”

“He wouldn’t mind,” David answered as he steadied her along to the bench.

“He’d better,” muttered Lilian under her breath.

Soon the blond and the fisherman sat chatting and the jug they shared between them emptied rapidly.

“You are full of stories, dear,” cooed the blond. “It is late though and I’m going to retire now.” She winked and struggled to her feet. “In a house guarded by such a strong man, I surely won’t need to lock my door for the night lest some naughty, naughty rogue might take advantage of this here inebi — inibriba — ssssslightly squiffy girl who might be up for anything tonight.” Her finger poked first into David’s cheek, then she steadied herself and her fingertip traced his lips with sudden surprising precision while she cocked her head and raised her eyebrows.

Lilian’s eyes followed the blond’s long strides across the room. She frowned. The late guest’s steps suddenly had none of the previous unsteadiness even though she must’ve imbibed the larger part of the jug. Lilian was about to spin away when just before the other woman turned the corner to the stairway the blond looked back over her shoulder straight at Lilian, flashed a grin and winked.

Lilian clenched her hands and stomped over to David who pensively scratched his evening stubble.

“You’re not thinking about going up those stairs, David!” she hissed, leaning over the table and glaring down on him. “Don’t you dare! For shame! She’s young enough to be your daughter, old man!”

“Lilian, you’re young enough to be my daughter, and that never stopped you from trying, y’know. It’s none of your business.”

“Well it is if you start squandering for her what you built with your own two hands, right here. I’ve seen her kind, those sultry eyes and the teasing and the giggle and all! She’ll be your ruin! She’ll trick you out of house and home!”

“Enough, Lilian! Takes one to know one, am I right?”

She reared away, her face paling in shock. “M—master David,” she stammered. Her eyes filled with tears. “I —”

David gulped. “The gods, Lilian! I’m — I’m sorry, I — didn’t mean to —”

He reached after her as she stormed away, then he slowly lowered his arm as she disappeared behind the corner to the stairs.

Lilian’s fingers clenched around the hand rail of the stairway. Her tears didn’t spring from pain or hurting, they itched with barely contained rage and her jaw ached from grating her teeth.

“Oh you blond floozy, you won’t last that night here,” she growled as she sneaked up the stairs. “This is my home now, I won’t cede it to a tramp who just happens to shake her ass more than me.”

Chapter 36: Rivalry

Lilian rapped on the bedroom door.

“Your highness? Do you need anything for the night?” she asked with a fake twitter.

“Ahhhhhh — oh, its you. Uh, er, no?” came the muffled reply that to Lilian’s ears carried a hint of disappointment. “Thank you, Lily.”

The grating of teeth could be heard down the corridor. “That’s Lilian for you,” growled the chestnut to herself, but her voice drowned in syrup as she continued louder, “Mistress, I do have another blanket for you, the nights are chilly.”

“Oh. Well, do come in then. Us girls don’t need to have secrets from each other, do we?”

Lilian took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She stepped across the sill and froze.

The blond reclined naked on the bed. She had piled up the bed’s pillows behind her back and half-sat, half-lay on the head end of the mattress. Her body’s toned and yet voluptuous curves made Lilian’s stomach clench into an icy ball of envy. She’d estimated the visitor’s rack to be on par with her own, possibly smaller and just pushed bigger and higher by a hidden band of cloth. Now Lilian had no choice but to accept that whatever wardrobe trickery the unwelcome visitor had done had been to reduce the appearance of the pair of firm, eye-popping watermelons. Either that, or they had doubled in size over the last minutes; a thought Lilian immediately dismissed. She blinked and kept staring.

The guest’s long, tapering legs were spread wide, and the matted golden curls in her crotch hid nothing. The candlelight sparkled on the ropey dew that already coated her plump outer labia and the thick wrinkles of the inner lips. She licked her right hand’s fore and middle finger that glistened just as moist as her well-groomed, soaked bush.

“You kinda caught me with my skirt down and wet-handed,” smiled the young woman, shrugging sheepishly and canting her head.

Lilian gulped and raised her trembling hand to her lips. “B—big,” she stammered, staring at the pair of breasts wobbling into a dangling position as the visitor turned over and climbed from the bed. The ass that was prominently on display as the girl turned about was the roundest yet firmest Lilian had ever seen. She knew her own impressive looks were but dirt compared to this naked goddess.

“Oh my goodness,” twittered the blond and caught Lilian just as the chestnut’s knees gave in. She straightened the limp maid against the wall. “Are you all right? Oh my darling, they really have you working too hard, don’t they? Don’t you worry, I’ve got y—”

Lilian’s hands closed around the blond’s upper arms. She wrestled the surprised girl around and shoved her against the wall. The fair silken mane feathered like a veil against the wood. When the back of her head banged against the wall, a surprised gasp escaped the guest’s bee-stung lips, followed by a groan.

“Ah! Ugh! W—what are you doing? I —”

Lilian rose to her toe tips to get face to face with her stunned catch. She hissed, “You nothing. Why did you come here? What do you want from David? Who are you?!” Lilian’s thumbs dug hard into the slim bicepses in her clutch.

“Ouch! I’m Barbara, David’s wife, you priss,” the stranger replied, then she grimaced and groaned quietly. Lilian’s fingers held her upper arms in an iron grip.

“Uh—huh, Davey’s wife.” Lilian rolled her eyes, inching closer. “She’s dead, forty years to this day. And even if she wasn’t, you? Are you even twenty years old? Very convincing, darling. Try again?” She shook the tall blond. The back of Barbara’s head connected painfully with the wall again.

“Nngh! Will you cut that out? It’s true. Not all of us age,” muttered Barbara, pinching her eyes. “Especially if we know the right potions.”

“Oooh, so you’re a witch now, too, huh?” Lilian paused just long enough for her display of contempt to reach full effect. “You may be a lot of things, but a witch you ain’t. We’ve got our own traveling healer, and she’s a proper witch. Has a blazing white coach and outrageous clothes and is a famous ambassador, and once when a guard made trouble, she just pulled out a seal and a parchment, and they bowed to her! Oh no, I’d say you’re a whore wandering aimlessly and a gold digger, nothing else. And if you’ve come to stake any claim to this here place, then you’re stepping on my turf, bitch.”

Lilian let go of Barbara’s left arm. Her skirt rustled, followed by the faint sound of metal over leather, then a sharp point touched the underside of Barbara’s jaw. The writhing blond froze immediately.

Lilian growled on, “Your would-be husband smithed this dagger for me, y’know? Said I better learn how to use it, because it’s a dangerous world out there for a young girl. Gee, I’d never have thought I’d be using it in my own home. My home, d’ya hear? Not yours! Now pack up your things, and for goodness sake put on some clothes, you dripping harlot. Oh yes, I saw how he ogled you. What, did you hear the tales of his lost love and decided you’d give it a try, what with being blond and tall? Well you won’t, Barbara, if that is even your real name. I won’t let you take advantage of the poor man! Get out of here if you value your face!”

“So you are the fire-spitting guardian of the house, aren’t you? Now that is an honorable duty.” As Barbara’s voice changed from squeaky to confident, her fearful expression became a friendly smile and she straightened, gaining another inch on Lilian.

“I’m warning you! Don’t you try anything funny! I’ll gut you! Don’t you think I won’t!” snarled Lilian, ducking as she tensed her muscles.

“Hmmm—,” crooned the blond, and Lilian’s world took a spin through sugar-colored clouds.

The next moment, the maid found herself with her own back against the wall, sandwiched between the cool unyielding wood against her spine and the ample blond’s warm rack squeezing up against her chest. The dagger dropped from Lilian’s limp fingers, fell to the floor and stuck upright into the boards. She tried to raise her arm yet was unable to do so. The heat of Barbara’s skin wormed through her clothes, and Lilian felt her strength draining away into that enviable landscape of curves.

“What — what are you — doing to me?” stuttered Lilian. Still humming that strange tune, the naked girl held her easily pinned against the wall. Her hands fumbled over Lilian’s taut buttocks, grabbed a handful of the skirt’s pleats and hiked up the coarse cloth over the wide hips. One of the stranger’s thighs forced itself between Lilian’s legs. A damp crotch left a long wet streak on her skin as its plump lips slurped up and down. The dominating guest thrust her hip against Lilian’s thigh again and again. Ropey rivulets tickled warmly down the maid’s leg.

“Gods, please, no,” moaned the brunette, turning her head to the side. The smell of blond hair filled her nose, then gentle lips sucked on her shoulders and moved on to the base of her neck. The liquid dripping down her leg caught fire; at least it felt that way. The warmth ran along her skin and soaked deeper into her muscles. It climbed through her thigh, filled her crotch, and from one moment to the next, Lilian found herself panting in heat. The stranger hummed straight into her ear now. The weird little ditty without words etched itself into Lilian’s mind.

“You know how they say a siren’s song only fills the minds of men?” whispered the woman that held her effortlessly like a toy.

“W—what?” stammered Lilian. Her thoughts whirled, her mind was fogged. She realized that the touch of the skin of this oh so very female body with its ample breasts, flattened against and dwarfing her own remarkable pair, felt so incredibly good —

“It’s a lie,” breathed the visitor into Lilian’s ear before she drew the rim of the auricle between her pouted lips. The tip of her moist tongue traced the shapes. Every drop of saliva, every thin layer of wetness soaked through the brunette’s skin and fueled her blazing arousal.

“Lie to me some more,” Lilian moaned loudly and clenched her own legs around Barbara. The lean leg between her thighs thrust stronger, and she ingested hungrily every rub and squeeze against her clit’s deep roots. Her trembling fingers needed several attempts until she managed to open her bodice. Lilian swayed upright while Barbara kissed and licked and nibbled her way down across the exposed soft expanse of the chestnut’s firm breasts. Lily gasped for air as her nipples disappeared one after the other between Barbara’s experiences lips and were nurtured to hard size by the twitching tongue.

“Mmm — You’re ripe — smack — I can — sllp — feel milk —,” mumbled Barbara.

“Impo — oooooh! — ssible! Imp —hhhh!” Lilian managed. Barbara’s splayed fingers cupped Lilian’s voluminous chest. She kneaded and squeezed and rolled the firm youthful flesh, massaging towards the hard rubbery nipples.

“Oh yes — mmmpf — you are,” Barbara insisted between gently pinching the dugs with her teeth. She kneaded more demandingly. “Mmh, first milk. Come now, be a good heifer.”

“A — a heifer?!” The enchantment around her mind popped, and Lilian’s hazel eyes focused. “Who you’re calling a heifer, you —” Lilian pushed her captor away and put her fists to her hips, then slowly lost her angry stance. She rubbed her forehead with one hand and looked around at the room, then down the disarray of her clothes. “How — why did I even — why am I —”

“Sit down next to me,” hummed Barbara and beckoned with her hands as she slowly retreated towards the bed. Lilian’s feet moved all by themselves.

“Let me look at you,” whispered the blond. “Come now, look me in the eyes.”

“No!” protested Lilian, still moving forward. “That’s how you weave your spells, isn’t it?” She stared straight ahead at the wall while she spun and her buttocks came down on the bed to the left of Barbara. “I must — run you out of the house!” Yet she just sat there trembling as the struggle inside almost tore her apart. “Must — resist —”

“So headstrong you are, doe eyes,” whispered Barbara’s breath warmly into Lilian’s ear. “You’ll do.”

“Do? Do for what?” Lilian turned her head in surprise, and her eyes met Barbara’s sapphire gaze. She tried to look away, but those blue eyes — those beautiful blue eyes —

“Shhhh. Tell me,” inquired the blond gently, “tell me what fuels your envy. What makes you fear and hate me so much? I’m not here to take a thing from you.”

“I — I won’t tell — you can’t make me —” Lilian forced her teeth together.

“Your wish. Tell me, darling,” hummed Barbara.

“Tits!” Lilian blurted out. “Gods, I thought mine are the best for miles, but yours are so huge yet firm! Oh, if only I could be your equal!”

“Really now? My, today’s your lucky day. I do have enough to go around.”

Barbara’s slender fingers wrapped around Lilian’s right wrist and guided the chestnut’s hand over to her body. “She who asks shall receive. Take some from mine.” She pressed Lilian’s palm on her hard nipple. The girl’s splayed fingers reflexively grabbed hold of the malleable spheres, and Barbara moaned arousedly. “Now touch your own!”

Lilian’s nipples were hard with anticipation. Her forefinger tapped lightly against the right nub. She gasped. Tingling and itching spread from the faint contact through her whole chest, and her skin crawled with goosebumps. She quickly took her hand away, craning her head to catch sight of her breasts as their skin flushed.

“Haaah! What — is that?”

The crinkled nipple throbbed visibly. The wrinkles on its surface came and went as it pulsed in size, turning just a bit bigger with each throb until it settled at thimble size, more than twice as plump and long as before.

“No! How — how is that even possible?” stammered Lilian, suddenly afraid of her own courage.

“Even? Yes, let’s even them out,” Barbara replied. She reached around Lilian’s back and tipped her left hand’s forefinger against Lilian’s other nipple.

“Stop that!” squeaked the girl as the throbs rippled through her skin again until her nipples matched. She let go of Barbara’s breast and cupped her own. Her fingers pinched the firm protrusions as if they could squeeze the surplus flesh back into her breasts. Then her mouth fell open, and her eyes went wide.

“Gghhh!” rose from her throat, and she sat trembling with fingers splayed wide in front of her chest.

“Yes, they’re very delicate,” gulped Barbara, compassion in her voice as she quickly slid from the bed and knelt down in front of Lilian whose bulging eyes glittered with tears. “Oh my, poor thing. Should’ve warned you. Let me kiss it better.” She grabbed Lilian’s wrists and put the girl’s hands on the bed left and right of her thighs. Her pouted lips brushed against the reddened dugs.

“There, there now,” she crooned soothingly between fluttering kisses. “All better. Though we better not plump your melons any bigger.”

“Th—throbbing,” Lilian managed as her flat breath slowly became deeper again.

“Oh yes. Well, that you brought upon yourself,” smiled Barbara.

“Oh no …” Lilian stared down on her breasts, her eyes jumping left to right and back. The thimbles stretched once more. Warmth spread through the veins in her mammaries. Her areola puffed up, turning into small mounds on the ample spheres of her breasts. On top of them, her nipples plumped rapidly. The wrinkles disappeared for good on the dark skin of the pair of strawberry-sized round teats now crowning her promontory.

“Please — what am I going to do with these?” she muttered.

“Just do what comes naturally,” Barbara replied. Her fingers brushed over the reddened breasts and settled on Lilian’s right one, raising the orb to her lips. The fat juicy dug disappeared into her pouting warm mouth. Lilian’s eyes closed halfway. She sagged forward, mashing her flesh pillow against Barbara’s face.

“Yes — uuunngh! Oh yes, you — your —”

Wetness dribbled warm and sticky down the underside of her unoccupied mam. Lilian stared at the many thin trickles seeping from her nipple like from a sponge being squeezed.

“Milk—?”

Barbara let go. Her lips were glazed with the sweet pale liquid from Lilian’s other breast.

“Oh, I knew you were ripe, dear. Come and taste the harvest.” Her hands kneaded and pushed the other thick teat up in Lilian’s face. The chestnut’s eyes squinted at her own nipple that was now in her lips’ reach, glistening invitingly like a piece of light-colored chocolate. Her lips pouted. After a moment’s hesitation, they latched on to the thick fruit, and Lilian shut her eyes, replacing Barbara’s aiding grip with her own fingers, kneading the sweet filling of her mammary toward the swollen itching spout that sprayed it generously into her mouth. A shiver ran through her body when Barbara returned to the other teat and drew gulp upon gulp of the first nurturing letdown from the young woman’s breasts.

Lilian’s teats were empty. Her lips still suckled and pulled on her left breast, but the only wetness was her own saliva coating most of her areola. She released her nipple and gently lowered her mam while gulping away the lingering sweetness in her mouth.

“Oh that was awesome,” she mumbled, licking her lips. A shudder ran through her body as the blond released her other teat. Lilian’s voice changed tone ever so slowly while she inquired, “Yet, what do you want? Really, now.” She swallowed as Barbara raised her face and added quickly, “I’m grateful for this gift of puffies, but please don’t do things to my head or body again.”

“I’m just a visitor these days, dear,” replied the blond. Her fingers wandered over Lilian’s shoulder.

“So you don’t want to take over this place?” Lilian’s relief was palpable in her voice.

Barbara averted her head and smiled. “Sure is a nice place, dear, but I’m looking for someone.”

Lilian slid a few inches away. “I knew it!” she replied angrily. “It’s my David you want! You can’t have him!”

“I never said it’s David,” Barbara smiled back at her. “I’m looking for —”

“Well you can’t have Barry either! They’re my men!”

“Maybe I’m just a fiend for the lusts of the flesh any which way I can get them?” smirked the woman. “Maybe I’m partial for the special tastes of a lady’s crotch?”

Lilian’s eyes narrowed. “Uh—huh. And you would leave in peace if your urges were satisfied?”

“Maybe?” the tall blond teased as she ran her fingers up Lilian’s thigh.

“It’s a deal then,” Lilian replied, grabbed Barbara’s head with both hands and made the blond stagger from the bed, pressing the surprised girl’s face against her soft midriff. Moments later, Barbara’s lips pouted and kissed Lilian’s silky skin. Lilian guided the warm ring of soft lips that left wet circles on her soft smooth belly down towards her chestnut curls.

Without breaking lip contact, Barbara sorted her limbs, knelt down in front of Lilian and put her hands on the girl’s knees, slowly opening them as she leant forward and rubbed her cheeks against the sweaty skin. Lilian let go and propped up her torso as she let herself sag down backwards.

“Oh Lilian, you’re so supple. Show me how far apart you can spread your legs!”

Barbara’s lips moved from one soft inner thigh to the other, kiss by kiss closing in on the well-padded crotch.

“I,” gasped Lilian, her breath coming ragged now, “I — can put them — behind my shoulders —”

“Do you now? That I’ve got to see. Let me help you along a bit.” The blond’s hands grabbed Lilian’s narrow ankles. The chestnut folded herself on the bed, and her plump labia rose over her wide ass cheeks like a dome of cream between her milky thighs. Barbara’s fingers traced along the stout legs. She cupped Lilian’s buttocks and struggled to raise their fleshy weight. The blond lowered her head. Her golden mane tickled over Lilian’s crotch. Her warm lips pouted against the labia. Lilian twitched, mashing the moist lips against Barbara’s chin, then she writhed and her legs came free, trapping Barbara’s head between her thighs. She combed her hands through the golden mane and guided Barbara’s mouth, aiming the kissing, sucking lips towards her hooded clit.

“Yes — good girl — yes —”

“Mmmfft!”

“Twist your tongue around! Aaagh!” Lilian gasped for air. “Yes — yes, like thaaaaaahhh!— that! Sate yourself — on me — and keep — your — uunnnhhh! — your snake tongue — away from my Dav—aaahaayyyiiid! Oh the gods! Yes! Yeeeee—”

The door was pushed open. Lilian’s fogged eyes only saw a silhouette with a candle holder, standing frozen in the doorway.

“Oh my! Seems the pair of you is getting along quite nicely,” said a male voice.

“David!” gasped Lilian and reared halfway with Barbara still lip locked on her crotch in her thighs’ embrace. “Oh David, please, go away! Don’t look at her, she’ll bewitch you with her charms!”

“Why wouldn’t I?” he smiled. “She is my wife after all.”

“What?! No! No, she’s just —,” Lilian’s voice collapsed into a lecherous groan, “Ugh is she good!” then continued, “an enchantress passing through!” Her body convulsed again. “The gods she’s passing right through me! She — she — ooaaaahh!” The brown-haired girl lost her voice, threw her head left and right and bucked and writhed on the sheets while Barbara’s tongue twirled around her clit.

Chapter 37: The Contest

Lilian’s head bobbed faintly. Her whole body was limp in the afterglow.

“Can’t — have him — is mine,” she mumbled. “My house. David — mine.”

“Oh you sweet fox, what will it take to make you see he’s been mine for ages?” whispered Barbara as she kissed the salty sweat from the girl’s cheek.

“Never,” was the slurred answer. “Leave now. You promised.”

Barbara laughed. “I only said maybe, and I have the older rights.”

“Like hell you ’ave,” mumbled the girl.

“Now there’s an easy way to prove your rights. Tell you what, if you can take his cock, then you can have him,” Barbara offered.

“What?!” interjected David. “Barb, you can’t seriously —”

“Deal?” Barbara inquired.

“Deal,” replied Lilian. Her voice lost the absent-minded slur as she wiped the sweat from her brow and focused her stare. “You’re good with your tongue, I’ll give you that. What do you take me for, you blond harlot? A tight virgin who doesn’t know her way around a man’s pecker? Soon as he’s planted his root in me, he won’t have eyes for you anymore.”

“You’ll scar her for life, Barbara,” David sighed.

“Don’t encourage that tramp, David!” frowned Lilian as she climbed from the bed. “She’s not your wife, and I’ll prove it! If all it takes to shut her up is to get your tool into me, then come here, David! I’ll show you a good time! I don’t mind her watching. It’s been far too long!”

“Too long!” Barbara burst out laughing.

“Yeah, you just watch me now!” Lilian was by David’s side in a heartbeat, pulled the tunic off his shoulders and knelt slowly while pulling down the garment. Her fingernails scratched lightly across his strong chest and the hard midriff. “Mmmh. Mine,” she purred.

The tunic got caught on the root of his cock, only revealing the inverted triangle of David’s pubes. Lilian rubbed her cheek against it and inhaled the blend of warm skin with a hint of musky sweat. “Oh dear, you’ve already lost, stupid girl,” giggled Lilian as she shot Barbara a glance from the corner of her eyes. “See how hard he already is for me?” She ran her fingers along the concealed rod behind the rough cloth.

The flesh yielded easily, far too easily, to her touch. Lilian frowned, grabbed the rim of the cloth and pulled it down all the way.

“What is that?” she gasped and stared at David’s groin. His cock was deflated and dangled limply, yet it was twice as thick and long as any hard-on she had ever seen, or taken care of. “A — horse! Like a horse! So huge! No, that can’t be —”

Her fingers touched the silken skin halfway down the giant cock and rubbed towards the root. The foreskin pulled back from the blueish strawberry of the glans. The skin wrinkled before the ring of her fingers, giving proof that there was quite some room for growth. Her gentle probing thrusts did their work. The snake lengthened before her eyes. Soon it rivaled the cucumbers she occasionally enjoyed in the larder behind the kitchen, and it hadn’t even started to rise yet. It just kept stretching longer, dangling almost to David’s knees now.

“Oh I’d really like to see you try to plant that root,” cackled Barbara behind her, lying prone with her head propped on her hands and her fingers fidgeting with a narrow golden ring.

David’s incredible cock now swelled thicker and rose. The veins began to stand out. Lilian watched the blood pulsating along their twisted canals, feeding the monster’s volume as it climbed before her eyes until gravity and pressure reached an impasse.

Lilian gulped. She couldn’t even wrap her fingers around the thick trunk that stood straight a good twenty inches from David’s hip. Its own bloated glowing weight forced it into a slightly downward curvature with the now more than apple-size cone of the glans bobbing at the end of the club under David’s fast heartbeat.

She looked up at David who leaned with closed eyes against the wall. “I — I can’t take that. Not even an inch,” she muttered. “I’d rip my nethers open on that head alone! So that’s why you kept denying me.” Her fingers gently brushed against his flanks. “Oh David, you shouldn’t have. So much cock! We can have other kinds of fun with it, you know?” Her eyes sparkled as she turned her head to Barbara. “Hah! You think you’ve beaten me? This only goes to show how much he cares for me! I won’t give him up!” Lifting the trunk with both hands, she pressed a hungry kiss on the swollen erectile tissue near the root’s underside and sucked on the silken skin, then licked towards the tip she held raised over her head. A thick vein pulsated under her wandering tongue.

“Mmmh. Kiss and lick it day and night. No! You won’t have him! Mine!”

Her massaging thumbs along the finger-thick uretha milked a ropey thread of clear precum from the head that ran along the band at the underside, then dangled down onto Lilian’s forehead. “Baptized in your love!” she moaned. “Yours forever!”

“Lilian, please don’t,” moaned David.

“Shh, love. I have a plan that’ll get us rid of that witch. She can’t be your wife if she can’t take it either. You just give me more of that amazing cock. There is more, isn’t it? You’re not done yet?” she whispered. Her one hand quickly spread some more of David’s ample precum along the flushed cock while her other tickled its sensitive root behind his heavy balls. The whole length of the humungous rod throbbed stronger and grew even thicker as it stretched. “Oh yes, you’re not done by far.” She turned her head and raised her voice.

“Your turn, blondie!” she demanded. “I’d like to see you try now! He’s your man? Then show me you can take this! Come on, Miss Boasting, put your cooch where your mouth is! Why don’t you go ahead now, rip yourself apart?”

“Finally,” winked Barbara. She turned on all fours on the bed and raised her ass invitingly, looking over her shoulder. “Been waiting far too long, too. Come, husband, show her how it’s done.”

“Ah, ah, ah!” Lilian protested as she rose and put her left hand’s splayed fingers on David’s chest, holding him back. Her right hand pointed at Barbara. “Turn over, harlot! On your back, and spread it! Don’t you think you’ll trick me by slipping him under your belly or elsewhere! Out in the open with your hole so I can see you wail and fail on that wedge!”

“Leery little thing, isn’t she?” giggled Barbara as she rolled over. Her amazing breasts settled left and right on her chest. She pinched and pulled on her hard nipples, then stroked along her thighs as she did a perfect split baring all of her blond vulva. Her fingers pulled her outer labia apart, then splayed the inner to spread the smooth pink. “Mmmh. Come, take a gander at a real cave, foxy girl.”

Lilian barely took a glance before she curled her forehead and pinched her eyes. “You’re wrong! I — you — you’re upside-down! You can’t have your muff right beneath your bean! Who ever heard of such a thing? And — and —” Barbara’s puckered ingress opened to burp up a thick spurt of milky lube, and Lilian jerked away. “Goodness, you’re leaking by the spoonful!” she added, curling her lips.

“Lucky me, we have just the bung I need,” replied the spread-eagled woman and beckoned David closer. Barbara rimmed her engorged clit with one hand, then slipped her forefinger into her vagina’s lubed hole and hooked her finger into the rubbery flesh. She pulled, and her tight rosette was stretched into a long slit.

David’s cock head bumped against her other palm. She grabbed as much of it behind its rim as she could engirdle with her fingers and aimed the cone with the wide open hole in the tip at her well prepared funnel.

“Ugh! Come now, nice and slow, we have a long way ahead of us,” she moaned. The head spread her lips and filled the first inches of her ribbed tube. David pushed with both hands on his cock. Barbara’s gifted mermaid crotch took him easily. Her lust canal tented up her belly’s skin while inch upon inch of her husband’s trunk entered into the tight throbbing love muscle concealed all along her front.

“Impossible!” sobbed Lilian as she watched with gaping mouth. The indomitable cock passed underneath Barbara’s navel and soldiered on. Kneeling halfway onto the bed, the chestnut girl extended her trembling right hand and brushed hesitatingly against the skin of Barbara’s belly and the flexing weirdness beneath that gulped and contracted all around the fifteen inches of cock it had already swallowed.

“It’s really in there,” she whispered with dry mouth.

“Barbara! Gently, I — I can hardly hold back —,” moaned David, clutching the other half and squeezing tight the root of his trunk.

“Then come! Come in all the way! I’m wide open!” Barbara panted back. David leaned in. Inch after inch slipped away into the encompassing sheath.

“Still — growing longer,” panted David.

“Nooo!” wailed Lilian. The bulge reached the underside of Barbara’s breasts. The blond raised her head and gazed along her body. A palm-sized spot of skin flushed and swelled right in the center of her cleavage as the wrapped-up cock neared from below. Two plump vertical lips sprang from the smooth sweaty surface, forming a mirror image of her labia. Moments later David’s enormous glans forced its way out of the top end of Barbara’s sex tunnel. He grabbed her thighs and held tight as the root of his dick bumped against her crotch.

Lilian just stared. David’s pole stuck all the way inside that woman. He stuck through that woman, with eight inches peeking out of the other end that for all that was possible in the world shouldn’t even be there.

She knew he’d lost it. He thrust in short jerks against the impaled blond, and she wrapped her legs around him and held him in place. David shut his eyes. Lilian saw his seed traveling along the milking tube as waves of swelling and shrinking wandered through the impossible sheath clutching the impossible cock. The hole in the red glans widened to almost a forefinger’s diameter. Barbara opened her mouth and stretched out her tongue.

The first blast, thick and white, splattered against her chin. She altered her head’s angle, grabbed the fleshy rear of the glans and crammed as much of the tip into her mouth as she could. Her cheeks bulged, then white jets arched through between her lips and the glistening silky skin of the lubed head, glazing her cleavage.

Swallowing rapidly, Barbara fought the tide washing into her mouth and won. David’s panting slowed down.

“Mm—mh!” protested Barbara and raised her forefinger. She puckered her lips against the hole and sucked stronger. Lilian watched incredulously as her rival drew out the seed still stuck along the long urethra. The girth of the root of David’s cock shrank just the tiniest bit, just enough to be noticeable through the milking muscle’s wrapper, and that shrinkage wandered along until it reached the insatiable lips.

“Mmm—pahh!” she smacked and let go. Her suction had left a bright red circle on the tip of the glans that contrasted with its slightly blueish overall color. Barbara gulped down the dessert, then grinned at Lilian and replied, “To the last inch, and to the last drop, eh?”

Lilian couldn’t recall how she ended up sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. “You win,” she heard her own voice say. Tears stung in her eyes.

“You win! Take him! I — I can’t compete with you. You’re a witch! You’re a monster! A sex monster!”

Suddenly, her dagger that had stuck in floor was in her hand. She stared at the blade as she slowly turned it left and right and watched the light reflecting on the razor edge. “David made that for me —”

She turned it slowly in her hand. Lilian’s eyes stared through the sparkles of light. Her fist tightened around the handle.

“For me …”

The sharp tip now pointed at the underside of her own ribcage.

“I can still take him into me … have him enter me … to the hilt —”

“Now there’s enough of that,” Barbara sang, commanding sharpness in her tune.

The dagger clanged to the ground. Eyes half closed, Lilian slowly raised her head. The world was pink unicorns again.

“Come here, plucky lady,” chanted the angelic voice. “Come, share my delights. Fulfill your dream. Take him.”

“Barbara,” whispered Dave with his cock still engulfed in her and peeking out between Barbara’s breasts. “Ungh Barbara, gently,” he groaned as she turned over. Her well-lubed ribbed sheath twisted full-length around his slowly deflating trunk that immediately changed its mind and grew again.

“I’m not like you,” Lilian protested weakly while she climbed onto the bed in front of the kneeling Barbara. “I’m not a walking cooch through and through, I’m just a woman.”

“Sit, girl. On your back now. Spread yourself,” Barbara fluted.

Lilian obeyed without a second thought and wormed closer to the impaled blond angel that bowed between her legs. Soft lips touched her thighs, then pouted and sucked gently on her skin, inching closer to her bared gate. Barbara’s warm exhale turned into cool shivers as it brushed across Lilian’s moist labia.

Propping herself up with one hand, Barbara stroked the reinvigorated manhood peeking out between her dangling heavy breasts with the other hand, then reached lower. A rub along the overfilled sheath rewarded her with a handful of her own lube that pooled warm and thick in her palm.

Clenching her filled hand into a fist, she let long ropey threads seep down through her fingers and onto the brown curls of Lilian’s sex. The girl shivered at the touch. She trembled as Barbara spread the sex varnish all over the soft mons. The blond’s thumb circled Lilian’s smooth lust knob.

“Nice and plump, you’re well built for delights,” Barbara complimented her. Lilian only moaned in reply. The strange juice’s warmth flooded her crotch, and then came the soft touch of pouted lips and the slippery brushing of a deft tongue.

“What — are you — yoooooouuuhhh!” Lilian dropped from her elbows and slipped with her upper body halfway from the bed. Her hands clawed into the sheets. She just stared at the ceiling and howled as Barbara’s caresses dragged her through her climax. Then she gasped for air only to squeeze it out again through clenched teeth. The writhing tongue between her soaked folds didn’t let up, and neither did the rush of her orgasm. Every slippery brush only prolonged Lilian’s ecstasy.

Moments before Lilian blacked out, Barbara’s lips finally stopped sucking and released the girl’s pulsating clit. Her tongue played through the wrinkles of Lilian’s labia. “Just readying you, love. Tell me, why would David leaving be the end of your world?” She bowed down again. Her rosy tongue traced from the onset of the vagina up along the pink stretch that lay bare before her.

Lilian’s words came barely intelligible through her panting. The height of her arousal remained then climbed higher, storming towards the next orgasm that wouldn’t be denied.

“Home — this place — the beach — the cliffs — beautiful — beautifuuuuuullll!”

“Ah?” inquired Barbara, with her tongue holding still against the throbbing bean that tried to be a strawberry. The second peak conquered, Lilian’s racing breath calmed a bit.

“It’s so beautiful here,” she gasped. “Don’t want to leave. Don’t want to ever leave.”

“Ah,” Barbara replied. “A good answer that deserves a reward. David?”

“Gently, dear. Even with eight inches, it’s the girth —”

Barbara’s finger probed deep into the moistened hole before her eyes. Lilian flexed her crotch’s muscles involuntarily and almost burst into the next peak.

“Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Barbara smiled. She pressed her puckered lips on Lilian’s mons and kissed her way up towards the little paunch. Her fingers wandered over the wide hips, then back towards her own breasts.

“What are — you doing?” gasped Lilian. The warm fullness of Barbara’s boobs touched her thighs, and even with none of the two women moving, the touch grew stronger.

“Ahh! Need — some — pillows —,” Barbara panted. Her splayed fingers grabbed the slight domes of her areola and massaged them. The soft skin hardened and spilled over the cups of her palms. Faint bubbling and groaning filled the air. Barbara’s torso rose on her slowly multiplying breasts. Their ample volume propped her up even with most of the malleable flesh bulging out sideways.

“More, more!” she ordered stroking the taut skin and corralled her voluptuousness towards Lilian’s rear. “Mmmmhh—! Ungh!” She grabbed the brown-haired girl’s round cheeks, hoisted them onto the warm slope of her breast cushions and shifted her into place while every push and prod of Lilian’s weighty buttocks massaged the flattened almost yard-long silk bags.

“Gods!” moaned the barmaid as the blond slowly climbed over her while the long giant pears lay half-trapped under her, enveloping her buttocks with those incredibly soft breasts. Guided by Barbara’s deep cleft, the tip of David’s cock squished against Lilian’s lubed labia. The next serving of hot precum dripped down her crotch that was already glazed by Barbara’s juices. “I can’t possibly —”

In the darkness of her cleavage Barbara’s deft fingers slipped into the willing gap and spread it for the waiting glans.

“Then do it impossibly,” she replied and inched forward.

“So biiiiig!” howled Lilian as the glowing cone reamed wide her reluctant rim.

Barbara grinned. She pressed her upper body against Lilian’s lower belly and felt the strong resistance, then the sudden pop and exhale of relief as the swollen head filled the barmaid’s groin and Lilian’s struggling labia slipped into the rim behind the thickest part of the cone. Barbara aligned the wrist-thick rod and kept on pushing forward until her spare cunt clenching around her husband’s pillar ran into the straining, stretched ring of Lilian’s outer lips. The girl reared as their swollen labia connected. Barbara kept her arms wrapped around the brunette’s bucking hips and held her impaled on the tip of the throbbing pillar that filled her own sizable mermaid lust tube from crotch to chest.

“Barbara — Lilian — oh the gods!” panted David. He thrust gently against his wife and felt three tight rims slip up and down around his cock; at the root, near the tip and even against the glans where Lilian’s bottomed-out cave struggled to cope with the volume that filled it beyond capacity. “Pull out, Barbara! It’s — coming — again!”

Barbara clenched her vulva around the root of his trunk and forced Lilian’s hips against her chest, dragging the barmaid’s dangling body back onto the bed.

“No way,” she groaned. “Let the brave girl have it all!” She shuddered as his squirts shot through her flexing sheath and inundated Lilian’s vagina.

“B — bursting!” moaned Lilian. Her crotch filled with David’s hot spunk in quantities beyond her imagination. Where before she had felt her walls struggling around his glans’ silken skin with the hard flesh underneath, now there was only boiling liquid turning her vagina into a round balloon inside her wide hips’ bowl.

“Gaa—aaaahhh!”

She moaned with relief as the pressure found a way out and the thick semen squirted through her cervix into her empty womb. Even so, her belly now slowly bulged with every new long copious jet that filled her up further.

“Oooh — so much — OOOH!” Lilan dropped onto the bed. Trapped in Barbara’s arms, she fumbled for her rising paunch that kept on growing as David’s ejaculations showed no sign of stopping. “Preggers! I’ll — I’m — ooooh!” Her next orgasm almost blanked her mind. Her fingers caressed the bloating hemisphere that rose behind her breasts and hid Barbara’s body from her sight. She only saw David towering over her. “Yes — mine — all mine —”

The final climax that took her out like a light came with his last thick squirt into her quivering womb.

Lilian lay spread-eagled on the broad bed, sleeping with a wide grin still painted on her face. Barbara brushed a kiss on the girl’s shoulder and rose gently to leave Lilian’s slumber of exhaustion undisturbed. She sneaked around the bed and shook her husband who rested by Lilian’s other side.

“Dave?”

“Uunnh—gmmp!” He started to groan. Barbara quickly put her hand on his mouth and silenced him until he was fully awake.

“Quiet, darling,” she breathed into his ear. “Here, have some night snack first.” Her hands cupped her right breast and lifted the bulging pear towards his lips. Just a little squeeze, and David was busy gulping down the rich serving of Barbara’s warm, nurturing letdown. He gently brushed her fingers aside and held the malleable bag in his palms. Barbara’s hands played in his hair, guiding his bobbing head.

“So?” she whispered as finally her glands stopped spending her strengthening nectar. “She’s headstrong and bossy. Tends to be a bit on the drama side, but I guess this experience might’ve cured her of that.”

Dave nodded. “Oh yes, I told you, she’s the right one,” he whispered back. “She’ll take care of our beloved home, whatever it takes. And I guess Barry junior’s going to get his fair share. I don’t doubt that he’ll agree, what with his grandfather sick and the bills piling. He’s got little choice. It’s all falling into place. They’re all good people, they deserve to get their break. Just a few hours more. I just wished we could tell them the truth.” They embraced each other and kissed passionately until Barbara gently pushed him away.

“Goodness, that second load!” She wiped her lips involuntarily and winked. “Should I be a tad jealous that you’ve blown much more into her than into me?”

“I guess you’ve had a hand in that,” he replied smirkingly and took her hand, rubbing his thumb against a modest ring on Barbara’s finger. “One of Ano’s little trinkets, isn’t it?”

“Maybe?” smirked Barbara right back at him. “With that gallon up her womb, you’d have made her preggers for sure if I hadn’t taken some precautions. Besides, drawing it all back out of her was fun, too.” She patted her own belly, then turned serious again.

“It’s high time that I leave. No matter that she begged me to let her take my place for a while, Coral just isn’t gifted like me, and I don’t want to put her in harm’s way. She might recover from looking like a blowfish, but I’d rather not have her bear stretch marks and scars on her cute perky tits for the rest of her life.”

The blond quickly threw on her gown, nodded a goodbye to her husband then snuck out into the blue silence of the night and headed down to the ocean.

Barbara slipped her dress’ straps off her shoulders and let her arms hang down. The coarse linen of her dress tickled down her back and stopped as the front got caught at her breasts’ balcony. She hooked a finger into her cleavage and pulled the rim over her strawberry nipples.

The cloth dropped and stopped again, its front now dangling just beneath the golden curls of her smoothly padded mons. The rear rested caught at the onset of her taut, protruding buttocks. She put her thumbs into the wrapper and ran her hands around her hips, forcing the edge over the yielding bulges.

The last sensuous obstacle finally bypassed, her dress tickled down her legs and crumpled around her feet. Barbara stepped out of the small circle of bleached cloth and towards the gray boulders that littered the bright sand at the water’s edge.

Chapter 38: Morning After

Lilian moaned contently and rubbed her head against David’s chest as he carried her in his arms down the stairs. After quietly opening the door, he tucked the girl’s voluptuous curves into her own bed and blanket and draped her clothes over the chair, taking care to place her dagger on the nightstand just like she usually did. Exhausted, sated and still more than a little under Barbara’s enchantment, she purred faintly and cuddled into the blanket without waking. David tidied up the ravaged guest room and then tried to get a few hours’ sleep for himself.

“Ugh,” groaned Lilian as the cock-a-doodle-doo cut through her ears. The tiny window let in the first sun rays of morning. She rolled on her back and pinched her eyes, letting her arms drop to her sides.

My room? How did I get here? Turning her head, she saw her clothes. Didn’t drink last night, did I? No, haven’t drunk for years. That blond witch, now she could — hold it. Lilian clutched her head with both hands and stared wide-eyed at the wood beams of the ceiling. Me? And her? And David with a four foot cook doing us both like a girl kebab? Yeah, right. Gods, what a messed-up dream.

She ran her fingers down her body and gave her crotch a quick rub, only to find it dripping wet yet just as tight as she knew it — or rather, as loose. Over the years, her penchant for desire-quenching vegetables and taking things just a bit further had taken its toll, she grudgingly admitted. Continuing her self-inspection, Lilian bit her lower lip. Messed-up, but damn I’d hop on that cock again in a heartbeat. Now there’s one dream I’ll actually look forward to repeating itself. Her nipples felt quite a bit puffier yet she knew many of her red-hot nightly fantasies tended to do that to them.

The next cock-a-doodle had her shut her eyes tightly and dug wrinkles in her forehead. Her hands clenched into fists.

“I’m going to roast that stupid bird!” she groaned and struggled from the bed.

“Here, eggs and bread,” Lilian declared as she balanced the breakfast while kicking Barry’s cart, waking him from sleeping on the box.

“Huh? Oh, thanks.” He ruffled his red hair. “Need to freshen myself a bit first.”

“Well hurry, it’s getting cold,” Lilian replied, already halfway to the door. She hesitated then turned around again, smirking as the strapping lad pulled off the shirt from his upper body.

Their eyes met, and Lilian coughed and quickly turned her head. She suddenly self-consciously noticed how her feet teetered from toes to heels and back again, making her skirt bounce against her thighs, and how her hands fidgeted behind her back. Even her cheeks tinted with warm blushing. She cleared her throat.

“You — you got any idea who that blond late last night was? Seen her in town maybe?”

“What blond?”

“That late wanderer? Tall, chesty, a bit loopy? You must’ve seen her coming in.”

Barry drew a face and shrugged. “No idea who you’re talking about. It was just you, me and David, and then I went to sleep. Is something wrong?”

Lilian shook her head. “Forget it.”

David found Barry sitting in the morning light on the bench at the table under the inn’s large porch. He sat down by the young man’s side, moving cautiously as his spine protested. Lilian and Barbara together, one with the exuberance of a young adult, the other with the verve of a ravenous mermaid on her yearly day out, had strained the abilities of his body. With the pendant’s fragments still radiating in the waters of the inn’s well and the daily diet of Barbara’s copious milk to bolster his appearance, fate had granted him two or three decades of abatement on his actual age, but still he wasn’t twenty any more. And that wasn’t even the first of it. Time to do something about it, he decided.

He threw the inn’s ring of keys on the table before him. “Here, Junior. Half of it is yours now. Finish your tour, pick up your grandfather before the sinkhole of the city kills him for good, and settle here. Lilian’s going to take care of things while you get your affairs in order. I guess she’ll take care of things after that, too, but I owe your granddad a lot for helping me out all those years ago.”

Barry sat up straight. “That’s not funny, David!”

“And it wasn’t meant to be, y’know?” He threw a roll of parchment after the keys, its tube shape tied with red silk. A broad tongue of the same cloth dangled from it, embedded in a disc of wax two inches across. The seal on that was intricate and highly official.

David lowered his voice. “If you play this right, Lilian will let you slip into far hotter places than just the kitchen. She’s in love with the inn, and just smitten enough with you, and it pays to have a woman with priorities and some business sense around, so just hold on to those,” he flicked his finger against the keys and made them jingle, “and she’ll sort you out for good.”

“I’d like to think that I’m more than just someone to put his name under her bills and orders,” Barry murmured.

Dave prodded him with his elbow. “You really want to be? Just remember Menena in her olden days. Y’know, from your father’s tales? A fury to her enemies and a beast in the sack to her lovers, and that’s not a thing to scowl at. Besides, you’ll have enough work to do. And now that you’re a property holder, she’ll hold on to you come hell or high water. Talk to her. Ask her what she wants. How she wants it,” Dave added with a wink. “Men need only friction, but women need care.”

His stare wandered down along the cliff until his eyes focused on the pier with his old boat. “It’s no concern of mine any more. I’m sailing away today. It’s time. I’ve put this off for far too long.”

“Where are you going this time, Dave? When will you be back?”

David’s arms described a wide circle across the blue of the ocean and the sky. “To the horizon, and I won’t.”

“Old man, you’re not making sense!”

“Oh, I’m making so much more sense than you know, Junior.”

Barry still stared at the scroll, then picked it up reluctantly. “Right, if you insist, then I’ll take it, for now. David, we’ll need to talk about that again. I can’t just accept a gift so huge. Let’s — let’s sit down and talk this over when I come around again, see if you’re still sure about this. Agreed?”

“Sure. Just keep it safe, and make up your mind. The old hut’s not going to go away any time soon,” David smiled as they walked over to the cart. The horse neighed and tiptoed, eager to get going.

He waved after the trader. Until the carriage disappeared over the next hill, Barry kept on looking back, still puzzled.

“Didn’t I hear my name earlier?” Lilian asked, leaning in the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest and a crooked smile on her face as David turned around. “It’s not nice to talk about other people behind their backs.”

Lilian sighed and pushed off the frame. “I just found this in the kitchen.” She raised another scroll and another ring of keys. Dropping them on the table, she put her knuckles on the table top as she leaned in on the blacksmith. The firm sides of her breasts squeezed against her arms. “Why, David? Why now?”

He sighed and shrugged wearily. “Because I am getting old. You remember the brown-skinned witch that stops by once a year?”

“Yrba? Who wouldn’t?” Lilian grinned at the thought. “She’s quite the character. I always wondered what you two were up to when the pair of you disappeared into your room.”

“She’s also an extraordinary healer. And on her last visit she warned me I shouldn’t put off this journey much longer.”

“Are you dying?” gasped Lilian.

David flashed a crooked smile back at her. “Not yet. And if I want to keep it that way, I can no longer stay around here. I need to go — elsewhere. And I won’t come back. Sorry.”

The small fishing boat danced on the waves by the pier. David checked the ropes one last time, then climbed back onto the pier and stood mutely at arm’s length to the young woman, avoiding her moist eyes.

Lilian reached out, cupped the back of his head and dragged him down until their foreheads touched.

“I’ll miss you, Master David. Thank you for that miraculous night,” she whispered.

“Night…?” he replied in the same hushed voice.

“Oh dear, you don’t need to lie about it anymore. Look into my cleavage,” Lilian returned, pushing her chest further out. Her dress groaned faintly.

A gold coin sparkled in the deep chasm of her breasts.

“That strange visitor gave it to me, and the smell of the sea was still thick in the bedroom. Barbara was here last night. And I guess she is out there, waiting for her husband. Give her my regards, and my envious admiration.” Lilian pouted with a smile. “I guess I’ll have to make do with carrot head. Then again, I also found a little shell-encrusted vial in my kitchen that didn’t belong there. We’ll just have to try and see what comes up if I spice our foods with it, eh?”

“Just a few drops each time, though,” David smirked back. “And it’s the vial, not the liquid. Refill it as you see fit. A little honey, a little spice, maybe some wine …”

Lilian licked her full lips. “Good to know. Should I also take up swimming, just to perch myself atop a nice thick mast for a little variety every now and then …?”

He shook his head. “Don’t get your hopes up, dear. Soon, there’ll only be fishes in the sea.”

She nodded. Tears itched in her eyes, but she fought them back with all the pride and stubbornness she could muster. There was just a hint of trembling in her voice when she said, “Take care, Master David.”

David ran his fingertips down her cheek. “Take care, Lilian.”

Chapter 39: Arrival

The next morning sun rose, and the boat danced on the shallow surf of its destination that was mere yards away now. Still Cha didn’t let go. The giantess’ crafty mouth coaxed the last trickle of salty seaman semen out of the rod. Dave lay on his back with his buttocks against the boat’s side wall and his legs dangling overboard left and right to Cha’s shoulders. His fingernails had dug deep into the wood, and he barely moved but for his heaving chest as he lay there, panting and spent. His balls looked all but shriveled up and his cock was thin and limp again, yet its shape remained long and straight as the tall mermaid still held the sore, shrunken head between her pouted lips, her agile tongue whipping around the inside of her sucking cheeks.

Never, never, ever gonna complain about Barbara’s greediness again, he swore to himself with the last bit of his mind that was still able to string words together. I don’t feel sixty, I feel hundred-sixty now …

Smack — shplop.

The limp dick plopped down on David’s thigh like an unconscious snake. Cha smiled with half-closed eyelids. She dragged her breasts overboard and sank backwards into the water. The boat rightened as her overwhelming ballast disappeared. Her tail waved lazily while she bobbed with the waves, cradling her bloated belly that fought for room on her front and pushed her massive breasts up and out sideways.

“I’ll accept your meager offering, just this once, sailor,” she bubbled and finished with a suppressed burp. “Mhh, that’ll tide over my special hunger for a while. Look, here they come to take you to your wife. You sure look like you could go for a big gulp of her milk’s refreshment now. Next time you see me, I’ll be five feet of girl and thirty feet of tail, and then I’ll swallow you deep, sweetheart!” She winked at him and sank into the inky depths.

Exhausted and trembling, David struggled overboard. The ocean came alive as many unseen hands quickly took hold of him. Within moments, he couldn’t have gone under had he tried to. Giggling and chattering, dozens of curious mermaids circled him and steadied him, keeping his head above the water. Every now and then their lovely faces surfaced, danced for a few moments on the small waves around him, then dived and flashed their firm buttocks in the morning air before their slender tails with the sparkling fins curved back into the water. Under the surface, their splayed fingers slipped left and right over his thighs and hips.

“Careful, dear,” whispered two sibling mermaids in unison as they remained by his sides. “The Lady wouldn’t want her consort to drown on the last leg.” One of them copped a thorough feel. “Ooh, me neither,” she rasped. They placed his arms over their shoulders and carried him towards a spot where the water felt warmer and calmer. Ahead he recognized the green spiky mop of Anosthea’s hair and by her side in strange contrast the long red curls of Saana, her apprentice.

“Ooh, finally,” smirked the witch when she caught sight of David. Forty years had not made any difference to her face nor her girlish voice and body, but they sure had turned the anxious apprentice into a cheeky, experienced wielder of magic. Her head disappeared but for a moment beneath the surface, and she frowned when she returned.

“That’s it? Well, so much for the old sayings. ‘On the day he comes to stay’ and all that. Tsk. Really had expected more, y’know? Maybe I’ve grown a bit loose, but I’m not yet feeling the sway that’s been foretold. You sure you’re willing to join us?” She scratched her chin. “I was so certain that the ring’s magic would add at least —”

“It did, but Cha’gura brought m—”

“Ah,” gasped the witch, her eyes opening wide while her fingers covered her mouth. “Of course. She’s what, in her third growth season now? Oh my. Girls, a nipple for our poor Seeder. Come, come. Hurry. Spin Coral around and lift her dugs to the airside, we can’t have him this weak for the ceremony.”

“Barbara —,” David started, but Saana cut him off right away, rising like a dancing dolphin on her waggling fishtail as she sidled towards him.

“What?! Nonono,” complained the young apprentice and waved her finger at him. “My goodness, you’re insatiable! Not yet! Look at you! You’re a mess, and you’ve speared her all night long already, and your randy barmaid on top of her, too! Can’t have you two billing and cooing yet again. First the proper ceremony, then you can have your way with your wife time and again. She’s already being prepared for the big stretching.”

“Saana, calm down!” David raised his hands and continued laughing, “I just wanted to know if she’s here already.”

The mermaid hesitated and slid back shoulders-deep into the water. She blushed ever so slightly. “Oh. Yes, yes. She’s been here for — eeeek!” She twitched and squeaked as something brushed against her tail from beneath, then she lost her balance as a pair of white orbs almost five yards across surfaced with the slowness of their enormous inertia right beneath her inside the circle of mermaids. Water gushed away into the crevice between the soft spheres that flattened visibly as they left the ocean and its weightlessness. Quivering nipples the size of melons glistened wetly in the sun atop puffy foot-high areola. With her body suddenly trapped in the cleavage between the massive mammaries, Saana’s tail flapped ineffectually.

“A hand here! Come now, someone pull me down from this,” she complained loudly. David had to bite his tongue to not laugh out loud.

“David—?” asked a woman behind his back.

He would have recognized the voice anywhere. “Barbara!”

“Of course, darling,” came her delighted reply. “Sorry I didn’t come up earlier, but they’ve been rubbing salve all over me for an hour, David. Y’know how easily they can distract me with their slippery fingers.” She did the crawl over to the slowly swaying milk pontoons then pulled herself halfway on top of the left one. Grabbing the giant nipple firmly with one hand, Barbara beckoned her husband closer with the other.

“Come, dear, it’s not in its usual vessel, but it’s my milk nevertheless.” She took his hand and pulled him to her side. “Oh my, your hand’s all cold and weak. Here, drink up.”

David gently dug his fingers into the soft flesh and climbed onto the warm pillow until he lay face to face with his wife. Somewhere down below, a woman’s voice moaned quietly.

“She’s not in pain, is she?” he asked. “Heavens, they are so huge. All of this from you …”

“Well, I know Coral’s moans, and that one means she’s enjoying my husband’s hands and knees on her balloons a tad too much,” smirked Barbara, propped up comfortably on her own pair of honey melons that made almost no dents into Coral’s inflated mammaries. She splayed her hands and started milking the rough nipple. White liquid trickled through her fingers and ran in winding tracks over the silken skin. Barbara kneaded stronger. Several long, finger-thick jets erupted from the cauliflower-sized teat, and where they hit the ocean, mermaids struggled playfully to catch a mouthful. “Ah, now we’re talking. Pick one and let it squirt into your mouth.” She let go and slipped prostrate on the fatty coating towards David, grabbed his thigh to steady herself and smirked. “Come, roll to your side, I wanna see. Anosthea’s been making strange lurid remarks all night long, and now I can’t wait to take a gander at the legend-to-be.” Looking into his eyes, she let her splayed hand wander down his flat belly, then through the curly pubes. She gasped in surprise, then frowned.

“My goodness! That’s all that’s left of yesterday’s spear?! Dave, can I not leave you alone for a day without you making a mess of yourself?” Barbara went face to face with his cock and eyed his shrunken manhood, then shook her head. “I’ll have words with the guardians. Those greedy suckerfish! They really need to show at least a little restraint. Come, husband, let the milk invigorate you.” Barbara once again took a twin hold of the enormous nipple on Coral’s straining left globe. The constant trickles became wide arcs under her kneading fingers. “Come, swallow faster! No time to waste, my poor Big Dave looks like you’ve hung him out to dry!”

David gulped down several more mouthfuls, then backed out of the way of the milk fountain. “Unnnh! Oh yes, that feels better. Haah! It’s — it’s starting again.”

David glanced around, wiped stray droplets from his face and leaned towards his wife’s ear. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “You — you really want me to go through with this? I will, for you, but is this really what you want, Barbara? Is it the right thing we’re doing here? How many hundreds of the Sisters have we given life already? If I accept these powers, we’ll soon be breeding an army!”

“Our army, David,” she replied. “They were dying when they called me. Slowly dying out because there was no Seeder and no Feeder and all they knew was how to make it through one day after the other while waiting for fate or bad luck to pick them off one by one. Now take a look around!”

Schools of bodies from slender to voluptuous with whipping glittering fishtails, some long and serpentine, some only man-sized yet with broad sparkling fins, danced in a circle around them just beneath the waves, basking their curves in the first rays of sunlight.

“Isn’t it beautiful? I don’t regret a thing, David. They’ll be our daughters.”

He admired the breathtaking sight, then sighed, “No they won’t. They’ll be their own daughters. You feed them, I seed them, and out come two Sisters. Two fully grown perfect twins, each still with all their knowledge. Honestly, I look around, I see sixty-four Anostheas or a hundred and twenty-eight Corals and it’s making me queasy. No matter how great it feels, fucking them while they latch on to your teats and slowly gulp and guzzle themselves into these huge, bloated snake eggs where one goes in and two come out, it’s unnatural!”

“That’s the old dirtwalker talking there, isn’t it?” Barbara scoffed. “Oh dear, an hour a day out at sea with your love isn’t enough to get used to it, David.”

David hung his head. “Yes. Sorry. You know I’m right, though?”

The Feeder nodded slowly. “I know I was scared the first time I saw how they breed, too. After a while, it becomes — normal. It’s their way, it’s just different. It’s our way now. My way. Your way. I give them the best milk so they come out better than they went in. You give them the chance to change, to be more than just a twin. Just you wait, a couple weeks from now, it’ll be second nature, and by then you’ll see that they’re not one hundred Corals but very unique and very nice gals. Granted, they’re all quite tall, buxom and eager. Some like ’em like that,” winked Barbara.

“Then I’ll take your word for this cause to be righteous, love,” he smiled. “And I’ll show you now what you’ve missed.”

David leaned in, picked one of the many fountains and placed his lips over it. He gulped down the sweet milk as fast as he could. His strength returned, not only to his arms and legs, but between them as well. Barbara clicked her lips. Her fingers brushed against his cock and went on to cradle his sack.

“Oh my, that’s really getting there,” she rasped. “And — oh the gods, your balls! They’re growing huge! Bigger than my hands! It’s all going into your stones, but — wait, let me lend you a mouth — gllmmmff!” Her warm lips touched his glans. The heat of growth now streamed towards her sucking motions. His cock head throbbed in her cheeks, then she suddenly pulled him out and held the pulsating rod at half its length.

“Y’know, that’s neither mine nor Lilian’s taste,” frowned Barbara. Her tongue fluttered along the underside, and his cock twitched to the tickling sensation. “Huh. Meaty, a bit piquant, and well marinated into your skin — oh, so it was Cha who brought you here and made a mess of you, eh? No wonder you were so worried. How was it with the slithery lamprey?” grinned Barbara as she recognized the mermaid’s distinctive flavor on her husband’s rapidly re-engorging pole.

“Flirty and greedy as ever,” he groaned, letting go of the fat nipple in front of his face for a moment. “Oh the gods, one time during the night, I was so far gone that I almost said her nickname to her face. If it wasn’t for the gift of your milk the night before, she would’ve sucked the meat from my bones. Have you seen her recently? The gods, she’s become a giantess. She swallowed even my enchanted cock’s head like a grape, I swear. If it weren’t for her snake tail, she’d be a woman seven or eight feet tall, and with that much of my seed in her, next year she’ll be like twice the size of a man, and that’s not counting that murderous tail noose of hers!”

“Mmmff.” Shluup. His glans disappeared halfway into her mouth, then her lips couldn’t stretch any wider. Barbara rubbed both hands up and down her husband’s spectacular pipe that still throbbed bigger in her grip. She let the red head pop free again, licking her strained lips, then she continued, “Aaaaand that’s bad because —?”

“Haah! The gods, dear! How many inches more do you want to wring from me? Oh — oh yes, you’re — keep doing that!” He caught his breath. “Nnngh! My sack! It’s — so heavy! So full! I — I don’t know, because she could crush a whole boat easily in a fit of temper?”

“Silly Davey, that’s her duty.”

“Mmmh—! Don’t knead so much! Yes, th—that’s what’s been bothering me.”

She squeezed his equine erection probingly. “Enough of that glum talking! Now come, let’s go back into the water, your sack needs some support. I know too well the pull of overgrown orbs in taut delicate skin. Just let the water carry your package.”

They slid back into the ocean that had warmed considerably around Coral’s borrowed pair of immersion heaters. David leaned his back against the barely yielding orbs while Barbara floated in front of him and wrestled playfully with his rod. All around the couple the swarm of ogling giggling mermaids kept half a dozen yards distance.

“And just how do you know the taste of her sp—iiit?” David started, then Barbara dived out of sight. Her lips returned to his aroused cock, and she sucked and rubbed more vigorously. Suddenly there didn’t seem to be enough air in David’s lungs to complete the sentence. David’s hands clawed into the rubbery skin of the boat-sized milk balloon of Coral’s taut mammary in his back, desperate to steady himself against going under. “Uhhn Barbara — ”

“Weeeeell,” she smirked as she reappeared, cupping his now apple-sized glans in both hands and holding it just above the water, “big Cha has quite the tongue, does she not? A real tonsil-tickler, that one. And there was only so much time you could spend out here with me. Oh, you did her good, I hope? She doesn’t get much of a chance, the poor girl. You and me, we’re both gifted, it’s our duty to share. And are you ever gifted now! My goodness, that delicious spear will have even Cha moaning and squirming just to make it fit.”

Slllp — shluurp. Her pouting lips brushed against his glans. The tip of her tongue tickled into the wide open hole.

“G—gods! Barb! Hnngh! A—almost! — S—she didn’t complain, so —”

Barbara stopped to let him calm down again. She laughed, “So, fins-curling good then if it made Cha shut her gills for a while. Oh, if that lass isn’t content, then she’s a nagger if I ever heard one.”

Barbara winked as her hands slid along her husband’s free-floating meat periscope, admiring its twenty inches length and the three inches of diameter. “My! Now it’s ready to go all the way through me, with the balls to match. Anosthea really wasn’t lying when she said the sea favors the huge. No wonder Cha’s so eager for you. She has left an impression, didn’t she?”

David stroked the silky skin of Barbara’s hand-filling melons. “You left an impression for eternity, love. No matter if you’re nice and firm like this, or big and round like that,” his other hand described a circle on the slippery skin of Coral’s boat-sized boob, “it’s you that I always dream of.”

Chapter 40: Going down and under

Slender fingers brushed against David’s shoulder, then a svelte copper-haired mermaid surfaced beside the couple and lowered her head in greeting.

“Feedness, it is time. Coral’s skin is about to grow tight again, and the Seeder is ready.” She licked her lips, and her voice grew hushed. “Oh how ready he is,” she breathed, “and we’re all oh so eager and willing, too —”

Barbara nodded. “Then let us relieve her and welcome my husband. Tell Saana to — do whatever she always does. And, dear girl,” she canted her head and smiled, “I think I can manage this alone, so wait your turn.” Her eyes swiveled towards David’s groin and the deft motions of the mermaid’s other hand that milked his thick cock. A pouty frown flashed across the girl’s face, then she let go.

“Well, lover, now it’s my turn for a big gulp,” smiled Barbara. Behind David, Coral’s giant pontoons sank slowly back into the sea. Barbara dived the few feet after them, opened her mouth and shivered as water rushed through her throat and awakened her gills. Anosthea darted towards her with her apprentice in tow, then halted on the spot and cupped Barbara’s admirable chest. Her deft fingers pinched the soft skin lightly, then she pulled.

“Yes, very stretchy indeed. Well done, Saana. You’re getting the hang of this,” she nodded towards her apprentice. “Wouldn’t you agree, your Feedness?”

“Oh yes, dear. Now if she had only kept those curious fingers on my breasts instead of between my legs, we would’ve been ready much sooner, eh?” winked Barbara.

Saana blushed. “Ano told me to!” she blurted.

“Oh, really?” frowned the Feeder and turned her gaze over.

“Well, I figured a little stretchiness salve down there might go a long way today. The old saying was quite, ahem, descriptive of your beloved’s new size and the amount of spunk he’ll squirt. Just clench some more if you want it tighter,” giggled the spiky-haired witch. “Now come on, Saana, get on with the ceremony, there’s lots of milk waiting to be swallowed.” She glanced upwards where David treaded water. “Oh my, his spear has gone floppy like a squid’s tentacle again, not yet ready for the cool waters. And with these new coconuts ready to overflow, right now our poor Seeder must have the worst blue balls I can imagine.”

“Ooh. Uh. Yes, of course. Ah — Feedness, reclaim your own!” declared Saana as she spread her arms, bowed and feathered up her broad tail fin.

“Aaand—?” whispered Anosthea by her side from the corner of her mouth.

“And — what?” stuttered Saana nervously. “Uh, the gesture — the salve — Coral’s ready — David’s cock is huge — I — that’s all! It is, isn’t it?”

“Well, except for a little assistance,” smirked Anosthea. Her hand moved like a snake, then she held an egg-sized gem between her fingertips. Blue beams lit up the water around it like a halo.

“Oh my! I left it in the wooden chest! Sorry, your highness.” Saana fumbled it from Anosthea’s extended hand, then placed it gently into Barbara’s navel. The Feeder giggled as the mermaid’s fingers tickled over her firm abs.

Saana’s hand brushed once more over the blue gem, then she leaned in. “And make her extra thirsty, white lady,” whispered the apprentice.

As if you ever needed me for that, whispered the amused disembodied voice in Barbara’s mind. Just look at those giant faucets. Look at these skilled hands, how they’re preparing her so nothing goes to waste.

A circle of long-tailed mermaids laid themselves like living cups of a brassiere around the huge orbs. With their tails entwined and their hands towards the nipples, they started to thrust their bodies into the warm, barely yielding milk bags. Coral moaned louder as her arousal grew. Her dugs hardened, and the ducts widened visibly. Her letdown approached. Already a thin veil of milk trickled out and mingled with the water.

Their fingers plugged Coral’s milk ducts one by one until only a single hole in the center of the left breast’s nipple remained open. Barbara placed her soft lips over it and drew gently. The orb under her trembled with the frantic rhythm of the mermaids’ increasingly fierce thrusts, and the quaking flesh thrust the rough skin into her face.

Coral’s moans changed into high-pitched squeals. Hot liquid was rammed down Barbara’s throat. Hands held her head in place so she wasn’t blown back by the sudden eruption that rushed down into her belly. Azure veins spread like lightning from the gem in her navel as its magic caught the milk and aimed the avalanche into vessels higher on the woman’s body.

Barbara longed to moan, but with the nurturing blast streaming into her at full force, every fraction of an inch of her gullet’s diameter was occupied. She hung upside-down with her belly already bloated beyond full term and no choice but to simply revel in the heat that filled her breasts. Her skin, well prepared by Anosthea’s salves, throbbed and fluttered around the eddies of milk coursing inside her. Within moments her breasts had rounded and stretched into a pair of bags that bobbed against her swollen stomach.

Come now, dear, your husband’s waiting. You have other parts longing to be stuffed, chuckled the gem’s soul. Barbara’s expanding breasts lifted her body until she hung upside down. Instead of rushing into her head, she felt the heat of her blood collecting between her legs. Her labia grew taut against her thighs. Slippery fingers splayed her wrinkly lips apart, and a mermaid clutched Barbara’s buttocks, buried her face into the moist slit and used her long tongue to draw out and spread Barbara’s lubricating slime.

David stared, ignoring the saltwater in his eyes. Even with his vision blurred, the sight of Barbara demanding and receiving gulp upon gulp from the giant pair of orbs was arousing and enticing. Slowly sloshing left and right as she writhed passionately, her chest passed the size of their first magic-drenched encounter in the bedroom of the old hut, decades ago. His swollen penis tried its best to outgrow the gargantuan size he had been blessed with on that day.

Not to be outdone by the effect of Barbara’s sight, the mermaids around him doubled their efforts. Lips like suction cups fought for a spot on his skin. Their fingers caressed his balls and cock and sent his erection into overdrive. Within moments he grew thick and hard beyond even his new size. The rod bobbed in the weightlessness, sticking out straight from his body.

“Mmmff!” groaned Barbara with hungry eyes and bulging cheeks, pointing with one hand at her crotch. The witch and her apprentice had only waited for the Feeder’s frantic gestures.

“You, spin the orbs around and float the Feeder to the surface,” ordered Saana, “and you five, form a raft for our Seeder! Hold him up and bring him into place above her!”

David found himself prostrate with patches of naked skin ranging from girl to fishtail supporting his legs and chest. Skilled hands aimed his cock at the constantly swelling woman that approached from beneath on the slowly rising white spheres. He stared along the veined rod as his wife’s spread-eagled legs and buttocks were raised towards the throbbing spear. The inviting gap inside the frame of her labia that peeked out thick and slick between her drawn-up legs came closer.

He forgot about all the other sensations as his glans slid halfway into Barbara’s slippery gate. The mermaids grabbed his hips. They pushed him deeper into the throbbing sheath until Barbara’s stretched labia bumped against the root of his cock. He felt her labored gulps and the waves of milk returning into her breasts in the sensitive nerves of his glans that now stuck inside her growing cleavage.

The water carried the sounds of Barbara’s slow return to her glorious mam-queen shape. Nurturing liquid hissed faintly as it streamed into her ever-expanding breasts, and the groans and creaks of her distending tissue mixed in David’s ears with the slow slurping of her crotch that took eagerly then released reluctantly his cock time and again. Every new thrust of his rod found her well-lubed cave just a bit tighter yet wetter. Saana’s gestures fed magic straight into his penis, and it responded with thickening veins and raw girth until its augmented sensitivity overwhelmed his senses. His balls spasmed, he lost his grip and floated, twitching and trembling, with his giant cock sticking halfway inside his wife’s greedy hole. Thick jets of hot semen filled Barbara’s hungry lust cave.

“Now pull him under,” whispered the mer-witch to David’s entourage.

Hands grabbed his loins, and the waves closed over David’s head. The thunderstorm of his orgasm overshadowed both the water rushing into his lungs and the sting of Saana’s canines, burning with magic as they bit harshly left and right into the skin over his flanks.

The next sensation at the edge of darkness was warmth that enveloped David’s whole body. His consciousness pulled itself together against his overwhelming ongoing orgasm. Spasm upon spasm kept rising from his balls. Deft hands milked his juices relentlessly through the root of his stiff cock, and the familiar greedy grip of Barbara’s sex with its strong ring muscles clutched the front half of his engorged organ and sucked out the thick liquid.

Warm skin yielded softly against David’s face. He opened his eyes into the not-quite-complete blackness of a cleavage that was epic but not gargantuan, and instinctively he placed a kiss on the hard nipple that brushed against his lips.

“Ooh, he’s awake,” giggled a familiar voice that he associated with blond hair and chunky hips. More hands brushed over his arms and legs. Skin from maiden-smooth to tail-slippery pressed against his legs and arms. He stuck inside a cocoon of maybe half a dozen mermaids. Their writhing and slithering made it hard to count, and his constantly squirting seed made it hard to think. Everything inside David urged him to lose himself to his climax again.

“His spear never went to sleep in the first place,” chuckled the first speaker’s sibling who clung upside-down against David’s back. “Mmmpht,” she added, nuzzling the delicate skin of his coconut-size balls. Her fingers stroked his perineum. David cramped up and blacked out as his cock erupted stronger again.

While the wandering contractions drew a slow but steady stream from his gonads the black veils cleared before David’s eyes. Hushed chatter filled the azure water that surrounded him.

“See?” whispered a girl to his right. “Told you he’d make it! Any man who’s gifted with that kind of mast, he’s strong enough to do anything he wants.”

“As if I ever doubted that!” was the reply. “Goodness, look at that girth! I really need that up my crotch, been saving myself up for days.” Lips smacked.

“Well, you’ll have to wait your turn, he’s still not done filling her up! See how it’s pumping?”

An arm slid from behind between his thighs. Gentle fingers brushed against his balls. “Oooh my, with stones this huge he might not ever stop.”

David navigated himself closer with his hands clutching Barbara’s hourglass waist. Her flared buttocks brushed against his hips and her hair floated like a veil of gold and silver over her narrow back in front of him. Left and right beneath her, the curve of two huge white orbs disappeared into the blue.

“Ugh,” she groaned, her voice bubbly and weirdly distorted in his ears. “Oh yes, that was just what I needed. I can feel your seed mingling with my flesh. Uunnnhhh — oh, oh yes, the growth — again —”

“Burrgl—buggglaarg —?”

A slender arm wrapped around his chest from behind, and Saana floated into view, upside-down and beaming proudly.

“Slowly, your Seedness. Gifting you has been a bit rough, sorry for that. You’re doing great on the breathing already, and you’ll learn to talk underwater soon.” She pecked a kiss on his lips, with a bit of tongue no less that elicited a throb in his cock and a delighted moan from Barbara in return. “I guess you’ll learn to do other things underwater sooner, what with the swarm eager to try out your new size. Uh, Feeder’s permission, of course,” she added, glancing over her shoulder.

Barbara turned her head and frowned. “Daaavid,” she began, then she chuckled, “Husband, I’ll always get Feeder’s prerogative first, but after that — take your pick.” She winked.

“You did good, David the Seeder. Now take some time to recover,” Anosthea declared. Her hand slowly pulled his glans from Barbara’s now gaping hole. Immediately, half a dozen mermaids converged on her buttocks and began to clean David’s amply spilled seed, licking and sucking it from her skin and massaging it back out from the long muscle tube that her once human vagina had turned into years ago. He felt a pang of jealousy that quickly subsided as the floating chestnut curls of one of the mermaids reminded him how generous Barbara was about sharing delights.

“Time will teach you,” smiled Anosthea, watching the emotions parading across his face. She gently took his arm and dragged him along the humungous orbs. “Come, let me take your mind off those old thoughts. Let’s see how your wife’s nipple have changed.” She flipped her tail, and David had to grab a good hold of her hand to not end up spinning alone through the watery void.

“Will you look at this?” grinned Anosthea and guided David towards Barbara’s dug. Compared to the orb that filled half of his sight, it was downright small. The wrinkly nub had the diameter of an apple and the length of his hand. “Just the right size for a nice tight fit inside a circle of lips.” She grabbed it like a teat and kneaded gently. A cloud of white mist sprayed from the wide ducts. Anosthea’s fingers caressed the brown areola that covered almost half a yard, then she poked it and frowned.

“Now that here, it’s supposed to be much more meaty and puffy. I wonder —” The mermaid witch snatched David’s wrist and pressed his splayed fingers onto the dark skin. Barbara’s gasp was followed by a flush of red. Veins grew thicker as they closed in on the areolas from the circumference of her breasts.

“Ah yes, that’s more like it. The pair of you, you have your own magic. Your Feedness, how does it feel now?”

“Oh dear! Unh — swelling — bubbling in me — belly full of seed — David — come away from there, I fear I’m not done growing yet,” she moaned. Her nipples hardened visibly.

He quickly pulled himself along the curve of the hut-sized spheres, grabbing handfuls of her boobs’ pliable flesh like the steps of a ladder until he floated at arm’s length to her head. Barbara’s closed-eyed smile of bliss brought a wide grin to his face. David took a hold of the onset of her left and right breast, slowly wedged his feet, then his legs into her cleavage and pushed himself into the cleft until he was chest to chest with Barbara. His cock, half erect and flat against his abs, already reached almost to Barbara’s chin. He needed to push it out of the way just to kiss her lips.

“Mmmph — oh yes, forever like this — mmmmh —,” she stammered.

Dave felt his erection becoming harder and thicker. He grabbed it just behind the head and struggled to wrestle the arm-thick snake through the cleavage until it was finally free to bob between her legs, slapping time and again against her swollen labia.

“Huunnnnh — The gods! I’m — sittin’ on your cock!” She trapped its root between her thighs with more than two thirds of the veined length still sticking out between her ass cheeks.

His hands cupped her buttocks and slid her back and forth over the thick pole, then he let his grip wandered higher until his hands fit around her slim waist.

She chuckled, “That tickles! Oooh, what you’re doing now? Hey, where are you going? Awwww—”

David dragged himself down through the tight cleavage and on into the clear blue open water below. His hands held Barbara’s ankles, and he slowly kissed his way back up along her legs to the golden curls that shone like silver in the azure void. His lips nuzzled into her labia. He drew the big button of her clit into his mouth and slowly dug his tongue into the depths of the slick folds. Barbara’s hands caressed the back of his head, offering guidance and support. His back was against the warm wall of her massive cleavage. The waves of her breasts’ continuing slow expansion pushed him against her legs, and he matched the inner rhythm of her growth with his sucking kisses.

“C—coming!” she gasped. Her body writhed. “Uunngh — it’s not stoppihhh— again! Oh the gods! David! Oh yes! There! Right — raaaaaiiighht—! Haaaaahh! Keep — keep — k—k— Ahhhh! The gods! Once more! Going — crazy!”

Lapping at her moist quivering abyss while a swarm of mermaids playfully fought for a brush of their lips against his cock, teasing him closer to his own release, he was delighted as he realized he didn’t need to come up for air any more.

The End

Epilogue

“… for air any more.” The athletic raven-haired woman in the black bikini lowered the tablet computer in her hand and raised her head. “Honestly? A fuckin’ happily ever after?” She straightened from leaning with one knee raised on the almost horizontal palm tree reaching across the beach and sat on it with her legs dangling down. “I don’t buy it. That’s not how my world works, ever. I know what happened to all the hidden folk in the 1800’s when magic ran out. Must’ve been ugly.”

The tree trunk between her thighs trembled as the chunky mermaid giantess lounging in the weak surf of the lagoon rolled over. Her container-sized breasts flattened on the warm sand. She leaned in. Her three yard head blotted out the sun.

“Believe what you want. That there on your magic scroll thing is true to the tale I told your,” she licked her lips, “surprisingly juicy servant. He wrote it down faithfully.”

The girl crossed her arms. “And, given a few weeks for recovery and half a gallon of meds, he might be able to string words into sentences and that annoying grin will fade from his face. Another month, and maybe we can unshackle him from his bed. Could’ve warned me about that before, you floating aphrodisiac. Cha’gura of Red Coral Reef, if that even is your name, you’re testing my patience. Don’t make me angry. You being here in this open lagoon and not locked away in some fish tank is just a courtesy of mine. You’re in no position to make me put up with your shenanigans.”

“Oh dear, is the puny human girl annnnnoyed?” teased the giantess. “Be glad I don’t single-handedly flatten you into a beach pancake where you sit.”

“I’d like to see you try, you bloated tadpole, if only to see that smug grin disappear when I go through your palm like a hot knife through butter.” She flexed her fingers into a fist. Black oil welled through her skin and turned her hand into glistening metal with violet veins wandering like electrical discharges. Then she stretched her digits, and the coating disappeared as fast as it had come.

“Awww, you’d really hurt a mother-to-be?” Cha pouted and cradled her enormous paunch that floated in the waters of the steep drop just after the surf.

“If necessary,” was the cold reply. “We have no idea what’s going to pop out of that hot-air balloon of your belly, apart from the hypothesis that you’ve stuffed your swarm, all transformed into eggs, up that cavernous crotch of yours to winter the dearth of magic. Some of my staff are really eager to slice you open to make sure it’s not some squid god you’re brewing in there.”

The girl pinched the root of her nose, closed her eyes and exhaled deeply before she continued, “I just want to know why. Why now, and why here? For all I know, before I dragged you here, you’ve been asleep in some underwater abyss for more than a hundred years, and even before that, there have been no sightings of a giant fish woman. And believe me, even if you crushed each boat that ever laid eyes on you, word gets out. Word always gets out.”

“The truth? I woke because I started growing again. Wonderful, wonderful growth. Our witch told me, once I begin to swell, it won’t be long. It’ll all be like it once was.”

“Like it once was?”

The mermaid sighed. “Are you daft, dirtwalker? The magic. It’s coming back. It’s all coming back.”

“Not if I can help it.”

Cha’gura’s eyes turned into two slits. “You can’t. You think you can stop it? Magic’s everywhere, and it’s growing stronger with every moment. I can feel it. I feel it raining down on me, even in this sunshine. It’s the only reason I’m here. Soon it’ll be strong enough and we’ll once again have a Seeder, a Feeder, and all the oceans to ourselves.”

“The world has moved on. We can’t have magic running rampant. Oh, I don’t mind the odd creature every now and then, if I know where to find it and if it doesn’t chew a path through any major city. So — behave and enjoy your stay.” The young woman jumped onto the sandy beach and started to walk towards a footpath into the jungle.

Cha’gura laughed after her. “Amanda! Amanda DeSaphin! You think you’re ready? You’re not! You have no idea what’s waiting out there!”

The World of Altaerna will keep on growing … sooner or later!

Note: This information and the URLs are current as of June 2014.

Abridged version:

1) I like feedback. You like reading. You give feedback, I might write more stories. Deal?

2) Go there: http://overflowingbra.com/results.htm?varname=553

3) Look for title: “Siren Song, Chapter 9: The Final Chord”

4) Press: “Rate me” (top left of corresponding story box).

5) “5” is like super-good. “1” is like “teh suxx.”

6) Instant feedback! Thanks a lot!

Not-so-abridged version:

Of course I don’t know where you’ve found this story you just finished reading, so bear with me for a few seconds.

I originally uploaded it to a rather obscure fetish website called The Overflowing Bra, and you can leave comments and rate stories there. I’d be delighted to receive your feedback about this tale of mine. Loved it? Hated it? Want more? Want less? Head on over to the listing of my stories and tell me all about it:

http://overflowingbra.com/results.htm?varname=553

That page contains the whole list of stories I uploaded to TOB so far, with the oldest at the top (ugh … you may not want to start there — or end there — or whatev’, but starting from and including “Temple Treat Part 3”, the complaints became significantly less) and the newest at the bottom. Please check that you’re targeting the right one when you send your comments. Yes, I do follow the comments for my older texts, too.

Note that at the Overflowing Bra, “5” means best. “1” means worst. Not the other way around. You also might want to make sure you’re rating/commenting at the right story page, too. Otherwise, things might get confusing. I’m just sayin’, is all. ;-)

If you’d like to ask me something, or if you want to stay on top of new stories I publish (not that often), here’s how: I post and also keep an eye on the TOB forum, and I started an “update/feedback” thread that’ll auto-notify me if you add to it:

http://www.overflowingforum.com/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=2195

All right, I guess I’ve bored you enough with my ego for now.