Mermaid Erotica Novels & Stories

Her past life haunted and ruined her desire in the worst way. . . . More Erotica coming!!!

He stands up and steps back, admiring the sight of me spread before him. Then, without warning, he presses a vibrator against my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. He starts it on low, slowly building up the intensity, and I arch my back off the table, my fingers digging into the leather straps. “Please, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the sound of the vibrator. “Let me come.”

Even with Tritan sleeping nearby, they navigated their movements carefully to avoid causing ripples in the water, cherishing every tender touch and passionate caress. As the intimate moment unfolded, Joe and Bryan synchronized their movements, their connection with each other and their mermaid mates growing stronger with every touch. Nerissa wrapped her arms around Bryan, pulling him closer to her as she expressed her desire and encouragement. The subtle shifts and caresses between them heightened the sensations, creating an atmosphere of unity and passion.

I can hear Marina’s steady slumbering breath as clear as day – and so could any of my kind. Viviane leans down and scrubs at the ankle with the damp towels, slowly revealing a stark white brand on the outside of her leg. “Nerissa wasn’t lying.” She murmurs, her usually lyrical tones thick with emotion. “I’m a mermaid.” _______________ Viviane is watching me as if I might burst into flames at any moment. I reach for her, but she reflexively backs out of my reach. “I don’t understand.” “We use a pheromone spray.” She says, as if this clears up everything. “We didn’t pick cats, that’s just what we got.”

The shaft looked so ruddy and angry in color, proudly jutting up from my fist, except a solemn teardrop beaded from a slit at the end of the bulbous head, which gave it an almost lonely, needful quality. His rasp definitely sounded needy, too, as his hips arched from my ministrations, begging for more. Hissing air from between his teeth, he watched me from those eerie eyes as his face filled with a rosy vigor. “More,” he told me, gripping my leg through my skirt and moving his palm up my thigh, his fingers branding me with heat despite the layers of cloth between us. When he reached the junction between, I jumped. “Oh hell,” I muttered, finally realizing. “Mydera gave you an aphrodisiac.”

Your fingers trace forbidden roads, On my offered body, fragile and strange. Murmurs open like prayers, Trembling intoxication on the edge of the flesh. Shadow embraces shadow in fevered silence, Desire lights up with luminous bursts. In the deep night where our tears merge, Eroticism blooms, wild and soft. --- Chapter 1 — Confessions of a Desire Clémence

"You're a mermaid!" A teasing mermaid! After taking a look around and seeing that the beach was completely deserted, Alexis wrapped his long legs around her hips: "Well, what does a mermaid do?" She rubbed her nose gently against his. " Tease and seduce! "That's what I'm trying to do... "Seduce me?" Ethan threw back his head, laughing. " So you're doing an impressive job! I am completely seduced by you, Alexis Morgan! He ran his hands down her back, then settled in a delicious glide across her thighs.

she screamed. Silas let out a roar. He moved faster. He was a machine of muscle and bone. He was using all his strength to drive his massive length into her. He was stretching her to her absolute limit. Elara felt her bones shifting. She felt her insides being molded by his shape. The erotica was raw. It was simple. It was just a giant and a girl in a dark room. There was no talking. There was only the sound of sex. The smell of honey and sweat was thick in the air.

A soft sigh escaped her mouth. “Fuck…” she whispered. She watched Malik crouch down to work on a pipe joint. His tank top rode up, showing the deep lines of his lower back and the top of his ass. Mira dipped two fingers lower and pushed them inside her pussy. She was soaking wet. The slick sound of her fingers moving in and out was quiet but clear to her own ears. She imagined Malik climbing through her window, sweaty and strong, grabbing her soft body and bending her over the old desk in the corner. She pictured his thick, dark cock pushing into her from behind while his massive hands gripped her hips.

She squeezed her eyes shut, listening to the screams coming from the redhead, the screams which Charlotte couldn’t echo unless she wanted to draw attention to herself. When the waves had receded, Charlotte opened her eyes, amazed to see that he was still pumping. The woman was obviously on her second or third orgasm and didn’t look like she could take much more. Finally, he came. His gorgeous dark head reared back, his eyes closed, his forehead tense. Charlotte slumped forward over her desk, her hand still in her soaked underwear. She watched him pump once, twice, three times and then fall over his partner in crime. While she pushed her skirt back down her legs, she