Sea Nympho (Underwater Neighbours)

1. In Which She Gets Straight To the Point

His name is Antonio, or Tony for short. That (both “Tony” and “Antonio”) is what I’ve heard the other merfolk calling him. That’s another word that I hear them use a lot. I’ve always thought of them as “mermaids”, and technically, that can be use as an umbrella term for both males and females of their kind, but they seem to prefer using the word mermaid to refer to females, merman for males, and merfolk to refer to both genders. “Merpeople” is another term, but they seem to prefer merflok. Since that is what they prefer, I have decided to use that word more often, even mentally. I also notice that some of them speak Spanish, and that Tony is, at the very least, bilingual, as he switches between English and Spanish, as he converses with the other merfolk. Eventually, I got the courage to approach him. I don’t know the etiquette for approaching someone you’re interested in for merflok, or for the ones from wherever he’s from, but as my mother always says, nothing beats a try but a fail, right?

“Hello, Tony,” I say to him, not bothering to pretend that I don’t know his name. I have been shamelessly watching him for most of the afternoon, as he lays on the rock slab, arms folded under his chin, across a lane from my house. He has been eyeing me every now and again, his pretty aquamarine eyes and tan skin mesmerising, but he seemed to be more preoccupied watching and talking to the other merflok than anything else, his gills expanding in excitement on his neck every now and then.

“Hello, mi amor,” he says, as his lips smile at me. One of the interesting things about being able to talk with our minds is that we still have accents, just as how we talk when we’re out of water, in human form. His Spanish accent is sexy, just like everything else about him. “I see you’ve been paying attention to me.”

“Yes, I have,” I respond shamelessly. At this point, I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed. I just want to have him. “You’ve been looking at me, too,” I state. He grins at me.

“That I have,” he says with his thoughts, while biting his lip. I want that mouth on my c**t, that tongue in my p***y. I want to ride his face and his d**k. Luckily, I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant, because from what I know, only other sirens can impregnate me. I have never heard of a siren-merfolk hybrid. “What is your name, mi amor?”

“Megan,” I respond.

“Do you sirens ever wonder the island?” he questions, referring to the island nearby which is inhabited by humans.

“I usually go in the night, but tonight, I believe they are having a welcoming ceremony for the merflok. I can go with you tomorrow, though.” He holds my hand in his, and it feels warm, despite the cool water all around us. He strokes my palm with his middle finger, before biting his lip once more. My eyes widen at his boldness, lust coiling in my body. I want him. I want him inside me, licking me, touching me.

“I was wondering if you were going to approach me, mi amor,” he says, putting his hand on my shoulder. “They said that we can stay in some vacant housing near here,” he says to me. “But tell me something, mi amor, why are you so close to the outskirts of the kingdom?”

“Because it’s close to the island,” I tell him. “Like I said, I like going there at night,” I tell him.

“Any reason in particular?”

“I enjoy f*****g human men,” I deadpan. He throws his head back and laughs, the gills on his neck expanding, and his perfect teeth showing. I want him to bite into me, sink his teeth into my skin, with absolutely no remorse.

“Well, I assume you enjoy doing it in human form, correct?”

“Yes,” I tell him. “But I’d also like to f**k you.” There is no point in beating around the bush.

“I can tell, mi amor,” he says sexily. I wonder if the lust is that obvious in my face, but I can’t be bothered to ask. Perhaps that is why he’s being so bold with me, too. “I’ve never been one for fanfare, but it seems as if today, we don’t have much of a choice. Why don’t we meet up at the ceremony?”

“That would be nice,” I respond. “And perhaps, we could meet in the same spot, here, tomorrow night?” I request.

“Yes, sure.” I’m glad that it was this easy, that I didn’t get any resistance from him, that he made it clear that he also wants me. I have never used my siren powers to force someone to f**k me. I’ve used it to further seduce someone who has already agreed to f**k me, to impress them, but not to force them. I love looking at the expression on a man’s face as I dance for them. “When you hear the avian sirens begin to sing, that’s the time that you should be lead to the square.”

“The what?” he asks.

“The avian sirens?” It comes out sounding like a question. He must know about those, right?

“I’ve never heard of such a thing, mi amor,” he tells me.

I guess not.

“They are sirens, but instead of living in the water with us, they live on a small enchanted island, and they can fly. They fly over the waters, and sing every morning at sunrise, and every evening at sunset. The sound travels through the water, and we can hear it, because of our sensitive hearing, but the humans can’t hear it from their island. This entire area is enchanted so that wondering humans won’t find us… oh, and the avian sirens, or winged sirens, or bird sirens, can also take the form of a human.” From the look of surprise on Tony’s face, I can tell that he has never heard of this before, or at the very least, doesn’t remember it. They have several names, just as how you can use mermaids, merpeople and merfolk as umbrella terms for you guys.”

“Oh,” he says, looking completely astounded. “I thought that you guys were the only kind of sirens.”

I really don’t know much about the cultures of other humanoid water creatures, considering that I’ve lived here all my life. This is all I know. Still, even if I don’t understand the culture of other once, at the very least, I know about their existence.

“No,” I tell him. “They are beautiful, though, with silver and gold feathers. We can look at them together at sunrise if you want. I usually do so, before going to sleep, and waking in the afternoon.” My sleep cycle has been altered to accommodate me going to the human inhabited island and staying there all night, every night, among the humans. Truth be told, I often prefer their company to that of the other sirens.

“That would be wonderful, mi amor,” he tells me with his mind, while biting his lip. “Well, I really need to find the other merfolk,” he tells me. “I guess I’ll see you later, mi amor. Goodbye.”

I go back into my house, filled with excitement, and find my favourite necklace, a pearl necklace strung together by enchanted seaweed, that my mother gave me, and fastening it around my neck. Momentarily, I think about her, and I frown to myself, realising that I haven’t seen her in over a week. I really do need to visit her. I shake my head, and resume preparing myself for the presentation, and to see Tony again. If I’m going to be completely honest, it’s not just his physical attractiveness that excites me; it’s also the change from my usually monotonous life, a change that I didn’t even realise I’d like.

The rest of the afternoon seems to be dreadfully slow, dragging on forever. My friend, Gwen, is helping the council members prepare for the ceremony, and I wonder to myself if now would be a good time to visit my mother. I decide against it, because the last time I went to visit her, I was stuck in a waiting room for two hours, and I don’t want to be stuck in a waiting room while the presentation begins. I make a mental note to go and see her tomorrow. I notice the water getting darker and darker, and soon enough, I hear singing from the surface. I swim out of the house so quickly, I hit my tail on the wall beside the opening as I leave. I register a little bit of pain, but for the most part I just shake it off. I swim quickly over the houses, and reach the main square in about five minutes, as the kingdom begins to light up, colours shining everywhere. In my opinion, the kingdom is truly at it’s most beautiful at night, but I have no time to admire it, not when I’m feeling this excited. The square is still relatively empty when I arrive, but my friend, Gwen, is there.

“Meg,” she says with a smile when she sees me swimming towards her. “Any reason why you’re all dressed up?” she asks, in reference to my necklace. I only wear this particular one to the most special of events, usually opting for something a little bit less dressy. I can tell from the way that she sounds that she’s communicating so that only I can hear her.

“I found a man,” I tell her, “a merman. I have to have him.” She simply rolls her eyes at me. Even for a siren, I am very hedonistic.

“Is that all you can ever think about?” she asks me.

“No, but it is a nice change,” I respond, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice.

“Were you getting bored of the humans?” she asks me.

“No, but—”

“Mi amor,” I hear a familiar voice say, and I instantly know who it is, and that he is also speaking only to me. However, he can’t hear Gwen, and Gwen can’t hear him. I turn my head.

“Hey, Tony,” I say, so that both of them can hear me. Gwen turns her head, just now noticing him. I notice her body language change automatically when she sees him, probably noticing how beautiful he is. He could probably pass for a siren, were it not for his tail. “Tony, this is my friend, Gwen. Gwen, this is Tony.” We are some of the first people to arrive here, in the square, and I prefer it that way. from the way that Tony and Gwen are looking at each other, I assume that they are making small talk with each other, but I can’t hear them. It is probably a private conversation.

“He really is beautiful, and sexy,” I hear Gwen say to me privately.

“I know,” I respond.

I stay there, waiting on something to happen, and soon enough, the square is filled with merfolk, and sirens. It’s loud, but I feel someone take hold of my hand. I look to the right and see that it’s Tony. He smiles at me, and I smile back at him. But when I feel him rub his middle finger into my palm, I tense up. This time, being absolutely surrounded by people, in front of me, behind me, everywhere, has this feeling so much more public than it did earlier this afternoon. So much more public, and so much more arousing. He doesn’t stop; for the entire presentation, as our president and vice president welcome the merfolk, and as their council members greet us, he rubs his right middle finger against my left palm, and whispers telling me about all the things he wants to do to me, all the ways in which he wants to f**k me. I have to stay there, and listen to the politicians talk on about boring s**t while Tony tortures me. Usually, I’m the one toying with the male, not the other way around.

“I want to tie you down, so you can’t escape, and make you come until you cry,” he tells me. I’m pretty much shivering with desire at this point, ready to be f****d by him, willing to beg for it. “But you will have to wait for it, mi amor. Patience is something that you will need if you’re going to f**k me.” I’m so horny, it’s physically painful. I briefly consider asking him to ditch this presentation and come back to my house, but he would probably see that as me being impatient. He wouldn’t be wrong, either. But he seems to be the type of person who will prolong my wait the more impatient I get. I have to be smart. Maybe I can turn the tables on him, seduce him. 

Or… maybe I can be completely compliant, submissive. I’ve never tried the latter, but the thought intrigues me. Perhaps I will open a new part of my own sexuality in my compliance. Only time will tell.