Through Hearts And Waters

The Queen of Poisons

"Why are we talking about this, my lord?" Soleil inquired.

"Ah, my good friend, Lord Poseidon, is stressed about this undead being that had been roaming around the island just east from here. This ghost is scaring away sailors and fishermen, causing the god to receive a lot of pleads and prayers regarding this." King Triton explained.

What kind of king addresses a god as his friend only? Why is he not blasted into pieces yet?

Soleil just nodded, waiting for more.

"So I need something, or someone, to convince this ghost to go away. To be clear, I want someone with charming bravery."

Soleil widened her eyes once again, catching up with the idea. He wants her to venture the surface?

"Are you up for it, Lady Soleil?" King Triton challenged, leaning.

Soleil is fazed. Yes, she wants the mission of course. To be near the surface, to feel the raw gust of air, to feel her skin go dry with the soft glow of sunlight. But what if humans will see her? What if this ghost is inconvincible, or even dangerous?

"To convince you more, I shall add a condition." King Triton said, breaking her train of thoughts. "If you complete the mission in a span of seven days, I shall stop pursuing for your hand." King Triton declared seriously, leaning back to his chair.

That snapped Soleil's worries.

"I guess I shall take this quest, my lord." Soleil affirmed.

King Triton laughed in delight and amusement.

"Are you really that bent to get rid of me? I'm hurt." King Triton kid, pausing to take a sip on his goblet. "You shall travel to this island every night, then retreat when the sun is rising. Tomorrow, at dusk, is when you will start. Is that clear?"

Soleil just smiled. King Triton signalled the servers to pour her goblet a drink.

Soleil wondered as the server poured into her goblet. She then just shrugged. It was purplish red. Probably some royal juice or something.

"To Lady Soleil's bravery. May you succeed this quest." King Triton toasted.

"I hope this plan works." He mumbled as he took a sip.

Soleil raised then emptied her goblet.

It was surprisingly bittersweet.

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“Soleil!”

The beautiful mermaid stopped her trail as her friend called her out.

It was the first dusk where she will carry out the king’s favour. 

She is afraid of course, but at the same time, her nerves are spiked with so much excitement and adrenaline that she can’t wait to meet the moon from the surface and bask on its soft beams that fall gently onto the earth.

“Aria, for the hundredth time, I’m going be fine!” Soleil said, trying to appease her worrying friend.

“I can’t help it, okay? I’m not going to be there with you! What if something happens? What if humans catch you? I’m not going to be there for you and it kills me! Why does the king allowed you to do this foolish quest alone?” Aria said, as her eyes threatens to spill tears.

“Don’t worry too much, Aria. I’ll be back after the sun rises! I promise you that.” Soleil reassures her friend, placing her hands on her shoulder.

“You better be.” Aria sniffled, pulling her into a hug. “I don’t know what I would do if I were to lose you. I can’t afford to lose you.” She added, choking sobs as she buries her face on the mermaid’s neck.

“I’ll be back, okay?” Soleil patted her back, then pulled out of the hug. “Just don’t miss me too much.” She added playfully.

Aria lovingly smiled despite of the feeling of uneasiness inside her.

“Take care for me, okay? Swim back as fast as you can if you sense any danger near you. I’ll always be waiting for you.” Aria said as she clasped her hands with the most beautiful mermaid in the ocean.

“I will. Thank you, Aria.” Soleil caressed her face before she swam away, swimming towards the start of her conquest.

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Aria watched as the mermaid swims eastward, training her eyes as Soleil’s figure fades into the blurry ocean. 

Soleil’s touch still burns her skin despite of the coldness of the ocean. Aria traced her cheeks as she longs for the mermaid already.

Sighing, Aria began to swim, her destination already set in her mind.

As she arrived at a lonesome cave in the middle of an anemone patch, Aria saw a mermaid waiting by the entrance, leaning against the wall.

“Let me guess, you have foreseen me coming today?” Aria cheekily asked as she was nearing.

“Ah, I see I am not the only one with the gift of magical clairvoyance.” The mermaid mused, playing along with the white-tailed.

“So are you going to let me in or not, Lady Zahara?”

“Oh stop with the cheekiness, Aria. And I told you to just call me Zahara.” The mermaid waved off in playful annoyance as she enters her abode.

“But everybody calls you Lady Zahara! Why just Zahara for me?” Aria asked with a pout on her lips, following the enchantress inside.

“Because you’re that special, my precious gale.” Zahara endearingly said despite the serious look on her fierce face.

Lady Zahara; The Queen of Enchantments, Whisperer of Prophecies, or Bearer of Poisons as the merpeople of Mediterranean would like to call her. She is a powerful sea sorceress revered and feared by many, and even King Triton respects her abilities. Her red tail expresses her power, at the same time draws attention of everyone she passes by. The color of her wavy hair will remind you of the purest sandbars, khaki and soft. Her regal face tells you to never cross her, or you will perish terribly.

“Why are you alone tonight, my coral? Where’s your friend?” Zahara asked as she goes through her inventory of potions lining up on the reliefs of the walls. She is not used to not seeing the orange-tailed mermaid with the one that she is with now.

“I can’t really tell you, Lady Zahara. It’s supposed to be a secret.” Aria answered as she also examines the rack of potions she already saw for millions of times.

“Oh, keeping secrets from me now? You know I’ll always find out whatever it is eventually.” The sorceress smirked, side-glancing Aria.

“The king forbids it.” Aria said in distaste, her hatred towards the king is no stranger to Zahara.

“King Triton? Did Soleil finally give in to him?” Zahara’s full attention trained to the white-tailed.

“She would never.” Aria said whilst clicking her tongue.

Zahara stopped whatever she is doing.

“You know your affections for Soleil is a hopeless case, Aria.” Zahara quietly chimed, staring softly at the mermaid’s figure. Her chest seared in pain, partly hurting for Aria, and partly because of jealousy.

“I’m not here for love advices, Lady Zahara.” Aria said in annoyance.

“Then why are you here-”

“Oh? Where’s that red potion that was supposed to be here?” Aria questioned as she pointed an empty spot in the rack.

Zahara approached the mermaid from behind, peering from her shoulder.

“Ah, a servant of Lord Poseidon came by a few days ago, saying that the god requires it.”

“Oh. What does that potion do?” Aria asked in pure curiosity.

“If you’re keeping secrets from me, might as well I can keep mine too.” Zahara said friskily as she slid her arms around the mermaid’s waist.

Aria froze on her spot. She is very well aware of the sorceress’s liking towards her, yet every time she advances, Aria finds herself unable to move.

“Lady Za-”

“And how many times do I have to tell you to just call me Zahara?” The sorceress whispered lowly as she nuzzles her nose on the mermaid’s exposed neck. She slowly wrapped her red tail around the other mermaid, her hidden intimate part grinds unintentionally against the backside of the white-tailed.

Aria inhaled sharply, her head c*****g to the opposite side unconsciously. Suddenly, the air became hotter, her breath came out in a ragged pattern as Zahara peppered her collarbones with gentle kisses.

“Zahara, stop-”

“I rarely have you all to myself, Aria. I don’t think I can stop anytime soon.” Zahara coos, her hands started to wander on the mermaid’s body. Aria gasped as the sorceress slipped her hands inside her garment, softly caressing her breasts. Squeezing the mounds as gently as she could, Zahara began to litter marks on Aria’s neck.

Aria felt so trapped, yet she doesn’t want to be freed. Her vision blurred, her head clouded in pleasure. The back of her mind says that it is foolish to continue such deed, but her body screams otherwise. The way Zahara touches her makes her feel thousands of things at the same time, it feels too much but the strange part is, she doesn’t want to miss a single sensation.

Aria’s soft whimpers are music to Zahara’s ears. It fuelled her desire, grinding against the mermaid tenderly. Aria doesn’t know the things she does to the sorceress, driving her mad and desperate day and night. Having this confidential moment with her surpassed Zahara’s fantasies a hundred fold.

“You have no idea how much I imagined you coming undone. You have no idea how much I longed to hear my name roll off your tongue, in need of my touch.” Zahara moaned in unison with Aria, movements eager and lustful.

“Then give it to me, Zahara. Melt me under you touch. Make me scream until I no longer recognize your name.” Aria whispered in urgency as she shakily grabbed Zahara’s right hand and shamelessly guided it towards her cunt, hidden behind a layer of white scales.

The sorceress complied with delight. She parted Aria’s v****a with her dainty hands and proceeds to stroke it teasingly. She felt hot yet welcoming, much more to what Zahara had imagined. Aria’s moans amplified, and it was more than enough reason to plunge her fingers inside the mermaid’s warmth.

Aria cried softly, eyes clenched close and body shuddering in pleasure. Her hand never left Zahara’s, in fact she clutched it tightly as her hips meet each thrust the sorceress gives her. She took a hold of the racks in front of her with her free hand for support, knuckles almost turning as the same color of her tail. Zahara continued to grind on her, the sorceress adding momentum in each of their movements. Zahara then curled her fingers inside, hitting a certain spot which rendered Aria weaker.

Aria repeatedly moaned her name every time she drives her fingers harder and harder, and the red-tailed can’t also help but whimper sweet yet dirty things to the mermaid’s ears.  Zahara loved how high Aria’s voice when she whimpers, how her moans races against her libido, how she managed to catch her breath only to be taken away the next second, and how these sensual sounds fill the void that is her home.

“Z-zahara, I think I’m close…” Aria whined, hinting lewdness and haste in her voice.

“I am too, love.” Zahara groaned.

Her other hand cupped Aria’s chin, turning her head to place a slow and chaste kiss on her lips. Their breaths and moans fused into one as they parted, chasing their s****l tides higher, faster, until Zahara cried out a breathy whimper, followed by Aria’s high pitched moan of her name as they both reached the edge.

Aria let go of the rack that she was holding on for dear life, only to collapse into Zahara’s lean arms.

“Aria! Are you alright?” Zahara asked, concern written all over her face.

“I am… Just a little tired…” Aria muttered, her eyelids already fluttering into a close.

“Hush and sleep, my sweet gale.” Zahara said with tenderness, carrying the immobile mermaid to her bedroom for her to rest.

“Please wake me up before the sun rises.” Aria mumbled as she lost consciousness.

“No promises, love.”