Man, woman, and undine
I was no longer interested in games. My friends called me to frolic by the old frigate, to play with the shiny trinkets spilled from the decayed chests. Dolphins offered rides to the coral atoll. But I couldn't get the man out of my head. What was he doing there, on the shore, where two elements merge? Ours, alive, light, so varied, sometimes freezing and supporting you in weightlessness, sometimes elastic, sliding along the body in delightful streams, and theirs, boring, pressing you to the bottom, which they call "land."
Then I got carried away chasing fish that radiated fear mixed with playfulness, and ended up in shallow water. I didn't even need
to surface to gulp air, it was enough just to lift my head above the ocean's surface. That's when I noticed the man, a male. We don't have males. When the time comes, our body itself finds a way to conceive, and the offspring is born not as helpless as in humans. But I became terribly curious. My mentor always told me to stay away from people, that their women, in many ways similar to us, are almost safe. But males... They all want only one thing... But what that "only one thing" was, I never managed to get from my mentor. Also, they say males are very dangerous. Whether that was true, I didn't know, because until this moment, the canons drilled into me with my mother's milk said to steer clear of people. But...Such an incredible aroma of emotions was coming from the man! We love to have fun, because it's so good in a circle of laughing undines! We bathe in positive emotions, and we can't stand the smell of fear and displeasure. That's why we don't save people who, for some reason, sink their boats or try to fight sharks without knowing how to strike them mentally. Such a terrifying stench of horror comes from them! Why do they invade our element, they should walk on their "land"! Or, for example, people gathering together on long strips of beaches! The hum of their emotions, even if good, we hear from several kilometers away, and up close it sounds to us like a deafening roar. And we don't understand how they endure such crowds, how they don't go crazy from such a concentration of others' feelings.
From the man, however, emanated something hitherto unknown and fascinating to me. Behind his back was a human dwelling with disgustingly straight lines and many surfaces glittering in the sun. Similar shiny surfaces exist in small pools of coral reefs, but how do people make them stay vertical? In this place, a strip of beach, squeezed on the sides by rocks, led from the rigidly upward-pointing single algae with a top resembling an unseen sea star to the sea. It was quiet and cozy here... In the water, I mean.
The man settled on one of the rocks, very close to the water, and was doing something between the pair of tails they call "legs." Everything people do is silly and stupid. Especially hilarious is how they swim, awkwardly and ridiculously. Usually, if one of the undines notices a lone person swimming in the water, they call the others. Everyone who hears the call gathers, because it's so fun to laugh at their clumsy movements.
What the man was doing wasn't funny, and I would have swum away, forgetting about him in a couple of minutes, if not for his emotions. They were mesmerizing and unlike anything I had heard before. There was a mixture of aggression, aching sweet dreams, sensual pleasure, and the satisfaction of a very strange hunger. I don't know why, but my nipples immediately hardened, and my breasts instantly filled, as if caressed by flowing water when I pierced it with my body at high speed, enjoying the weightless flight through the transparent element. Something similar also happened when we, sunbathing, started fooling around and caressing another undine's body with our tongues and lips. Of course, it's nothing compared to flying through the water, so such caresses usually ended in friendly scuffles. Something similar was sensed from the man, only intensified to such an extent that my heart fluttered excitedly, and I, unable to fight curiosity and the scent of feelings, climbed onto the rock on the other side and, laying my tail so I could slide into the water at any moment, cautiously peeked over the ridge.
Up close, the man's feelings were even sharper, and my breasts began to rise excitedly, gulping air as often as rarely happens with undines. But even stranger was the man's activity. He was completely naked, and between his "legs" rose a strange object. "What a beautiful thing!" I thought. All entwined with veins, striving upward with some incredible power, it was crowned with a large, burgundy head resembling a smooth shell. From somewhere deep in memory, a name surfaced. "Cock," that's what this thing, which struck my imagination, seemed to be called. Previously, I was little interested in information about people that my mentor tried to convey to me, but now I watched with wide eyes the manipulations the man performed with his organ. His hand, clenched in a fist, slid along the shaft, sometimes pulling the skin up, completely covering the head, sometimes pulling it down so that it swelled to incredible sizes, and a silvery droplet appeared from the tiny hole. I suddenly wanted so badly to lick that droplet with my quick tongue, and then, with a sinking heart, press my full lips to that head, surely radiating heat...
The cock in the man's hand jerked, moved vigorously, proudly rising above the growth of coarse hair, and below it, in time, two tight balls, full and which I also wanted to kiss, roll in my mouth, and lick with my tongue, shuddered excitedly.
And then the man exploded with delight and pleasure that none of the undines had experienced, neither diving from cliffs, nor racing with dolphins, nor chasing a bothersome frightened shark...
With eyes wide open in surprise, I watched as a whitish liquid gushed like a fountain from the small hole, sprinkling the rock, and for some reason at that moment, almost moaning, I rubbed against the hard, rough stone with my full breasts, grabbed the air with my open mouth like a fish pulled out onto the sun for fun next to sunbathing undines. What's happening to me? What feelings am I experiencing? How can one react to human emotions like this, as if you're being torn apart from the inside and just can't be torn in two?
The man suddenly raised his head, and our eyes met!
"Who are you?" — he was clearly frightened, but not for his life, but out of awkwardness, like an undine caught in ecstasy from the touch of sea anemone tentacles.
I quickly dove and rushed away, striving to calm my body heated by the sun, but after a few kilometers I realized that the coolness of the water didn't bring the usual relief. Something was seething inside me and demanded release, but like a plugged underwater volcano, it brought only torment and despair. I'll die, came the understanding, if this volcano erupts with lava that destroys all living things, and I'll die if this something doesn't find an outlet. Worse, I completely forgot the first rule of undines — to make people forget about the encounter, if somehow it happened that I couldn't divert their eyes initially.
And I forgot about games and laughter, and the next day I swam again to that tiny cove where the human dwelling nestled under the absurd algae. I wanted to hear the man's emotions again and feared it, afraid that the feelings that had calmed during the day would again tear at my soul and, strangely, my body.
This time, I approached the strip of beach at night, not wanting the man to see me, after all, diverting eyes is not easy work, requiring much mental strength. But everything went wrong. As soon as my breasts touched the sand, and my tail swayed helplessly on the gentle surf, I heard the voices of two people. We were taught human languages, I don't know why, they are so boring and dead, although as my mentor claimed, learning them is very useful for brain training. However, as I discovered, with the emotions emitted by people, quite perceptible in the night salty air, human speech becomes not uninteresting.
I didn't see the people, they were hidden behind a strange water surface, installed vertically and now somehow glowing. The electric and magnetic fields filling the human house, similar to those we use to navigate in the ocean but much more saturated, were a slight hindrance.
One voice belonged to the man, the second, apparently, to a woman. I decided so because it was more like the sounds we sometimes make — during fun or an exciting chase after each other. Why don't people just want to transmit their emotions, desires, and images directly? It was incomprehensible, but I was already beyond pondering human stupidity.
"Were you waiting for me?" — the woman transmitted sadness, fear for some trinkets like those we played with at the sunken frigate, "clothes," which people for some reason wrap themselves in, and also for a strange sparkling structure on four black round objects... And also in her was felt what had been tormenting me for more than a day. Surely her nipples were tense, her breasts filled, and her tail impatiently... Though, what tail?... Despite the interference, I felt her incomprehensible excitement quite accurately, just like the man's feelings, similar to earlier. My breasts instinctively moved over the sand under a thin layer of living water, and my nipples were suddenly pierced by such a sweet, aching pain that you sometimes don't feel even from an electric ray's strike, at any rate, there's little pleasure in an electric discharge, but here I simply melted with pleasure. Never had the tongues and lips of my undine friends brought so much joy to my hardened bumps.
"I don't know," said the man, who felt, along with excitement, bitterness and fear of something inevitable. "You see, just yesterday I thought our relationship had reached a dead end. I was masturbating on the beach, and suddenly felt such excitement as I had never experienced with you, or with any other woman. I even imagined a mermaid... after..."
"You were masturbating?" — to the woman's fear of parting with, for some reason, precious objects and apprehension of losing a good "male" ("What could that mean?" I wondered) was mixed contempt, similar to what undines feel towards a friend who alone devoured shark egg capsules.
"Wait, don't interrupt!" — the man felt annoyance. "When you arrived, I also didn't feel any special feelings for you, no more than for any well-groomed, beautiful kitty, of which there are plenty on the mainland. But now I want you as a testosterone-pumped breeding bull wants his cow."
"You'll answer for the cow!" — the woman's mood sharply improved, and I was simultaneously overwhelmed by a wave of their emotions.
There was a tearing sound of fabric, apparently they were tearing each other's clothes, which the woman loved so much, and then came a feeling of possession and fullness, some animal ecstasy and tender fury...
When, at the peak of these emotions, everything ended, I realized I was rolling and writhing in the sand, my mouth agape, and my heart racing like mad. I turned onto my back and, arching on the shore, dug my nails into my nipples, which demanded something both hard and gentle at the same time, then squeezed my breasts, filled with aching elasticity, compressed them in my fingers, and then again took to my nipples, pulling them towards the starry sky so that it seemed they would burst from tension... But it was all useless, I didn't get that frenzied release and delight that the people had just shared, left with unquenched passion and pain.
"I'll go take a dip in the ocean," said the man, immensely happy, slightly tired, and pleased with the whole world.
I had to dive quickly, because I didn't want to be caught with my nipples extended, arched on the sand, and thrashing my tail in the water where it licked the coastal sand... At that moment, I completely forgot about the magic I possess...
But the next day, as soon as the sun set beyond the edge of my element, I was again creeping in the water, holding onto the rock with my hand. The man wasn't there, and I so hoped he would again amuse himself with his thing! But behind the dwelling, I heard barely distinguishable voices and extinguished, boring emotions.
"When will you be back?"
"I think tomorrow or the day after."
"Well, bye for now..."
"Bye..."
"Cap," — the man wanted to seem cheerful, but he was possessed by boredom and indifference, — "will you deliver Kristy? Just make sure she's safe and sound."
"Everything will be fine, how could one not deliver such a candy? And the way is safe even at night — there's the mainland, glowing with lights," — both the voice and the emotions of the third person were completely dull and uninteresting. And resembled the feelings of a fish that just wants to fill its belly and hide from larger predators.
The motor of the human smelly boat rattled, and the man headed into the house, to come out to the sea a minute later.
I don't know what gave me away: either my heaving breasts or the careless splash of my dancing tail... But the man stopped, peering into the dark water where my head was bobbing.
"Who's there? Is that you?"
I got a little worried: how could he know me? And he was looking straight, as if he knew where I was drifting, but judging by my mentor's lessons, people see very poorly in the dark, and they can never detect us if we don't want it ourselves.
"Who are you? That girl who was spying on me two days ago?"
Paying no attention to the words, I swam closer — to satisfy my curiosity, whether that thing I saw the day before was as good. Despite the interfering light beating from the surfaces that earlier resembled vertical water, I managed to see that the cock was now quite small and hung dejectedly on the fuzzy balls. And the man wasn't transmitting any special emotions. I snorted discontentedly.
"I knew you were here! I feel your presence!"
Oops, seems I'm caught! However, we were taught that appearing before a single person — there's nothing terrible in that, the main thing is that he has nothing in his hands, and you are in your element and don't forget the rules of mental trimming of human memory.
"You're funny," I smiled, carefully, as if in a lesson, pronouncing the words of one of the human languages.
"Oh! Oooo!... I see you!" — the man was very happy, and in his emotions appeared those delightful notes that drove me crazy. "Who are you? What's your name?"
"I am Vitoria," I sang, trying to find analogues of sounds in human speech to resemble my name.
"And my name is Marzio... Listen, last time I saw you had a strange fin construction."
"Fin? Fins are on seals, but I have a tail," I laughed and struck with my tail, generously splashing Marzio.
"That's what I thought!" — the man also laughed, trying to playfully shake the water off his body. "So, you're a mermaid?"
"Yes, a mermaid... But we call ourselves..." — I sang our self-name, and then tried to reproduce it with the sounds of foreign speech, — "undine, in your terms."
"Swim closer, I want to look at you," — in the man, a mixture of his previous feelings was born, which he now projected directly onto me, fixing his gaze slightly below the collarbones, where my breasts began to fill again and my nipples hardened.
"Well, no! My mentor says you people are dangerous, especially in your element."
"Am I scary?"
I examined the man's figure, which could now be seen in all its glory, as the light behind his back interfered less. He was attractive. Broad shoulders, clearly rolling muscles under smooth tanned skin, a face, if not beautiful by our standards, but distinguished by character and will. And beautiful legs. Not a tail, of course, but it was pleasant to look at them and feel with what firmness and stability they tread the "land." And the attractive even now cock... Though, had it gotten bigger? Or did it just seem so from the overstrain of feelings in recent days?
"Can I swim with you then?"
"Can I forbid it? The ocean is common. But only I swim, and you will flounder!" — I laughed again, remembering how funny people "swim."
Marzio ran and clumsily plopped into the water. If on shore his movements could still be considered somewhat graceful and even full