Alexios often called Alex by his friends, family and others most of all those among their community members whom used to be humans hadn’t wished to be the 1st in his age range to be selected to go out and find a mate among the humans. Still the priestess who made the final selection pulled his name out of the ceremonial urn and therefor fate had decided he would go.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to find love, to find a mate to have children and make sure their small community stayed strong. It was just he was the 1st of his age range to go out on the hunt for a mate and therefor he was expected to come home with a mate. To not do so would be seen as a sign of bad luck and misfortune for his entire classmates and it was possible the priests and priestess who decided when to allow a mating ritual to happen would given their class less chances to go find a mate. He was only in what humans would call his early 20's like everyone else in her class, if he failed it would be seen as a dark mark among the whole class which could last for years or even decades.
He hadn’t be surprised that a merman like him was chosen to be the 1st to go forth to find a mate. Human women seamed far more willing/able to become mermaids then men. Still it wasn’t unheard of for men to come to the sea.
They had to be careful after all, if too many humans disappeared in too quick of a succession, then the humans would know something was up and that would raise the risk of them being discovered. That couldn’t be allowed, for merfolk discovery meant death.
With a small seed weed bag over his shoulder he was led through the tunnels which connected their underground and underwater home village to the larger ocean and the human world above.
“Good luck Alexios, come back with a strong mate…may Poseidon and the fellow gods and goddess of the sea watch over you.” Said the merman guard who had led him to the entrees of the tunnel.
The tunnel halfway covered by a sunk human ship was only a couple of miles away from a popular human beach. He had been there a few times as every mermaid and merman knew at least some information about the human world be it by watching from a distance or learning it from former humans who had embraced the sea as merfolk. His own grandfather had been a human himself, he had served on a ship if he recalled correctly.
Taking in a death breath of sea water he headed toward the human shoreline. His powerful tail pushing him along with great ease. He wasn’t the fastest merman, everything about him was generally considered average among merman even if that would have been considered handsome for to a human.
He was in his 23rd year of life, he would have been considered ripped among humans with a six patch muscles across his chest which where clearly visible. That was actually considered normal for merman, some in his class who worked out and swam all the time or lifted stones as a form of weight lifting could get jacked as some of their former humans would say. He had what humans would call a swimmer’s body. His hair was sightly styled but mostly he kept it short. It was an impossible shade of golden yellow that would be considered fake among humans but was a natural color among merfolk.
His tail which started around his hips, was covered in a mixture of shades blues wasn’t the most common type of tail but didn’t stand out from the crowd back home. Like all male merman he had a pair of smaller fins on either side of his hips, that was there to help him grab onto a mate during mating, his dick stayed inside his body ready to come out through a slight in his tail when he was aroused.
He surfaced about a mile offshore and looked at the human beach, it was full of people, he wondered if his future mate be it a merman or mermaid was on that beach. Well he was about to find out as he moved in closer and prepared.
He moved to only a couple of hundred feet off the shore, it was close enough he could see humans all around him. Yet it was deep enough that he was unseen and unnoticed by the humans.
He reached into her shoulder pouch and placed the ceremonial markings in the positions he had been taught and with more then a little amount of fear in his heart she began to sing. It was slightly uncommon for a merman to choose the siren call to find a mate however he wanted to go this route even before he had been chosen to go out first to find a mate, it felt right to him.
His song would go unheard by every human expect the human or in extremely rare cases the humans who had least had a chance to become his mate by becoming a mermaid or merman.