Our Hearts Agape (CasualVelociraptor x Cantarella)

[CasualVelociraptor]

Sunday, May 7th, 1893

While the cold, wild yet pristine northern country beaches of Stormaway Beach that Susan Kipps had grown up visiting with every note that she could scrape up were slowly disappearing beneath tourist trap boardwalks and hotel-shaped airships, this was still the quiet, bookish young woman’s refuge away from the world. It had been hard getting work with her young age and parents strict about keeping her at home and out of sight, and the work had been hard, so she needed this now more than ever.

But there had been no other choice. After her parents died of black fever when she was 15, her best friend Elissa Cobb and Elissa’s parents let her live with them rather than let the foster system take her. That allowed her to get a paper route on the SkyTram, which she rode with a grappling hook in one hand and her papers in the other. It was hard on her arms but about as good a job as one could hope for in Radiant City- indeed, all of Caledoria- with no experience. Better than the dreaded cesspits called Factory Row, or the whaling docks.

During all this time, she always paid for her own food and clothes, not wanting to feel like a burden to people who felt more family to her than her own family had been. Even her own train ticket on this, the one week they could afford to take off, had been paid entirely out of her own pocket. They were already working two jobs and helping their daughter with her “special condition,” a process that happened in the bathroom without Susan ever being able to see it, so Susan insisted. Other than that, Susan and Elissa did almost everything together, and had practically become like sisters.

Except...there were some things that Elissa had done over the years of living together that Susan wasn’t sure how to feel about. Long, lingering touches on her shoulders and arms. Little pokes on her nose. Kisses on her neck from behind. Tight hugs that made Susan shudder in a way she knew, from reading the Sacred Scrolls of the Order of Solstice, that she should not do if she wanted to live in the light of Father Vitalis (the greater of the twin suns of Emada) forever. And most importantly, intimate touches of her body that she gave to herself and wished her dearest Elissa would give to her, like a monster.

And yet the more concerning part was that, after they both turned eighteen in April, Elissa was becoming withdrawn. Susan asked if maybe something was up with her condition, but Elissa refused to answer until telling her after dinner to meet on their spot on the beach tonight after her parents went to sleep to talk. And now, on the first night of their 13th vacation here, the beach was indeed storming away. It was so pitch black that not even the false light of the evil moon Nefaris got through, and Susan struggled to see her friend as she called out for her with a desperation in her hollowed out heart.

 

[Cantarella]

For Elissa Cobb, the rocky shores of Stormaway Beach were the closest thing she had to a second home. The blue-haired youth peered out over the crests of the steel-grey tides, deep in contemplation. It was a prayerful, meditative sort of silence as she witnessed the foamy cresting of each crashing wave that beat itself fitfully upon the rocky soil. The day had been a dreary grey, a cold drizzle from the heavens misting the landscape. A light rain that was blessedly cool on her bare arms and neck, her skin pockmarked with gooseflesh that rose at the water's touch. The twin suns had sunk low on the horizon, and yet Nefaris offered no guiding, silvery light to illuminate her form, swathed in this shadowy hour. The heavy cloud cover betrayed nary a twinkle of the stars above, thick, darkly-lined clouds that hung heavy, pregnant with rain.

Elissa had shucked off her clothes, which lay neatly folded on a nearby rock, innately seeking out the blessed sensation of the rain alighting on her parched flesh. She stood, facing the ocean, in her chemise and corset, arms folded behind her back. A few tendrils had come loose from her pinned and braided hair, and the loose tendrils clung to her damp brow and cheeks, whipping once in awhile in the tidal wind.

Her mind was heavy. Heavy with unspoken truths, grown unbearable by the weight of her budding affections for her dear Susan. Her heart clenched at the very thought of her, heartbeat picking up fondly and tapping thinly in her neck and ears, her stomach alive with what felt like a thousand lightning bugs. She took a steadying breath to attempt to quell the unfamiliar sensation. This love, this affection alone, was forbidden. And yet she yearned for it, nay, burned for it. It was something she needed as much as air, as water. Damn what society had to say about it.

She had so much to say, so many heavy secrets to divulge, and there was no time like the present. She had a feeling, a deep foreboding, that something was about to happen, the world turned upside down.

Susan's beckoning cries were lost among the waves and wind, swallowed whole by the tempest, and yet, after the third or fourth exclamation of her name, Elissa finally turned about, her fine features cast in shifting shadows and light both. She saw her, her dearest Susan, picking her way across the shifting rocky sands, and a smile slowly curved Elissa's lips. She reached out, unfurling her arms from behind her back, reaching out to embrace Susan and hold her to her bosom.

"Susan." Her voice, so soft, almost a whisper, was nearly lost on the winds and waves crashing and howling around her. "You're here. I am so glad you found me."

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Susan finally found Elissa, and the blush that developed on the brunette’s face warmed her up as she spied her oldest friend’s entire body bared to the world and her bob got soaked in the rain. Much to the modest, quiet young woman’s chagrin and embarrassment, she had not thought to bring her swimsuit this late at night, and her dress did not handle being wet well.

Since Susan had thrown on her clothes in haste to finally learn what was eating at Elissa’s mind, she hadn’t put her corset on between her underwear and her dress, or any underwear on her smooth body either, just thrown her dress on over her nightie. And so, as she tossed aside the drenched garment to not catch her death, she was jumping down to the beach beside Elissa while wearing her soaked, sheer gown with one breast popped out. Small brown nipples on display on her delicately tanned body.

This was the view that awaited Elissa a second before her slightly shorter best friend jumped into her arms, weeping the whole time and absentmindedly kissing Elissa’s cheek in fervent reverence of the life that had brought so much joy into Susan’s.

“Oh, gods, Lissy...why did you have to go out in this horrible weather? Let’s go back inside, please! If anything happened to you, I couldn’t bear it. Don’t break my heart in half, dear Elissa. You can tell me anything, anywhere, anytime. Just tell me, before I come undone...what’s wrong? I want to help,” Susan stammered while attempting to coax her soul sister to stand up and walk to the house with her, then started to weep, her tears coming faster than the rain and watering Elissa’s face more as their foreheads touched. She didn’t care any more that the wet, thin fabrics of their clothes were the only thing separating their unvarnished, innocent forms. Susan only wanted to ensure that Elissa was alright.

“Let me.”

 

[Cantarella]

Elissa, windblown and the rain glistening on her skin, stood before the tumultuous surf. The limpid tendrils of her sapphire hair adhered to her wide, pale brow, her cheeks. The droplets of rain glistened like morning dew on her milky white skin, her chemise adhering wetly to her trussed bosom. Still, her features were inscrutable at Susan's dogged approach. Oh, by the gods, in the moonlight and sickly starlight, Susan was exquisite, the light and shifting shadow upon her form a sweet benediction. She, too, was becoming slick with the mist and rain, and Elissa had to pause to catch her breath, having forgotten to when faced with her friend's approaching form, the state of undress, and, further, that delicious breast presented to her. Elissa's fingers twitched in want. She yearned to reach out, to cup that bosom in her hand, to feel that delicate brown nipple going taut in her palm, or better, against her tongue...

That hand instead closed around Susan's shoulders as she pressed herself against Elissa, sobbing, pressing chaste kiss after chaste kiss upon her clammy cheek. Susan's warm tears, salty as the sea they stood before, dripped onto Elissa's face, and yet... And yet, Elissa's features remained stoic. Briefly, she bent at the knees, gripping the edge of her thick, woolen stockings and peeling them off. She tossed them away, landing on the rock with her outerwear. She slipped her hand into Susan's, pulling her further into the surf.

The water was bitter cold, the type of cold that would tear the breath from a human's lungs. The type of cold that hurt. Elissa waded out, barefoot, up to her knees in the surf, her fingers interlaced with Susan's.

"Oh, my dear, dear friend. Do not cry; you hurt me when you weep." She lamented, wiping away her tears with a hand. "I owe you this much." Elissa muttered cryptically, the rocky sand shifting beneath her toes. "My beautiful, dear Susie. I am so sorry. I've hidden from you for so long, and you deserve better. You deserve to know." Her mouth, her pretty, full mouth, curved into an enigmatic smile. She let go of Susan's hand, pushing further into the ocean, now up to her hips. Her bloomers and chemise floated serenely around her form.

Then, she turned over in the water. Before Susan's wide eyes, the lower half of Elissa's form seemed to shift and blur, forming together into a dolphin-like tail. A thick, muscular tail, grayish-blue in color, extending from just below the divot of her hidden navel to where her toes would have been. She remained, in stunned silence for some time. How would her dear sister react, having been kept in the dark about Elissa's true nature for so long? Would she hate her, now?

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Susan saw Elissa smile at last tonight, and it lightened her heart to be sure. But then, Elissa went into the ocean willingly, as if to joke with Susan- but this wasn’t funny in the slightest. What could possibly be worth not only freezing to death, but possibly drown in the notoriously rough seas here?!

And then everything made sense when Elissa grew a tail before her young friend’s bewildered eyes. The orphan rubbed her eyes to make sure this wasn’t some sort of hallucination or dream or waking nightmare. But when this didn’t go away...her mouth hung open. She’d heard of the existence of merfolk, of course, but never seen a mermaid before, let alone believed that her best friend could be one this whole time.

“Oh, honey...don’t be sorry,” she whispered as she dived into the water too, hypothermia be damned, and hugged her dearest bosom friend to her own chest. “Is...is this is your special condition that I’ve never been allowed to see or know about? Is this what you were so afraid of, my dear? I could never hate what you are...”

She then giggled, “But maybe you could have demonstrated this in our nice, warm bath instead? Let’s get back inside before your parents fret.” And then shivering overcome the slender eighteen year old and she had a hard time pulling herself out of the ocean as it began to thunder gloriously.

 

[Cantarella]

For a time, Elissa bobbed, weightless, in the tumultuous tides, bobbing serenely like a cork tossed adrift. There was no sound forthcoming from her, not for some time- Elissa focused solely on Susan's reaction to the lie she had been made to believe, for three long years now. To Elissa's relief, there was no anger evident on Susan's beautiful face. Only bewilderment as she rubbed her eyes with a rain-slicked fist, mouth open in a startled little 'o'.

Elissa's enigmatic smile grew wider, and wider still. Susan had not rejected her, as she had feared. In fact, the lithe young lady strode forward into the surf to join her, despite the cold, despite the crashing waves beating against her in an attempt to tear the girls apart, and damn the weeping skies above, the shrouded stars, the absent moon.

The touch of Susan's flesh against hers, the thin, drenched fabric of their underclothes the only barrier between them, was a balm. Elissa could keenly feel the warmth of her, and basked in her sweet fragrance. Elissa embraced her, hands encircling Susan's hips, her unbound waist, the scent of Susan's hair thick and intoxicating for the youthful mermaid. Elissa's slippery flesh radiated warmth into Susan's trembling frame, soothing her trembling paroxysms.

At length, Elissa drew back from their heated embrace, fixing Susan with eyes that reflected the shrouded skies above. She chewed her lip for some time, thinking of what to say, until the words spilled forth from her honeyed throat.
"Yes. I can only hope you will forgive me for hiding it from you, for all these years. I should have told you. Should have trusted you enough to believe you could bear the truth, the implications of it."

Elissa's hand lowered to eclipse Susan's, her fingers intertwining with hers as she formed her tail back into legs, the shapes blurred and obscured by the wait-high water churning about them. Fearing what the cold would do to Susan, Elissa guided her out of the surf, to the rocky shore. Her fingers fumbled over the wet material of her shift, clicking her tongue.

"Ah, Susan," she purred. "We're both drenched! Mama and Papa would be most displeased, should they see this..."
In spite of herself, Elissa's heart was pounding, pulse evident in the hollow of her throat, and she gulped thickly. Here, bathed in the glistening starlight, baptized in rain and brine, Susan had never been so beautiful.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Susan was soaked to the bone yet didn’t end up feeling cold, apparently as a result of Elissa’s embrace. She immediately thought it might be a result of how flushed she was by her heart-sister’s steady, strong hug and the lack of clothing. Both women could now see each other’s breasts, well lit through the oddly glowing rain, and the nipples that crowned them, so that made sense. Still, with how much new information the inquisitive girl had gotten in just the last few minutes, she wouldn’t be surprised if Elissa could generate body heat herself.

Then Susan got pulled out of the tide by the young, beautiful mermaid, and gasped as she took in the sight that she was forbidden to marvel at, that she knew she would paint as soon as she got the chance tomorrow morning. And she could no longer hide now that Elissa had finally dropped her walls, revealing who she was. But she was also so, so scared to do what she was now about to do; that perhaps it would make their next moves too dangerous.

“Let’s not keep these wet clothes on, then, so that we don’t have so much water clinging to our bodies,” Susan gulped, then tossed her pajamas and underwear over her shoulder. She gave Elissa to take in all of her before running towards the house while Luke and Mary slept soundly, unaware of the mischief their daughters were up to.

 

[Cantarella]

Susan, freed of the vague obfuscation of her drenched clothing, stood in glorious resplendence for the span of several heartbeats. She was a goddess, Elissa was certain; a bronzed statuette, an idol, the very fleshy avatar of the divine. Why was her form so tempting, tonight of all nights? Elissa had seen her stripped to the flesh before, numerous times. But tonight, something about her dear sister elicited something else within her; the sight took the breath right out of her lungs, and she felt her cheeks and the tips of her ears burning. What Elissa did not know was that she desired her Susan, in a way she had never desired anyone else. Neither woman nor man.

Elissa had always been the chaste sort, never having so much as kissed anyone else. She supposed it would have been a blessed relief to her parents; she was, after all, a relatively well-off young lady, and chastity was a virtue not oft shared by young ladies her age. But tonight, on the rocky shore of the tumultuous beach, adrift in the cold tides, the budding affection she had had for her sister had awakened, an inferno in her belly, a sweet ache in her core that caused the mermaid to draw her thighs inward to press at the cloven place betwixt her legs, a place that thrummed most queerly in a sense of want she had never before experienced. At least, not to this degree.

Elissa stooped to pick up her discarded shoes and stockings and her gown from the rock that bore them. Her chemise was trapped beneath her stiff corset, trapping it to her flesh, the once necessary barrier between flesh and garment a hindrance. She was not cold; her body heat was higher, given her heritage, but it rubbed in a most chafing way. Her cast-off clothes gathered, she chased behind Susan, an esoteric smile etched upon her visage, a queer upward curve of her pink lips.

The trek back to the house was a short one. Giggling, the two girls shushed each other, leaving puddles of water through the foyer, down the hall, and up the stairs to the bathroom. Once there, Elissa perched on the edge of the great clawed tub and turned on the warm water faucet to fill it with warm water. She slipped her hand underneath the bottom front edge of her corset, drawing out her strings, and untied the knot that held the tension.

With practiced, deft fingers, Elissa reached behind her own back to grab each little X where the corset strings wove together, pulling them looser and looser, up and down her back, until, at last, the corset fell away, landing in a damp heap on the bathroom floor. She shrugged out of her chemise, her bloomers next, until she, too, was nude, but her skin bearing the indentations of where the corset lay just moments prior.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Susan felt very fortunate that her job as a paperfly didn’t demand that she wear anything like the elaborate corset that Elissa sported. She only ever wore her corset with family and it was a much simpler, more relaxed model.

In fact, she was starting to suspect that these kinds of jobs- and to Caledoria’s credit, there were no jobs that were officially barred for women, even Empress- were where women willing to flaunt conviction worked to avoid crushing expectations, as she’d only ever seen her fellow paperflies dressed in more comfortable clothing. And, she also swore, received something akin to flirting underneath heavy code speak.

The more pressing question to Susan, as she saw her sister stripped down to it, was why Elissa wore a corset. Why Elissa restrained herself so in a prison made of her own clothing, when she didn’t have many friends, certainly had never dated anyone, and hardly left the house.

But that question was rapidly answered once Elissa finally stepped out of the wet whalebone ribs that held back her breasts- and Susan beheld her graceful ivory figure up close. She’d seen Elissa like this, of course, since this wasn’t the first night they’d bathed together, or even held each other closely while shorn of all cloth barriers.

But now, with the heavy scale of childhood innocence lifted off her eyes, Susan stared. Stared at each indent the ties of red thread left behind on her sister’s back. Gawked at each curve around the swell of her breasts, the slender swoop of her sides. And most importantly, gave thanks with her heart for the adorable dips of her hip bones above her mound, pointing Susan to her darling Elissa’s very maidenhood.

But Susan somehow managed to avert her eyes. She needed to look Elissa in the eyes as her sister submerged in the bathwater and grew her tail back, rather than observing the change too closely. What she was about to say was too important to not have all her focus.

Susan slipped into the bathtub now, the fact that little Elissa now had a four foot tail to contend with meaning the sisters were now more snugly pushed together, both warmed by Elissa’s high temperature without needing to use hot water. That their breasts now touched for the first time since they each became aware, in their own bloom, of how good touch there could be. That Susan’s heated core now was in direct contact with Elissa’s smooth but firm dolphin-like tail. And that their lips were inches away...

“Look, uh, Elissa...whether it was advisable to do that while in a big, dark thunderstorm or not, you did a brave thing by telling me a secret that deep. Well, it doesn’t come with any perks, like a cute tail, but I have a secret of my own.”

Susan looked up at the candle on the ceiling and gulped down enough air to say it. Then she burst into tears with her head nuzzled into the crook of while sniffing, “I...I desire you. No, I lust for you. It’s so shameful! My own sister...I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and I don’t blame you for hating me, being appalled with me even, for I have done an appalling thing by being so lascivious.”

 

[Cantarella]

The manifold dichotomy between the two girls did not escape Elissa's notice. Susan was slender as a reed and kissed by the sun; Elissa, on the other hand, already bore the feminine curves of a woman, her own pale flesh a benediction from the moons, the pale, distant stars like a string of electric lights in the heavens. Susan was a working-class young lady, Elissa a sheltered aristocrat, whiling away her hours with rhetoric coaches, dancing lessons, and, perhaps scandalously, fencing lessons. The latter was more suitable for aristocratic boys, along with marksmanship, but Elissa had insisted. She was a capable duelist with epee, estoc, and rapier in equal measures, her footwork light and her form dexterous, her strikes measured and quick, more defensive than outright offensive. It was like a game of chess; wait for the opportune moment to strike. Wait for the enemy to show his hand, and take full advantage of the blunder.

While Elissa's "condition", as it were, prevented her from venturing far from her gilded cage, she took full advantage of the privileges granted to someone of her social standing. She was learned; she was a force to be reckoned with, with a blade in her hand; and though she had never ventured so far as to seek companionship in anyone but her sister, she was rarely lonely. She had her books, she had her blade; and most importantly, she had her Susie.

Elissa's form, while not unfamiliar to Susan, had never been her true one. Not fully, for she was not made of the same stuff that Susan was. She was a child of the sea, the song of the tides born in her blood, upon her lilting voice. She perched on the lip of the tub for a moment before slipping within the great, clawed, porcelain thing, nary a ripple in the water noting her passage. She willed her tail to re-form beneath the murky water, the milky expanse of her thighs and calves forming together until the seam was no longer visible, instead replaced by an expanse of rubbery, slick flesh. And, as before, her eyes darkened, the sclerae a vast expanse of black with the stars reflected within.

Seeking the comfort of her Susie's form, Elissa draped her tail out and over the lip of the tub, her bosom pressed to her soul-sister's, those lips seeming to beckon, until...

Until the admission, pouring forth like mana sent from Heaven, like honey from Susan's sweet throat.

Unbidden, as if drawn by sheer instinct, Elissa gripped Susan's shoulders in her pale hands, bearing her close to embrace her, shushing her gently, wanting at first to rock her back and forth until the tears stopped. How many times had she done just that, she wondered; held the poor orphaned girl close while she wept for what she had lost? But this... this was different. Different, but wholly refreshing, something new and beautiful.

She drew away from Susan, fixing her strange gaze upon her face, gone ruddy from the heat of the bath and her tears in equal measures. And she spoke, at long last.

"Oh, my dear, sweet Susie," she murmured, bending forward to place gentle, chaste kisses upon her brow, upon her cheek. "My darling, sun-kissed Susan, avatar of summer. I feel the same way for you, my dear sister. I have, for such a long time, but like you... I kept it close to my breast. Just as I hid my nature from you, I concealed my love you you." She smiled then, and reached beneath the water to interlace her fingers with Susan's.

"Now, please. Kiss me, or I may die of longing."

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Lucas Cobb had once been the sole heir to the great Cobb-Meizenreiner fortune, including millions of acres of pristine country forest, the Cobb’s Cod fishery empire, and a lifetime appointment to the Imperial Senate as the Count of Meize-Geibien (Land of Meizen)- one of the oldest of said peerages, dating back more than a millennium to the year 759 AC. Then his father, Theodore Cobb-Meizenreiner, caught him with a servant girl, Mary Edinar (a mermaid and a distant relation to Ultrech Edinar who founded the town and Public Sanatorium named after him, but not one of any standing). But he was in love, so he disowned his father and the Meizenreiner half of him before Theodore could do the same, married Mary in secret, and sired a beautiful baby girl- Elissa, after her grandmother, who had first come to land to seek opportunity.

Working class though they became, Luke had saved up enough to buy a comfortable flat in what he’d known as a kid as AltoLand, now officially called Inventors Green. The lush spot of green in a city surrounded by dampfsteel and steam had been the site of many a decennial Royal Artistic Industrial and Scientific Expedition, would be the site of RAISE 1893 in June of this year, and thus was a safe place to raise children if one could afford it. Even though he worked a hard, callousing job selling his famous Midvadirian sabertooth whale wraps out of a popular cart called Savor+Cakes in South Bend, he still wanted to spoil his darling little Lissy, shower her with attention from her parents rather than the nursemaids, nannies, and governesses he’d received. Oratory, dancing, fencing, marksmanship, whatever her heart desired, he found a way to procure; if not by payment, then by bartering, usually with a free sandwich.

Susan had never been jealous of that. For one thing, Lucas and Mary never loved her any less, despite knowing Elissa for longer. For another, Elissa never acted privileged despite the few luxuries afforded to her. That humility was one thing Susan loved dearly about Lissy. And thirdly, Susan was not interested in most of Elissa’s hobbies apart from shooting. She had plenty of other activities that she enjoyed with her new father as well; fishing, cycling, drawing, even going for the occasional ride in one of those fancy new aeroplanes everyone was talking about, and that were quickly rivaling airships for dominion of the skies. Mary was a little more withdrawn, preferring to read quietly and write...something (she never revealed what), perhaps go on a family hike or swim every once in a while, but Susan never begrudged her her solitude either, and often read next to her.

The one indulgence Susan had allowed herself was on April 8th, when she’d celebrated her birthday four days late to coincide with Elissa’s actual birth date with her new family. After the traditional chocolate tophams had been eaten by the four of them, she was given some money to go out on the town with two of her fellow paperflies, Jesse and Kelly.

Luke assumed that she’d be drinking at her first pub since she was now old enough to do so at 18. But they surprised her by instead taking her to a Cleinsia, a public bath (one of a chain of such) located just between Inventors Green and South Bend that her parents, and later the Cobbs, had never brought her to because she was not of age for such. Susan only realized why when she saw everyone disrobe and publicly bathe together by the thousands, and her cheeks turned red once she saw Jesse’s voluptuous breasts beneath her fiery red hair...and her penis. Her arousal was only made worse by Kelly’s tanned, toned figure.

Entry to the Cleinsia was free to the public, but her friends had rented her a private hot tub for the evening, treated Susan to a whaling trawler’s worth of steam-treated drinks, and also Any. Type. Of food they wanted, delivered to a floating table in the middle of the pool by restaurants eager for the exposure. When Susan objected, wondering how they could afford all this on a paperfly’s hourly notes, they grinned and whispered that they moonlit as prostitutes. At first Susan laughed it off, like they’d been joking. And then they took her up to a room in the same building that they’d also paid for, and revealed their last birthday present. All they needed as recompense was her virginity, which she gave gladly.

All and sundry had had fun, and she’d learned a lot about how to pleasure both women and receive it in return, but the next morning Susan had felt sick to her stomach. Firstly, she had been deathly afraid of the Church of Solstice (which they’d attended in their neighborhood, as it was the state religion and nearly unavoidable, but the Cobbs were not by any stretch a very religious household), and had now committed a Dark Deed by rutting with her own kind, which would surely cast her into the Void. Second, after going through so much pain in her life, Susan didn’t know if she truly deserved any form of happiness. Or even if she did, whether it would be permanent.

Last, and most uncomfortable for her, Susan had regretted that she had not been with Elissa that birthday night. Wrong though it may have been, she had always deeply desired for her first kiss, her first melting in the arms of another, to be with her Lissy, and had thrown away her purity in a fit of loneliness and carnal hunger.

All three reasons exploded like a mid-flight airship collision in Susan Kipps’ heart when Elissa confessed reciprocal feelings for her. She’d never even dared to dream that her best and oldest friend would return her affections, and was wondering if this was a dream. But she knew it was not; now that fact made her bite her lip from nerves, set every inch of skin on fire, especially between their breasts, and yet pulled a cornerstone out of the wall around her heart.

Why would she ever love you like that? her doubt nagged, to which she thought back, boldly-

Why not? Perhaps Elissa has always struggled with her heart in the same manner.

You cannot possibly be attractive to her. She just wants to give you a pity kiss.

I had a threesome a month ago with two gorgeous women; I AM desirable and it’s amazing that such a beautiful flower as Elissa longs for me.

But what happens when she finds out you whored yourself out to literal whores? Surely then you’ll be dirty, used goods to her. Who would want to be with a slut, after all?

I am an adult, no one got hurt, and Elissa wants ME for all of me. She would never be so shallow as to reject me because I had sex before.

You’ll both go to the Void and be tortured by Darkness for eternity. Is that really worth one night of bestial lust?

YOU go to the Void! She’s worth a thousand eternities!

Susan could delay her soul with doubt no longer. She needed Elissa as anyone needed water to drink; and after such a long trip through the desert, Susan finally laid her hands on the small of her sister’s back, pressed her lips to Elissa’s as she had begged, and took deep draughts of their devotion.

It seemed as if the kiss was over far too quick, while in the moment it had frozen time itself. When they finally parted, Susan rested her head on Elissa’s delicate collarbone and sighed, “I- I want to make sure we both understand what we want. That...do...I- will you make love with me?”

She could feel Elissa’s mer cloaca opening and throbbing with arousal for her, but she wanted to be certain before doing anything they might both regret.

 

[Cantarella]

Elissa never would have guessed her first kiss would be with another woman. Especially not with a women who had become her sister. In spite of all the teachings she had heard, muttered litanies from bent old crones behind ornately-wrought brass and wood pulpits, she had fallen for one of her own kind. Well- perhaps not her own kind in the strictest sense of the word, for her Susie was human, and Elissa was a mermaid. But rather, one of her kind insofar as both of them were young ladies. But, as their lips met, all of Elissa's anxieties fell away in that magical moment. Damn what the Church would have to say, and damn her family name as well. Could something that felt so divine truly be a sin? Or, she wondered, was that how one ended up in the Void, consumed by the heady, carnal desires of the flesh?

This kiss, this melding of Susan's lips over hers, ignited an inferno between Elissa's fused thighs, set her womanhood to quivering and pulsing in an altogether unfamiliar way. What was this, she mused? She had felt it to a degree before, yes, but never this strong, as her sex seemed to bear its own heartbeat. She had, in her youth, pressed her fingers to that sacred space in the darkest hours of the night, hidden under her duvet, the cloven place betwixt her thighs in her human form, digits probing until, high up, she found a little fleshy bead, and the passage of the pads of her fingers had elicited what felt like an electrical shock through her core. First, something so strong, so visceral, that she had startled herself, legs spasming, fingers and toes curling, breath hitching in the night air. A moan had risen on her lips, torn from some deep, animalistic part of her. But this was not pain, no. It was something altogether different, wholly sweet. And she had craved more.

She had carried herself past climax, again and again, that night, until she was wholly spent, gasping, ruddy-cheeked, her heartbeat in her ears. And she had never had a night of sleep so deep, nor dreams so sweet as she had on that night.

This kiss, this first contact of lips upon lips, was exactly the sort of magic that Elissa had read about in the forbidden books she had squirreled away under her bed, purchased for next to nothing with her spending money from dubious vendors. Tales oft condemned by the Church as sacrilegious, as they "aroused the prurient interest of the populace". But as it turned out, Elissa was in the market for having her prurient interests not only aroused, but gratified.

The kiss was chaste at first, little pecks returned upon Susan's upturned lips, like the arrogant mouth of some indifferent goddess, Elissa melting into her sister's arms, all fins and tangled, limpid sapphire-blue tresses adhering moistly to her moon-pale flesh. She would have been content to be there, in the tub, her lips pressed to Susan's, for all of eternity, but with all things, the contact ended, leaving Elissa hungry for more.

The question was a simple one, but the implications were not lost upon the young mermaid. She shifted again, drawing her tail back within the confines of the tub, her dark eyes cast askance. She felt such a desire that it was akin to a need, an unquenchable thirst. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her ears, the pulse evident in the hollow of her throat. She swallowed thickly.

"Please. I want you to be the one to take my maidenhead." It came as a whisper, desperate, near keening. "But I- I don't know how. Show me?"

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Susan had probably stolen the same lurid books from their father as Elissa had bought without even knowing it (also without knowing that their parents’ marriage had been sexless for six years, and that the only thing either was seeing were clinically prescribed “muscular massage” implements for him and her). These were usually pornographic “parodies” of the Abigail Woods adventure novels they both used to read as kids, that just about skirted the legal line of what constituted acceptable parody as such without outright stealing the intellectual property of the long dead author, Helen Dinah Gold.

The other source of lurid entertainment for Susan as a developing woman were the dime store novels loosely based on the publicly known exploits of the world’s most famous private detective, Alice Guthrie. Their overall purpose was not to titillate- they were proper stories, with plot, characterization, etc. Still, they had explicit scenes, sometimes between Alice and some prostitute she needed to extract information from, or more often between her and her psychotic serial killer ex-girlfriend, Elizabeth Jersey, who she had committed to a public asylum in real life and with whom she kept an on-again, off-again love/hate flame going on the pages of the many, many stories.

Sometimes it made Susan want to scream that Alice deserved someone better and imagine herself in Alice’s place, or mentally replace Alice with Elissa and comfort her over having to finally end it once and for all with Elizabeth Jersey. Other times she just gave in to the undeniable heat the anonymous (probably because this was unlicensed and Alice would sue him or her) author could sense between the two of them when they put aside law and crime and hate-fucked each other.

And yet Susan’s method of bringing herself to body roiling ecstasy was entirely different. She’d accidentally wrapped herself too tightly against her blankets, yet noticed that the pressure that created against her firming, feminine button was divine. And so she gyrated her hips in a dance as old as life itself up and down, UP and DOWN, upanddownupanddownupandfuuuuckingdownnnnnugh, lost completely in the rhythm until she discovered, for a fraction of instant, a secret all her own that brought joy unimaginable prior. A pocket of time where she could expel her beloved’s name out of her lungs without fear.

And this she did again gladly upon hearing her sister’s honeyed plea.

“Elissssaaaa,” Susan whispered against Lissy’s elegant neck, her vocal cords trembling as they unwound the tension of a love that dared not to speak its name. “I would be honored to make you a woman. My woman, you understand? For I hope you don’t mind if I need to keep this beautiful discovery all for myself. If I make you the happiest I possibly can in this new way every single night, by touching your most secret place every single chance you give me to do so.”

Susan now kissed all over Elissa’s marble sculpted face, neck and collarbone with increasing vigor, whilst slowly dragging the now undeniably firmed source of her desire against Elissa’s longer, narrower, thalassic slot. She had intended to keep this languid pace throughout her journey south on her sister’s body, but she could chain herself down no longer.

While her clitoris had grazed across Elissa’s lips and hole, she had noticed that her sister’s folds had sucked it as deep inside as it could do to such a small protrusion, nearly driving Susan out of her mind. So Susan reared up and examined her darling’s womanhood in more detail. Located just where her smooth gray muscles gave way to flawless pale skin, it was amazing how human it looked, especially now that it was aroused and puffing up so much. But at the same time it seemed a good deal more muscular than a human woman's, judging by how strongly it quivered with her arousal.

And as she tried to make it out in the rapidly dimming light filtering into the cavern she realized Elissa’s vagina was in fact now gaping wide like a mouth waiting to be fed, her juices drooling into the bathtub. And under the formerly thickened surface the insides of her vaginal lips and beyond looked soft and sensitive as could be.

Putting an investigative finger past the lips of her vagina caused them to rapidly close around it and begin a powerful series of caresses, squeezes, and suctions. Susan moaned deeply while struggling a bit to remove her finger. Once she had done so the lips opened wide again, looking once more like a mouth begging to be filled.

It made sense now why so many bipedal sailors, mostly human men (but also any manner of sentients ranging from elves to orcs to dragonlings) longed to insert themselves deeply and fully into a mermaid. Whereas mermen sometimes had to be careful not to injure land dwelling women because they had a long, flexible penis while in the water that could sometimes be too big, mermaids had evolved specifically to grip and suck such long members while mating at high speeds in the water and never let her go until they inevitably surrendered their seed.

And so Susan set right to work, suckling on the big, firm center of Elissa’s pleasure with her own mouth that had had some practice while inserting one and then two fingers into an eager hole hoping futilely to get some sperm in the bargain.

 

[Cantarella]

If this was the Dreamscape promised by the Church, Elissa had no intention of returning to wakefulness.

The sermons had called this act sinful unless in the confines of marriage between man and woman, for the sole purpose of procreating. That anything else was an aberration, a heresy, and abomination. In no particular order. A distasteful disobedience of the Will of the Divine Family, a subversion if the grand design. An act like this, not just between two women, but two sisters, each of a different race... it was outrageous. A subversion of everything the faith spoke against.

But as far as Elissa was concerned, as her sister climbed atop her and dragged her own slit across Elissa's, the moan that escaped her lips was akin to a prayer, but of a different sort: a supplication to the sanctuary of the flesh, not some distant, celestial overseer who would seek to keep her cowed, in some loveless marriage of convenience to some brute who would do naught but keep her perpetually enceinte, one babe after the other to be handed off to a governess to be raised by the hands of another.

The thought soured Elissa's stomach.

Instead, she sought succor in the presence of her sister, crawled atop her in the warm bath, with the ends of Elissa's tail slung over the lip of the ceramic, clawed tub, flippers twitching inches above the tiled floor of the bathroom. Her soft abdomen, still bearing the red indentations of her cast off corset, twitched and heaved with her want- no, this was far beyond want, she reckoned. This was a need, as visceral and necessary as food, of water. Elissa's head fell back on her neck, eyes drifting closed.

This had to have been beyond the Dreamscape. There were no tales of experiences like this, where one could feel their soul swelling within their breast, carried upon their heartbeat. A heart agape.

She swallowed thickly. Had she had legs at the moment, they would have splayed wide, facilitating Susan's passage betwixt them, spreading herself wide for her fingers, her lips to wrap around her large, overdeveloped clitoris. Elissa's hand drifted, lower, lower, to entangle in Susan's russet locks, encouraging that delightful tongue, her nimble, skillful fingers to probe untouched depths within the young, virginal mermaid.

"Yes, yes, please... Oh my god, Susan, this feels so...." She was cut off by a moan, her yawning maw of a vagina pulsing around Susan's fingers, drawing her in and up with each pump of her fingers, her large clitoris pulsing and quivering, her entire quim engorged with blood, craving more, more. Her back arched, tail flexing in want, the ends giving a little thrash against the bottom of the tub, evidenced by little slapping noises as her limpid fins spasmed against the ceramic in the throes of her want.

"S-Susie, I-" She let out a guttural moan, feeling the moisture rise within her, her hot walls sucking and pulling at Susan's fingers.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Susan had always read that the moon, Nefaris, tried to steal the light and beauty of her sister, the blue dwarf star Daughter Luminis, because she was jealous of her beauty, and so was cursed by Father Vitalis, the stronger yellow star, to be a house of evil, of Darkness magic forever, as opposed to the good Dreamscape. Forever creating nightmares as opposed to pleasant dreams. But Susan perhaps mused that Nefaris had only wanted to hold her sister close forever, in forbidden love such as she was feeling now for darling Elissa, and had been hated and feared for it by their own father. Perhaps if they had allowed to be free, Emada would be lit up by love instead of hatred.

For she was "stealing" light from Elissa's heart, and her heart was agape at the same time from all the love pouring forth, her cup frothing, overflowing with pure joy. And how could she not? Here was the most wonderful person she had ever known, making the sweetest sounds, her sexy body writhing with pleasure, all of which she, Susan Kipps, was causing her. Susan felt honored, prideful, lusty...all at the same time. And as soon as Elissa's tail started flexing and flapping harder, faster, more wantonly, Susan knew that the end was nigh for her beloved. Some small part of her brain still couldn't quite believe that she was about to do something so salacious to the woman who might as well have been her twin, they were so close. She also wondered if she would regret it once the chase was over; if, after all this touching and rash action, something about their relationship would break.

But all that changed when Elissa prayed out her name. Susan redoubled the efforts of her fingers even as it seemed like Elissa's vagina would swallow her whole if she wasn't careful. To add to this, she circled the massive clit once again with her free thumbs and sucked on Elissa's nipples, only deviating her gaze from her appointed task to bring her eyes up at Elissa's own in order to communicate without any words pure, unadulterated desire the entire time.

Words, nonetheless, spilled from Susan's panting mouth under her breath, so as not to rouse their parents. "It's okay, Elissa. Just relax and give in. Cum for me, my little Lissy. I love you so much, and I want nothing more in this world than your ecstasy! Cum for me! Cum! Please, baby, cum!"

 

[Cantarella]

How much of this moisture was seeping from her, Elissa wondered? How much of it was the water of the tub, her nectar flowing into it and the warm water around the two young ladies bearing it away. Like the sea from whence Elissa had come, and to the sea she may ultimately return. Like the tempestuous, surging tides of Stormaway Beach, the very site of Susan's admission of affection to the young mermaid. The place where the two girls embraced in the icy sea, stripped down to their unmentionables, their warm bodies pressed together, belly to belly, bosom to bosom, lips together in sweet surrender as the tides crashed around them.

Susan tasted of sunshine, Elissa mused. Of fresh fruit and all the sweetness the season had to offer. Her beloved sister was summer incarnate, with her bronzed skin and hair like fallen autumn leaves. In contrast, Elissa was winter, with her marble-pale skin, her sapphire hair and her dark eyes.

Just as Susan was hers, right now, Elissa was Susan's, writhing and gasping beneath her sister's loving ministrations, the strong muscles of her vagina sucking in Susan's nimble fingers, her large, well-developed clit throbbing beneath Susan's thumbs, so, so eager. At the time, it did not even occur to Elissa just how Susan knew how to please another woman; and even if it had, would it be so far-fetched that her sister had, at some point, read some salacious materials? The same sort of trashy novels that Elissa herself had so often enjoyed? It wasn't far-fetched at all to think that, at some point, the plucky working girl had pilfered the books Elissa had been so careful to conceal under her bed. The girls had always shared everything, friends first and foremost, sisters after that.

And now, something even further than those bonds. Something more. Something so beautiful that tears sprang to Elissa's eyes.

As Susan's mouth clamped over Elissa's small, dime-sized, flesh-toned nipples, they went taut, the sensation a fine mixture of pain and pleasure. Elissa lowered her hand to entangle in Susan's hair, even as her back arched up deliciously as her release became imminent. Her muscular tail went rigid, and her arms tensed to either side of her, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Susie, Susie, I- I'm-" She couldn't finish the thought as her orgasm washed over her, the sensations too much for her to bear any longer. Susan's sweet, hot mouth, her skillful fingers playing on all the right spots, her voice, huskily compelling the virginal young mermaid to release, all for her. Any shame Elissa may have had fell away as she came, the sensation like a thunderclap, a wave of warmth engulfing her, from the quim up. Her slit pulsed and tightened hard around Susan's probing fingers, dragging them in and up, to the mouth of her womb, expecting in some animalistic, visceral way to be filled, even though, of course, no such thing was forthcoming.

She shivered, biting her lip to hold back a cry as her eyes rolled and her tail went taut. She spasmed for several seconds, a great paroxysm of shuddering, as she came the hardest she ever had, all because of her sister, her friend, her confidant, and now, her lover. She planted affectionate kiss after affectionate kiss along Susan's jawline, across her neck, sagging back into the warmth of the water.

She caught her breath, her vision coming back into focus after some time, and her lips curved upward once more, a pink arc. "Susan, that was..." She breathed. "I want to- to pleasure you too. Would you permit me? Show me how? I've never-" She gulped thickly, averting her eyes, cheeks burning.

"I want to make you feel good too, my darling. Just as you've bequeathed upon me such pleasure."

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

“And you will, you will, sweetie,” Susan panted in response to Elissa’s first statement as she pulled her fingers out of her own sister’s cunt and began tasting her effluence. The tart cream filling her with even more hunger and also some guilt. After all, everyone had told her that what she’d just done was a violation- not only corrupting her own heart, but her sister’s innocence, as.

Somehow, she’d internalized that this brought down their worth as women in the eyes of both their species. That she was going to be condemned to darkness and isolation upon her death for all eternity, in the trash heap where only the dishonored dead and those who dishonored, sullied, dirtied themselves in life would end up. And not only that, but Elissa was doomed to join her.

And so, Susan could have- should have, really- stopped it there. Susan’s soul was already blackened by Darkness because of this one mistake. It was too late for her. But at least Elissa could just be an unwitting victim of Susan’s unnatural appetites, and perhaps be given a partial reprieve if the secret of this night ever reared its ugly head. Given a chance to be truly happy, instead of fleetingly so.

But then Elissa cooed at her, "I want to make you feel good too, my darling. Just as you've bequeathed upon me such pleasure” after giving such soft, sweet kisses all over her face. All resistance to letting her Lissy do whatever she liked melted away upon her warm words.

Fuck it. To the Void with me, then, as long as she’s with me.

“You’re already doing it, honey. Just by kissing me, holding me, and making me feel safe, you’re already turning me on,” Susan gasped as she guided her sister’s dainty hand over her pulsing slit. “Do you feel that? That means I want you to touch it. But, not right away, love. Just kiss and touch and rub everywhere you might think to if it was you, as our bodies are so similar that you just need to treat me like you would yourself. That way I’ll be close before you even go inside me.”

 

[Cantarella]

In time, the overwhelming pleasure ebbed away from Elissa, leaving her muscles lax, a delicious throbbing in her most sacred, most treasured, of places. A place that had previously been untouched, and now surrendered to not just to another woman, but her foster sister of all people. Was this pleasure the thing that the Church had forbidden, had so loudly denounced, Elissa wondered? How could it be, she pondered further, adrift in the delicious afterglow of her first orgasm gifted to her by another? Is this how one was damned, having fallen for the temptations of the flesh? But this was more than that, she knew. This went beyond simple lust, beyond clumsy fumbling in the night, a hasty roll in the sheets before parting. How could this be forbidden, when men and women got up to all sorts of debauchery within the sacred confines of marriage, only to be forgiven because they were male and female, bound by matrimony? How was that fair? How did that make any sense?

None of that mattered now, or ever would again. If this was a mortal sin, than may she be damned. She'd gladly be condemned to the house of evil, so long as her Susie was at her side. She had never been particularly faithful to begin with; none of the Cobbs had been, and frankly, Elissa was a bit of a skeptic. Being of a more bookish sort, she had asked questions the clergy had been uncomfortable with, and all from a young age. All the same, the Church had influenced her, as it had all of Emada, dictating the rules of propriety and virtue.

Virtue that Elissa was all too eager to throw away. Why would distant, uncaring astrological bodies care what she did, who she loved, or who she fucked and was fucked by?

Elissa giggled softly, continuing to bathe her Susie with her kisses, soft lips gliding across her cheekbones, her brow, to Susie's own lips, her fingers at her sister's slit, two fingers upon her much smaller pearl of pleasure, situated above, giving pulses in tune with her quickened heartbeat. Their anatomy wasn't so different, she noted; the only difference was that Susan's clit was so much smaller, easily buried by her silken folds. And her slot was shorter, and did not yawn open when aroused. It remained compact, prettily contained. Like a flower slowly blooming. Much to Elissa's wonderment.

"I want to- to try something." Elissa admitted, swallowing thickly, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks, coloring her alabaster flesh. "Would you allow me to use my mouth, my darling?"

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

“Allow you? Allow you?” Susan asked and broke out into laughter. Some of it was involuntary from just how much happiness Elissa had inflicted on her, not to mention the pleasure faintly rippling across her body as she became more and more aroused. But it also sounded like the most ridiculous thing in the world. Of course she would let her sexy little Lissy go to town on her; that was what she had dreamed of, day and night, for several years now.

But then again, Susan realized that Elissa was still so vulnerable, so...unconfident with herself. If Elissa saw herself with Susan’s eyes, her head would be so inflated with ego that Elissa would have a hard time getting out of bed. But Susan now knew that if she wanted Elissa to feel the same about herself, she had to be a bit more careful with her word choices, a little less rough-hewn than the streets of Radiant had taught her to be.

“Of course I will. Such a thoughtful question, though. You have all of the right instincts,” Susan shuddered and moaned as Elissa touched her pussy while kissing her, making her wet like a pro, but more importantly, unbelievably safe. “Just take your time, follow my lead and I’ll shower your adorable face with all my love...a love you deserve for all your support and your sweetness and your- you...ness. Sorry, I’m not great with words right now.” Susan now quietly sobbed with irrepressible joy while holding Lissy close.

“Now, please, lick me, my lovely Lissa, before I burst,” Suzy pleaded.

 

[Cantarella]

Susan's consent was all that Elissa needed. Or had ever wanted, her heart swelling with joy, a joy that threatened to overflow. A grin curved Elissa's soft, pink lips, at first a delicate skyward curvature until it became wolfish and hungry. Her tongue slipped out past those lips, moistening them before slipping in again, to inside her hot, pink mouth. She was intoxicated by something altogether different from wine, but nonetheless potent, her head swimming with lust for her beloved Susie.

Elissa bent forward, placing a kiss over Susan's pretty lips as she shifted her body sideways, her tail once again submerged in the warmth of the bath, the muscular, sleek thing bent upwards and back upon itself, her fins lying upon her backside as she slipped backwards on her belly to facilitate Susan's own movement to receive Elissa's tongue. Placing kiss after kiss upon Susan's lips, then her jaw, down her throat and between her pert breasts, she peered up at her occasionally as she took one of Susan's thighs in each hand, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh there. One further kiss and lick upon her small, brown nipples, before Elissa made a trail down her belly with the tip of her nose, her hot breath evaporating upon the sensitive flesh of her belly, until, finally, at last, Elissa breathed upon her mound.

Elissa parted Susan's legs, and then ducked beneath the surface of the water, her gills flaring on the sides of her neck as she took a breath, drawing oxygen from the water and letting it oxygenate her blood directly. With one final upward flick of her dark eyes, Elissa extended her tongue, and, exactly as she had read in her books, ran it slowly up the length of Susan's needy, pulsing slit before she licked again, this time cradling the pearl of Susan's clit on the tip of her tongue. She followed the anatomy, first starting on the outer branches of Susan's clit, following it with her tongue, before shifting her attention up, to the bead itself, her touch delicate, so delicate, so as not to overstimulate it, flicking her tongue over it gently to get it accustomed to the pressure.

With her other hand, Elissa reached below, to the quim itself, her fingers gently tracing it, readying to push inward.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Elissa's first, tentative licks on Susan's quivering slot imbued only a little bit of electricity into Susan's body, especially since water was not a great lubricant for either of them. However, Susan recognized that Elissa was being delicate at first to not overwhelm her, and appreciated that. It was the cooled spit on her nipples and the other places where Elissa kissed, the visual of Elissa's head underwater, breathing easily as she tasted of her sister's forbidden fruit, the other visual of her tail above water, bent onto herself in such an animal way; and then finally the fingers on Susan's petals that made her really tremble.

Was she really about to do this? To let her own sister (adopted or no) take her? To become her woman, lover to fuck- no, make love, as that was more a Jesse and Kelly thing- as she pleased? Now came a final, pitched battle between competing thoughts in her head. One voice cried out to let the Church doctrine reign over her, and put a stop to this. Another, softer, more intimate one, however, knew that Elissa Cobb was her destiny.

And that, if...one day...

No, Susan couldn't dare to hope to marry her own sister! But in any event, she had to focus for now on the task at hand. Elissa, her Elissa, was waiting for an answer.

"How far are you, really, willing to go with this, Elissa? Because my heart demands that you move inside me as soon as possible, but I'll understand if you decide against that for now," Susan gulped, wanting to give Elissa a little room to maneuver.

 

[Cantarella]

Elissa lifted her submerged face to lock eyes with her Susie. Settling up on her elbows, her drenched blue hair cascading about the pale, naked yoke of her shoulders. Her nose above water, her gills flared once more before settling down against the supple flesh of her neck, the only evidence of them ever being there in the first place, a series of faint silver seams on the white backdrop of her flesh. Taking a breath of room air, she dipped her chin into the water again, perched between Susan's sprawled thighs.

For now, no such thoughts were in Elissa's head, no screaming internal monologue as she saw to her sister's pleasure. In this moment, Elissa had developed complete tunnel vision. There was nothing else in the world as far as the young mermaid was concerned, nothing outside of the tub, herself, and Susan's inviting cunt, pulsing under the tip of her finger pressed against her entrance.

She paused for a moment, trying to think past the rushing of the blood in her ears, head cocked quizzically to one side, cheek pillowed on Susan's thigh. She considered the question, just for a moment, before she, too, gulped, almost in response to Susan's, before speaking.

"This is my decision. And yours, my darling, because I would never do this without your permission." A flash of teeth, like a string of pearls, behind Elissa's parted lips. "I want you to feel as good as you've made me feel. And this appears to be the answer to that question."

Keeping her eyes locked onto Susan's, drinking in each reaction, each contortion of her face and body, each gasping breath a symphony to the mermaid's ears, she slowly pushed her finger in, savoring the sensation as her sister's pulsing walls closed around her digits. It was Elissa's turn to gasp in wonder.

"My god, Susan, it's as though you're hugging my finger." She could clearly feel her Susan's heartbeat as she curved her finger up, as the books said to do, allowing a moment for Susan to stretch around her before adding another.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

Susan's eyes were completely entranced by Elissa's as soon as her mermaid sister (an idea that was still taking some getting used to for Susan) looked directly at her. And not only that, but into and through her as well. Elissa and Susan didn't have last names, much in the way of interests, or even a species in common. Yet this woman was more family to Susan as of this moment than the fraying threads of memories that used to be the Kipps clan, or even her foster parents were. It also seemed that Elissa had a power in her eyes allowing her to completely understand Susan and communicate more love and support in that one moment, in that one longing stare, than Susan had ever thought she would receive in her whole life.

Even just the delicate little head of her sister resting on her bare thigh caused Susan to tilt her head back, clap her hands over her mouth, and moan in wanton need for Elissa to give the answer to her earlier question that she desperately needed. Thankfully, that affirmation and more spilled from the pale bluenette's mouth, and then her fingers responded in kind. Gentle little picks, they were, caressing and lifting Susan's every soft, warm tumbler until her pleasure was unlocked.

"I will hug and kiss and squeeze that finger- fingers, now- as much as you fucking like," Susan panted. "I'll do whatever you like, Elissssssmmm," she added, grabbing and gently pulling on Elissa's blue mop to direct her face closer to Susan's crotch while her legs now rested astride Elissa's shoulder blades. "Just don't fucking stop. Oh, and I need you to taste me some more, and never stop that either. Pl-please." Susan mused to herself that she was very much still talking like a blushing virgin compared to Elissa's confidence, despite Susan being the one with more experience in this type of situation.

 

[Cantarella]

The books never mentioned this.

Susan's womanhood was practically quivering around Elissa's fingers, curled upward into her hot, pulsating core, more plush than any satin she had ever felt, more limpid and warm and inviting than anything she had ever had the pleasure to caress. Elissa's breathing became shaky and erratic, wholly wrapped up in this thing, this moment.

It was hardly any wonder men fought, killed, and died for their chance at the cunt of their choice, Elissa thought with a lopsided grin. Why, if she'd had a cock of her own, she'd have buried it within her darling Susan, fucked her for all she was worth until she was but a dazed, flushed mess, but alas, Elissa had been born female, with a slit instead of a rod.

No matter, she thought cheerfully, her smile growing as she sank in a third finger to join the other two. Then, as she had read in her books about the lascivious, forbidden things that women did to other women. She worked her fingers in and out, gently at first, making a "come hither" motion with her fingers. Planting her opposite hand on Susan's inner thigh, she imparted kisses on the flesh there, first on one, and then switching to the other, gentle, soft, passionate kisses that soon turned to suckling and love bites while her fingers worked. The flippers of Elissa's tail slapped idly against her bared ass, coiled up onto itself, the dense musculature flexing.

A gentle gasp escaped from Elissa's parted lips, gills flaring wide on either side of her pale neck, though it soon passed, becoming a dry chuckle. "Alright, alright, my goodness, Susan! Aren't you an enthusiastic one?" She teased, giving her another love bite on her inner thigh, teeth flashing momentarily as her hair was gripped, her lips pushed against Susan's needy slit. Her tongue darted out again, flattening, just as she had read to do, running along the length of her, using her saliva as lubricant, allowing her mouth to overflow. Her licks were not quite as tentative as before, instead more insistent, cradling and lapping at the raised nub of her clit itself, her lips wrapping around it and giving it a firm suckle while her fingers simultaneously worked within her, the water gone turbulent around them as she finger-fucked her.

All words were gone, though empty, her mouth certainly was not. She was wrapped up around her Susan, entirely hers, and hers alone.

 

[CasualVelociraptor]

“I- I’m sorry,” Susan squeaked quietly, worried that she’d been too vociferous in her declaration of desire for Elissa, and woken up their slumbering parents. Adoptive parents in both their cases, perhaps? She’d always assumed that the Cobbs had been Elissa’s biological parents, and maybe they were, which would mean they were merfolk too. But she couldn’t lie...the idea of them being orphans together would make Susan feel just a little bit less alone.

Not that she was feeling alone right now at all. Not with how expertly Elissa was lathing her yearning pussy with her tongue. Susan had expected to be giving Elissa a lot of instruction for her first time in sapphic debauchery. Instead, Elissa wowed her with her combined passion, enthusiasm and technique, and Susan wondered if she really hadn’t done this before. If so, then Elissa must either be a natural, or quite a quick study. Somehow, Susan

“Mmmm,” Susan now groaned into her olive hands. “I just...can you blame me? I can’t help but feel so loved when I’m with you, and you’re doing so good baby.” Her body showed the truth of her statement, her hips quaking as her core felt like it was going to explode. “I- I wanted to cum in your mouth, but I think I need you to kiss me while you bring me to paradise, or I may scream and bring down the whole house down with me.” Plus, Susan realized, she’d be able to taste her own juices on Elissa’s mouth.