Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

B ack at the palace, there was a lot of movement as the merfolk took to their battle stations, many of them armed with tridents and nets. They didn’t seem especially worried, and I asked Trevor about what might happen.

“Don’t worry. Neptune’s gang are a rough and rowdy lot, but they have no discipline. The jellies will probably be enough to turn them back, but everyone is looking forward to a bit of a dust-up, so it should be interesting.”

“But could one of our people get... killed?” I asked.

Marcel grinned at me. “You’re forgetting we’re all immortal! Now, we might get wounded, but the wounds would heal almost immediately.”

“So why are the Neptunes attacking us?”

“They’re probably bored. There will be lots of shouting and smacking, and maybe some stabbing, then we’ll have a party and invite the Neptunes to join us. Incidentally, they’ll all want to fuck you, as you’re a newbie.”

I wasn’t sure about that. “Do I have to? Fuck them, I mean?”

Marcel stopped and looked at me. “Of course not, Audrey. You always have a choice. But... I think you might be tempted. Several of the Neptune boys are truly gorgeous.”

Marcel was right, as usual. The Neptune boys were repelled by the jelly wall until one of the jellies went for a coffee break, and the marauders slipped through the crack in the barricade. They looked like sort of clean Vikings, blonde and very muscle-bound, with shields made of some golden metal and swords made of something silvery.

The battle was rather fun, and the party was even more so. I kept very close to Marcel, but eventually, a tall, blond Viking-type came over and begged me to let him fuck me. Marcel prodded my back, and I nodded, yes.

He introduced himself as Sven-Erik, and we swam back to my cave room. He asked me nicely if I wanted him as a merman or as a seahorse.

“If we mate when I’m a seahorse and a pregnancy occurs, I will be the one to carry the babies,” he told me.

“I’d love to try that,” I told him. “It’s so lovely that the boy seahorses carry the babies. If it was true for humans, the race would have died out by now.”

Sven-Erik laughed and agreed with me. Then, he quickly transformed himself into a very big seahorse. He was really beautiful, with golden fins and big black eyes.

“Now, since you’re a mermaid and not a seahorse, we probably can’t have babies – more’s the pity. But, normally, you would transfer your eggs into my pouch, where they would be fertilized and eventually hatched.”

Sven-Erik bade me lie down on my bed, and he began to wind his tail around my tail. His lower torso attached itself to my mer-pussy and began to suck. It was amazing! I didn’t realize my mer-pussy had the equivalent of a clitoris, but whatever it was he was sucking, I climaxed harder than any time since Marcel fucked me with his prehensile penis! Marcel was still the winner by a country mile, however.

Afterwards, Sven-Erik escorted me back to the party, and I saw Percy, the giant octopus, undulating his way over to me. I must have looked a bit unsure, as Marcel materialized at my side and put up a hand to slow the octopus’s advance.

“Slow down a bit, Percy. Remember, our new mermaid is still new to all this.”

Percy skidded to a halt and changed color from purple to red. “I’m so sorry, Audrey! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I looked at his tentacles and decided that Marcel had been right about everything so far, and I would be a bit silly to deny myself an experience that all my besties had told me was amazing.

“Please, Percy. I would be honored to be your partner.” I whispered.

Percy smiled, and his color returned to its former purple hue. “Let’s repair to your cave, Audrey. If it will make you more comfortable, Marcel could join us!”

I knew Marcel had been chatting up a blonde mermaid named Gwyneth, so I told him I was fine and that I’d see him after I returned.

Percy was everything that the besties had promised. His ability to make his tentacles vibrate in my various orifices was magical, and when he managed to insert two of them into each of my openings while using the other two to hold me, it was a feat of contortionism I couldn’t have imagined in my wildest dreams.

After we had both had all the fun we could for the time being, we lay on my bed and chatted. I learned that Percy had a P.H.D. from an underseas university and that he knew more about humans than I did. They had been the subject of his doctoral thesis.

The party went on for hours – not that time was a reality under the sea. I ended up falling asleep in Marcel’s strong arms, cuddled on one of the sponge couches. When I woke up, there was a strange beeping noise nearby. I had trouble opening my eyes and thought about how very tired I was.

“Marcel?’ I groaned. “What’s that noise?”

“Welcome back, Audrey. Now, take your time, and try to relax. You’ve been unconscious for almost two weeks.”

The voice sounded like Marcel, but what did he mean? I’d just snoozed off for a little bit as the party was winding down.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at a man in a white doctor’s coat. He smiled at me, and I realized he looked a lot like Marcel, but without the glittery scales.

“What happened? Why...”

Then, it hit me: I wasn’t under the sea in a beautiful palace. I was in a... hospital!

“Don’t try to talk. You were in a serious accident,” said the doctor. “We thought we’d lost you a few times, but you’re doing much better, and I believe you’re out of the woods.”

“Is Derrick...” The details leading up to the accident rushed back into my brain.

The doctor who looked like Marcel held my hand – the one that didn’t have a needle implanted in it – and sat on the edge of my bed. “I’m afraid your husband didn’t make it, Audrey. I’m so sorry.”

I looked him in the eye. “We were on our way to sign divorce papers. I’m sorry he’s dead, but not that much, if you know what I mean.”

“I do,” said the doctor. “Now, you broke your leg and had a very severe concussion. You also cracked three ribs and your fifth cervical vertebra. You need to stay here for a couple more days, and then you’re going to need a lot of PT. But you will be fine.”

I thought about my time under the sea – and on the beach – and all the amazing sex I’d had. Was it really a dream? Did I really copulate with a merman, a dolphin, a pirate, a seahorse and an octopus?

I couldn’t help noticing that Dr. Looks-like-Marcel was still holding my hand.

“Audrey, there’s something I don’t understand. You kept calling out to me. How did you know my name? Did we met somewhere before the accident?”

I stared at him in astonishment. “Is your name Marcel?” I asked him.

He nodded, and I began to giggle, which made my neck hurt. I belatedly realized my neck was in traction.

“Wow!” I said. “You were in my dream! You were a merman who shifted into a dolphin, and we had the most amazing...”

He looked puzzled, but also interested. “Amazing what?”

“Sex.”

“We had... sex? When I was a... dolphin?”

“And a Merman.”

The doctor’s face was quite red, but he didn’t let go of my hand. In fact, he began to stroke it gently. “I hope it was a... good dream, Audrey.”

“It was heavenly, Marcel. I didn’t want it to end.”

“I hope I get a chance to hear all about it when you’re stronger. Now, you must rest.”

“Marcel... um, doctor? I’ve been resting for weeks. Please don’t leave me?”

“I have to finish my rounds, but I’ll be back, and you can tell me the whole story.” And he gently kissed my fingers and tucked my hand under the thin sheet that covered me.

I recovered fast after that, and when I got to go home, I saw Dr. Marcel Laurent almost every day. He was so enchanted with the story of my ‘afterlife,’ he asked me tell it to him all the time.

After a brief courtship, we married and went to the Maldives for our honeymoon.

And we lived happily ever after.

THE END