Ummm. rated PG
It was the evening after I had seen him, saved him, when I went to her. I left our warm waters for her, slipping into the cool waters of the trench. She whom my sisters knew only as the Sea Witch dwelt deep below, where the sun only appeared as murky sheets threaded through the water, and the chill slithered across my skin, leaving a tightened trail down my back. She met me at the edge, ancient, beautiful. Her hair like the streaming forests of kelp, smooth skin like water-ravaged bones, predatory pupilless eyes the color of the great beasts that sang in late summer, and a tail striped black and white like the snake that bit my late seventh sister last winter as she collected coral. She gazed at me expectantly, and I could tell that she already knew why I had come. In her outstretched hand she held a delicate vial that glowed dimly in the gloom. I reached out for it, but the Sea Witch shielded the flask with one slight, webbed hand. She spoke then, and her voice twisted and bubbled like the flow of the deep as she told me that nothing was free. I offered her the riches of the ocean and she laughed, the sound flowing from her lips like the tide. 'no,' the Sea Witch said, 'the price is what you shall miss the most.' And I promised the gift most precious as she leaned forward to lightly clasp the sides of my face. Her mouth was smooth against mine, the cold current brushing our faces, and I could feel the heat of her through the soft flesh of my lips beneath hers. And slowly I felt something being drawn from inside me, first seeping up to where our mouths joined, then gaining speed as the Sea Witch tore my gift away from me. My skin was oddly heated, and the strange sensation of my scales peeling off of my tail made me quiver in her arms. Searing fire ran up the now bare flesh, and I broke away from her embrace as my back arched with pain. The water stung my eyes and invaded my lungs at my silent scream of agony. The Witch pulled me into her arms as my vision went black.
It was the evening after I had seen him, saved him, when I went to her. I left our warm waters for her, slipping into the cool waters of the trench. She whom my sisters knew only as the Sea Witch dwelt deep below, where the sun only appeared as murky sheets threaded through the water, and the chill slithered across my skin, leaving a tightened trail down my back. She met me at the edge, ancient, beautiful. Her hair like the streaming forests of kelp, smooth skin like water-ravaged bones, predatory pupilless eyes the color of the great beasts that sang in late summer, and a tail striped black and white like the snake that bit my late seventh sister last winter as she collected coral. She gazed at me expectantly, and I could tell that she already knew why I had come. In her outstretched hand she held a delicate vial that glowed dimly in the gloom. I reached out for it, but the Sea Witch shielded the flask with one slight, webbed hand. She spoke then, and her voice twisted and bubbled like the flow of the deep as she told me that nothing was free. I offered her the riches of the ocean and she laughed, the sound flowing from her lips like the tide. 'no,' the Sea Witch said, 'the price is what you shall miss the most.' And I promised the gift most precious as she leaned forward to lightly clasp the sides of my face. Her mouth was smooth against mine, the cold current brushing our faces, and I could feel the heat of her through the soft flesh of my lips beneath hers. And slowly I felt something being drawn from inside me, first seeping up to where our mouths joined, then gaining speed as the Sea Witch tore my gift away from me. My skin was oddly heated, and the strange sensation of my scales peeling off of my tail made me quiver in her arms. Searing fire ran up the now bare flesh, and I broke away from her embrace as my back arched with pain. The water stung my eyes and invaded my lungs at my silent scream of agony. The Witch pulled me into her arms as my vision went black.