Regarded you with a half lidded gaze and a come hither look in her eyes as she released your hands and awaited your approach. You felt yourself immediately overcome with something new to you. Up to now, this mermaid inspired feelings of need and desire in you, the longing to be touched and tenderly ravished by this sea goddess. Now half one yourself, you felt something else. She’d given you this precious gift, ushered you into a beautiful world beyond your every imagination. Now it was time to repay the favor, to claim this mermaid, make her yours, take your role as the leading role as the leading party. You felt eager, hungry….
And so you swam up to Miranda and cupped her hips with your webbed fingers, rubbing the mermaid’s cyan scales. Already she like that, cooing submissively, encouraging you to keep going. Your face drew toward Miranda’s stomach, and then lower, you inhaled her scent deeply, worshipping her body reverently by kissing her midriff before steeling yourself for the task at hand. You part your lips slowly, and look upward at Miranda as you slowly push your tongue forward, teasing Miranda as you wave it around mere inches from her entrance. “Do it…” she begged. “Take me. When I am at the edge, I will do the same.”
With her prompting, you obliged her request and let your tongue gently push into the silken folds presented before you. You hum in satisfaction as you explore the hot and risen flesh. You grinned as you began gyrating your tongue in tight little circles and large lashings inside of her. You pressed your face close to take in more of her. Acting on instinct, you found a hood housing her erect nub, begging for attention. Your nose gently nestled against it and rubbed over it, getting Miranda to gasp in surprise and for her hand to grip your scalp and hold tight to your pink hair.
As this happened, you felt a divine trembling in your toes. They curl in pleasure one last time before they’re gone forever, flattening out into a membranous film binding the soles of your feet together as they uncurl. You look down to watch your feet merge and melt away to nothing, replaced by a regal tailfin, colored the same as your hand webbing. The scales marched up your legs, knitting your legs together into one tail forever more. Each new scale felt like a first kiss as they crawled upward, and before long they’d reach your womanhood. You knew well that would finish you, both as a mermaid and in terms of climaxing.
As they took over your knees, you went from facing down to looking upwards as you continued making Miranda dance on your tongue. She arched her back and swayed her hips like a belly dancer under the tempo you set inside her. It amazed you how a person could be so in tune with your own thoughts. Her cheeks were burning red, and she panted in pleasure as she played with your locks.
“Now… is the time. Get ready Camilla.” With surprising speed, she darted away from you, leaving you slightly hollow as your tongue tasted open sea water. Your denial was not long lasting, as you watched Miranda roll upside down in the water and dart toward you. Her nails dug into your own hips as you felt her breasts drag across your stomach. The pink scales circled around your groin like sharks, and as Miranda aggressively rammed her tongue into your womanhood, they closed in on the end of your change.
Your vision went white for a moment, and you experienced what could only be described as transcendance. Your fluids began to flood and gush all over Miranda’s hungry lips, but you were elsewhere. While overcome with euphoria, the final change was mental. You felt your mind readjusting to that of a mermaid. You felt yourself overwhelmed by a tenderness and compassion that swelled deep in your heart. You felt the ocean sing its chorus for you, and you witnessed the images of the hundred or so other mermaids that you now share kinship with, immortal beauties, to the last. As each one welcomed you, you felt your tail swish and sway in the water.
You weren’t done yet though, you had to make good on your part of the ritual, and so you resumed your pleasurable mission as you entered Miranda’s inviting folds again. You had but to tenderly caress her sweet spot with your tongue for her to climax. You heard her moan huskily as you experienced her pleasant tasting fluids, sweet with a hint of underlying seawater. You coax each other out through a series of several more orgasms, each as passionate and powerful as the first.
Only when you finally both have satisfied yourselves, you decouple and sink onto the white sand. “Welcome to mermaid kind, Camilla. How do you find yourself taking it?” She rested her head in her hand as she spoke to you.
“Like I am finally myself.” You answered. Your voice was changed, much like Miranda you no longer used contractions and your speech patterns were more elaborate and musical. “And I have you to thank for it, Miranda. I was lost and felt as though my human life was merely… coasting by. Now I have passions worth truly living for.”
She kissed you tenderly, like a lover of many years. “Wondrous news my dear, now before you bid the land goodbye, can you think of any women nearby you would like to draw here with our siren’s song? The cove will only remain until the end of the night, after that there will be no telling when or where it will return.”
“Good question… Now that I think about it…”