Eric and Ariel waved as the ship sailed away into the sunset away from the small island. To finally be alone with her prince is all Ariel could have asked for. Eric watched the orange sun radiating off Ariel's bright eyes and delicate features. He wrapped his arms around her body from behind. She placed her hands above his over the front of her hips and rested her head on Eric's chest as he held her snuggly. She sighed deeply, letting out a soft moan with a smirk.

"It's so beautiful," she said gazing at the shimmering water as it touched the big warm sun. But all Eric could think of was of how beautiful she was and how he had waited all day to be able to hold her that closely. "I wish there were a way you could capture moments and take them with you wherever you go."

"You could try painting the sunset," Eric suggested.

"Painting? A picture?" she asked curiously, "I never thought about that. I had many pictures in my collection; portraits or scribbles it seemed. But, I guess I never realized someone must have physically created them."

"We'll have you take a few lessons when we get back," Eric lowered his head and nudged it gently beside hers. He looked down at her bare neck, exposed collar bones and covered chest. Everything about her is so arousing, he thought as he fought the urge to rip the dress off and expose them both their bodies to the evening air.

"Really? Is it hard? I don't know how to do it. I bet it's fun!" she tilted her head slightly, rubbing her cheek against his.

"Yeah, you may be pretty good at it," he kissed the side of her neck softly, "You seem to be good at everything else you do."

Ariel smiled before meeting Eric's lips with hers. He turned her by her hips to face him and pressed his body against the shimmering fabric of her white gown.

"You're all mine," she said to him a little aggressively, placing both hands on his cheeks. Eric nodded. He wanted her and soon, he could not wait any longer. He broke the kiss and led her over to the horses who were standing idly by. He helped Ariel onto Jacques and then mounted himself up in front of her. Eric gave Cleo a command and she begrudgingly scoffed at Jacques and darted into the forest from the the beach.

"Hold on tight," he warned before leading Jacques along the shore under the purple early evening sky. Ariel leaned her head on Eric's back and wrapped her arms around his waist. Jacques picked up speed in the sand. Eric could feel her breasts pressing against his back. He leaned his body backward a bit, closing any space between them as they rode faster along the shore.

Ariel's arms began to gradually fall from around his ribs to his hips with the movements of the galloping white horse. He could feel her delicate hands gently brushing against the fabric of his pants. He slowed Jacques down a bit, they were starting to near their destination. He could see the tall trimmed hedges of the French-style manor in the distance. Ariel wondered how close her hands were in proximity to Eric's manhood. She stretched her right arm more tightly around him and began to feel the area below his stomach.

She touched the button of his pants with her thumb and pressed her hand over the area of the button, wishing she could feel his skin. She wandered her hands further south, stumbling across the mountainous bugle that sat above his lap. Eric's body flinched a bit at her touch, she could hear him taking deeper and shorter gasps. She didn't know what she was touching, but continued to caress the firmness the rested underneath his pants. It seemed to make him uneasy.

"I wish you were riding in front right now," he said over his shoulder. Ariel giggled and placed a small kiss on his back.

It wasn't long before they reached Meridian Manor. Twelve foot hedges hid the manor from up close. They rode through a wide metal gate that was already open. It was classically french built of large beige bricks with big arched windows. Part of the brick wall was covered in ivy and right outside the door boasted an elegant fountain. Ariel awed at the beautiful landscaping and floral gardens, but it was too dark to see much, the sun was only a memory in the dark sky summer sky. There was a man waiting at the entrance carrying a lantern and a large set of keys.

"Good evening, your majesty," he bowed politely as Eric helped Ariel off Jacques.

"Simon!" Eric walked up to the scruffy old man and gave him a big hug, lifting him off the ground. "It's great to see you!"

"It's good to see you too, prince," the man laughed, barely able to breathe in Eric's clutches.

"Simon, this is Ariel, my- wife," Eric said taking Ariel's hand.

"Oh! Hello, princess Ariel," the man bowed and extended his hand for hers. Ariel gave him her hand and allowed him to kiss it politely.

"Is this your home? It's beautiful!" she praised Simon, looking around at the fixtures.

"Oh, she's a lovely one, Eric," Simon beamed with almost a chuckle.

"This was where my grandmother grew up," Eric explained.

"Oh," Ariel replied.

"Simon is the best groundskeeper I've ever met!" Eric announced proudly.

"Stop it, prince!" said a bashful Simon. "I should get going. Everything is ready. Here are the keys, incase you ever need them. There are some fruits and breads in the kitchen if you are hungry. Where is Grimsby? He will not be shadowing you this trip?"

"Grimsby decided to return to the palace," Eric told the man.

"For good? Well, I'm sure he has other duties to do for the King. Clotilde and the others will be here in the morning- just ring for your breakfast. I'll take this to horse the stable with the mare. I hope you can manage alone for the evening, I'm down the road if you need me."

"Thank you, Simon," the prince took the keys, "I'm sure we'll be fine."

Once inside the great chateau, Eric locked the door behind them.

"He doesn't live here?" Ariel asked.

"No, he has his own family down the road. Most of the work here, you'll meet them tomorrow," he replied.

"Then, who lives here?"

"Right now, no one does. No one has for years since my grandmother."

Eric watched as Ariel looked around at all of the beautiful antique furniture. There was a portrait on the wall of a man in a white military suit with dark blue pants, similar to Eric's.

"Who is that?" Ariel asked curiously.

"My father, the king." The man and Eric had nearly identical facial features, black hair, large blue eyes, thick eyebrows, strong jawline- but Ariel knew the truth.

"You look just like him!" she said, hoping to conceal her thoughts.

"Yeah, everyone seems to think so," Eric said looking at the portrait proudly. "Ariel? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"And I want you to be completely honest with me," Eric gave her a stern look. Ariel nodded, hoping he wouldn't ask about his father or the queen. "Did something happen between you and my brother?"

"Adam?" she felt her chest heavy.

"Yes, Adam. He seemed distant at the wedding. And he barely spoke to me during the reception."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Eric. I didn't notice," she lied. She spent the entire reception avoiding Adam, while at the same time keeping an eye on her sisters.

"I see the way he looks at you. When you went missing, he was very concerned. More so than I had ever seen him. He claimed it was about mother, but I know he couldn't care less what happens to her," Eric studied her face.

"Your mother and my father seemed to get along swimmingly!" she changed the topic nervously.

"Yeah! I was surprised. I had never seen mother flirt like a schoolgirl. Your father is such a tall human!"

"He's a big merman too," Ariel joked, "Biggest one I know!"

"I bet he had to chase all the mer-boys away from you," he stepped closer to her.

"Mermans," she giggled, "No, actually, I was never very interested. I was too busy going on adventures - with Flounder."

"Oh, right. The famous Flounder,"

"He's the best! I also had a friend named Urchin, a merman, when I was younger. He moved to the south seas a few years ago. And he was a couple years younger than me. We were only friends," Ariel smiled to herself, remembering the good times she had shared with Urchin.

"Ariel," Eric interrupted her thoughts, "You didn't answer my question. Did anything happen between you and Adam? Did he touch you in any way?"

"No! Never, not at all," Ariel started to shout, losing her patience a moment. "Adam is just..."

"Just what?" Eric's eyes were anxious as he waited for her to answer.

"He's just-. I just don't know him well enough. We've barely ever spoken," she said.

"Well, he's a great guy, really. He just comes off a little rough or aggressive. It surprises me, really. He's tried to steal every girl I've ever liked. I guess I underestimated him this time," Eric looked down at the floor, feeling a little guilty for not trusting his brother. Ariel leaned in closer to him and rest her hands on his chest. She looked up at him. Eric ran his lips down the bridge of her nose to the tip. She pressed her lips on his suddenly, desperate for the kiss. She let her tongue lick across his bottom lip and then slipped it in his mouth

"Come, my bride," Eric smiled, taking her by the hand and leading her up the curved staircase.

Ariel felt suddenly nervous, the entire time all she ever wanted was to be alone with her prince. She wanted him to love her like a man would do a real human woman. She felt her heart beat pounding rapidly in her chest. She wanted to slow down time a bit because she wasn't confident she knew what to do. At the top of the stairs and down the long corridor was the grand master bedroom. The room was elegantly draped in light silk linens and the floor was covered in red rose petals.

"Uh- wow. They really went all out," Eric mocked with a chuckle, closing the door behind them. "Do you like it?"

Ariel nodded. Eric took her hands and wrapped them around his neck, he then placed his hands at her hips. Ariel collapsed her head onto his chest with a deep frustrated sigh.

"Ariel, what's wrong?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her, "Do you want to wait a little longer?"

"No, no. It's not that- just," Ariel looked down at the ground. "What if I'm not good at it?"

"Ariel, look at me," Eric lifted her chin up with his hand to face him. He stared into her beautiful blue eyes. "I love you. I love the way you are, I love the way you make me feel when you're around- just by being around. There is very little you have to do to make me happy, because I love you."

Ariel felt her heart melt as she tiptoed and kissed her loving prince with as much passion as she did the first time. The kiss lit a flame inside her that made all of her fears go away. She pressed his face closer to hers with arms around his neck and hips against his pelvis. Eric knew she was ready to try. He undid several hooks that held her dress together at her back, one by one.

Eric pulled away from the long passionate kiss and looked his beautiful bride. He brought both hands to her flushed cheeks and down her neck. Spreading his fingers across her collar bones, pushing the fabric of the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, exposing the top of a white silk corset with lace frill accents. Eric slipped the dress off her arms and down her hips, letting it fall to the floor. The corset gave Ariel a smooth, shapely silhouette- pushing her breasts high against her chest and outlining her hips and bottom. There were straps that connected the corset to thigh-high sheer, silk, white stockings.

"Wow," Eric said in amazement, staring at her womanly figure. Ariel blushed and touched the rim of the corset.

"Do you like it? Greta said it's from Paris," Ariel shyly touched the side of her corset, in an attempt to straighten it out. Her angelic face in that tight sultry bodice made him picture her in a way Eric never had before.

"You look- amazing," he took a few steps back to take in the vision that stood before him. "Come," he said, extending his hand to her. Ariel stepped out of the pool of white fabric that circled around her ankles and stood before her prince confidently with a seductive look in her eyes. He pulled her close to him by her hips and ran his hands over her firm backside.

Ariel began undoing the buttons of his jacket as Eric pressed his bulge against her body. It hurt to lust for her as much as he did, all the nights of no physical release came to this. Ariel pushed the jacket over his broad shoulders and let it drop to the floor. How much she missed that manly chest, she thought as she ran her hands down his large tan pecs. His skin was burning hot with desire for her. He leaned his face into hers and stuck his tongue in her mouth quickly. Ariel started to giggle but couldn't keep up with the aggression with which he kissed her. He breathed heavily into her mouth as he continued. She tried to match it, pressing her mouth against his roughly.

"I need to look at you," he growled, pulling away. "Turn around," he said to her, motioning with his finger. Ariel hesitated a moment and turned away from Eric, facing the bed. Her hair was cascaded down her back and ended at her firm, peach shaped cheeks that were exposed with straps that held her stockings up over them.

"Put your palms on the bed," he commanded and she obeyed. He watched as the muscles in her thighs flexed and legs slightly spread open as she bent over the bed in her heels. Her hair fell forward over her shoulders and her cheeks stuck straight out in the air. "Yes!" he walked over and observed her body's reaction as he ran his hands over her curves and down her shapely legs. He crouched on one knee, holding her by the hips, and licked the lace fabric that covered the tiny bulb between her legs. He could tell she was already wet.

"Oooh!" Ariel squirmed feeling that sudden jolt she always did from being touched around her sensitive area. As he rose, he grinned sinisterly and took one of her arms off the bed.

"Come," he had her face him again and with one arm, lifted her off the ground by her bottom and onto his chest. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and latched her mouth to his neck- sucking and kissing it roughly.

"Yes, I know you're ready for me, my little vixen," he walked to the door and locked it with Ariel attached to his hip, licking at his neck. He slipped his boots off with his feet and undid his pants. "That's going to be one nasty bruise on my neck in the morning," he joked. She giggled, but Ariel did not know what that meant. He dropped his pants to the floor and left on the thin cloth of his underwear. He lowered his head to hers and their faces met in a wet steamy kiss. Eric untied the ribbon of her corset as he walked them both back to the bed. He climbed into the big canopy bed with her wrapped to his waist and carefully laid her down on the pillow. He hadn't noticed before but the bed was also covered in rose petals.

Ariel felt so confident just a moment before, but now as she laid helplessly waiting for him to take her, she began to feel nervous again. He placed his weight on her body and kissed her lips softly, placing a hand over her covered breast. Ariel's body tensed at the touch.

"Relax," he whispered cooly. He then kissed the skin from her collarbone down to the lacey rim of her corset. He pulled the, now loosened, corset down a bit exposing two soft, supple breasts. With his index finger, he traced an imaginary line down her chest and around her very light pink nipples. He brushed over them with his fingers and cupped her breast with his hand. Ariel's breasts were pert, full and better than Eric had imagined them to be.

"Ooohh," Ariel moaned when Eric suddenly flicked his tongue against her exposed breast. He circled his tongue around the areolas and closed his lips around the protruding center. Ariel never thought having her breasts kissed would trigger every nerve in her body. She closed her eyes and dug her fingers in Eric's hair as he moved from one breast to the other, lightly squeezing as he sucked her hardened nipples.

"How are you doing?" he whispered looking up at her and squeezing her wet nipples between his fingers.

"Eric, don't stop," she pleaded. Eric chuckled and fit as much of her breast in his mouth as he could. Ariel involuntarily rotated her hips against him, feeling as if she had lost all control of her body. He began to pull the corset down the small curves of her hips. Exposing the pretty little belly he hadn't seen since that day he saved her from the tentacles. The day he knew she was his true love, the one he was meant to be with.

He held her legs in the air in front of him and continued to slip the corset up over her toes, tossing it on the floor. Holding her legs by the ankles, he ran his hand from her the rim of her underwear over the silk stockings that started mid-thigh. One by one he unfastened each one of the stockings and unraveled them off her slender legs. Eric held her ankles together by his nose and began to slowly kiss from her heels down her calves and thighs.

"Wait," she stopped him, gently tugging her legs out of his grip. Ariel tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down and dragged her body down the bed toward him by her thighs. With her legs over his shoulder, he anchored her down by her hips and ripped the fabric of her underwear off. "Eric!" she shrieked with a smile. She watched from above as Eric got his first glimpse of her smooth slit. In one quick motion, he buried his nose between it, lapping down from her wet hole up to her pink mound with his tongue.

"Ahhh," she gasped loudly with a squirm.

"Mhhh," he groaned against her lubricated soft skin as he continued to lick and suck her pearl with his tongue. Noticing how wet her slippery folds had grown, he placed a finger at the base, tracing a circle around it before slowly exploring inside her. Ariel's senses ran rampant as his mouth and finger simultaneously created a sensation in her body greater than she had ever experienced. She sat up slightly, with her weight on her elbows, watching her prince's head buried between her legs, pleasuring her fervently. She let out a small moan when Eric slipped his finger out and held it to her face, glimmering in her wetness. Ariel stuck her tongue out and licked his wet finger, from the base to the tip. Eric pushed her upper body back down to the bed and stretched his arm to cup her breast firmly. He began to suck harder, flicking her nub with his tongue rapidly.

"Ohhh, Eric," she moaned as the sensations increased. She took her hand and pressed the back of his head between her legs, rhythmically grinding her hips against his face. Ariel's breathing became heavy and rapid, she felt as if her body was going to burst. Eric took his hand and dug his finger inside her again, rubbing it against her fleshy walls. "Yes! Yes," she moaned. She couldn't take it any longer, whatever her body was waiting for was happening. Her veins tingled uncontrollably with heat, bucking her legs straight out and curling her toes. She felt waves of jolts starting at Eric's tongue and continuing throughout her body. Her body fell back, immobile from the sensation and lightheaded. She breathed deeply as she tried to catch her breath again.

"Mhhh," Eric smirked sinisterly and kissed her inner thigh before hovering his body over hers. "Did you like it?"

"What did you do to me?!" Ariel huffed with a slight grin. Eric only smiled, proud of his 'good work'. Ariel placed her hands at his cheeks and pulled his head down to her face, licking her wetness off his chin and around his mouth.

"You drive me wild," he breathed into her lips. Ariel instinctively wrapped her legs around his body, aligning her hips with his. Eric pressed his bulge between her legs. She had completely forgotten his pants were still on. She had waited anxiously to see what he hid beneath his pants. She reached her hands down between her legs and grabbed him tightly.

"I want to see it," she whined. Eric smiled as he remembered his father's words to him and Adam once, If you want a woman to desire you, wait for her to ask for it first.

He was done waiting. Ariel watched the chiseled muscles in his arms and chest relax and contract as he removed his underwear. Eric covered himself with his hand, not yet ready for exposure. "Hair?" She asked, "Why is there hair there?" Eric laid on his back beside her, gently stroking himself.

"I'm not sure," he said, looking down at it. Ariel faced him on her side, running her hands down his pecs and the past the grid of his stomach. She traced a line of hair down Eric's bellybutton to a bigger pool below.

"Move your hand. I want to see it," she said. Eric slowly moved his hand, letting it fall against his stomach. Ariel's eyes widened in amazement.

"That's enormous!" she said shocked, "Is it supposed to be that big?" Ariel grabbed it boldly, her fingers couldn't touch her thumb around the width of his shaft.

"Careful," Eric warned with a grin as he watched her staring at it.

"It's like a sea cucumber," she looked at it with glee. She stuck her tongue out and licked the side in one quick motion.

"Ahh," Eric's body jumped a little.

"Did I hurt you?" she looked at him concerned.

"No, no," he chuckled, "That felt really good." He placed his hand on her cheek and smiled. Ariel straddled her little body over his right leg and began to lick the bottom of his veiny manhood. She varied between long slow laps and short quick ones, watching Eric's expression the entire time. "I can't believe you're doing this," he said to her. She giggled. She remembered Greta had put all of Adam in her mouth that time when she watched. She stared at it directly from above and placed her tongue at the very tip.

"Your fluid!" she said eagerly, smacking her lips together to taste it.

"Do you hate it? You don't have to-" he started.

"It tastes like- like a seaweed shake," Ariel placed her lips around his swollen head and began to to suck the tip with her tongue wildly.

"Oh!" Eric was a bit surprised. Most women hated that taste. Wow, she really is perfect, he thought. She began to rub herself against his leg as she sucked on the leaking head. There was no way she could fit that whole thing in her mouth. He could tell she was inexperienced, but Eric felt a rush in his body that wanted her; needed her. His upper thigh became soaked in her juices. "Ariel," he interrupted her, consumed in her job. He pulled her up to him and laid her body over his. He kissed her pretty red lips.

"Did you like it?" she asked innocently.

"I loved it," he replied, he kissed her neck and held her breast in his palm. Her red hair fell forward and ran down the sides of his face. He cradled her body with his arms and flipped her around, placing her on her back gently. He could feel himself become harder as it brushed the skin close to her thigh. He lowered himself onto her, putting his weight onto his arm on one side of her. He kissed her tenderly, a different kiss that the previous one. Ariel knew this kiss was different than the others. She knew something special would happen.

"Eric?" she asked softly.

"I love you, Ariel," he said, brushing his nose against hers.

"I love you too," she smiled nervously, unsure of what would happen.

"You are ready for me," he told her. "If it hurts too much, tell me to stop and I'll take it slowly." She nodded.

Eric took himself in one hand and rubbed it against the opening, getting it moist for entry. He placed it inside her slowly, letting it lock into place at the entrance.

"Ohhh," Ariel winced, feeling an uncomfortable pressure.

"It's ok," he kissed her lips, distracting her from any pain. He placed both arms on either side of her and slowly pushed himself inside her tight, wet nest. She gasped for air, feeling as if she were being torn. Eric stopped for a moment, letting her body adjust to his size. He kissed her neck and chest, rubbing on her aching breasts and exciting her once more. Her hips began moving, letting him know she was ready for more. He pulled out slightly, then back in again even deeper than before.

"Ohhh, Eric," she sucked in air through her teeth, digging the tips of her fingers into his shoulders. He was only about half way in and too scared to hurt her. He began to slowly move himself back and forth against her walls.

"Ariel, you feel so good," he growled in her ear. She moved her body along with his, naturally knowing what to do. Although it hurt, there was a feeling she had never felt before. There was a bond they shared that very moment that was unmatched by any other person. A bond too great for words to explain.

"Yes," she begged. Their bodies became warm. Ariel could feel her body begin to perspire. Eric became lost in the moment. He had never wanted anyone so much in his entire life. He was inside her- inside the woman of his dreams. He wanted to be completely submerged by her. He gave her one hard, deep kiss and drove himself into her completely. He felt the resistance of something inside her, something breaking.

Ariel muffled a loud whimper against Eric's lips. The pain was greater than anything she had ever experienced. She felt as if her insides were being torn apart.

"Ohhh," Eric moaned, feeling a tight fit around him. Ariel couldn't bring herself to tell him to stop, she was giving him great pleasure. He held it there a moment, completely inside her. He looked into her worried eyes and placed a hand on her cheek. "I'll finish soon. I promise." He kissed her again, allowing some time for her pain to subside before he began moving. Ariel felt her eyes begin to well up with tears, it wasn't what she was expecting it to be. How could there be so much pain?

Eric began to move again slowly, opening her up with each short thrust. He felt an extra lubrication inside her that made it easier for her to take him. "You're so perfect," he huffed as he rubbed the insides of her warm center with his manhood. "I've wanted you for so long. Now you're mine. All mine."

"Yes, all yours," she echoed. Eric's words surprisingly made her yearn for him. She wanted him again. Inside her- deep inside her. She began to move her hips as well, ignoring the stinging pain. It began to feel like his finger, only five times as wide and three times as long. She could feel herself contracting around him "Ohhhh, Eric!" she moaned loudly, "My body feels-"

"Yes, Ariel," he coached, "Do it for me again!"

"Don't stop," she begged, fighting through the pleasure wrapped in pain.

"Your tightness makes me feel so good," he said passionately, driving himself in and out of her.

"Ahhhh," she screamed, as her body tensed around Eric's large member.

"Good girl. Here it comes," he warned. Having her contract around him sent his body over the edge.

"Me too," she said breathlessly. Eric's last few thrusts made her skin crawl with a tingling sensation, making her mind and body numb.

"Uhhhh," he groaned, she could feel his hot fluid shooting out of his body in waves. Her body contracted and pulsed around him as if it wanted to take in as much of him as possible. Eric collapsed his body over hers, sweaty and out of breath. Ariel could barely breathe as well, as she laid there with arms spread across the bed. "Mhhh," he moaned, "That is the most amazing thing I have ever done in my life."

"Really?" she asked, feeling a fit of emotions overcome her. She felt a tear escape her eye.

"You are the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me," he kissed her lips softly and began to slowly pull out of her body. He placed his head on her chest and cupped her left breast, rubbing his fingers across her nipples. Ariel buried her fingers in his smooth jet black hair. She felt protective over the man she loved lying naked in her arms. For a brief moment, neither one of them said a word. Eric moved down to her belly and kissed her right below her belly button. "I'm sorry I hurt you," he lamented, "Does it still hurt?" Ariel nodded. "I'll have someone see to it if it still hurts by the morning," he said, lying down beside her. He extended his arm out on his back, inviting her into his embrace. He pulled the covers over their bodies with one hand. "I love you, Ariel," he leaned his head forward and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"I love you, Eric," she said, placing her head against his chest and wrapping her leg over his body. Everything they had fought for and overcome for each other all came down to this. They finally felt safe, like no one could ever keep them apart. Eric began to fall asleep in the most perfect way he could imagine. "Eric?" she asked, gliding her fingers across his chest.

"Hmm?"

"Who is Paris?"