My plans for claiming Ariel entirely

The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting long, golden shadows across the white sands of the cove. We had spent hours exploring the sensation of friction and gravity, but now, the real hunt had to begin.

Ariel lay in the sand, her chest heaving, her skin flushed pink from the sun and the intensity of her first human orgasm. She looked wild, her red hair a tangled mane, her legs spread carelessly, her body marked with the invisible fingerprints of my touch.

"Get up," I commanded softly, standing over her.

She blinked, the haze of pleasure slowly clearing from her blue eyes. "Are we... are we going back to the water?"

"Not yet. We have a castle to storm. And you have a role to play."

I summoned The Solar Zenith. With a wave of the Keyblade, magic wove around us. The salt and sand were scrubbed from our skin. For myself, I conjured attire that commanded respect but kept an air of mystery: a high-collared black coat with silver lining, tailored trousers, and heavy boots. I looked like a foreign noble, perhaps a duke from a darker, colder land.

For Ariel, I wove a dress of shimmering blue silk. It was modest enough for a human court, covering her from collarbone to ankle, but the fabric clung to her curves, highlighting the heavy swell of her breasts and the new, womanly flare of her hips.

"Oh," Ariel whispered, running her hands down the silk. "It feels... slippery. Like an eel."

"It’s a disguise, Ariel," I told her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me. "Listen to me closely. Up on that cliff lives Prince Eric. The man you saved. The man whose statue you worshipped."

Ariel looked up at the castle, then back at me. Her gaze dropped to my lips, then to my crotch. "But... he's just stone and stories. You... you are real."

"Exactly. But he doesn't know that. I want you to go to him. I want you to smile at him. I want you to make him believe that you walked out of the ocean just for him."

A cruel glint entered my eyes. "Can you do that? Can you pretend to be the innocent little princess he wants?"

Ariel smirked—a subtle, dangerous expression she had learned from me. "I can sing a song for him, Master. But I know who holds the leash."

"Good girl."

We walked down the shoreline. The castle loomed larger with every step. Ideally, the Prince would be brooding by the sea. And, predictably, he was.

Prince Eric was walking near the surf, his boots kicking at the foam. He was accompanied by a large, shaggy sheepdog. He looked exactly like the statue—handsome, clean-shaven, with an air of melancholy longing. He was a boy waiting for a fairy tale.

I stepped back, fading into the shadow of a large rock formation. "Go," I whispered.

Ariel took a deep breath. She smoothed her dress. She changed her posture instantly, shoulders hunched slightly, eyes wide and ****. She stepped out onto the open sand.

The dog, Max, barked and bounded toward her. Eric looked up. He froze.

He saw her standing there, the wind whipping her red hair across her face, the blue dress matching the ocean behind her. She looked like a vision.

"Max! Here boy!" Eric called, jogging forward. He stopped ten feet away, staring at her as if she were a ghost. "You... I..."

Ariel took a step forward. She stumbled slightly, a genuine lack of coordination with her new legs that played perfectly into the act.

"Careful!" Eric rushed forward, catching her by the arms.

"Thank you," Ariel said. Her voice was clear, melodic, and laced with a feigned breathless weakness. "The... the waves were rough."

Eric stared into her eyes. The recognition hit him like a physical blow. "It's you," he breathed. "The voice. The girl from the shipwreck. I've been looking for you every day."

Ariel looked up at him through her lashes. She touched his chest lightly. "You were looking for me?"

"I never stopped," Eric insisted, looking like he might cry with relief. "I'm Prince Eric. You're safe now. Who are you? Where do you come from?"

"I am Ariel," she lied smoothly. "My ship... it was lost. I don't know where I am."

"You're in my kingdom," Eric declared, puffing out his chest. "And you are welcome here as long as you wish."

He was about to pull her into a hug, perhaps even kiss her hand, when I decided to make my entrance.

I stepped out from behind the rocks. My boots crunched loudly on the gravel. "Princess," I said, my voice deep and authoritative. "I told you not to wander too far. Your legs are still weak."

Eric spun around, startled. He saw a tall, silver-haired man with an aura of immense power and darkness, dressed in fine black clothes. He instinctively stepped between Ariel and me, trying to be the hero.

"Who are you?" Eric demanded, though his voice wavered slightly under my gaze.

"I am Lord Ray," I lied smoothly, bowing my head just enough to be polite, but not enough to show submission. "I am the Princess's... Guardian. We were washed ashore together."

I walked past Eric and took Ariel’s arm. My grip was firm. Ariel immediately leaned into me, a reflex she couldn't hide.

"Guardian?" Eric looked between us. He saw the way Ariel clung to my side. He misinterpreted it as her needing support, not realizing she was gravitating toward her owner. "I... I see. My apologies, my Lord. I didn't realize she was accompanied."

"It has been a difficult journey," I said, staring Eric down. "The Princess is exhausted. We require shelter."

"Of course!" Eric beamed, his hospitality overriding his suspicion. "My castle is just up the hill. We have guest quarters prepared. I insist you stay with us."

He looked at Ariel with puppy-dog eyes. "Please. I want to... I want to hear everything about you."

Ariel smiled at him, a bright, dazzling smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I would love that, Eric."

We began the walk up the cliff path. Eric walked on Ariel’s left, chattering excitedly about the kingdom, the local villages, and how fate must have brought them together. I walked on her right, silent and brooding.

Every time Eric looked away, pointing out a seagull or a ship on the horizon, Ariel would squeeze my arm. She would brush her hip against mine. She whispered, so low only I could hear: "He talks so much. He smells like soap. It's boring."

"Patience," I whispered back. "Let him fatten himself on hope."

We reached the castle gates. The guards saluted Prince Eric, eyeing me with suspicion but opening the heavy iron doors.

We entered the courtyard. It was manicured, safe, and sterile. Eric turned to us, grinning like a fool. "Welcome to my home. Tonight, we feast in your honor, Ariel. And then... perhaps you can tell me how you saved my life."

Ariel looked at the Prince. Then she looked at the high towers of the castle. She licked her lips, a predator reflex she hadn't quite unlearned.

"I can't wait to see the inside," she purred.

I watched Eric’s face flush. He had no idea he had just invited the shark into the swimming pool.

"After you, Prince," I said, gesturing to the heavy oak doors of the keep.

As Eric turned to lead the way, I swatted Ariel’s ass, hard, quick, and hidden by the folds of her dress. She jumped, gasping, her face turning crimson.

"Are you alright?" Eric asked, turning back.

"Yes!" Ariel squeaked, her hands gripping her dress, her eyes flashing with suppressed lust as she looked at me. "Just... just a cramp in my new legs."

"We'll get you a warm bath," Eric promised.

I smirked. "Excellent idea," I said. "She gets very dirty."

We stepped into the castle. The trap was set.