An old sailor had told him, years ago while drunk and balls deep in some passed-out whore, that you could get pussy from a mermaid. Captain Keller had laughed him off at the time, thinking it was the drink, either now or whenever that sailor thought he'd fucked some fish girl.
Today, however, staring down at a fish girl caught in a net, he was wishing he'd asked that sailor how it could be done.
Her top half was beautiful, thin and toned, her large tits bound in some kind of seaweed shirt that tangled in the black hair framing her big blue eyes. She flopped in the wet sand and shallow waves as she struggled to free herself while the fisherman who had brought her in staked the net down so she wouldn't be able to drag it away, his eyes bugging out of his head. He'd sent his boy for Keller and Keller had come, getting out of the bed of his three favorite whores to see this fantastical thing for himself. Not because he'd actually thought it was a mermaid, of course, just some kind of strange-looking fish, but even that would have been more than interesting enough to be worth a couple coins on its own.
The fisherman finished staking the net down and came over to where Keller was standing further up in the sand, babbling some dialect of the local language Keller didn't recognize. "He says he doesn't know what to do with it, Captain, sir," his son translated, hat in hand. "It's bad luck to catch a mermaid. He doesn't want to have to touch her."
"I'll take care of it, son," Keller said, trying to look and sound authoritative and sure of himself, rather than stunned at his good fortune. The fisherman could have charged him a king's ransom for her and Keller would have paid it all. "Tell him I've dealt with these creatures before." A blatant lie but he gave the son a few nonsense tips on how to free themselves from mermaid bad luck, including leaving the beach for the rest of the day and never speaking to a soul about what they'd seen.
They agreed to all of it, fools that they were, and left the mermaid in Keller's eager care. The beach was remote, the small bay they'd pulled her into. sheltered from any unwelcome view. He could do whatever he wanted and no one would ever know.
Keller approached warily, trying to make out if she had sharp teeth or claws, but for all he could tell her top half looked like a normal human woman. She gasped when he came near, thrashing even harder in her trap.
"Peace, little fishgirl," he said, catching hold of the net. "You'll hurt yourself if you struggle like that. Can't you tell you're wrapping it around you tighter?" She stopped immediately, squinting up at him. "So, you understand me," he said. "Can you speak, too?"
"Yes," she replied hesitantly.
"Well that's something." The trick of it was that he needed to get her free of some of it but not all of it, so he could keep her captive but make sure she didn't actually cause herself some kind of injury. Gold danced in front of his eyes, gold and other, darker thoughts. Too bad she didn't have a pussy, but he'd like to see those pouty pink lips wrapped around him before too long. "I need to put you up on the beach to cut you free. Can you go on the beach? Will that hurt you?"
"No."
"Well, good, then," he said, uprooting the stakes and dragging her up towards the waterline. He stopped just shy of the dry sand, where there was a good solid surface to work on but the waves were far out of reach. "I've never met a mermaid before," he told her. "How'd you get caught in the net?"
"He had fish," she said, blushing. It was very pretty on her; his deviant thoughts spiraled. "I was hungry."
"I guess that makes sense," he said, looking her over. "Can I touch your tail?" She shrugged, her tail flopping in the net. He ran his hands over her scales and they came away slightly slimy. Natural lubricant too! If only.
"I've never met a human before," she told him.
"No? I guess that makes sense, there aren't a lot of us in the ocean."
"We come up on land, sometimes," she said, struggling a little more. He took the hint and retrieved his knife from his belt, starting to saw through the part of the net over her face and shoulders.
"Do you?" he asked as he worked. "You mean you come to the beaches?"
"No. Well, yes, but we come inland too."
"Huh," he said, getting a hole in the net worked out, 'accidentally' settling the rest of it more firmly around her arms so that they were pinned tight to her sides. "How do you do that?"
"I don't know. It's only sometimes, I've never done it before. Mother says I'm too young."
"You look full-grown to me," Keller commented, trying not to stare at her tits too pointedly.
"I am, but she still won't let me," the mermaid said, blushing again. "Have you almost got it?"
"Sorry," Keller said. "There's a lot to cut. So when mermaids come on shore, how do they walk? Do they have legs?"
"Yes, but I don't know how they get them."
Damn. Damn that sailor from years ago for not telling his story more clearly, and damn Keller his own self for not listening. Visions of mermaid pussy were now all he could think about and he could feel his cock already straining at the front of his pants. "Well, that's a wild tale, I guess," he said, cutting judiciously, wrapping the net around her waist. Now she was free from the tits up but her arms were still tied tight to her sides, her tail securely wrapped in the rest. His for the taking. "So you've never been on land before?"
"No, but I want to," she said, looking around with interest. She'd relaxed a little, not noticing her vulnerable position. "I've heard so many stories! It's probably very beautiful up here."
"It is," Keller agreed, sitting by her head, putting his knife away. "I've seen a lot of it, traveling around. You should stay a while."
"Mother would never let me," the mermaid said, frowning. "She doesn't think I'm ready for a baby."
"A baby?!" Keller yelped, momentarily distracted from considering those lips of hers.
"Well we only come to land when we want to have a baby," she explained, still blushing.
"With who? Mermen?"
"No. Land men."
Well. That drunk sailor might well be surprised to know he'd possibly fathered a fish child. "There aren't any mermen?" Keller asked, just to be sure.
"No, just us," the mermaid said, struggling a little as she tried to adjust herself in the sand and found she couldn't do anything more than roll onto her side. How Keller wanted to rip away the seaweed covering her bounteous tits!
"Tell me about the sea," Keller said quickly, seeing she was about to ask him to cut her free again. "You must know a lot about it."
"Well, it's my home," she said with a little laugh, not noticing the way he'd sat above her, spreading his legs so that her head was lying between them. "I didn't know humans were very interested in the sea."
"I'm very interested. I'm a captain, I sail on the sea all the time, but I don't know very much about what's under the water."
