Consuming her human form

I pulled Ariel up from the sand. She came up like a ragdoll, her knees knocking together, her ankles wobbly. She gripped my forearms with a **** strength, her fingernails digging into my skin.

"Steady," I commanded, holding her upright. "Lock your knees. Find your center of gravity."

"I don't have a center!" she laughed nervously, swaying dangerously. "My tail used to be the rudder. Now I just feel... top-heavy."

She wasn't wrong. Her magnificent, heavy breasts swayed with her erratic movements, pulling her balance forward. She looked down at her feet, watching her toes scrunch into the sand, trying to find purchase.

"One step," I instructed. "Lift the right leg. Put it forward. Shift the weight."

Ariel bit her lip in concentration. She lifted her right foot. It hovered in the air, trembling. She placed it down. Then she tried to move the left. She leaned too far. Her equilibrium failed. She pitched forward with a squeak.

I didn't let her fall. I caught her around the waist, pulling her hard against me. Her naked body collided with mine. The impact was soft and warm. Her breasts smashed against my chest, flattening deliciously before bouncing back. Her pelvis ground against my erection.

"I... I'm not very good at this," she panted, looking up at me, her face flushed from the exertion and the sun.

"You're doing fine," I said, running my hands down her back, over the curve of her spine, and resting them heavily on her buttocks. "Legs are versatile, Ariel. Walking is just the boring part."

I squeezed her ass. The flesh was firm, yielding in a way scales never did. I slid my hands lower, hooking them under her thighs.

"Jump," I ordered.

"What?"

"Jump. Push off the sand and wrap these new legs around my waist."

She hesitated, then obeyed. She hopped, a clumsy, adorable little motion, and I hoisted her up. Instinct took over. She threw her legs around my waist and crossed her ankles behind my back.

"Oh!" she gasped, looking down. "I'm... I'm holding on!"

"See?" I smirked, balancing her weight easily. "You're a natural."

But the position changed everything. She was now suspended against me, her center of gravity anchored to my hips. Her sex, that wet, pink, human heat, was pressed directly against my stomach, hovering right over my erection.

I walked us backward until my back was against a sturdy palm tree. I leaned against the rough bark for stability.

"Now," I growled, looking into her blue eyes. "Let's see how human anatomy connects."

I shifted my grip to her hips. I lifted her slightly. I guided the head of my cock to her entrance. It wasn't a shark's clasper. It was hot, veined, and thick. And she wasn't a mermaid vent anymore; she was a tight, virgin human woman.

"Gravity," I whispered. "Let it pull you down."

I lowered her. The head pushed past her lips. Ariel’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. "It stretches..." she hissed, her head falling back, exposing her throat. "It fills... differently."

I let her slide down inch by inch. She was incredibly tight. The friction was intense—skin dragging on skin, the wetness providing just enough slip. She sank all the way down. Her heavy breasts bounced as her pelvis hit mine with a fleshy slap.

"Full," she moaned, burying her face in my neck. "You're so deep! Deeper than the shark!"

"Because you have legs," I told her, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider. "Because you can open for me."

I began to move. I thrust upward from the hips. Ariel cried out, clutching my shoulders. Her legs tightened around my waist, her ankles locking. The sensation of being carried, of being impaled while suspended, was overwhelming her new senses.

"Bounce, Ariel," I commanded. "Use your legs. Push against me."

She tried. She pushed down, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. "Like this?" she panted.

"Exactly like that."

She found the rhythm. It was clumsy at first, but the pleasure was a quick teacher. She began to ride my thigh muscles, bouncing up and down on the shaft. Her breasts flew up and down with every movement, mesmerising and heavy.

I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and caught a nipple in my mouth as she came down. She screamed, her legs spasmodically tightening, crushing the air out of my lungs. The combination of the deep penetration and the oral attention on her sensitive, gravity-laden breasts was too much.

"I'm falling!" she wailed, though she was securely held. "I'm falling apart!"

"Land on me," I roared, thrusting hard, lifting her off the tree with the **** of it.

She shattered. Her vaginal walls clamped down on me, pulsating in a human rhythm that was faster and hotter than the ocean's pulse. I emptied myself into her, standing there against the palm tree, the sun beating down on our sweating, naked bodies.

Ariel slumped forward, her cheek resting on my shoulder, her legs trembling but still locked around my waist. She was panting, sweat trickling down her back.

"I think..." she whispered, her voice thick and happy. "I think I like having legs."

"We'll work on the walking later," I promised, kissing her sweat-damp temple. "Right now, you're doing just fine."