It had to be a dream, a hallucination, the last delusion of a drowning man - fucking a mermaid, metres below the shimmering surface. A beautiful fishwife with long, red curls, plump, bare breasts and a soft, ravenous mouth full of sharp teeth, rubbing her slit tongue against his and whose kisses saved him from drowning. Closely nestled to him, her green iridescent fishtail wrapped around him, she led him to her hidden opening and pulled him inside, pushing and jerking against his sturdy form. The sailor groaned a gush of bubbles as he slid into her. Her embrace was tight and cool and slippery, a feeling he had never experienced before, deliciously tight and rough at the entrance, hot in her depths. At his back he felt the wooden parts of the wreck and it gave him support to thrust. He braced himself against it, pushed himself against the fishwife, deeper into her, and she moaned at his lips, her green eyes seeking his gaze. Was she able to speak? The sailor moaned again, felt his lungs burning, the heavy compulsion to breathe. His testicles contracted as he kept pushing deep into the cool, velvety gorge into which she had lured him, lust ran violently through him, heat gathered in his abdomen. And she, she twitched around him, her fishtail, muscular and scaly, wriggled and writhed, but he held her tight with strong hands and arms from which she could not escape. Salt water slowly filled his lungs, made him choke and squirm and lust turned into burning pain... and suddenly there were her soft lips on his again, giving him the life-saving breath, snatching him back from death and the sailor gasped into her mouth, choked, swallowed water, felt her tighten around him, clenching almost painfully tight, he came into her body, hard and hot and much and ...
suddenly awake.
