Siren Song Ch. 07

Barbara moved her hands and pushed with her feet, and she sensed the swaying and the change in momentum that wandered through her soft flesh as pull and torque along her ribs translated into a slow rolling of her twin spheres. She delighted in the motion that seemed to come naturally to her, and the inertia of the pair of globes lent grace and dignity to the slow dance of her human body orbiting the planets of milk in this weightless world. No more sag, no fear of tearing apart as the tons and tons of tit-flesh threatened to burst due to pancaking under their unfathomable weight.

Freedom.

Barbara squeezed her hands into the orbs, and her groin filled with new arousal as her breasts undulated with a long wave that ran along her skin. She panted, drawing not air but water. Everything here was more, and especially more intense. Another squeeze took the edge off her arousal as a quick orgasm helped her to wrestle a modicum of control over her mind away from her crotch.

"Buargl egl geeerg oog guoarrgl!"

"What?" frowned the queen, who had watched Barbara's first attempts with an amused grin. She swam closer and tamed a few of Barbara's unruly curls.

Barbara gesticulated, and much to her surprise, the queen seemed to pick up her intention pretty quickly.

"Of course. The pleasure will be all mine, your Feedness," she smirked. "You, and you." Her pointing finger ordered closer two of the honor guard. "Left nipple, right nipple. On my command."

"Glaaarg?!"

"Pull!"

Hands spread Barbara's free-floating spheres apart. The queen struggled into the cleavage until she stuck breasts-to-chestbone vis-a-vis Barbara. The guardians let go, and the enormous globes slowly moved back, trapping the queen's upper body inside the yards of cleavage.

"Ah, what a nice and cozy wrapper," smiled the queen and embraced Barbara. "Now show me what your legs are good for, your Feedness."

The young woman straddled the monarch's thick tail. A few strong strokes of it took care of steadying Barbara's body, then the queen started swaying her appendage determinedly. Barbara held on to her, and driven by the borrowed tail she slowly rose towards the waves like a whale of a tadpole.

"Now back to the air," smiled the queen. "Just inhale and keep breathing, it'll all be second nature in no time."

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Barbara's legs trembled around the round hips of the queen. She held her knees pulled up and her calves crosses at the onset of the plump buttocks. Her labia's wetness rivaled the thin layer of slime on the queen's tail. A single cough after the first new breath of air sent the water gushing from the gills in her flanks, then she panted in ferocious heat.

"The gods, I'm horny again! Just holding you, it made me feel — and now —" Barbara's voice failed, she closed her eyes. Her lips curled from clenched teeth. Her arms pulled the queen closer, flattening those amazingly firm spherical breasts against her chest and pushing the hard nipples into her flesh. Her hip bucked involuntarily.

Burning up. Burning up with horniness. Why isn't the ocean boiling from the heat between my legs? Gods, all the water in the world couldn't cool these embers.

"Don't you worry, the swinging motion against the crotch does that sometimes. And then there's our slime that you've just now had rubbed into your nice plump nether lips. I've been told its a very, very powerful afro—dezee—something." The queen gently poked her forefinger against Barbara's nose. "Means it'll make you naughty," she added with a wink and a twitch of the corner of her mouth. "You'll always have a hand or a tongue or a thick thrusting tail at your service to take care of these pesky feelings, expertly and thoroughly. And your husband's marvelous cock, should you so desire, of course." The queen licked her lips and hesitated for a moment, then clapped her hands and raised her right arm.

"Guards! Salute!"

Around each of Barbara's breasts, the water foamed up. Two groups of twenty or more of the mermaids somersaulted from the sea in an amazing display of synchronized swimming. As they dove back into the ocean, the whiplash of their tails spattered warm water over Barbara's milk-white skin. Seconds later, dozens of hands were busy kneading and rubbing the milk mountains, sending waves of contraction through the bloated ducts and stimulating the eager glands to the best of their abilities.

"Haaah—!" Barbara gasped for air, her eyes wide with surprise, and as she continued her stammering, she slowly lowered her eyelids as the delights of the many touches demanded more of her attention than the cerulean blue of the sky above her. "I — I didn't think that — eeee! — What are they do — iiiing?! Ooh. Oh. Oh, that's good. How do they — Gods, that's good. Oh my gods. Oh. My. Gods! Yes! Keep — oh my — Haaahh! — Full. Oh so full. Can't keep it in. Coming out —!" Quivering reluctantly at first, her nipples' valves opened wider and wider. The water around her teats warmed as the gallons of milk escaping the pressurized containers turned it into two rapidly expanding white clouds shrouding the throbbing areola.

"Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes," she panted, clinging to the queen to steady herself. "Gods, hold me, I'm — I'm — maaaaaah!"

When Barbara's eyes finally focused again, the motherly face of the queen was inches from her own. Barbara noticed for the first time the faint scale-like texture and the somewhat shell-shaped earlobes as the voluptuous mermaid held her tight, brushing a few strands from Barbara's forehead and nodding approvingly.

"Yes, revel in those feelings. Make them your own. Become them! And now, love, on to the next and final step." The queen turned and twisted between Barbara's bulging breasts.

"Gods!" gasped the young woman, and her face filled again with the signs of another ravishing climax as the queen's snake-like body slowly squirmed out of the flesh valley, aided by the copious lubricant of her fish half. She slithered across the bulbous shapes, through Barbara's legs and up the back until she was by the girl's shoulders. Her hand, clenched into a tight fist, squeezed through between Barbara's arm and the barely yielding orb of her breast. In front of Barbara's mouth, the queen opened her fingers. A silvery pearl rested on her palm.

"Swallow it," breathed the queen into Barbara's ear. Her other hand, warm and slippery, slowly went up and down Barbara's other arm.

"But — the kiss — are we not done yet? Am I not already —"

"Ah, the kiss, the ring. They endowed you with breathing above and below," smiled the queen. "Now this here, this is about you becoming what you truly are destined for. Swallow it." Her tail rolled around Barbara's thighs. She thrust herself higher onto the expanse of breasts and let go of Barbara's arm. Still offering the silvery morsel, she sucked her free hand's ring finger to the hilt into her mouth. Baring her teeth, the queen bit down gently on the ring and drew it slowly from her digit. The sparkling on her lips faded. She spat the enchanted band playfully in her witch's general direction, and Anosthea fumbled to snatch it from the air with just the slightest signs of being mortified by her superior's lecherous demeanor.

Barbara looked at the pearl and frowned. When she cast a questioning look at Anosthea, the girlish witch grinned and nodded encouragingly, motioning her on. Barbara licked her dry lips, plucked the shiny sphere from the queen's fingers and drew it into her mouth. It tasted salty. She gulped and felt it travel down her gullet.

"And now? — Uunnnh!"

Anosthea mutely raised her eyebrows, glanced at the queen, turned about and dove head first into the waves. Her tail whipped frantically as she disappeared into the inky depths.

"Mnnnngh — Why is she running?"

Warmth welled in Barbara's belly and spread quickly through her limbs and into the already vast expanse of her chest. Panting rapidly, she began to shake all over.

"Why is she running?! Tell me what'll happen now!"

The queen let go, slipped across Barbara's throbbing breast and into the water. She smiled at the nervous young woman, and a glint of hunger sparkled in her eyes as she slowly backed away, keeping her eyes on the trembling body in front of her.

"Now," the mermaid sighed happily, canted her head and extended her arms wide to Barbara, "— now you'll grow real breasts!"

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Thus ends the Siren Song, but there still are tales of the mermaids of David's bay waiting to be told.

Stay somewhat tuned, for there will be an epilogue some day, and another darker story about a woman who won't escape her just deserts ...