The Dragons' Mermaid

Chapter 8

"Don't look at me," sobbed Andrea, huddling deeper into the dark corner.

Rick hurried over and held her in his arms, rocking her gently.

"Darling, what's wrong? What happened while I was away?"

She wrapped her arms around him, and once again, he was surprised at the strength of her embrace. Andrea always looked so lithe and fragile, even while inside she was just as much a fisherman's wife as the sturdier women from the village. Rick gasped for air in her arms' vise.

"Nngh! Come on, tell me. What's wrong with you?" he groaned.

"I've grown fat and ugly!" she wailed. "And I don't want to be!"

"Babe, what are you talking about? You're as beautiful as ever! There is nothing wrong with you at all!"

"Uh huh? Have you gone blind? Then what about this?" She grabbed his wrists and guided his hands to her buttocks. "Feel that?"

"The gods! Andrea, is that you?" His hands squeezed her roundness, kneading the firm hemispheres of her slightly meaty cheeks.

"Yes!" she wailed. "I've turned into a blubbery seal! I'm no longer the girl you fell in love with. You'll leave me! I'm fat and ugly!"

"Andrea," he rasped, finding it hard to keep his thoughts together as the blood drained from his head and shot into much more central places. "B—Andrea, you're not ugly — gods, this feels so good!"

His hands explored the plateau between the mounds and traced the folds of her s*x.

"But—," she stammered.

"Shhh, love. Oh Andrea, you're gorgeous. So what if you're no longer a girl? Andrea, you are a woman. Names of the gods, wife, I — I need you now."

She pushed him away, turned to the wall and slapped her hands over her face. Her shoulders shook.

"Stop touching me! Can't you see me for what I've become?" she wailed inconsolably.

"But Andrea — ," he started.

"No buts! Go ahead, say it! Say it to my face! Call me a fat cow —"

Silver sparkled at her neck in the twilight as she threw up her hands, and metal jingled. Still shaken by the unexpected outburst, Rick's mind switched directions, drawn in by the glittering light. He frowned.

"You're wearing the pendant again. You promised you'd keep it hidden."

Andrea's eyes started to wander, and she sighed. "I know. Oh please, David, it's the last little pleasure left for me, being such a gross blob of fat is hard enough as it is —"

"You're no blob of fat," he interjected, shaking his head. He crawled up to her again and caressed her slender waistline. "Andrea, what are you going on and on about? You're the most perfect woman I've ever seen."

"I don't feel like it, alright?" she half-screamed. Andrea's voice faded to a scared whisper. "I just — it just helps me to feel beautiful again, y'know? I feel better if I put it on. You called me your princess, the first time I wore it, and that felt sooo great."

"A princess? Oh Andrea, you'll always be my princess, my love, my queen. Come, go outside and let's have a long look at you."

"No!" she wailed. "I don't want —"

Rick's strong hand held her wrist and drew her upright. She struggled and raised her arm against the blinding sunlight as he opened the door and stepped into the yard with her in tow.

He turned around and froze.

"Andrea — mercy of the gods —," was all David managed, then he stood slack-jawed and dumb.

"See?" Andrea wailed, twisting her body and trying to cover her chest and crotch.

Rick bent his knee and raised his hands in adoration to her. His breath quickened, and his throat became dry.

The wind played in Andrea's hair. The tips of her golden mane tickled over her chest, over the two firm hemispheres that stood out in youthful pertness. Her n*****s, rosy and soft, crowned the nicest domed-up areolae anyone could envision. Wandering lower, Rick's gaze drank in the firm, shapely abs around her bellybutton, and the angle of her hips, slightly flaring from her waist.

He managed to bite his tongue, and a little spit returned to his dry mouth.

"Goddess," he rasped, dropped the rest of the way to his knees and wrapped his arms around her thighs, resting his head against her midriff. "Never leave me, my goddess!"

Rick squeezed her tight. Her legs' curves bulged ever so slightly in his grip, and Rick felt another thing bulge mightily too. Andrea noticed it as it touched her leg.

"You're — oh the gods, you're getting hard! So hard! You — you want me, you really, really want me!"

Her hands covered her mouth, and her elbows dug into her chest. Andrea's eyes bugged.

"I — where — I had melons on my chest! I — felt them! I really — ," she stammered in confusion while she kneaded the adorable handfuls on her ribs. "And my ass — "

Rick took her surprised gasp for a command, changed his grasp and cupped her firm buttocks. She felt his fingers, the size of his hands tracing the firmness of her muscles as they contracted under his strong touch, and her confusion only grew stronger.

"It's — it's normal! But I was so fat before! Why — "

The hull of fear around her heart cracked, and all the pent-up emotions sagged lower settling into her womb, filling it with slowly bubbling desire. Her frown turned into a dreamy smile and drowned out the faint nagging voice that insisted, but it's still more than before.

"Mmmh," she purred.

Digging his fingers into her buttocks, Rick pulled at them and drew them apart. Andrea gasped as her folds were aired and the pent-up wetness of arousal seeped down her leg.

"Hnnnh—! Oh my, I'm — I'm dripping! I'm flowing over! Hurry, Rick! Plug me before I run out!"

Andrea staggered forward and widened her stance against David's arms around her thighs. He slowly tipped backwards and held on for a few seconds before he dropped on his back and dragged her down to her knees. She sat down on his midriff and felt his swollen glans as it became trapped in the onset of her buttocks. It twitched, then a warm, copious glob of pre-c*m lubed the skin of the head well enough for it to slip free and sway upright behind her back.

"So be it!" she rasped. "Your goddess needs her trusty stallion now, all the way up her flesh temple."

She dug her fingernails in his chest. Panting, Andrea wedged her tight canal open as she forced his engorged tip into her, inch by defiant inch. With her eyes closed and her face angled skyward, she finally bottomed out just as his pubes brushed against her swollen nether lips.

"Yes! Mmmhhh —"

Her rosy tongue snaked out and traced her upper lip. Salty tang sparked in her mouth.

"Gchhh," she choked but for a moment and wiped her forearm over her pouted mouth. Her lower body demanded all of her attention, but there was something wrong —

"M—aahh! — chest — my chest — b—burning," she stammered between David's thrusts. Her fingers dug into the meaty pillows. They felt hard, stuffed beyond capacity and brimming. Her n*****s itched, filled with boiling heat. She kneaded stronger, hoping for the same relief that the first time had brought.

"Haaah—!"

Her surprised gasp was cut short. Her womb, stimulated to the point of explosion, flooded all of her mind with the pent-up climax of the last four days. She didn't consciously notice the warm milk that sprayed from her reddened breasts and coated her fingers with the sweet, sticky, nurturing lubricant as their wild groping turned into purposeful milking motions.

Rick lifted his chest and brought his pouted lips closer to her eagerly pouring n*****s. Half delirious and driven by pure instinct, Andrea grabbed his head and forced his greedy, smacking mouth on her left areola. His rough lips brought relief like she never had experienced before. What she had considered the best of the best, the highest she could ever feel, was but a ceiling easily shattered by those new skyrocketing sensations. Her mind soared higher as all of her body's sluice gates burst open.

Andrea's liberated love juices spurted in thick, meandering trickles out of her crotch and soaked Rick's pubic hair before the hot liquids seeped down his balls. The moist coating spurned the pair of seed holders into frantic action. He grabbed her buttocks and held her tight as he shot his semen deep into her squelching, contracting cave.

"Yes, my dear, you are gifted," whispered a woman's voice into Andrea's ear. "So very much gifted."

Fingers traced her flanks as the female shadow circled her tightly in the darkness. Andrea felt a rough n****e brushing against her upper arm. She jerked away.

"Where am I? I — I've been here before! But why are you bringing me here? What do you want from me?"

The stranger chuckled. "In time, love. In time, all will be revealed. Right now, you don't even need to remember —"

Andrea smacked. The salty tang was gone. Under her, she felt Rick's glowing body and his racing heartbeat.

"Oh, that was so very, very good," she breathed happily. "You liked it?"

His hands grabbed her buttocks and shifted her higher. Andrea gasped as his tongue lapped against her chest and flicked against her right n****e.

"Mmmh, very much so," he purred. "Your milk, it's so sweet and fresh —"

"Wha—?!" She tried to rise, but he quickly embraced her and held her down.

"Andrea, not again. Please, promise me you won't go on about being ugly. You're not ugly!"

His lips sucked the rough n****e in.

"But — milk," she stammered. "I — I — How —"

She felt another flick of his tongue, then the lubricated tip pushed her erect n****e back into the swollen areola.

Mmmh.

She tried to focus. Her body told her otherwise.

Not the teeth — Mmmh! — All right, so maybe a little teeth — Nnngh!

Andrea made another effort to articulate her worries, but as her husband kept on suckling, it was as if those thoughts weren't worth mulling about.

"My — my milk, why — Whyyyiii! Yiiioaaah! Oh Rick, keep on — milk, can't be right — rrrr—ooaah! Oh bugger it, c—cooooaah!—comes w—iyiii!—hhh!—w—ith th' territory, I gu—guuuh!— guess —"

Her voice grew more slurred until it was all grunts, squeals and moans.

"I'm sorry for acting so weird earlier," she sighed. "I don't know what came over me."

Rick spooned up to her and caressed her flanks. Somehow, they'd made it back into the hut and into the bed as dusk fell.

"All's forgiven, darling. Besides, well, you have changed while I was away, love. You've grown more wonderful. Tell you what, if it bothers you so much, why don't you go and visit the midwife? She'll be able to put your mind to rest about those things, I reckon."

But what the sweet little woman did not know was that this was the mating call that she was feeling in her blood and her bones…she was never going to be satiated with the human male she had as her husband. Her mates were near and even though Andrea did not know this but they were going to come and look for her and they were not in the least going to like this situation when they would know that she had already mated with a human male.

There was a sense of terrible longing and ache in her heart…even though she did not know why she was feeling this there was something amiss. Rick was softly snoring beside her and was fast asleep but sleep deluded her eyes as she watched the moon and heard the waves crashing on the rocks…