Eric stood on the prow of his boat, his black raven hair blowing in the salty air. "Mermaiiiid!" he screamed into the wind. Only the sound of the ocean waves greeted him and since he was so far out away from land, they were not very loud because they were not breaking into surf.

Suddenly the waters began to churn before his boat and he ran back to the wheel to try to turn out of danger. His hands grasped the hard wood, worn smooth by the countless pairs of sailor hands that had passed over it before, gentle caresses stroking it on starry nights in tropical waters and desperate fumblings in the storm-tossed seas of his native Denmark. Eric gripped it firmly, sweat dripping from his brow, and twisted it 180 degrees to the right.

Out of the water erupted a giant writhing mass of dusky black tentacles. "Arghh!" screamed Eric as one of them grabbed him sensually around the waist and lifted him high into the air. He found himself face to face with a large lilac-skinned woman, smelling of salt and not in the sexy way that the little mermaid did when he thought about her when he scrubbed off on Sundays.

"I am a mermaid," cooed the woman. "My name is Ursula and I am the queen of the deep."

"Jeg er ked af det," apologized Eric in Danish since he did not speak mertongue. "Jeg forstår dig ikke."

The woman's actions spoke for themselves, however, as she plied his legs apart with two other tentacles and stroked his package with a fourth one. He gasped as if a fish out of water and began to try to pull himself free, also as if a fish out of water but one caught on a line by the penis. Ursula slid her tentacle into his pants, wrapping it tenderly around his manhood and sliding on past it between his legs to gently stroke his ass. Soon he gave in to the wet slippery feel of tentacles on boner, never having realized how supple yet strong octopuses could be in their grip. A suction cup pressed itself firmly to his asshole, causing him to write with pleasure and he moaned aloud as it pulled off with a pungent pop and then the tip of her eel-like tentacle slid itself into his ass. Since it was all the same appendage, as she thrust in and out the membrane shifted and pulled and the tentacle rolled and tightened over his shaft.

Prince Eric spilled his semen into the sea, where it was lost among the uncountable drops of salty water.

The end.