#nixe

Nixensee

Arthur Illes (1870–1953), “Die Lorelei”, a.k.a. “Nixe”

pastel on paper, c. 1899

Nixe

Sorry this is a day late. I’ll post Day Seven later today

Gen!AFAB Reader x Fem!Nixe

The old lake at the edge of town rarely had visitors anymore. it after the sudden uptick of drownings. Some people blamed it on the current from the river that fed into it, but others, those that still believed the old stories, whispered about a beast, a creature, that was living below the mirrored surface.

“Stay safe,” an old woman who lived near the lake called as you walked past her, headed to the lake with a lunch box in had. “There is more to that lake than you might think. There’s much more to that lake that what you can see!”

“I’ll be alright,” you called back, waving over your shoulder.

As you walked down to the lake, a song you used to sing as a child came back to you. Not the words, but the melody. You hummed as you came to the edge of the lake, finding a picnic table to sit at. You kept humming as you pulled out your food. While you ate, your foot tapped to the melody i your head. After a little while, you heard someone humming the same melody behind you.

There was a lump in your throat as you swallowed the last bite of food that was i your mouth. Only when the humming continued did you finally turn around. Your blood ran cold and you felt like every hair on your body seemed to stand on end.

With only her upper body above the water, you still knew what she was. Fins where her ears should be. Hair like seaweeed covered most of her face,a d did completely cover her breasts. Her webbed hands were pressed against the bank, her head tilted as she continued to hum the melody you had been. As the two of you locked eyes, she hopped up onto the land.

“Do it again,” she said, tapping her frog-like foot to mimic what you had been doing before.

Cautiously, you began tapping your foot again, watching as her face lit up, yellow eyes wide with delight.

“Yes! Just like that,” she smiled, hopping several times as she came closer to you. “It sounds so good.”

“You think the foot tapping sounds good?” You asked, surprised that she enjoyed the mere sounds of your foot hitting the grass undertoe.

She nodded, ribbiting as she hopped around you i a jumping, hopping sort of dance. Despite yourself, you laughed, adding your humming to the mix. She stilled, her frog eyes wide as you hummed and began dancing with her. Her reaction had made you think she enjoyed it, but really, she had thought that you were tryin got impress her by performing a mating dance to sounds you knew she enjoyed.

Before you knew it, you were sprawled o your back, on the grass, her long frog tongue lapping at your core through the fabric of your shorts as her webbed fingers took several moments to undo them. However, as soon as as she did, she yanked them ad your panties off, her long slimed tongue sliding between your folds before plunging into your core.

The warm yet sticky sensation made you writhe, but you can’t deny that it does feel amazing. It ca coil inside of you, flexing and stretching you in ways you would have never expected. Her webbed fingers move to hold open your thighs, letting her slide her tongue even deeper. It felt like she was pushing it into your womb. A low groan escaped you lips, your hips bucking.

“Yes,” she croaked, but your mind was so muddled at first you didn’t even know what she was talking about.

“Hm?” You mumbled, the grass under you starting to tickle your bare skin.

“Yes,” she repeated, her long tongue sliding out to flick against your clit, making you jolt up, your fingers curling in her seaweed like hair. “Mate. Yes.”

Of course you had o idea that you gave her the impression you wanted to be her mate, but hey, you are’t being drowned and now you had a surprisingly talented Nixe girlfriend.