#arielstarter

Above all else, Ariel could be described as a free spirit. So uninhibited, so unafraid to live in the moment regardless of potential consequences...

Naturally, this meant Ariel loved to swim in the nude. And why wouldn't he? With such a gorgeous body, rippled with toned muscle and sun-kissed skin, catching Ariel in his natural environment would have been a sight for any lucky man to gaze upon him...

Such as the one Ariel just caught in the corner of his eye, watching. How long had this person been there?

"Oh, I am so sorry," Ariel chuckles, blushing through his effervescent facade. So carefree, in fact, that he nearly forgot all of him was on display for the other, leaving no ambiguity as to what laid beneath his clothes — or, sometimes, his fins.

Reaching for a towel that was not there, all he could do was cover his modesty with his hands. As free as he could be with his body, he didn't go out of his way to expose himself like this to a perfect stranger. What kind of prince would he have been in that case? Certainly not one his father would have been proud of it.

Ariel had to admit that, upon meeting Mark on the beach a few moons ago, he felt a little uneasy around him. As though he were a predator seeking prey, or something of that sort. He just had a very intimidating vibe was all. But the more he got to know him, the less he feared the man. Learning that Mark had a very special thing in common with him definitely helped.

And yet, Ariel was not prepared for just how forceful of a lover Mark clearly liked to be, fingering his pussy over a mossy tree trunk in the other's home kingdom. "Barnacle, your fingers—!" he exclaims, feeling himself clench around Mark's digits, spreading the merlad open for what was to come.

And come it did, when Mark pulled out a strange, phallic tool that strapped into a mechanism around his waist, allowing him to penetrate Ariel as though it were a fully-sized penis of his own.

"Oh, Titus—!" Ariel squeals, feeling the other man's cock breach his sensitive pussy.

Ever since Titus told him he wasn't used to beaches like the ones of Tirulia, Ariel made it his mission to show him everything the sea had to offer... which, incidentally, included himself. But he hadn't expected things to get this far.

Ariel did not take kindly to such harsh words. He hadn't even been in this realm for longer than thirty minutes; how was he to know where he was going? Where to look as he moved? Even if he'd grown comfortable in his human legs by now, they still felt a little wonky from time to time. Particularly when he was nervous or uncertain.

"Who are you calling stupid head...?!" Ariel protests, pouting at the rude sentiment. "I am not stupid! It is not my fault I did not grow up on the surface world, unaware of you humans and your weird 'gravity' thing!"

Then he regains some calm.

Ariel never actually had sex with Eric until their wedding night, which sounds unlikely now given how profusely addicted to sex he'd essentially become since then. Not that it seemed to bother anyone, least of whom Eric himself, who took worshipped his little merlad's body with divine attentiveness.

Yet, despite all their efforts to finally conceive a child and start a family of their own, it never seemed to take. It actually became comical; Ariel could literally be drowned in Eric's cum after a long night of fucking, and still no results. Ariel, optimistic as ever, just took this as encouragement to have sex constantly, as though they weren't already doing just that.

It always starts so innocently, with Eric grinding his clothed cock against the curve of Ariel's shapely ass the moment they retired to bed for the night. But, as ever, neither Ariel nor Eric were tired, and wouldn't be until Eric's boner faded into its flaccid state.

After extended foreplay involving plentiful amounts of kissing, sucking, and licking, they finally proceeded to the main event. Ariel assumed their usual, favored position, with him on all fours as Eric pulled up behind him, preparing to breach his overworked, drooling cunt.

"I love you so much, Eric—" Ariel airily moans, and then—

Absolute bliss.

Ariel didn't have much to compare to before his first time with Eric, but even several years later, he'd yet to find someone who compared to him in all areas. Size, length, girth, virility, you name it. Eric was a man. The kind Ariel knew he would have fallen in love with before they ever met. The kind he saw in his dreams as a little mermaid, waiting to become the person he always knew he would be.

Eric was the realization of his dreams, made blood and flesh. All of him belonged to Eric.