"Yes," the blonde replied. "We are swimming naked."
"Would you like to join us?" asked the dark-haired beauty.
Normally, Jezzy would have been shocked by the offer. But after banging a puck while soaring over a magical floating kingdom, she was finding herself a little more adventurous.
"I would actually love to, but I'm late for a costume party at the castle."
The girls smiled at each other, then looked back at Jezzy.
"We shall come with you," the dark haired girl said. "We always enjoy Pan's parties, and we can visit our sister, Syrinx. Pan keeps her there."
"Keeps her? In a dungeon?"
For some reason, Jezebel found the thought of a dungeon to be terrifically hot.
"No. He put a spell on her," the blonde answered. "Syrinx was a terrible tease, and she would dance for Pan and get him very aroused, and then leave before he climaxed."
"She was pretty mean to him," the brunette agreed. "And he warned her he would curse her if she kept it up, and she didn't listen. So he turned her into a musical flute made of reeds."
"That sounds horrible," Jezebel said.
"It depends on your definition of horrible," the blonde said. "He blows into her, using his tongue and lips to make her sing. His mouth is all over her. The musical sound she makes is her moaning and coming. And he plays her all the time."
"Mmmmmm," purred the brunette. "I don't think I could handle it. I'd go insane."
The blonde shrugged. "A taste of her own medicine. She was a cocktease, and wouldn't let Pan come. Now he makes her come constantly."
"Can the curse be broken?" Jezzy asked.
"Not until he finds someone he fancies more. Then he'll release Syrinx, and turn her back into a mermaid. So far it hasn't happened. Anyway, we should get ready for the party.
And with that, both girls dipped down into the water, and two fish tails surfaced and waved at Jezebel.
"Heavens!" Jezzy cried, when the girls breached the water at a ladder leading up the bridge. "Did you see those two fish? They were enormous! You need to be careful in that water! You might get eaten!"
The girls both giggled, their laughter like the tinkling of bells.
"Those were our tails! We're mermaids! I'm Peony," said the blonde. "This is my sister Nerah."
Jezzy's face scrunched up. "So your upper bodies are girl, and your lower bodies are fish?"
They nodded.
"But you said you shagged Prince Pan. So how exactly… um… I mean to say how can you… with no… uh… you can't spread your… you know…"
"How can we fuck him? Nerah asked.
Jezebel nodded, feeling embarrassed.
"Well, if we're in the water, we use our mouths," Peony said.
Nerah nodded. "Prince Pan loves that."
"So how do you… I mean… do you have… do you enjoy…" Jezzy's voice trailed off.
"How do we come?" Peony said.
Jezzy nodded, blushing. On cue, both mermaids began to tug and twist their nipples. Their moans began as deep, throaty rumblings, and quickly escalated into whimpers and screams. It only took a few moments for them both to quake with obvious orgasms.
"Mermaids have clits for nipples," Peony said, catching her breath.
"Also," Peony began to heave herself out of the water using the ladder, "the moon kindly offers us the magic to change our tails into legs in the night time."
As she'd explained, as she climbed the ladder, there was a brief flash of light and legs appeared.
"Legs, and a pussy," Nerah said, following her sister up the ladder. "Want to take a look at ours?"
Not wanting to be rude, Jezzy said sure. Besides, when would she ever get another chance to see a mermaid's womanhood?
Both Nerah and Peony laid down on their bridge and opened their legs, raising and holding their knees.
"Get down close," Peony said. "Don't be shy."
Jezzy knelt down, putting her face between Peony's legs. She'd never seen a woman this up close before, and it felt both embarrassing and thrilling. Peony had delicate, tiny, pink labia, delicate and perfect.
"Spread me open, Jezebel."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Please."
Jezzy reached up slowly, as if about to stick her hand into an electrical socket. When she touched Peony, the mermaid began to wiggle and moan.
But that didn't make any sense. If a mermaid had clits in her nipples, why would it feel good when she was touched down there?
Jezzy slid her finger up and down the length of Peony's slick feminitinity, and then used her fingers to lightly part—
"Oh, my," Jezzy said.
Peony had a clitoris down there as well. In fact, she had three of them, stacked on top of each other like peas in a pod. Transfixed, Jezebel began to stroke them, up and down, marveling as they stiffened under her touch.
"Do all mermaids have three clits down there?" she asked and Peony squirmed and panted.
"No. Nerah has four, the lucky bitch."
"Come and look, Jezebel," Nerah said.
Jezebel switched over to Nerah, who was holding her dark brown labia open for Jezzy to see.
"It would feel so wonderful if you ran your tongue across them," Nerah said.
Jezebel had never done anything like that. She'd messed around with a girl years ago, in college, at a Def Leppard concert after drinking too many coolers, and that had been the extent of her lesbian experience. But she couldn't deny that stroking Peony and listening to her moan had turned Jezzy on. So she lowered her face and gave Nerah a soft, lazy lick.
She tasted like salt water taffy. Delicious.
Jezzy settled in, doing what she liked men to do to her. First fast and hard, then slow and soft. Then she pulled away, forced Nerah to lift her hips to meet her mouth.
As Nerah's cries grew louder, Jezzy felt herself become so turned on she was beginning to dry hump the air. Then, suddenly, she was penetrated.
She turned, startled and groaning, and saw Peony was kneeling behind her, working her fingers in and out of Jezzy.
"You poor thing," Peony said. "Only one clitoris." She stroked Jezzy's clit with one hand as the other continued to probe deeper and deeper. "I don't see how you can manage."
"I… can… manage…" Jezzy said, squeezing her eyes closed and feeling an orgasm welling up within her.
"Please don't stop," Nerah panted.
Jezebel had become so caught up in what Peony was doing to her, she'd stopped licking Nerah. So she lowered her head again, and also worked a finger inside of Nerah as Peony was doing with her.
It was almost too much to keep track of, giving pleasure to Nerah while receiving pleasure from Peony, but when Nerah began to come it was such a turn-on that Jezzy began to come as well. And so, apparently, did Peony, who had bent down over Jezzy and was rubbing her breasts against Jezebel's feather outfit.
Their three voices mingled into a long, drawn out, musical crescendo, and when Jezzy stopped shaking she collapsed atop Nerah, exhausted.
"Maybe one clitoris is enough," Peony said. "You gushed all over me."
Jezebel blushed. "I'm… I'm sorry. I…"
Peony smiled, then licked one of her glistening fingers. "Nothing to be sorry about. You're as succulent as a love apple. Maybe I'll get a chance to taste you at Pan's party."
"I'd like that," Jezebel said. "But I must confess, I don't normally have sex with…"
"With mermaids?" said Nerah.
"With women."
Nerah laughed. "Neither do we. But sleeping with women is sometimes easier."
"There isn't all the baggage that comes with men," Peony agreed. "They're so urgent. So demanding. And the poor dears can only come a few times a day."
"Plus, many men don't appreciate women," Nerah said. "They don't understand our needs, and don't care about trying to."
"That's what I'm looking for," Jezebel said. "A man who likes me, and appreciates me."
"Well, perhaps you'll find someone at
the ball." Peony licked another finger, then stood up. "We should be going. Pan doesn't like anyone to arrive late."
Pan's Masquerade Ball
The three of them headed up the gently curved road toward the castle. Jezzy was thankful for the flat sandal type shoes she wore. She looked down at the feet of the mermaids. "Aren't your feet sore?"
"We're used to being barefoot. Our feet are tougher than yours. Besides, Pan loves bare feet," said Nerah. "He likes to suck our toes. He has a bit of a foot fetish."
"Pan has a bit of an everything fetish," Peony added.
When they arrived at the castle, the entrance was flanked by two large men, all sinewy muscle. They wore nothing but red masks over their eyes. Shimmery, sandalwood scented oil covered their bodies with a lovely sheen. Their lengthy members were engorged, and pierced with rings and studs.
"Those two are Michael and Lance. They're twin brothers," said Peony. "Hello, you two. Nice to see you again."
"Always a pleasure, Peony," said Michael, the brother to the left of the entrance. His brother smiled and nodded.
"Who is your pretty friend?" asked Michael.
"This is Jezebel," Nerah said.
"Very nice to meet you, Jezebel." Michael's eyes moved over Jezzy and he licked his lips. "I hope to get to know you inside."
"Nice to meet you, too," Jezzy said. She squirmed under his gaze, becoming aware of a warming in her nipples, and the familiar heat between her legs. A fantasy appeared, full blown, in her head, of the two brothers touching and pawing at her, one studded cock in her mouth and the other filling her up.
Maybe the Magical Kingdom of Phlegm had some sort of aphrodisiac in the air, which made Jezzy so much hornier than normal. Or maybe the love apple's effects lingered.
Or maybe, as she suspected, this was all a dream.
Lance handed a silver mask to Peony and a gold one to Nerah. There were several bottles of liquid behind him, and he chose one, pouring the fluid into his large hand.
"Lavender, my favorite," Peony said. "You know me so well, Lance."
Lance grinned, then rubbed his hands together, then using long, luxurious strokes, moved his hands over first one of Peony's legs, then the other. Her body gleamed where he rubbed her. Scented oil. Jezzy could smell the intoxicating fragrance from where she stood.
Lance took his time, and Peony's eyes closed as she sighed.
"Your hands are the loveliest in all the land," she murmured, her voice just above a whisper.
Jezebel loved a good hot oil massage, and secretly hoped she'd get the same treatment.
"May I pick an oil for you, Jezebel?" Lance asked.
"I was so hoping you would."
He chose an ornate, diamond cut bottle and poured oil onto one large palm, then rubbed his hands together, coming toward Jezzy. He slowly dropped to one knee. His face was inches from her special place, and tension pooled there, making her heart speed up and her breaths come more quickly.
Lance massaged the musky, vanilla scented oil onto one leg, bringing his hands ever higher, moving up her feather dress. He massaged her inner thigh moving closer to her pussy, while the other caressed her bottom. Lance's hands moved away, leaving Jezzy chilled from the absence of this warmth. She opened her eyes, startled that she'd closed them. She watched as he poured more oil onto his palm, shivering with anticipation as he rubbed his hands together.
Again, Jezzy closed her eyes and almost swooned when Lance's hands touched her other leg. They encircled her calves, moving sensually over them, higher and higher until they were sliding over her upper thighs. Jezzy burned with embarrassment as a trickle of her excitement dribbled down her inner thigh.
She gasped lightly as one hand slid over her swollen folds, finding her hidden jewel and feathering over it ever so softly. "Oooh."
"You smell sweet already, Jezebel You don't really need scented oil here. Would you like me to skip this spot?"
Jezzy heard similar little moans coming from beside her, but didn't know if they came from Peony or Nerah. She felt far away. "No, please. Don't stop."
Lance's hand moved away and Jezzy almost cried, feeling the loss of its heat on her most sensitive part. She was weak in the knees, dizzy with need, and her legs wobbled a little as she waited for Lance to touch her again.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Lance again began to stroke, the scented oil mingling with her own juices. Her lips had plumped as pleasure sailed through her, and her hips jutted forward involuntarily, gyrating and inviting him to enter her.
Lance slid his fingers into her slick folds, lightly swirling them over her sensitive pearl, sending electric currents of pleasure through her. "Oooh my," she moaned, swooning forward. "Oooh, yeeeessss."
Tension pooled into her sweet spot, and she felt her orgasm teetering on the edge, about to soar through her, when Lance's fingers vanished from between her legs, moving gingerly up and over her hips. She cried out in frustration.
"I'm sorry, Jezebel, but your orgasm belongs to Pan. You are a new guest, and he always gives new guests their first orgasm at the ball." Lance massaged oil over her belly, then slowly over her breasts.
Jezzy tingled all over, sexual excitement making her walls contract with need.
Lance pulled her close, crushing her breasts against his hard chest as he rubbed oil over her back. Jezzy moved her face up to his, standing on tip-toe. She brushed her lips over his. He kissed her back, long and dreamy, probing her mouth with his tongue.
"Mmmmm," she murmured.
Lance pulled again, gently pushing her back. "That is all I'm allowed to give you. My job is merely to arouse you so that you're properly prepared for the ball."
"But—but I won' tell," she sputtered. "I promise."
Lance chuckled. "Worry, not, pretty one. Your pleasure awaits you inside."
He moved aside and motioned with a sweep of his hand toward the entrance.
Reluctantly, Jezzy walked over the threshold and into the castle.
"They are delicious, aren't they?" Peony asked Jezzy. Her eyes were glazed and a soft blush covered her face, neck and the tops of her perky breasts.
"Sinfully delicious," Nerah agreed. She was sporting the same rosy glow, her eyes just as glazed as Peony's.
Jezzy was certain that she looked much the same, if not more so.
"But to bring someone so close to orgasm and then just leave them hanging is cruel," Jezzy said, feeling her bottom lip actually jutting out into a little pout.
"Perhaps we can learn Pan's curse, and turn the twins into flutes," Peony said.
"Flutes?" said Nerah. "How about trumpets. Something long and hard we can blow."
The women all shared a laugh.
As they moved further into the castle, music sounding like tribal drums and flutes floated on the air, making Jezzy feel even more aroused. She was so turned on, it was becoming uncomfortable.
"I've never felt like this before," Jezzy said. "Is there a ladies room? I think I need to—"
"To take care of yourself?" Peony asked.
Jezzy nodded, blushing.
"Pan wouldn't like that. It's his party. You can come only if he allows it."
"That's mean."
"It's called teasing, Jezebel. When someone teases you enough to bring you close to orgasm but doesn't allow you to release, the orgasm is magnificent when it actually comes," Peony said. "Just wait. You'll see."
They had come to an enormous room filled with people dancing and gyrating to the beat of the drums and the high notes of the flute. Many of the people were engaged in sexual acts. Jezzy's mouth dropped open as her gaze wandered over the naked bodies on what looked like a huge dance floor.
There were women's heads bobbing up and down or back and forth, their mouths full with erect manhood. She saw men pleasuring men that way too, and men pleasuring women, their tongues flicking over the mounds of their partners. Women also pleasured women, long, tapered fingers moving in and out of slick nether regions, the legs of their partners
spread wide. There were men thrusting behind men, men thrusting behind women, on top of women, women on top of men, plunging up and down and rotating their hips. There were cries of passion and pleasure.
But Jezzy's shocked gaze was drawn to a stage, to a figure which sat on a golden throne above the spectacle of animal passion before him. A man with a head of coppery red curls catching the light from the flames of an enormous fire in the hearth behind him.
He held an instrument to his lips, which looked like several flutes placed together, each flute shorter than the last. He looked up and caught Jezzy's stare, lowering the musical instrument. The dancing and sexual movements ceased. Everything seemed to be suspended in time as this magnificent creature regarded her with a mixture of interest and amusement.
His features looked as if they were cut from stone; strong, square jaw, high cheekbones and a noble nose. Horns curled backward on his head, almost the same color as his hair. His lips were full and sensuous, and they smiled as his narrow yellow eyes burned into hers.
Finally he stood, his fine, muscled chest gleaming in the firelight. He reached a chiseled arm toward her, beckoning to her.
Jezzy blinked, staring at his lower legs, which were covered in dark red, curly fur. His feet were cloven. "Heavens", she breathed.
"Heavenly," Peony said.
"Delicious," Nerah said.
"Who is that?" Jezzy asked, her breath having all but left her.
Both mermaids sighed and at the same time said, "Prince Pan."
Peony gave Jezzy a nudge. "What are you waiting for? He's summoning you. Go!"
"Is that a good thing?" Jezzy asked, watching as the prince held her gaze and continued to beckon her. She'd made love to a guy with wings, and gone down on a mermaid, but goat legs—that was just a little too weird.
"It's an honor," Nerah said. "Hurry, before he changes his mind."
The prince smiled at Jezzy, lowering his head and bringing the instrument toward his mouth. A slow, sensuous tune came from it, rich, gorgeous notes lifting on the air, and making Jezzy feel dizzy and lightheaded.
"He's playing the Syrinx, just for you. He likes you."
"The Syrinx?" Jezzy asked, sounding far away to herself.
"The musical instrument he is playing. Our sister. Her name was Syrinx. He is playing her for you alone."
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