Her Grip

I used a quick-catch net and soon had three different kinds of fish to take back to her. I rushed back to the cave and stood outside it a moment. Waiting.

Is she escaping?

Has she changed? But it was very quiet a long time. Until I heard the abrupt slap of her tale against the stone again.

Still a mermaid. I ducked at the entrance and made my way far enough into the cave that I could just make out her outline against one wall.

"I brought you a meal and stuff for a fire. I'll get one going."

I untied her hands when she nodded, agreeing she'd not speak. She ate quickly. Eyeing me warily.

When she'd finished, I immediately put the gag back and tied her back to the heavy boulder. She tossed her head and objected wildly.

Her tail slapping the stone loudly in agitation.

Clearly annoyed with me.

After a time, I leaned against the wall watching her. Waiting to see if she changed. At some point the warmth of the small fire must've gotten to me because I found I'd dozed off.

I heard scraping along the stone which woke me, and I saw Ari managing to free herself from the bindings.

She leapt onto two feet and sprinted toward the cave entrance, pausing at the turns as she was unsure which way to go.

She's got feet now. It must've happened while I rested.

It didn't take me long to catch up to her.

I wrapped my arms around that tiny waist and lifted her off her feet.

She squawked and I quickly fought to put the binding back between her teeth while she kicked wildly and hammered small fists against my forearm.

But she was so tiny it seemed like the struggles of a fruit fly.

"Come back here, Pretty. I'm nowhere near done with you yet." I hauled her, somewhat annoyed, back into the cave. Frustrated that I'd nearly missed my opportunity.

That won't happen again. I tore what was left of my shirt to make several bindings. Pinning the knots of the first one under a huge boulder then dragging her down to tie her ankle and pin those knots under another boulder and finally the same for her other ankle. Until she was nearly completely immobilized on the sandy floor.

She still twisted and dragged her knees along the sandy floor as she attempt to fight the restraints.

I stood between her ankles to admire her body. She looks like a goddess.

Her hair had fully dried and was wild, red waves splayed all over the cove floor. Nearly mimicking the deeper shades of the dancing flames. The orange glow tossed over her pearly white skin. Making it nearly glitter.

There was a pile of gold scales where she'd been pinned before.

She'd shed them. Now the only gold was a small nest of glinting hair atop the crux of her thighs. And her nipples still glittered gold. The tiny numbs shimmering under a sheen of it.

Making resisting tasting it seem nearly impossible.

And her legs...Those legs...

They were as perfect as the rest of her. The thighs were plump and soft. Looking juicy to the touch. Narrowing flawlessly to the elegant sway of her knees and calves to slim ankles and delicate feet.

Kneeling between her ankles, I scooped the outside of them and lightly trailed my fingers up the outside of them. Testing their form and the firmness of her glinting skin.

I had to slide between her knees to reach her hips, following the curve to her tiny waist before trailing the lines of her pelvis back down to her center. As much as I wanted to touch her there, I sensed it'd be too soon. I splayed my fingers on the inside of her thighs and spread them apart. Looking up to her face, I saw her huge blue eyes round in shock.

Her gold tipped breasts were heaving as she breathed heavily.

Afraid or excited? I wanted it to be the latter.

I moved back to her feet. Standing I saw the way her gaze roved over my bare torso. The entirety of my shirt was what kept her tied down and gagged so my sun-browned skin was available to her gaze. She stared openly at the muscles of my chest moving as I touched her. And the skin bunching over my rippled abdomen.

She likes the way I look. I realized she'd stopped struggling. Wanting to offer her more I slowly unlaced my breeches and skid it down my thighs. Carefully guiding my cock from my pants.

Her eyes became a bit wary.

Scared of the unknown. I registered there was no way that she was the wild seductress the other mermaid had claimed. She might be a seductress of the first kind, but she knew nothing of the ways between a man and woman. And feared the size of a heavy cock.

She's innocent. I felt a moment of guilt but knew I was too aroused now to stop.

And she was curious enough her gaze was still roving hungrily over my body.

I finished shucking my pants and tossed them aside to stand before her. Letting her look her fill.

She jerked her head at me as if asking me to come closer.

Brow furrowing, I obediently walked over. When I straddled her hips, I looked down at her and saw her flexing the fingers of one hand.

Watching her in suspicion, I undid a few of the knots in that bit of cloth, freeing her hand several feet.

She shocked me when she lurched to a sitting position and caught my cock in her fist.