Friday, February 27, 2015

The Prince, The Mermaid, and The Siren by Muffy Wilson ~ An Erotic Interpretation of The Little Mermaid #eroticfairytales #iamwriting #@sexymuffywilson

Who among us has never looked into the blacken depths of the ocean and wondered, Are they real? And if they live, what is the difference between a Mermaid and a Siren?  Simply put, Mermaids are thought to save mariners from the cold dark depths of Neptune's death grip while Siren's are known to seduce a man to his death through the lure of song and sad wailing, for whatever reason they want: food, play or temperament.
A Mariner would be foolhardy to stop to save a Saltwater Siren as they were never in distress but who can tell the difference between friend or foe when the beautiful outstretched arm is so long, lovely and beckoning...?
The Maiden sang as she rode the dancing turquoise currents, collecting seashells, sea-flowers and colored coral. As she ascended, the transformation began: her tail, scales falling away like glitter and long…supple…graceful, was now two lengths of elegant limbs. Through the ribbons of her hair, painted by the depths with an onyx shimmer, she wove her sea treasures. Her skin, decorated, bronze and silken, glistened with a hunger to be touched. And her natural eagerness increased with ache, passion, desire.

She crawled upon the crag, waited and sang-soulfully, as the thunderous sea rolled, twisted, churned to deliver.

Mariners would rescue a maiden-in-distress, never a
sea-witch .....but her, what about her...? Hermione, Queen of the Saltwater Siren's finds the two young royals after the Prince's ship when down in the night storm. The mermaid, also royalty, saved him from drowning by breathing her life into him with a kiss, but Hermione, ever conniving and contriving, had other plans... 
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The Prince, The Mermaid, and The Siren
by
Muffy Wilson
(@sexymuffywilson)
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With that, Hermione went to the young man who continued to press kisses into the fair-haired curls of his beloved. As she closed the distance, her the transformation began: her tail became shapely limbs. Her skin, bronze and silken, glistened with a hunger to be touched. And her natural eagerness increased with human ache, passion, and desire now that she possessed the body to enjoy it. She bent to touch the human male and sang soulfully and tenderly about love and longing. The young man jolted, startled by her presence yet impressed by her dark commanding beauty and seduced by her tantric voice. 

She spoke in low tones, “The little mermaid you hold so close to your heart and, more importantly, your body is a Royal Princess, known as Princess Saira. I am not sure her father the King would approve of so intimate a coupling.” 

The man found his voice and replied, “I, too, am of royal blood and lineage. I am Prince Draedon, first in line of heirs to the landed wealth of King Draevaan. I am only holding her because I awoke to find her asleep upon my chest and could not resist her beauty. She saved my life and has also won my heart.”

“Princess Saira is not a land being, nor will she ever be,” lied Hermione. She knew there were ways for Saira to live on land, but she was not ready to tell Draedon. She thought it best to keep this information for now. Besides there was something she wanted—something she needed.

“But Saira will never be one of you. You cannot live below the sea nor can she live for long above the sea. Her kind lives to three centuries. Will you live that long? Would you ask her to give that life up for yours, so short, and die so much sooner? ” Hermione could see doubt creep into the heart of the prince.

At that moment, Saira woke, the warm rays of her sun caressing her skin along with—the hands of her prince. She wasn’t able to move much and thought she was injured from the night before, but it was a creeping, progressive weakness that would end in death if she stayed on land.

“I must go,” she said pushing away from the prince.

“Wouldn’t you rather stay with Draedon, your prince?” said a familiar voice.

Saira looked to see Hermione the Siren and a shiver of fear passed through her, followed by pleasure as Draedon pulled her close. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“I’m here only to offer you hope, Princess. You are weakening and will die if you don’t return to the sea, but I can give you something you both want. Time. Time to be together as lovers. Time to enjoy each other as you desire. Time, perhaps, to fall in love and change your destiny.”

“What is the cost?” Saira knew Hermione never gave without receiving something precious in return.

“I must be present for your joining or the spell will not work.” Hermione knew her plan of seduction, was irresistible to the two, but she also know it would wielding a vengeful blow to the Sea King. She would level a disaster and enjoy every moment of it. Hearing only the possibility, the two lovers kissed again and knew their answer. Thinking they could never otherwise be together, they agreed to Hermione’s terms. Hermione clipped a handful of Saira’s locks, then disappeared. She returned in a whirling twist with a potion broth for the little mermaid to drink, while holding the human’s hand.

It took no time for the scales from her tail fall like glittering tears onto the sand around them. As she witnessed the transformation of her body what was more significant was the changes in her heart and mind. As her legs appeared, she had longings, and something stirred deeply where the two legs joined at the top. She tingled and her heart beat with the fury of the mighty winds of the preceding night.

Saira stretched her new body, exposing herself to Draedon and Hermione. She thought nothing of being naked before them but did wonder at the look in the eyes of her prince. While she couldn’t name what she saw, her body answered with a pulse of need that made her gasp.

Hermione gave a knowing laugh which added to Saira’s growing desire. “So innocent she is. Isn’t it precious? Come, I will show you the art of love.” With that, Hermione took both their hands, and as Draedon helped Siara on her new legs, she led them to an oasis she created. There she stripped Draedon of his clothes and lay them down on a bed of banana leaves and knelt between the two eager lovers.

Wasting no time, Hermione brought her mouth down on Saira’s, gently nipping and sucking, wetting her lips with a tempting dance of her tongue. The young princess relaxed and opened her mouth to receive the other woman. The pleasure was instantaneous. Saira thought nothing could feel hotter than the sun. She was wrong.

As the ladies continued to kiss and Hermione caressed Saira’s exposed skin, Draedon’s need grew past his ability to wait and he insinuated himself between the women. One well-experienced hand gripped his cock and his mouth found Hermione’s hardened nipple while his hand reached for and found the juncture between
Saira’s thighs. Already she was wet and it excited him to feel her need.

Hermione, eager to enjoy Saira and stimulated by Draedon’s mouth on her outstretched nipple, moved between Saira’s new legs, sliding her legs between the other woman’s, pleased to find Saira’s fingers at play. She rubbed her wet, fevered mound against Saira’s, which provoked an uncontrolled squeal of excitement from Saira that encouraged Draedon. He broke contact with Hermione’s breasts and turned her so her back was to him, his hard shaft pressing against her heat. He could feel how wet she was. Hermione spread herself, so that he could slip easily into her from behind as he palmed her breasts, tweaking her hard-tipped nipples between both thumbs.

As Draedon thrust into her, Hermione bent over Saira, and kissed the young Princess deeply. She lost herself in Saira’s taste and the softness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts. She moaned when Draedon buried his cock deeply inside her. She cried out against Saira’s mouth and leaned her forehead on the young Princess’s tender shoulder as she pushed herself back to take as much of Draedon as she could.

“God, God … ” he screamed, “Oh, God …” He plunged ever deeper into the sexy siren. She was wet, tight, and throbbing. He felt her velvety folds wrap tightly around his cock, squeezing him firmly. He knew his orgasm was building and was stunned that he had no control over the pressure and pleasure mounting with each slap of his balls against her pussy. He tried to hold back, to control his impulse to spill himself inside her moist wet responding crevice, but the siren’s lure was too strong. She gyrated and pushed against him. Kneeling upright, he released Hermione’s breasts and reached to touch Saira’s body. Caressing both women was a heady experience.

Third time’s the charm. The power of three. Ménage a trois. Clearly there is magic in three, as well as in the power of fairytales. From the original fairytale anthology SPELLBOUND come these classic and lesser known tales that take a turn for the kinky with various combinations of three in a bed. Two men, one woman. Two women, one man. Wolves, beasts, mermaid—even a very talented pussycat. Whatever your pleasure, we have a story: The Girl Who Cried Wolf by Celeste Hall, Little Red Hot by Ramona Leigh, Beauty’s Beast by Naomi Shaw, The Mermaid, the Prince, and the Siren by Muffy Wilson, Rapunzel’s Bush by Manlius Latham, Vasalisa, the Beautiful by V. Shepard, Jack and His Beanstalk by Ramona Leigh, The Prurient Puss by Muffy Wilson, The Ugly Duckling’s Reunion by Naomi Shaw, Open Sesame by Louisa Bacio.


Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.

Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.


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Releases 3.24.2015
Previously Published:

Secret Cravings, Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams

Coming Soon:

The Para-Portage of Emily ~ Secret Cravings Publishing March 2015
Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences ~                                                TBA Spring 2015
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2 comments :

  1. I read this on my phone, and loved it! Granted I am partial to mermaids anyways because of my own book revolving around mermaids, BUT this was hot! and sexy and unlike any mermaids stuff I had read before. So it gets two thumbs up with a twist! :) ~~ littlesizzle49

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  2. I'm a fan of mermaids too, but I've never written much about them. This is impressive, Muffy :-)

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