Bonus Art - Bath with a Mermaid (Plus Short Story)

This is a direct continuation of the first story featuring Marine from last year, which can be read here: [CLICK]

It's been a few weeks now since you began dating Marine, the boisterous mermaid, and as far as you can tell, things are going well. You think, at least.

Because contrary to the rather promiscuous display she put on during that fateful outing at the burger joint when you first got together, the following dates have been surprisingly wholesome. At least as wholesome as one might expect when the person you're going on these dates with is as brash and energetic as the buxom mermaid you steadily find yourself falling for more and more with every passing moment spent together. And you're certain from that bright, cheery grin on her face, and the near-endless, bubbly laughter that escapes her whenever she's in your company, that she's enjoying her time with you just as much.

Indeed--in just a few short weeks, it's been a whirlwind of excitement and endlessly fun times as the pair of you have experienced everything there is for a blossoming couple to do. From romantic, candlelit dinners, to long walks on the beach--which Marine especially loved after she was able to flop from out of her wheelchair and into the grand ocean beyond, suddenly taking off like a rocket in the water, in drastic contrast to how immobile she is on land--and even more casual times, simply having fun at the arcade. As it stands, Marine is a rather keen shot with a lightgun. And maybe grins just a little TOO gleefully when she lands a particularly gory headshot.

With the pair of you being open to trying whatever new thing came your way, and never backing down from a challenge, it felt like every day with the buxom mermaid was a new adventure. Where the possibilities were as infinite as the bright blue sky above your heads.

The only thing you had yet to do as a couple, was, well...it. Yes. The very thing she teased at the end of your first date. In spite of how open she seemed to it at the time, it never actually happened. There's been a fair bit of cuddling, of course, alongside some kissing and very, VERY heavy petting--of which you can't quite help yourself whenever assets as voluminous as hers are pressed up against you--but beyond that, there's been some unspoken line that has never been crossed.

Does it stem from shyness, in spite of all you've already done together? Perhaps never quite feeling that the mood was right? Maybe waiting until marriage? Hah. That's a good one.

Whatever the case, it's not exactly the kind of topic you casually bring up with someone--and thus, the days have gone on, still so full of joy and intimacy, yet always teetering on the brink of something that could be so much more.

At least until tonight, that is.

You knew right away, from the moment you got the text from her, that tonight was a night unlike any other.

[meet me in my room. got something special for you tonight. i'll be waitin~ ><> <3 <3 <3]

Now, being invited up to Marine's own personal hotel suite isn't too unusual in itself--since it's essentially her home away from home while she's out touring--but usually it's your main port of call AFTER a night out. And you're usually invited up in person, where you can indulge a bit of cuddling whilst watching TV before calling it a night.

What makes it different from the norm this time around is just how early she's calling you up. And the suggestion of something...special. Your flustered mind can only imagine what that might entail. And try as you might to glean any more detail from her rather sloppily written text--though the fish is a cute touch--it seems as though it's been left purposely vague. Designed to really tease you. You even tried to reply with a text of your own to see if you could get anything else out of her...but instead, all you got back was a winky face.

Needless to say, you took a taxi to her hotel post-haste. And tipped the driver double to run a few red lights, stressing just how much of an emergency this was.

After exchanging a nod with the receptionist--of whom you'd grown quite familiar with after so many trips here--you speed through the rest of the lavish establishment as fast as your legs can carry you. The elevator up to Marine's floor proves to be far too slow to arrive down, so you kick the door open to the fire escape and rush up seven flights of stairs instead. Every second counts!

By the time you finally reach Marine's suite--of which the door is already unlocked, given Marine's lack of mobility on land--you're a sweaty, panting wreck. It takes everything inside you just to finally calm your breathing, slick your sopping wet hair back, and finally enter with some small semblance of composure.

When you enter the grand room--lungs still on fire all the while amid ragged breaths for air--you find it's suspiciously empty. Far too quiet. There isn't a mermaid to be seen. She isn't lounging on the large bed like she usually does--nor is she on the plush sofa off to the side. Your hopes deflate just a little in spite of your best attempts to remain optimistic. Had this been some cruel trick on her part...?

"Oooh! Here already? That was quick, heehee~ You must have come running after you got the message, huh?"

And then you hear her--that mischievous minx of an aquatic girl that you've been steadily falling for with every passing day. You swallow hard. From the sounds of her muffled voice...it sounds as though she's in the bathroom. A splash of water followed up with a giggle confirms this.

"Wellll~? What are you waiting for? C'mere already, you! Or what--don't you wanna see the big, special surprise?"

You very much do want to see whatever 'surprise' it is that this mermaid has cooked up for you. But all of the boldness that had carried you this far--and gave you a reckless disregard for basic traffic safety--has melted into nervous mush, knowing what might be lying on the other side of that bathroom door.

After all--this is THE night. You can feel it. You just know it. Everything is just...so different from your usual, fluffy affairs. There's just a certain kind of vibe in the air. Once you reach for that ornate, golden handle and enter into the steamy world beyond, you know that your relationship with this mermaid is going to change forever. Hopefully for the better, but...

Shaking aside the last second doubts, you finally swallow down your nerves as best you can and swing the bathroom door aside.

Almost immediately as you do, you're buffeted by a warm wisp of steam. It clouds your vision for just a tantalising second. And as you're finally able to sweep the obscuring vapours out of the way and everything in the bathroom comes into view, you see what's been lying in wait for you this whole time.

Marine, of course. Sans any clothes. Sans any shame. She lounges lazily in a bath filled to the brim and beyond with what must amount to two bottles worth of soapy solution. There's probably more bubbles in that tub than there is water, and the aquatic girl couldn't be any happier as her large, scaly tail flips and flops idly amid a series of messy splashes that send waves of water crashing out to the floor each time.

"Hiya, you. Surprise~"

In spite of the situation, she greets you as casually as ever, complete with her usual melodious giggle, along with a flirty kiss blown your way good measure. Your jaw has pretty much crashed to the floor at this point, and you can scarcely manage a limp wave of your hand back at her. Words fail to form. Your eyes are wide. Unblinking. Completely transfixed on everything the mermaid has to offer. 'Surprise', indeed...

It's no big secret that you were enamoured by her rather...buxom figure. And to a certain extent, you'd steadily become accustomed to it and didn't get AS flustered by everything her body had to offer on a daily basis--short of when she was rubbing said assets right up against you, of course, or doing something that REALLY made them bounce.

But here, in this very moment? Without a t-shirt to conceal them from view? Without a bra to contain their ample heft? Propped up against the edge of the bathtub as they are, with their supple, malleable nature only further enhanced by a wet, soapy sheen as water runs down the mounds in tantalising rivulets?

Yeah. The meagre resistance you had built up to the mermaid's bosom completely crumbles and it's all you can do not to just completely drool at the sight of such softness put on clear display for your eyes and yours alone. Sensual heat surges through your body, completely unrelated to the steamy, borderline dream-like atmosphere that's taken hold of the bathroom now.

"Heehee... You like the surprise then, I take it~?" Marine coos sweetly--yet mischievously--as she rouses you from out of your large, soapy breast induced stupor. You nod at her, your mouth still completely slack and your pants growing tighter by the second. "Ahh, I'm glad then! There's nothing I like more in life than to unwind with a nice, hot bubblebath--and I figured, hey, we've known each other for long enough...so why don't I finally share one of my loves with you? My...love, heehee~"

The last part escapes her mouth bashfully as her pale features glow in an uncharacteristic way. Almost as if she can't quite muster up the courage to admit her feelings for you outright. But given everything currently on display...between her as bare as she is, and your own arousal attempting to fight its way through your garments, sometimes words aren't need.

"Would you like to...join me~?" she asks with an innocent tilt of her head, damp, blue locks of hair flopping along with her. She shifts herself in the tub with another splash, taking great care as to not reveal TOO much of the chest still firmly cradled between her arm and the tub itself. Bubbles drift around her dazzlingly wet form, catching the light in just the right way as to reflect an array of different colours, further adding to the steamy, hazy dream-like world you've stepped into. "It might be a bit of a tight squeeze... But somehow I get the feeling you'd be fine with that, heehee..."

You nod at her offer. Quite enthusiastically at that. In fact, at some point, you'd taken your shirt off without even realising it. It's tossed to the side, joining with the mermaid's own wet, discard clothes that litter the increasingly wet tiled floor. Shoes and pants are quick to go next. Before you know it, you're standing before the glistening mermaid in naught but your undergarments--your arousal poking so hard against the thin fabric the entire outline of it can practically be seen, along with every excited pulse it makes.

Glossy lips ajar in equal parts fascination and budding arousal, Marine takes in the sight with a range of 'oohs' and 'ahh's before levelling a sultry smirk your way. "What a scary looking thing~ Just what exactly do you think is going to happen when you get in the bath with me, hmmm?" She cocks her head to the other side with a flop of hair and her ear-fins alike, revealing just a bit more of her bare body in the process. This doesn't help with the supposed beast straining against the elastic of your shorts.

You awkwardly run a hand through your hair with a steamy breath. Is it possible you'd jumped the gun and had mistaken an invitation for some more innocent fun as something far more wild? Had your uncontrollable urges potentially jeopardised one of the most meaningful relationships you've ever had with a woman?

...As you panic and try to cool your body down--if even a little--Marine's smile only grows wider. "...Because whatever it is you're thinking... You're exactly right~ It's about time we kick things up to the next level, heehee..." She says in a manner so alluring, so sultry that your underwear practically falls to your ankles of its own volition, having been finally given permission to go all out.

And for whatever reason, rather than clamber into the cramped bathtub like a sane person, you're so amped up on adrenaline and lust alike that you decide to LEAP in, instead, like the apparent beast that you are.

A rather theatrical 'kyaaaaa~!' sounds out alongside a tremendous splash as about half of the bathtub's contents come crashing up between you and the buxom mermaid in a soapy tidal wave. And you couldn't be happier.

True to the mermaid's own warning--and your astute observations--the tub can barely contain the two of you as you find yourself pressed up right against Marine now, in all of her bare, sopping wet glory. Body to body. Skin grazing against skin. No borders to divide you now as you each bask in the warmth of one another's slippery forms.

"That was quite the entrance, heehee~ I didn't think you had it in you!" Marine gives you a toothy grin, on her back now with you firmly pressing atop her from above, your legs straddling where her 'hips' would be as the rest of her large, bulky fish tail flops out of the tub. Your comparatively broader chest pushes into her much softer one, really taking in the softness of her assets now as they directly shape against your frame. Your faces are mere inches apart now, the pair of you breathing heavily and steamily amid what is already fairly humid air.

Truthfully, you didn't think you had it in you, either. And had it been any other girl in this situation, you're sure you would have remained paralyzed on the spot, unable to act, even when all the signals were there. But...there was just something Marine that you couldn't quite explain. When you with her...you felt...like you could truly be yourself without fear. That you could act on your impulses, and not be scolded for it. Whether she had known it or not, she'd truly made a man of you!

Marine shifts under you with another lust-laden breath, only further emphasising her sopping bosom now as it continues to rise and fall against you. Pale, slender hands reach up from the water and ensnare themselves around you in a hug, as if to reel herself in even closer.

"Ahhh... I didn't expect things to heat up THIS quickly, heehee... I was going to lead into it... Maybe make you wash my hair and soap up my body a bit before we got to the main event...but...we might be a bit past that now, huh?" She grins, rolling her hips and drawing attention to the fact that your rather...prominent member is rubbing quite enthusiastically against her well-toned stomach. You can't help but groan from the stimulation, only just now realising how compromising this situation is.

"Guess we'll do things in reverse, then. Now...mmnfff...ravish me, you big, manly stud, you!" At that, you closes the gap between your faces with a daring smooch, and you're more than happy to oblige with her demands.

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Your bath with Marine lasts long into the night. Breathy, orgasmic noises of enjoyment echo out across the steamy confines of the bathroom as the bubbly water continues to slosh out of the tub in increasingly erratic waves. More than once are you forced to top the bath back up again, but never does the lovemaking stop.

As it turns out, mermaids have quite the libido. Not that this should have come as a surprise, given how provocative her teasing had been over the weeks... But to then experience it for real, with her both thrashing beneath you in ecstasy, AND taking charge once you'd run out of steam...it proved to be more than you bargained for. Not that it was such a bad thing in the end.

More interestingly, when she was on top and you found yourself submerged deep in the water...there was a few close calls, where in the heat of the moment, she'd ended up pushing you just a little too far into the water and you were sure if she hadn't let up off of you in time, you may very well have drowned. She insisted that it was fine, and she wouldn't have let anything bad happen to you...but...for just a moment, you were sure there was something...shining in her eyes as you thrashed in the water. But...no. It must have just been your imagination!

By the end of it all, after what must have been several hours straight of mermaid lovemaking--and a good number of calls from the reception in regards to noise complaints and water seeping down into the rooms below--you find yourself cooling down on the bed, each clad in a towel and panting as if you'd just run through several marathons in a row.

"Mmmm... Wow... Now THAT was fun, wasn't it?" Marine is just barely able to say between breaths as she glances lovingly at you from her side of the bed. The small towel wrapped around her is just barely able to contain all of the ample softness beyond, but a small nudge away from revealing everything all over again.

Drained as you are, you can only nod back at her before running a hand down her cheek. She nuzzles into your touch with a surprisingly tender smile.

"Sorry it took so long, heehee... It feels silly now to have delayed it--especially after how good it was, but..." She clutches a hand to her enormous, towel-clad chest, her typically pale skin flushed red from the heat of the bath and hours of lovemaking alike. "I guess I just wanted to make sure that this was it, you know? A proper relationship and all. I wanted to make sure that you liked me for me--and not just my body. Or my fame. 'Cuz those one night stand type deals get pretty boring and hollow after a while."

You nod. Understandable. The world she comes from isn't necessarily one you understand all that well...but it sounds like that particular industry is filled with people being used and abused and then dumped on the sidewalk once someone newer and prettier comes along. And from you understand, you've been able to provide her an escape from that reality. If only for a few hours a day, never once bringing up her status, and instead, liking her for her.

"But I guess in a way...waiting this long helped it feel all the more special. At least it did for me. You're not gonna leave little ol' me now that you've gotten what you wanted, right?" Her tone is playful enough...but from the faint miss clouding her azure hues, it's clear there's also a real fear lurking somewhere below, too. You do your best to assure her with a squeeze of her hand before cuddling up just a bit closer against her.

Marine snuggles up against you in turn, resting her head against your shoulder. "Sorry, heehee... Stupid question. But I just wanted to be sure. Men can be real jerks sometimes. And if you ask me, they deserve to be drowned in a bathtub without mercy. I'm glad you're different."

That was...oddly specific. But you're just going to pretend she didn't say that last part. For the sake of this tender, emotional, bonding moment between you.

"But...enough sappy stuff, huh?" she says as she lifts her face from your shoulder and peeks up at you with a flushed grin. With one little tap of her towel, it comes undone, revealing her body to you once more. She's quick to toss aside your own towel as she flops atop you with a kick of her fishtail. "How about we pick up where we left off~?"

...Indeed. Mermaids are truly insatiable creatures.

And tonight, it seems you'll find out just how many noise complaints it takes before you're kicked out of a hotel. Surely you'll be setting some kind of record?