"No... I've been waiting for you to wake up so something canhappen. I... Philip, I want you."
My heart skipped a beat as I realised what she meant. It certainly is strange how words can affect you.
Without another word, I clutched her in my arms and whisked her away to the shores up above.
...
Okay, so I know my Lemon was crap but I knew it was before I published. A) Because then I knew I wouldn't have to try as hard with my next Lemon for it to be better and B) Because I didn't have a lot of time to modify it cos I have about 12837492834729387 exams to prepared for but thanks for your feedback and the next Lemon (In this chapter) should hopefully leave you with a higher opinion of my writing skillz. Aaaaaand the other reason why it's a little difficult to write Lemons is because I'm writing from a guy's point of view and I'm not a guy, but I heard it still feels the same so I'm just gonna have to play it by ear I guess. And also, I love love love Philip – he is definitely my favourite character – hope you all agree haha. Anyways enjoy
As we walked along the white sands, Syrena was a little unsteady at first but she managed just fine eventually, I couldn't stop thinking about the last words she said to me. 'Philip, I want you.'
She wanted me... Me, of all people. With her beauty and good heart she could have had whoever she wanted. She would have been able to have men far better in both looks and character but she wanted me – the young, foolish missionary as everybody else called me. I felt as though the odds were astronomical. Well, I supposed they were astronomical. But she was mine and that was what we both wanted.
"Philip, do we have to go all the way back to your house? I mean... I'm sort of... I just don't think I can wait that long..." Her eyes lingered on me. I suddenly felt very self-conscious. "I mean... there isn't anybody on the beach..."
I looked about us and saw how deserted the beach actually was. She was right. We would probably only be tired when we got to my house and besides... why wait when here was a perfect place to do it? I stopped walking and she smiled. Her smile was the only smile that could make my heart burst into flames but could also give me chilling shivers at the same time. I weaved my hand gently into her hair and stared into her reddening eyes. "Whatever you wish, Syrena."
Her cool mouth was against mine in a heartbeat and she was pressing her naked body against me. Once again, I fell back and her hands worked quickly to unbutton my shirt. She paused before allowing her wet tongue to trail down my jaw until it settled in the hollow of my neck. I could feel myself becoming more and more agitated. Her furious hands tore at my trousers and until they had been strewn along the ground. I felt pleasantly intimidated as she ran her tongue over one gleaming fang as she stared at my now fully erected length.
I decided I should take some control now so I sat up and spread her knees wide so I could access her easily. I chanced a glance at her face and saw she was stained with a light blush. I joined our lips together and I felt her tongue sliding against mine before she impatiently fastened her arms around my neck and tugged against me. She raised her hips ever so slightly but just enough so I could feel her smooth skin brush my member. Involuntarily, I bucked my hips and struck her. She arched her back and sighed. I was beginning to get an idea...
I lowered my hips again and rubbed myself against the opening in her legs. She gave me the same reaction... only a little more so and I felt tingling warmth spread to the tip of my toes.
"Please..." She tightened her arms around my neck and I paused before speaking.
"You're ready?"
She looked at me and spoke a little sarcastically, "Philip... I have been ready since 4 o'clock this morning..."
I gave a strained laugh before easing gently into her. She took a sharp intake of breath as I pulled out and delved inside her once more. I watched a drop of sweat trickle down her temple as I buried myself deeper and deeper into her. She spluttered and choked back a scream as I forced my way inside her again but somehow I couldn't bring myself to stop and find out if I was hurting her at all so I just continued thrusting harder and faster until –
"Having a nice time are we?"
My head snapped up and I saw a group of ten or eleven mermaids sat on a large rock surrounded by water. One of them wolf whistled and winked. Syrena pushed herself up so she was sitting up, but she did not turn to face them, she merely turned my head to hers and began kissing me again.
I pulled back, "I – I don't know what to do..."
"They're my older sisters and are probably searching for males to mate with up here."
"Aw don't be so sensitive, Syrena!" One of the mermaids called.
Syrena turned and glared at them, "What are you doing?"
"We would ask you the same question but it's pretty obvious!" Another said followed by a chorus of girlish laughter. Ugh...
"Quite a man you've got there. Once you've finished with him, can we have a go?" They roared with laughter again.
"So where did you pick him up?"
Syrena did not reply but kissed me ferociously and the mermaids began to whoop and cheer. "Just pretend they are not there and they'll soon get bored... or jealous."
I felt a little uncomfortable doing this with others watching but I suddenly became very aware that Syrena was clutching my stiff penis. She began stroking the tip carefully and I writhed under her touch. She dropped her finger from the head and closed her slender hand around my shaft and began jerking her it with a frustratingly slow rhythm. Could she not just quicken the pace? As though reading my mind, she did. Her hand began moving fast and the other mermaids still laughed at us but Syrena's eyes were determined and I could tell she wanted them to feel jealous. Then she leaned her head down and began sucking my length. I had never thought mouths could be used in this fashion. Ever.
And I enjoyed how different it felt. She cupped me with one hand while she continued sucking. She moved faster and I arched my back and was on the brink of releasing everything I had. Every nerve in my body was screaming and begging for more contact, more movement and more pleasure. The aggravating pleasure was almost too much to bear and then she moved faster and I could not contain myself any longer. I was not aware of anything as I sailed above the highest cloud and not even the mermaids' laughter could bring me down. My head was spinning as I looked up at Syrena who was wiping sticky white stuff from her mouth... ah ... that was my sticky white stuff. Well, perhaps it wasn't to everyone's taste.
Then unexpectedly she licked her fingers and I watched a satisfied expression cross her face. Perhaps this was a mermaid thing.
Then I was brought back to reality with an unpleasant sound of laughter, "Well don't stop now! Come on let's see what you're made of, Philip!"
How did they know my name? Then I felt my head being pulled towards the ground. My mouth hit something warm and fleshy and then I opened my eyes and stared at something that I suddenly realised to be Syrena's... womanhood?
I flicked my tongue against her swollen nub and her knees clenched either side of my head. Yes... this was Syrena's womanhood.
I resumed the licking and enjoyed the way she squirmed and writhed in pleasure. I noticed that the mermaids were being rather quiet. I peered over Syrena's body and saw them looking on in jealousy. I would show them... I began running my hands along her shins while I sucked hungrily against her and she began clenching her thighs and I gave one final lick before her muscles contracted and she threw herself back and lay flat on the sand. She laughed breathlessly at the mermaids who were watching open-mouthed.
"Philip, I – I honestly can say I don't think I've experienced anything so... erotic." She chanced a sneaky glance at her sisters who rolled their eyes but were still grinning a little.
I wiped my wet mouth and climbed to hover over her, "Really?" Her taste still remained on my tongue and I don't think I had ever tasted something more beautiful.
"Really."
As I leaned down to kiss her forehead, I heard somebody approach.
"Do you really have no respect for the public eye, Syrena?"
I rolled away from Syrena as she sat up, her innocent expression plastered on her face.
"Do you not understand that you could have been seen?" The voice belonged to a mermaid with a pretty face and a fiery red halo of hair.
"I was seen. All my sisters were watching and I'm sure you were among them. You should have tried to stop me then."
"Don't be ridiculous – I could have been injured. When a mermaid is in that state and is interrupted or provoked, she can be extremely dangerous. I don't pretend to be stronger than I am."
Syrena turned away from the red-haired mermaid who caught her by the shoulder, "Who is this man, anyway? You kissed him?"
"You saw, did you not?" Syrena replied coldly, shaking out from under her grasp.
I was getting as tired of being spoken about as though I was not there and I was sure Syrena was feeling irritable at having to answer the same questions over and over again as well.
"Then you had better watch out for him, you don't know what he could do to you."
"Are you blind, Cynthia?" One mermaid who was sitting on the rock shouted across to us, "We just saw everything he could do!" The other mermaids laughed and cheered.
So this was Cynthia.
"I didn't mean it in that way." She did not even turn to face the other mermaids.
"Oh lighten up a bit, Cynth. They're just having a bit of fun!" Another called.
"That wasn't just fun; they were mating fully!"
A mermaid swimming in the water called out followed by another ensemble of laughter, "I'm sure that's fun too!"
"Fools, he's a human!" Cynthia cried.
"Well, we can see that! And talking of which, I can see a nice group of young men over there. Come on, girls!" The mermaids dived into the water and swam away.
"I did not know you were so concerned about my welfare, dear sister." Syrena spoke harshly.
"Oh, I'm not. But I am concerned about my other sisters who are put in danger by this human."
"Aren't you going to join your beloved sisters instead of wasting your time with insignificant, little me?" Syrena snapped.
"I don't squander my time on mating simply to satisfy my lust – when I mate, it will be for love."
Somehow I found it difficult to believe that and I couldn't help but ask, "So you've never mated before?"
"Of course I have, idiot boy, but that was a long time ago... as some will remember." Cynthia gave a meaningful glare in Syrena's direction and she growled angrily, her fangs exposed.
"I think you'd better leave. Your company is no longer required." Syrena faced away from Cynthia and focussed on playing with my hands, her fangs. Cynthia glowered at us before nodding curtly and heading back towards the ocean.
"Is she always like that to you?" I asked.
"No... Usually she is much worse."
...
As the days wore on, I had settled myself into a regular routine of working as a part time assistant blacksmith. The pay was not particularly high but I was able to buy myself enough food and a small house once I had saved up enough money. I was able to attend church weekly and with the money I had earned, I improved my closet and had a nice set of clothes.
On the night before working, I asked if Syrena would like to stay over for a night and she seemed much more excited at the prospect of staying in a house than I had expected.
That night, we were getting ready to go to bed, when I heard a knock at the door. I motioned for Syrena to sit down on the bed, "Stay here."
On my way downstairs, I heard the knock again – they must have been desperate. As I opened the door, I saw Thomas standing outside wearing nothing but dirty old rags drenched with his own blood.
"Thomas, what is it? Come on in, man!"
"I was robbed a few minutes ago by a man in black and he took all the money I was carrying and I fear it is too late to go back to my house at this late hour... I may be attacked again in this state." Thomas said weakly, mopping his head with his tattered sleeve.
"Well then of course you must stay here tonight." I hurried upstairs and saw Syrena sitting in the exact same position she was in when I left her, only her face had become worried.
"Syrena, there is a man downstairs who is unwell and troubled and he going to stay the night – he would be very upset if he knew I was with a woman and I am unmarried. Would it be possible if we were to be quiet tonight?"
She nodded, "Of course."
I smiled and ran my fingers gently down her cheek before picking up a bundle of blankets along with a set of clean clothes and taking them downstairs.
"Thomas, here take these."
He took them gratefully.
"I'm afraid I do not have a guest room or anything, but the chairs are rather comfortable to sleep on." I pointed to a two seated chair in front of the fire and he sat down.
"Now, let me go and make you something to eat – I'm afraid I'm not a good cook, but I can make you something simple, if you like."
"Thank you, Philip, you're a good man."
As I brought him in something to eat, I noticed him clutching a picture and tears were welling up in his eyes.
"What is it? Are you alright?" I placed the tray of food on his lap.
"Philip – I have sinned! This morning I was going to work, but I took a shortcut along the beach and there was a woman without clothing so I offered her my coat and she was to be honest the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and then she spoke to me and before I knew what was happening she had seduced me and I don't know how! My wife happened to be going shopping and she also went along the beach seeing as it's such a nice day and well – she saw me – and Philip, I didn't know what to do and I daren't go back home, she would hate me forever! Then I had nothing in my pockets but my day's wages and then I was robbed on my way to find a place to lodge... a-and then I had nowhere else to go! Oh forgive me, Philip!"
I could only assume this woman he spoke of was a mermaid. "It is not my place to forgive you, Thomas. I am not mad with you because of this – everybody makes mistakes and everybody has weaknesses. It is God and your wife you must ask forgiveness from. I'm sure if you go to them with a broken heart and contrite spirit, you will be forgiven. Do not worry yourself, you'll be fine. If your wife does not accept your apology then you must live here instead as I am often elsewhere and am only here about twice a week anyway so the house will need looking after – but please do not run away from the things that may seem hard to do."
Thomas thanked me over and over and I patted him on the shoulder. "Goodnight, Thomas, sleep well."
I opened my bedroom door and saw Syrena still sat on the bed but a smile was plastered on her face and she embraced me as I sat by her, "I am the luckiest being in the world to have met you, Philip Swift."
...
The next morning, I felt Syrena curled into my chest and I rubbed her shoulders as I felt her wake up. Her eyes were crimson and I knew only too well what that meant – she wanted me.
"Syrena, we can't – Thomas is downstairs – he will hear."
She climbed over me and straddled my hips, "Don't be silly." She spoke in a low, seductive voice. I felt my hands creep towards her but I managed to pull them back.
"Syrena – we can't. If Thomas finds out...!" I blurted as she leaned her face down so her body was barely touching mine.
"Syrena..." I said weakly as her arms moved down my chest and stopped just below my stomach. She grinned devilishly before kissing my lips to prevent me from speaking anymore.
I hated mermaids...
"I – I have to see to Thomas and then I have to go to work – I can't stay, my love." I gently lifted her off me before she got too out of control. "I'll bring you something up to eat." I did not dare look at her face lest she tempt me to stay on my way out.
As I entered the living room, I saw a note left on the chair:
Philip, I took your advice and I have gone to see my wife and I can only pray to God that she will forgive me.
Thank you for your kindness; you truly are a good man.
God bless you,
Thomas.
Well – I just hoped Syrena wouldn't be too unhappy on finding out Thomas wasn't even downstairs after all.
Perhaps I would just 'forget' to bring it up...
...
As I returned home from work, I did not expect to see Syrena still at home.
She was waiting for me – her eyes as red as I had ever seen them and she was twitching impatiently when she saw me.
"Philip! Oh I have missed you!" She flung herself at me and I almost fell backwards. Her lips attacked mine and I could barely breathe as I felt her crush our bodies and mouths together. She dragged me to the chair and threw me down, ripping my shirt off in the process.
Wow.
She was strong.
"Maybe... maybe the chair isn't the best place... we should go upstairs?" I suggested as I saw her swoop down towards me. She thought for a moment before fleeing out the door and up the stairs.
I didn't think I had ever seen her so desperate. Just as I stood up, I heard a knock at the door. It was probably Thomas.
As I opened the door, a woman wearing a long black coat to match her wet, rippling black hair strode into the living room.
"Claudia, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Where is Syrena?" She skipped the pleasantries.
"Upstairs, what is wrong? Is it something I've done?" I asked, as she glanced irritably around the room.
"Do you really think if it was you who had done something wrong, you would still be standing? I would have killed you with a heartbeat. Upstairs, you say? Go and fetch her – I have bad news."
I nodded and hurried up the stairs seeing Syrena fidgeting on the bed.
"Claudia is downstairs."
Syrena stood up and gracefully walked past me, not bothering to cover herself up. I was surprised at her sudden change of demeanour, although her eyes were still bright red and her fangs still as long as ever. I turned and followed her down the stairs.
"Sorry for interrupting your bonding time but I have bad news. It's about Erin – she's hurt and is asking for you. You must come at once. I'll explain everything when we arrive back at the cavern."
"Will she be alright?"
"I'm not sure. I sincerely hope so. And for goodness sake, please retract your fangs. You don't want to let the world know you're a mermaid and that you want male attention." Claudia replied briskly.
As we followed her out the door, Syrena asked, "Where did you get that coat?"
"Not relevant, Syrena."
"Did you steal it?" Syrena asked.
"Still not relevant. Come on, we're going to have to hurry."
I picked Syrena up in my arms and ran with her towards the beach as Claudia glided along beside us. Syrena was holding tightly to my neck and I could sense her fear.
Then diving into the ocean, Syrena and Claudia swam quickly ahead of me and I could only follow the trail bubbles they left behind to know where they had gone to.
To be fair, I was getting increasingly better at swimming but I was still not as fast as they were.
As I arrived at the cavern, Syrena was clutching Erin's hand. I could see a harpoon had pierced through her chest – probably inches away from her heart. She was more pale than usual and blood was smeared all over her chest.
"How did it happen, though?" Syrena asked.
"I was swimming near the surface and then a man on a boat fired it at me... and... I can't take it out... it will only cause further damage to my body."
"Can you not heal her after taking it out?" Syrena asked Claudia desperately.
"I can heal wounds, yes, but my magic is not yet powerful enough to heal broken bones or repair damaged organs. I can heal deep cuts but Erin's body is broken beyond repair. If only Rachael were still alive..."
I wondered if there was any way a physician or a surgeon could help her.
"Can you not at least try?"
He would be able to remove the harpoon safely and then treat her wounds. It would take time – but he would be able to.
"I can try. But first I will have to remove the harpoon."
"No – that will kill her." I spoke, "What if you can't heal her?"
"And you have a better idea?" Claudia turned on me angrily.
"I think so. We can take her to a doctor who will be able to surgically remove it."
"But it's a human." Claudia cut in, "Therefore this conversation is now over."
"Yes but he won't know she's a mermaid when she's on land."
Claudia pursed her lips and turned her attention back to Erin. "What do you want, Erin?"
She flicked her glazed eyes to me and back to Claudia, "I... think you... should try first... then... if it doesn't work... Philip's idea." She replied, heaving.
Syrena stroked her sister's forehead soothingly. "It'll be alright. You will be fine. Just stay with me."
Claudia wrapped her hands around the harpoon and began pulling it. Erin writhed in pain as Claudia tugged as gently as she could, "It won't come out!"
She leaned towards her sister and kissed her cheek and waited. "Do you feel any different?" She said hopefully.
Erin shook her head meekly.
"I think that we should listen to Philip." Syrena said. "Don't worry, Erin, you will be fine – don't leave me after we've got so far together..."
Claudia looked long and hard at me before nodding. "Okay, let's take her up."