The sky was clear and sapphire blue, the fresh air loaded with the scent of seawater and tropical fruit. The sun's warm light sparkled off the crystal blue water of the bay, a perfect reflection of the sky save for the few white clouds lazily roaming the beautiful expanse. Waves lapped against the sandy beach at a soothing pace as the sound of the island's villagers carried happily through the air over the well-maintained, if primitive dock. But for the beautiful woman sitting naked on the edge, there was no village, only the peaceful, almost yearning calm of the ocean.
This was the island of the Maratou, unknown to most foreigners because of geographic isolation and native trickery. But, somewhere in the dark haired amazon's brash personality and lascivious figure, the volcanic-island dwellers had seen a little bit of themselves. And so she was now present via special invitation for the Grand Festival, her talents desired for one of the its annual rituals. A particularly popular event as far as island rituals go, it was meant to foster the younger generation's sexuality and a healthy amount of their hot-blooded nature. Another ritual celebrated more domestic virtues afterwards, but Valda held no interest in that and the villagers had no use for her in it.
The sweet fruits of this island were an incredible aphrodisiac, critical to the ritual and improving the islanders' stamina, both sexual and otherwise. The smell of all the recently harvested fruit was enough to make the inhabitants of the island a little friskier than normal, and that had an even greater effect on Valda, which was why the well-endowed amazon currently sat on the docks to refresh herself, with a slight breeze coming in from the ocean and with it, fresher air. Still, it was hard to wait for the festival to come as it was nearly a week away and promised a long night and part of a day, perhaps longer, of passion with some of the world's most well-endowed people.
Her feet dipped into the water, a brightly colored fish appearing every now and again to inspect her toes before darting away again. The barbarian woman, laying there with her tan, smooth skin exposed beautifully to the sun and warm breeze, was beginning to feel like taking a dip. Her gear and clothes (if you could really call them that) were left in the hut designated for her, one she shared with two young men and a young woman, all having just come of age and eager for their first festival. Valda's present task (although she was currently relieved of it, due to the timely help of a friend) was, ironically, to keep their virtues intact for now with the promise of something greater-her own body-in the future. It was a boring chore that she only endured because she too was promised a future gift. Besides enjoying herself thoroughly in the festival, she was allowed to freely stock up on local goods, from jewelry to helpful concoctions made from the alluring fruit. It was her price for returning to the island every year, so in the end she didn't mind babysitting.
Something caught Valda's eye as it approached her feet. Leaning over the water to get a better look, she almost slid off the pier as her hands grabbed the wood and her eyes went wide with shock. She thought she saw a woman, and more than that, one that didn't appear to be holding her breath. She slid her legs out from under her as she prepared to dive in to the girl's rescue.
That was when she saw the blue tail that stretched from the woman's hips down past where her feet should be. This mermaid had fair skin and long, literally flowing, blonde hair. Her eyes were a deep blue and her full lips were ruby red. Her breasts were considerable, perhaps even larger than Valda's (although it was hard to tell through the water), and she looked up to the barbarian with a hopeful smile. Still, Valda's eyes were glued to her tail, with its iridescent blue scales, shining green when the light hit it just so, ending in a wide, gently flowing fin, waving slowly back and forth to keep her in a single position beneath the waves.
She reached her hand out and beckoned to Valda, but the barbarian was still shocked by the fantastic creature's sudden appearance. Yet as she glanced back at the village, Valda realized she still had an entire week's worth of temptations to deal with. Plus she'd been feeling like a swim anyways. She looked back, still hesitating. Her smoldering dark eyes met the mermaid's shimmering blues. Valda shrugged, stood up to take one last look at the clear blue sky, and dove in with a foamy white splash.
The water was just a little cold on her skin, but quite refreshing, and Valda adjusted fairly quickly. Now all was silent but for the sound of the ocean. Valda expected to hear the mermaid talk, but she simply looked at Valda with joy. She was obviously happy the woman had joined her in the water, but she didn't appear to have the words to say so. Valda looked down at herself for a moment, looking past her toes to see the depth of the water, about fifteen feet but clear enough that she had been able to see the bottom from the pier. She looked back up to find the mermaid's face nearly blocking her field of vision, then felt her smooth skin gently pressing against her as the mermaid grabbed her head and brought their lips together. Against her efforts, the surprise kiss forced water into Valda's mouth and she began coughing soundlessly. However, she was not drowning, to her amazement the water gently filled her lungs as she felt the mermaid's arms gently cradling her hips. The remaining air came out in bubbles as she began to inhale and exhale normally.
It slowly dawned on her the mermaid's kiss had granted her the ability to breathe underwater. Her lungs heavy with liquid instead of air, she began to slowly sink, but the mermaid caught her hand and gently kept her afloat, waving her tail to compensate for the both of them. She giggled silently, turning around to place the warrior's hands around her neck before beginning to swim.
Valda realized with some alarm that the mermaid was quite intent on taking her out to sea, whatever that entailed. She also realized that they were fast approaching the coral reef around the island. Would they stop there? Valda took a deep breath in through her nose and was overcome with the smell of salt. It didn't smell bad, necessarily, but it was strong and because the smell of the sea had been masked by the fruit harvest, it hit her hard. It took her a while to adjust, and by then the mermaid was slowing down. They had reached the outskirts of the reef. The mermaid found a clean patch of sand and gently allowed Valda to dismount, simply letting go and allowing the amazon to drift down until her feet hit the sand, the impact making a small white cloud around her toes.
It was marvelous. Valda's technically drowned but quite healthy state let her walk along the ocean floor, her long dark locks flowing behind her as she looked around. More than just the circumstances were surreal, her ears picked up no sound but the gentle rhythm of the ocean itself. It had plenty of color, though, as bright coral stood out against gray rock and brightly colored fish swam close enough to see every detail, but darting away as she reached out to touch them. Valda could feel the water flow around her, sometimes feeling nothing, but other times acting like a slight, but somehow filling breeze as the waves of the ocean rolled a good thirty feet overhead. The sand felt wet, of course, but it was a unique feeling, the wet sand against the water as she wiggled her toes. Everything felt clean, but naturally so. It felt like standing on the far end of a rainbow.
The mermaid swam down, circling Valda, her fingers tracing the woman's skin as it became apparent what she was after. Fortunately, this mermaid was no virgin Maratou, so Valda-who was more than willing-was happy to oblige. She smiled as she took the mermaid's face between her hands and pulled her in for another kiss, a real one this time, deep and aggressively sexual. When they parted, the mermaid blushed and Valda could clearly see that somewhere along the way, the scales between her hips had parted, exposing her comfortingly human-looking sex. It was cute and inviting, Valda thought, and entirely bald except a few tiny scales that thinly peppered the area above like the stubble of a recently (but not freshly) shaved human.
She swam in for another kiss, which Valda accepted, but her mind was elsewhere. She'd spent so much time already with the Maratou helping the younger ones keep it in their pants, she could hardly contain herself at the chance of getting her own release. Her hands danced down the mermaid's skin and came quietly to her womanhood, quickly but gently spreading the lips with her pointer and ring finger while the middle one began massaging her. The sea girl parted from the kiss in surprise, silently gasping as her cheeks turned beet red, biting her lip as she let it happen.
Valda's eyes strayed to the pale orbs hanging delicately from the mermaid's chest, her free hand sliding up and squeezing one within her between her fingers. The pale skin was so soft, so pliant in her hands as the sea girl squirmed in her grasp. The mermaid's lips parted as if in a moan, and she wrapped her arms around Valda's neck as the barbarian had her way with the sensitive flesh. Suddenly she swam higher, pulling Valda's groping hand off her breast but leaving her sex at eye level. She looked down nervously, a hint of desperation in her eyes before Valda gave her what she wanted, leaning in and pressing her lips against the beckoning sheath.
