Derwyn and the Mermaid

She makes him swim out into the deep part of the pool before she’ll touch him. She likes to play, the mermaid does. Derwyn’s never been a strong swimmer and she knows it. Making him come into the deep water gives her the edge. Means she can tease him, taunt him, swim rings around him. A flick of her tail is all that’s needed to put her out of his reach, to leave him grasping at nothing but water.

It’s surprisingly deep, the little wooded pool where the mermaid lives. She’s taken Derwyn down to the bottom of it before. Dragged him down while he held the biggest breath he could hold. She pinned him to the dark silt at the bed and sucked his cock while his lungs strained and his head spun… releasing him to splutter his way back to the surface only when Derwyn was sure he would either have to come or drown.

This time, however, she won’t let him touch her. She darts, fish-like through the water. Evades his clumsy human hands. Makes him feel slow and lumbering with each quick wriggle and kick of her tail.

“If you catch me,” she says, “you can fuck me. I’ll let you do that. In the shallows. You can take me into the shallows and fuck me with your big human prick.”

But Derwyn can’t catch her. He’s too slow in the water. He lunges and she’s gone already. She’s on the other side of the pool. She’s behind him, her slender arms wrapping around his chest and reaching down to graze (just graze) his cock. Rock hard. Throbbing despite the cold.

Derwyn wishes he was quick enough to lay a hand on her. Grab an ankle. Drag her back to the shallows and have what he wants from her. He remembers the silvery feel of her mouth on his cock. Her warm tongue. The breathless, underwater, almost-orgasm she gave him. He wants to know her cunt. But he can’t – not until he catches her.

Secretly, truthfully, the mermaid wants to be caught. How fine it would be to kick away from him, giggling at his slowness, and then feel a hand wrap tight around her arm. How exciting it would be to be pulled into the shallows. Further. Up onto the bank, where her gills would flex open, gasping for something that wasn’t there, where she would be the one who was powerless, slow, a plaything.

But she won’t just let him catch her. It’s a game they play, Derwyn and the mermaid. It’s one that she will lose, one day – she’s sure of that. It’s inevitable. He’s a better swimmer each and every time he comes to visit. So it’s inevitable that he will have her, one day. Inevitable. But that doesn’t mean the mermaid is willing to forfeit the game, the wait, the chase.