TicklishLurker
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(And before anyone says anything - I went with the Hans Christan Anderson version, not the Disney.)
Six years is a long time to live in constant silence and pain. Six years in which to regret a choice and realize that she had given up her home and family for a crush and a hopeless dream.
It had been six years ago that Ariel had given up her home in the sea in hopes of marrying the prince and gaining a soul. She had been just sweet sixteen then. Easily swayed by a pretty face.
The fact she had rescued him from drowning helped her feel connected to him. So she traded her voice and tail for legs. She became his constant, silent companion.
He took advantage of her kindness and devotion. She even bore him a bastard son whom he then sent away to be raised somewhere else. Each encounter left her oddly unsatisfied.
And now, now he was going to marry someone else. A princess. He said he had to, that he’d marry Ariel if he could but a prince must marry a princess. She couldn’t tell him she was a princess, a princess of the sea.
When he married the other one she would die. Oh, she had been told how to return to her proper form, but though she no longer loved him, neither did she wish to harm him. Especially since he was the only one who knew where their child was. Only occasional letters about the boy let her know he was still alive and well. They said he excelled at swimming.
He should, he was the fruit of her loins as well as the prince’s. Soon she would be nothing more than foam on the sea.
The constant pain in her feet, like a thousand swords being driven into them with each graceful step, would end. And she would never have a chance to see her son, the only good thing about the entire mistake. There would be no last minute miracle. No hope.
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Lord Mikran The Hammer, known as The Hammer Of Hell, Minister Plenipotentiary and Ambassador Extraordinary to the Danish Throne from his fellow warrior and brother-in-spirit King Gustavus Adolphus Vasa of Sweden, entered as if he owned the castle. Though he was normally not given to being overly showy, he knew it was the only way to impress these people.
Mikran was impressive without the act. He was a large man, broad of shoulder and chest, tall, with powerful legs and massively muscled arms. His thick, bushy beard managed to compliment rather then disguise his handsome face. The grey in it and along the temples of his dark hair made him look almost royal. The sweeping blue and silver robes he wore marked him as a wizard, but the sword on his hip let all know he was also a warrior.
They tried to take his sword from him, insisting no one who entered in peace could carry a weapon. However, none but him could lift it, so they let him keep it to preserve their own backs. He accepted it back with a wry grin.
Though Mikran did not know these people, he had been sent an invitation to the wedding. There had been the intent to ignore it but when he had picked up the scrap of paper to discard of it, an overwhelming urge to go came over him. As if he was being called here.
The reason he had been invited was because of a boy. He had found the child floundering in a heavy surf. It had taken a massive spell to draw the child out before he drowned. When he brought the child forth he realized the boy was under a curse, and was not entirely human.
The child, an orphan, was being raised by uncaring nobles. It had taken a simple spell to get them to open their hearts up - it was, after all, the only way to reverse the curse Mikran had put on them.
The boy’s curse came from the sea. Mikran was sure of that. As sure as he was that the child was part sea creature. He had explained this to the boy before giving the child the gift of being able to change his form.
Saving the boy had led to the nobles insisting on him being invited to this wedding. Now he was here.
As he walked through the hall, his gaze was drawn to a figure in a shadowy corner. Though she hid herself he could see her clearly. The spun gold of her hair, the figure slightly rounded by the birth of a child - and her eyes - the same blue with sea green undertones of the boy he had recently rescued.
Finally, the same aura surrounded her - she was not entirely human. So the boy was no orphan after all.
He could also see she was watching him intently. No doubt she was able to sense what he was just as he was able to sense what she was. Mikran now understood why he had come to this wedding.
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Ariel knew she had to seek the man out. The big one from the hall. Though all knew her as the prince’s concubine and to be seen going into another man’s room would be a death sentence for both of them, she had to see him.
She could practically taste the magic in him, rolling off him like a thick fog.
On tiny feet filled with brutal pain, Ariel glided to his room. Casual, careful. She passed his room three times before she was finally able to enter.
When she did enter she was unsurprised to see him in the throws of passion with a maid. Even Ariel had a hard time not just joining in. He knew she was there, but said nothing, just continued using his magic to please both the lusty maid and himself.
What surprised Ariel was that he was tickling the maid. Hiding so the maid would not see her, though it was doubtful as the maid was blindfolded, she watched as his beard, like a living thing, tickled the maid’s feet.
His fingers, magically multiplied, were all over the maid’s breasts, armpits, and ribs. More then that, the maid was making all sorts of noises Ariel had never thought about making even if she could. Though she had never known it in the quick, fumbling embrace of the prince, she recognized satisfaction and completion. On both their parts.
Mikran normally cuddled with his lovers afterwards, but the lusty dark haired maid insisted on resuming her duties. Since he had company he didn’t insist on her staying. Drawing his robes back on, he waited for the former mermaid to show herself.
She came forth and the power of the spell on her hit him hard in the chest. He could sense the pain she was in. More then that he knew that the spell was caused by the same one who cursed the boy.
Mikran also knew that if he broke the spell, it would snap back on the caster, killing her instantly. He felt no sorrow at the thought of killing a being of evil.
“If you wish the spell removed, little mermaid, you must be prepared to do all I say.” Mikran said. “First, I will require you shed your human clothing.”
Mermaids, nude under the sea, had no modesty, but Ariel, her body no longer perfect since the birth of her child, still blushed as she revealed herself. Her breasts, once large and firm, were now sagged just a bit, her belly rounded out instead of being flat and a few small stretch marks remained.
Yet her body still retained the beauty and grace she had possessed while living under the sea. Her legs tapered downwards to dainty feet that were milk white and looked incredibly soft.
“Sit.” Mikran said, motioning to the bed. “It will be easier to do this if you do not have to suffer the pain of standing.”
The spell took hours. Mikran had to peel the curse off in layers. He started first with the pain in her feet. He could see the grateful relief in her eyes. For a few moments he was unable to get Ariel to settle down, for she insisted on dancing around on her now pain free feet.
Then, when he got Ariel to settle back down he started to work the spell to return her voice to her. Though tireless in his lovemaking, Mikran had to rest for awhile after this one. The sea witch who had cast it was powerful indeed.
While he rested Ariel sang softly to him. Lulling him. She was thrilled and her body quivered with excitement.
When he slept she thought about what she had seen earlier. The feelings watching it had brought up in her! Experimentally she ran her own finger tips over her body, wiggling them in her armpits and over her ribs, stroking her own soles. None of it brought up the laughter she had seen and heard coming from the maid. She pouted in disappointment.
Through half-closed eyes Mikran watched Ariel in amusement. So the mermaid was interested in tickling, eh? He would be happy to indulge her, once he finished with the spells.
It was long after dawn when Mikran finally removed the last of the curse. Now Ariel could switch between human and mermaid form at will, enjoying both the sea and the land.
Most important, he broke the part of the curse that would cause her to die the second the prince married his intended. Mikran could feel the spell snap back and away, recoiling upon it’s caster. Being by his own description an unashamedly and thoroughly vindictive son of a bitch, Mikran doubled the force of the recoiling spell by adding his own power to that originally used in the spell. Though he was miles away on land, he could still hear deep in his mind the sea witch’s scream as the spell crushed her to death.
Ariel told him her story now. From the first look at the prince to his first callow and selfish fumblings with her. The birth and sending away of her son. How she finally realized that though she still wished for the soul she would get when she married a human man, she no longer wished to wed someone who would take her son away from her to protect his reputation.
Mikran told her about her son, how he was saved and how, like his mother, he could now enjoy both the sea and the land. Best of all he told her where to find the boy.
Ariel, forgetting she was still nude, threw her arms around Mikran, though they really just rested against his front as they were not long enough to reach, and kissed him. “I owe you so much.” She declared. “I could never begin to repay you.”
“The defeat of evil is it’s own reward.” Mikran said. “However, I do have my reputation s a mercenary to maintain. If you are willing, I know of a form of payment which might be satisfying for both of us.”
Ariel blushed, but answered by slipping her tiny hands inside his robe. She was twenty two, a full grown woman and a mother. She could make her own choices. She placed her feet in his lap, fearing she would not be ticklish at all.
Mikran grinned. “Not like that, Ariel my dear. Normally I bind my lovers with my own body, but you could easily escape me by changing your beautiful feet to fins.”
With a touch of incredible gentleness, Mikran arranged Ariel on the bed, leaving her sitting up. First he raised her arms above her head. Her arms stayed there in mid air. He spread her legs open in a wide V, allowing the lower golden curls to be separated. She found she couldn’t move her limbs, but at the same time the heaviness that came from having her arms straight up in the air didn’t come. She was rather comfortable.
Now Mikran moved behind her, pressing his massive chest against Ariel’s back. He was so large he could easily engulf her entire body, even with the extra padding she had put on over the years. His fingers flexed in front of her eyes.
On the third flex two small pointed feathers appeared between his forefingers and thumbs. These he brought around to Ariel’s ears, and he began to lightly tickle her there.
Ariel’s worry she wasn’t ticklish at all instantly vanished. The feathers tickled incredibly! She giggled and tried to escape them by shaking her head, but the feathers magically followed her every move.
Meanwhile Mikran, letting the feathers work on their own, began to tickle the sides and back of her neck. He kept this up, sending her into large bouts of giggles, for awhile.
With a thought Mikran made the feathers float from Ariel’s ears up to her wrists and multiply themselves a hundred times. Soon feathers began to tickle her arms from the palms of her hands down to just on the edge of her armpits.
Mikran’s beard began to tickle Ariel’s back from her shoulder blades down to where she rested on her rounded bottom. The hairs grew and moved along to where there was a bit of space between her bottom and the bed and began to tickle there as well.
When she was caught up in deep throes of laughter, her head leaning against his massive shoulder, he caught her mouth in a deeply erotic laughing kiss. That kiss sent thrills through out her body.
In the midst of the kiss, Mikran’s fingers now began to skim from her incredibly sensitive armpits and down her ribs. She squealed and laughed.
Being a mermaid, Ariel never grew all the body hair that human women did, other then the golden curls that covered her vulva. Her armpits were smooth and silky under Mikran’s finger tips.
With every moment of crazed, tickle forced laughter Ariel began to feel warmer and warmer down below. Her nipples were as hard as old coral. She began to feel as wet and slick as an eel down in her woman area, puffing up like a blowfish.
Mikran’s fingers, beard, and feathers tickled Ariel all over her upper body. Skimming over her arms, stroking her pits, dancing along her ribs. They teased her breasts and caressed her belly, dancing in her belly button. She laughed helplessly, her mouth often caught in a deep kiss.
Ariel had never felt so good, so aroused in the arms of the prince. She was overpowered, but felt utterly safe. Her lungs, though human, were still made for the deep pressure of the ocean, so she was able to laugh much longer and harder than a normal human woman.
Then suddenly the fingers, feathers and beard were no longer tickling Ariel. Mikran was moving around, briefly tilting her chin so as to kiss her. She wiggled her hips, trying to tell him she was ready. He just smiled and tickled her under her chin as his lips and tongue found their way down to each nipple in turn, then sliding down to lap at her belly button.
He never gave a chance for her arousal to decrease. Instead he gently laid her on her back so her legs were now in the air. Stroking and tickling the inside of her thighs as he lowered his head, his lips found the little pebble of flesh that was her clit.
Never once had the prince even thought about touching Ariel there, let alone kissing her like Mikran was doing. Even as his fingers teased the underside of her knees, sending her into musical peals of laughter, great shock waves of pleasure rolled through her. She came before Mikran was even prepared. It only took a few flicks of his tongue to give the deprived woman her very first orgasm.
Moving away for a bit, Mikran waited for the last of her shudders of pleasure to pass away. Then, grinning wickedly, he began to tickle her feet.
Ariel screamed with laughter. Of her entire body, her feet were her most sensitive. A gentle touch on her toes sent her into ticklish agony. The light stroking along the sides of her feet and around her heels made her laugh so hard tears rolled down her cheeks.
When his fingers began to lightly tease those tender, high arches, Ariel was thrown into fits of laughter that shook the bed and even Mikran. More then that, it left her so horny she thought her lust for mating could be smelled miles away.
Conjuring magic feathers to continue tickling her feet, Mikran returned his mouth to her womanhood. His beard was tickling her butt, his fingers stroking the rest of her.
Over and over again Mikran brought her to laughing orgasms until Ariel thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Her mind was almost numb from all the pleasure.
Then and only then did he shed his robes. His massive member eased its way inside her, magically changing it’s shape to give her the most pleasure.
Mikran’s fingers sought Ariel’s armpits and ribs, his tongue rolled out to impossible lengths to torment her belly button. His beard tickled her legs. The feathers were still teasing her uber sensitive feet.
His long, slow thrusts stroked her clit and G-spot, giving her pleasure she had never experienced before, bringing her to more laughing orgasms over and over again. He made her so happy she cried for the sheer joy.
It wasn’t until Mikran was sure he had made up for years of denial for Ariel that he allowed himself to cum with a loud, ragged shout of pleasure. He was thankful he had sound proofed the room before hand.
Then he eased up on the tickling before stopping, releasing Ariel from her magical bondage and massaging her limbs. Letting her curl up to his chest.
She no longer feared being found in his room for she knew he would protect her from the prince’s wrath. Happily, she drifted off to sleep to dream of the sea and of someday having a soul to call her own.
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The wedding was - eventful to say the least. Held on a ship on the rolling sea, the desperately seasick prince was as green as seaweed.
A pimple as large as one of Mikran’s thumbs hung off the end of the prince’s nose, and his hair kept falling out. Not to mention that his gut was suddenly straining against his clothing.
The dark haired bride looked upset, to say the least. Especially when the pulsing pustule burst all over her dress.
When the ceremony was complete the gifts were given. Ariel waited until the last gift was given before bringing forth her own. Her son, magically transported by Mikran, stood by her side.
Though he had her eyes, no one could deny that the boy looked like a spitting image of the prince, right down to the way his dark hair curled over his forehead.
“My gift to you,” Ariel said, shocking everyone with the sound of her speaking for they were used to her silence, “is the chance to say goodbye to the son you refused to care for. To forever regret the choice you made. You always told me you could only marry a princess, to make an alliance. Had you the brains, you would’ve seen that a princess stood silently before you. You could have been the first king to rule both in the land above, and under the sea.”
With these words, Ariel scooped up her son and ran for the railing. Their clothing fell away. Standing there for a moment so people could see their legs turn into fish tails they then slid over the side of the ship. Everyone ran to view as both resurfaced, a coral crown on each of their heads.
“May your wife find more pleasure in your bed then I did, my selfish prince!” Ariel, princess of the sea, said before she and her son slipped out of sight.
Chuckling to himself, knowing that the prince would never again be able to ‘stand up and salute’, Mikran went to get a drink. Winking at a young redheaded woman who was having trouble keeping on her feet on the rolling ship. When she fell against him, he steadied her and she graced him with a grateful smile.
“I don’t know about you,” she said, flirting with her eyes, “but all this trying to stay standing on this deck is making my feet hurt....”
~~ The End ~~
Six years is a long time to live in constant silence and pain. Six years in which to regret a choice and realize that she had given up her home and family for a crush and a hopeless dream.
It had been six years ago that Ariel had given up her home in the sea in hopes of marrying the prince and gaining a soul. She had been just sweet sixteen then. Easily swayed by a pretty face.
The fact she had rescued him from drowning helped her feel connected to him. So she traded her voice and tail for legs. She became his constant, silent companion.
He took advantage of her kindness and devotion. She even bore him a bastard son whom he then sent away to be raised somewhere else. Each encounter left her oddly unsatisfied.
And now, now he was going to marry someone else. A princess. He said he had to, that he’d marry Ariel if he could but a prince must marry a princess. She couldn’t tell him she was a princess, a princess of the sea.
When he married the other one she would die. Oh, she had been told how to return to her proper form, but though she no longer loved him, neither did she wish to harm him. Especially since he was the only one who knew where their child was. Only occasional letters about the boy let her know he was still alive and well. They said he excelled at swimming.
He should, he was the fruit of her loins as well as the prince’s. Soon she would be nothing more than foam on the sea.
The constant pain in her feet, like a thousand swords being driven into them with each graceful step, would end. And she would never have a chance to see her son, the only good thing about the entire mistake. There would be no last minute miracle. No hope.
..................................................................
Lord Mikran The Hammer, known as The Hammer Of Hell, Minister Plenipotentiary and Ambassador Extraordinary to the Danish Throne from his fellow warrior and brother-in-spirit King Gustavus Adolphus Vasa of Sweden, entered as if he owned the castle. Though he was normally not given to being overly showy, he knew it was the only way to impress these people.
Mikran was impressive without the act. He was a large man, broad of shoulder and chest, tall, with powerful legs and massively muscled arms. His thick, bushy beard managed to compliment rather then disguise his handsome face. The grey in it and along the temples of his dark hair made him look almost royal. The sweeping blue and silver robes he wore marked him as a wizard, but the sword on his hip let all know he was also a warrior.
They tried to take his sword from him, insisting no one who entered in peace could carry a weapon. However, none but him could lift it, so they let him keep it to preserve their own backs. He accepted it back with a wry grin.
Though Mikran did not know these people, he had been sent an invitation to the wedding. There had been the intent to ignore it but when he had picked up the scrap of paper to discard of it, an overwhelming urge to go came over him. As if he was being called here.
The reason he had been invited was because of a boy. He had found the child floundering in a heavy surf. It had taken a massive spell to draw the child out before he drowned. When he brought the child forth he realized the boy was under a curse, and was not entirely human.
The child, an orphan, was being raised by uncaring nobles. It had taken a simple spell to get them to open their hearts up - it was, after all, the only way to reverse the curse Mikran had put on them.
The boy’s curse came from the sea. Mikran was sure of that. As sure as he was that the child was part sea creature. He had explained this to the boy before giving the child the gift of being able to change his form.
Saving the boy had led to the nobles insisting on him being invited to this wedding. Now he was here.
As he walked through the hall, his gaze was drawn to a figure in a shadowy corner. Though she hid herself he could see her clearly. The spun gold of her hair, the figure slightly rounded by the birth of a child - and her eyes - the same blue with sea green undertones of the boy he had recently rescued.
Finally, the same aura surrounded her - she was not entirely human. So the boy was no orphan after all.
He could also see she was watching him intently. No doubt she was able to sense what he was just as he was able to sense what she was. Mikran now understood why he had come to this wedding.
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Ariel knew she had to seek the man out. The big one from the hall. Though all knew her as the prince’s concubine and to be seen going into another man’s room would be a death sentence for both of them, she had to see him.
She could practically taste the magic in him, rolling off him like a thick fog.
On tiny feet filled with brutal pain, Ariel glided to his room. Casual, careful. She passed his room three times before she was finally able to enter.
When she did enter she was unsurprised to see him in the throws of passion with a maid. Even Ariel had a hard time not just joining in. He knew she was there, but said nothing, just continued using his magic to please both the lusty maid and himself.
What surprised Ariel was that he was tickling the maid. Hiding so the maid would not see her, though it was doubtful as the maid was blindfolded, she watched as his beard, like a living thing, tickled the maid’s feet.
His fingers, magically multiplied, were all over the maid’s breasts, armpits, and ribs. More then that, the maid was making all sorts of noises Ariel had never thought about making even if she could. Though she had never known it in the quick, fumbling embrace of the prince, she recognized satisfaction and completion. On both their parts.
Mikran normally cuddled with his lovers afterwards, but the lusty dark haired maid insisted on resuming her duties. Since he had company he didn’t insist on her staying. Drawing his robes back on, he waited for the former mermaid to show herself.
She came forth and the power of the spell on her hit him hard in the chest. He could sense the pain she was in. More then that he knew that the spell was caused by the same one who cursed the boy.
Mikran also knew that if he broke the spell, it would snap back on the caster, killing her instantly. He felt no sorrow at the thought of killing a being of evil.
“If you wish the spell removed, little mermaid, you must be prepared to do all I say.” Mikran said. “First, I will require you shed your human clothing.”
Mermaids, nude under the sea, had no modesty, but Ariel, her body no longer perfect since the birth of her child, still blushed as she revealed herself. Her breasts, once large and firm, were now sagged just a bit, her belly rounded out instead of being flat and a few small stretch marks remained.
Yet her body still retained the beauty and grace she had possessed while living under the sea. Her legs tapered downwards to dainty feet that were milk white and looked incredibly soft.
“Sit.” Mikran said, motioning to the bed. “It will be easier to do this if you do not have to suffer the pain of standing.”
The spell took hours. Mikran had to peel the curse off in layers. He started first with the pain in her feet. He could see the grateful relief in her eyes. For a few moments he was unable to get Ariel to settle down, for she insisted on dancing around on her now pain free feet.
Then, when he got Ariel to settle back down he started to work the spell to return her voice to her. Though tireless in his lovemaking, Mikran had to rest for awhile after this one. The sea witch who had cast it was powerful indeed.
While he rested Ariel sang softly to him. Lulling him. She was thrilled and her body quivered with excitement.
When he slept she thought about what she had seen earlier. The feelings watching it had brought up in her! Experimentally she ran her own finger tips over her body, wiggling them in her armpits and over her ribs, stroking her own soles. None of it brought up the laughter she had seen and heard coming from the maid. She pouted in disappointment.
Through half-closed eyes Mikran watched Ariel in amusement. So the mermaid was interested in tickling, eh? He would be happy to indulge her, once he finished with the spells.
It was long after dawn when Mikran finally removed the last of the curse. Now Ariel could switch between human and mermaid form at will, enjoying both the sea and the land.
Most important, he broke the part of the curse that would cause her to die the second the prince married his intended. Mikran could feel the spell snap back and away, recoiling upon it’s caster. Being by his own description an unashamedly and thoroughly vindictive son of a bitch, Mikran doubled the force of the recoiling spell by adding his own power to that originally used in the spell. Though he was miles away on land, he could still hear deep in his mind the sea witch’s scream as the spell crushed her to death.
Ariel told him her story now. From the first look at the prince to his first callow and selfish fumblings with her. The birth and sending away of her son. How she finally realized that though she still wished for the soul she would get when she married a human man, she no longer wished to wed someone who would take her son away from her to protect his reputation.
Mikran told her about her son, how he was saved and how, like his mother, he could now enjoy both the sea and the land. Best of all he told her where to find the boy.
Ariel, forgetting she was still nude, threw her arms around Mikran, though they really just rested against his front as they were not long enough to reach, and kissed him. “I owe you so much.” She declared. “I could never begin to repay you.”
“The defeat of evil is it’s own reward.” Mikran said. “However, I do have my reputation s a mercenary to maintain. If you are willing, I know of a form of payment which might be satisfying for both of us.”
Ariel blushed, but answered by slipping her tiny hands inside his robe. She was twenty two, a full grown woman and a mother. She could make her own choices. She placed her feet in his lap, fearing she would not be ticklish at all.
Mikran grinned. “Not like that, Ariel my dear. Normally I bind my lovers with my own body, but you could easily escape me by changing your beautiful feet to fins.”
With a touch of incredible gentleness, Mikran arranged Ariel on the bed, leaving her sitting up. First he raised her arms above her head. Her arms stayed there in mid air. He spread her legs open in a wide V, allowing the lower golden curls to be separated. She found she couldn’t move her limbs, but at the same time the heaviness that came from having her arms straight up in the air didn’t come. She was rather comfortable.
Now Mikran moved behind her, pressing his massive chest against Ariel’s back. He was so large he could easily engulf her entire body, even with the extra padding she had put on over the years. His fingers flexed in front of her eyes.
On the third flex two small pointed feathers appeared between his forefingers and thumbs. These he brought around to Ariel’s ears, and he began to lightly tickle her there.
Ariel’s worry she wasn’t ticklish at all instantly vanished. The feathers tickled incredibly! She giggled and tried to escape them by shaking her head, but the feathers magically followed her every move.
Meanwhile Mikran, letting the feathers work on their own, began to tickle the sides and back of her neck. He kept this up, sending her into large bouts of giggles, for awhile.
With a thought Mikran made the feathers float from Ariel’s ears up to her wrists and multiply themselves a hundred times. Soon feathers began to tickle her arms from the palms of her hands down to just on the edge of her armpits.
Mikran’s beard began to tickle Ariel’s back from her shoulder blades down to where she rested on her rounded bottom. The hairs grew and moved along to where there was a bit of space between her bottom and the bed and began to tickle there as well.
When she was caught up in deep throes of laughter, her head leaning against his massive shoulder, he caught her mouth in a deeply erotic laughing kiss. That kiss sent thrills through out her body.
In the midst of the kiss, Mikran’s fingers now began to skim from her incredibly sensitive armpits and down her ribs. She squealed and laughed.
Being a mermaid, Ariel never grew all the body hair that human women did, other then the golden curls that covered her vulva. Her armpits were smooth and silky under Mikran’s finger tips.
With every moment of crazed, tickle forced laughter Ariel began to feel warmer and warmer down below. Her nipples were as hard as old coral. She began to feel as wet and slick as an eel down in her woman area, puffing up like a blowfish.
Mikran’s fingers, beard, and feathers tickled Ariel all over her upper body. Skimming over her arms, stroking her pits, dancing along her ribs. They teased her breasts and caressed her belly, dancing in her belly button. She laughed helplessly, her mouth often caught in a deep kiss.
Ariel had never felt so good, so aroused in the arms of the prince. She was overpowered, but felt utterly safe. Her lungs, though human, were still made for the deep pressure of the ocean, so she was able to laugh much longer and harder than a normal human woman.
Then suddenly the fingers, feathers and beard were no longer tickling Ariel. Mikran was moving around, briefly tilting her chin so as to kiss her. She wiggled her hips, trying to tell him she was ready. He just smiled and tickled her under her chin as his lips and tongue found their way down to each nipple in turn, then sliding down to lap at her belly button.
He never gave a chance for her arousal to decrease. Instead he gently laid her on her back so her legs were now in the air. Stroking and tickling the inside of her thighs as he lowered his head, his lips found the little pebble of flesh that was her clit.
Never once had the prince even thought about touching Ariel there, let alone kissing her like Mikran was doing. Even as his fingers teased the underside of her knees, sending her into musical peals of laughter, great shock waves of pleasure rolled through her. She came before Mikran was even prepared. It only took a few flicks of his tongue to give the deprived woman her very first orgasm.
Moving away for a bit, Mikran waited for the last of her shudders of pleasure to pass away. Then, grinning wickedly, he began to tickle her feet.
Ariel screamed with laughter. Of her entire body, her feet were her most sensitive. A gentle touch on her toes sent her into ticklish agony. The light stroking along the sides of her feet and around her heels made her laugh so hard tears rolled down her cheeks.
When his fingers began to lightly tease those tender, high arches, Ariel was thrown into fits of laughter that shook the bed and even Mikran. More then that, it left her so horny she thought her lust for mating could be smelled miles away.
Conjuring magic feathers to continue tickling her feet, Mikran returned his mouth to her womanhood. His beard was tickling her butt, his fingers stroking the rest of her.
Over and over again Mikran brought her to laughing orgasms until Ariel thought she couldn’t take it anymore. Her mind was almost numb from all the pleasure.
Then and only then did he shed his robes. His massive member eased its way inside her, magically changing it’s shape to give her the most pleasure.
Mikran’s fingers sought Ariel’s armpits and ribs, his tongue rolled out to impossible lengths to torment her belly button. His beard tickled her legs. The feathers were still teasing her uber sensitive feet.
His long, slow thrusts stroked her clit and G-spot, giving her pleasure she had never experienced before, bringing her to more laughing orgasms over and over again. He made her so happy she cried for the sheer joy.
It wasn’t until Mikran was sure he had made up for years of denial for Ariel that he allowed himself to cum with a loud, ragged shout of pleasure. He was thankful he had sound proofed the room before hand.
Then he eased up on the tickling before stopping, releasing Ariel from her magical bondage and massaging her limbs. Letting her curl up to his chest.
She no longer feared being found in his room for she knew he would protect her from the prince’s wrath. Happily, she drifted off to sleep to dream of the sea and of someday having a soul to call her own.
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The wedding was - eventful to say the least. Held on a ship on the rolling sea, the desperately seasick prince was as green as seaweed.
A pimple as large as one of Mikran’s thumbs hung off the end of the prince’s nose, and his hair kept falling out. Not to mention that his gut was suddenly straining against his clothing.
The dark haired bride looked upset, to say the least. Especially when the pulsing pustule burst all over her dress.
When the ceremony was complete the gifts were given. Ariel waited until the last gift was given before bringing forth her own. Her son, magically transported by Mikran, stood by her side.
Though he had her eyes, no one could deny that the boy looked like a spitting image of the prince, right down to the way his dark hair curled over his forehead.
“My gift to you,” Ariel said, shocking everyone with the sound of her speaking for they were used to her silence, “is the chance to say goodbye to the son you refused to care for. To forever regret the choice you made. You always told me you could only marry a princess, to make an alliance. Had you the brains, you would’ve seen that a princess stood silently before you. You could have been the first king to rule both in the land above, and under the sea.”
With these words, Ariel scooped up her son and ran for the railing. Their clothing fell away. Standing there for a moment so people could see their legs turn into fish tails they then slid over the side of the ship. Everyone ran to view as both resurfaced, a coral crown on each of their heads.
“May your wife find more pleasure in your bed then I did, my selfish prince!” Ariel, princess of the sea, said before she and her son slipped out of sight.
Chuckling to himself, knowing that the prince would never again be able to ‘stand up and salute’, Mikran went to get a drink. Winking at a young redheaded woman who was having trouble keeping on her feet on the rolling ship. When she fell against him, he steadied her and she graced him with a grateful smile.
“I don’t know about you,” she said, flirting with her eyes, “but all this trying to stay standing on this deck is making my feet hurt....”
~~ The End ~~
I'm really lucky MasterTank1 allowed me to borrow Mikran and edited the story.
