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The Little Mermaid from W.Disney
Amber swam with the rushing evening tide, coasting on the high-rising waves that continued to clap onto the California beach late into the evening. She had to hurry; tonight was the last night and she needed to make good use of her time. She could feel her hunger and need growing stronger with each passing moment, swelling inside her like the swell of each wave her voluptuous body rode in on. Amber felt so alive in the water, taking pleasure from it while fearlessly cutting through the waves. She loved the feel of the ocean against her skin and the way it rolled down to the tip of her massive tail, stroking and caressing each scale and fin as if it was a long, lost lover. She dipped and splashed, racing against time and her cardinal desire, rising and falling within the surf to reach her destination.
She paused, not far from the shore line, squinting her eyes in the dimness of night fall, while searching the seemingly invisible beach. He wasn't very far away; she could smell him. He would be waiting, as did so many others before him; waiting for her to come to them so they could be with her - forever.
A giddy laugh escaped her beautiful full mouth as she brushed back a lock of her long, blonde hair; admiring it as it trailed across the water, snaking behind her and glimmering in the light of the full moon. Amber took another sniff of the air and grinned seductively."He's here!" she said excitedly.
She quickly closed in on the beach and found a safe hiding place to allow her tail to dry. Once the transformation was complete, she would appear as any other human female. This would allow her to slyly take what she felt was rightfully hers, a precious item that had denied her and her kind. In order to obtain that which she held most dear, Amber was damned for all eternity to seek it from human males. Yes, this was her special night to be alone with the man she had chosen, like so many others before him that had come and gone. She felt sorry for all of them, yet brushed the feelings aside and smiled to herself. This was survival, no matter what the cost.
The beach was dark, save for the light from the full moon which entertained a minimal amount of illumination; setting a romantic tone and allowing for solitude. Hardly anyone was around, accept a few lovers hiding in the shadows of sand dunes, more interested in each other than a passing individual, which put Amber at more of an advantage; something she wasn't about to lose control of. The less of an audience, the easier to get what she wanted, and where to get it was sitting alone, on the beach, waiting for her.
Now walking on long, slender legs, Amber approached the man, her intended prey, from behind. He sat alone, next to a small fire and stared caringly at the ocean while wondering if his date would ever arrive, just like she had done every night this week. It had been such a romantic week. Meeting her suddenly on this very beach, she seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if by magic. They hit it off immediately (even though he was much older than her) laughing, talking, kissing, holding hands and making promises. And every night this week that they had been together the moon had been full, which just added to the magic.
Standing on her tiptoes and moving as quietly as she could, Amber snuck up on him, threw her hands over his eyes and whispered, "Guess who?""Amber! I didn't think you were going to make it," He said, bringing her around to face him with a swift, strong hug, then releasing her."Oh, Ken, how could I forget you? You're all I've thought about this entire week."
Amber knelt in front of Ken, sitting like a dog in heat, wide-eyed and anxious. Her incredibly long hair hanging wildly about her body, revealing hints that she had no clothing on.Ken, like any normal human male, smiled and reveled in the lovely sight that was before him. His heart pounded uncontrollably as his hands reached out to remove the curtain of hair, wanting to see the gift that was being offered. But before he could touch her, Amber locked her hands to his; fingers clasped and palms pressed together. She leaned close to Ken's face, staring passionately into his eyes as they held the entanglement.
"Ken, do you love me?" she asked, breathlessly. Ken was astonished and began to stutter a response, only to be interrupted by the beautiful nymph."I have to know, Ken. I need to know, right here, right now, and if you don't answer, well, then I'll have to leave - forever." She knew the intoxicant was racing through his veins, he wouldn't be able to resist her; her charm, her beauty, her body.After a brief pause Ken finally answered, "Yes, Amber, I do love you."Amber flashed a lurid smile and released Ken's hands. She scooted forward on her knees and situated herself between his legs, raising up and looking deep into his eyes."Would you run away with me?""Where?"
"Anywhere," she whispered, her warm breath gently caressing his face. She pressed her naked body against his bare chest, feeling his soul stir and watching what her actions were doing to this chosen one. She continued to probe him with questions, while gently kissing his face and outlining his lips with her tongue. Ken's breath was coming in short, excited gasps; his head was spinning and he could no longer control his urges."Yes," he answered, sealing his own fate."Would you follow me? Follow me to the ends of the earth if I so desired?""Yes.""Would you trust me and do anything I wanted you to do?" "Uh huh...," Ken answered dreamily, deep in a seductive trance.
Amber planted a feverish kiss on his lips, drinking in his breath and reaching deep for his soul. That was all it took; the bait had been taken and now it was time."Then come with me," she whispered, taking his hands and helping him to stand up, "The ends of the earth are that way." She gestured towards the ocean with a nod of her head."You want to go swimming at night? I'm not a very good swimmer, Amber, honey." As he quickly shed his shorts and tennis shoes, Ken babbled on, trying to coax her out of, what he thought was, a newly sprung idea."Don't worry, my love, you'll be safe with me. I'm a very good swimmer. Now come."
Hand in hand, the nude lovers waded into the surf. Fear of the dark, swirling water made Ken stop several times, anxiously tugging Amber back to his side."I can't make love to you if we go out too far. I need a surface to stand on," Ken explained, once he realized the water was now up to his waist.But Amber was in a hurry, the taboo of the full moon was upon her and she had to make her move. If she didn't, she would cease to exist and it was either the human or her. Poor human, he didn't know, and couldn't possibly understand. This was for his own good, and hers. He would be with her forever, never again to live alone, be miserable or worry about the modern world. She had her needs, and she couldn't fight them, for they were a part of her very existence.
Like all nymphs, water sprites and celestial beings, there was one thing a human had that they did not - a soul. And she so desperately yearned for one. It was the one thing that drove her on, month after month, year after year, during the full moon. It was a commodity so precious to obtain that she was willing to do the unthinkable to get it. Actually, it wasn't as bad as it sounded; it was a normal thing that any mermaid did. For Amber, the whole thing was extremely electrifying - pity was instantly replaced by excitement once she was out in the water; her mystical nature taking over.
Ken allowed Amber to drag him out to where the water was now up to his chest. He was trying his best to stand his ground, refusing to go out any further, but the mermaid didn't care how much he tried to fight her. Sooner or later he would give in - they all did.
Amber bobbed and splashed around him, laughing a childish, echoing laugh that emerged when she was in the water and transformed into all her natural splendor. Using her great tail, Amber knocked Ken's feet out from under him, smiling happily as he went under. He flailed his arms madly and kicked his legs, only to briefly come to the surface choking, thrashing and sputtering; the mermaid playfully watching close by.
His angel of death swam over and helped keep his head above water, holding him close to her chest with surprisingly strong arms. Ken was now face to face with this mysterious, beautiful woman whom he promised his love to. The one that he said he would trust and follow to the ends of the earth. She was so captivatingly beautiful that he felt he couldn't resist her. "Have you ever kissed under water?" she asked, raising one eyebrow and thoughtfully chewing on her bottom lip."No, I don't like the water. Can't we just stay like this, close and holding each other?"
Amber had to get him out just a bit further, where the water was deep and no one would hear him if he cried out. In order to do this, she had to allow him to put his hands on her breasts, exploring and groping while she gently nibbled his neck, which kept him ccupied and his mind off of the water while she slowly maneuvered him further out.
Once to the desired distance, Amber pushed her kissing idea once more, "Come on, let's kiss under water. It'll be all right," she whispered in his ear, "Trust me."Ken flashed a wry smile. He was totally taken in by her, letting his guard down and never questioning how he was staying above the water without moving his legs. "I've never met a woman like you," he said, his hands still roaming."I know," Amber said, placing her hands firmly on his shoulders, "And you never will."
With those final words, Amber placed her mouth over his, forced it open with her tongue and allowed their bodies to sink beneath the surface. At first, Ken didn't seem to mind being held under the water - until he started to run out of air. He tried to kick and swish his arms forward and back, but his beautiful angel held onto him with a powerful grip. He tried to jerk his mouth free from the kiss of death, but Amber's full lips wouldn't budge. Ken snapped his eyes open to find her looking at him, with all the intent and evil of hell. The salt water stung his eyes and blurred his vision, but through all the discomfort, and muck in the water, he still caught sight of Amber's tail and that's when he realized what a fool he had been.
The mermaid held tight to her prey, she was going to have his soul, the very living element that would sustain her, nurture her, give her life ever lasting. Only, would it be enough this time? Always, as with the other men, there was never enough soul in any one of them to last her, which forced her to keep up this ritual, for all eternity, until she felt she could do no more. As legend would have it, if she were to die without a complete soul, she would turn into sea foam, which was a fate no creature of the sea wanted. Thinking of such a horrid destiny made Amber latch onto Ken even tighter, sliding her hands from his shoulders and embracing him in a bear-hug. Even as he struggled to get away, to break free from the demise and make it to the surface, she held her ground.
There would be no escape. For him, no breath of air, no time to sit and reflect at how lucky he had been to get away. No, his future was to be with this seductress of the sea; his soul would be consumed by her and his body would be consumed by the sea life.
Amber wrapped her massive tail around Ken's legs as they slowly stopped moving. His body was beginning to go limp and his eyes rolled to the side in a blank stare. Amber didn't let go, however, she had this trick played on her many times before. Any moment now he would spring to life in a last desperate attempt. Seconds later, Ken did just as she predicted. He reached up with his hands and clawed furiously at her arms, then struck out with his fingers, intent on gouging her eyes. A normal human would have reacted by jerking their head away, but not Amber; she had too much at stake.
Instead, she quickly unwrapped her tail and used it as a shield, blocking her face and slapping his hands away. Ken shook his head from side to side as massive amounts of air bubbles left his already aching lungs. The vice-like kiss never faltered and the bubbles were quickly inhaled by the water nymph. Ken had exhausted every ounce of strength within him, there was nothing left to battle with; he was beaten. She had won. He wanted to desperately cry out as he felt his life, indeed his very essence leave his body, but he couldn't. He just continued to stare into those beautiful blue eyes until everything finally went black.
Amber took his soul deep within her and smiled with satisfaction as it tickled and warmed her insides. The deed had been done, and just before the last night of the full moon had ended. Unfortunately, Ken didn't have enough soul within him to fill her completely. She would have to prowl the beaches once again to find another victim.Looking at the lifeless corpse in her arms, Amber let it go, as if it was a disgusting piece of trash. She used her tail to push it farther away and watched as it sunk slowly into the darkness of the depths.She smiled and laughed while twisting happily in the water. Then she quickly swam away toward the warmer waters of Mexico. She had heard that the big tourist rush was beginning and wanted to get there before it became, to quote a phrase, "so many men, so little time".
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