Pregnant Mermaid 5- Dangerous mermaids

We returned home that night, almost celebrating our clandestine and dangerous escape, just before sunset. We had broken at least 20 rules, and Seila and Mathias had even had lunch together when he invited her. I excused myself, giving them more privacy, and waited for her at the company's restaurant, located in the lobby. The surprising thing was that even though Mathias didn't remember anything specific about Seila, he treated her as if he already knew her.

I wasn't as lucky, as I never saw the bald man and sweet hazel eyes, I had seen on the beach again, and I didn't know anything about him, not even his name, I only know he worked with robots, aparently Mathias too. But something inside my heart, a voice from another plane, told me that I would soon have him close to me again.

"I already know everything," Yryhnna said, swimming towards Seila as she happily prepared to comb her hair.

Seila was sitting on the couch in our luxurious living room, surrounded by magazines and pictures of glamorous human models.

"The mermaids guards have informed Alan," she announced, but Seila barely showed any guilt or shame. She was immersed in her feelings of love.

"I don't want you to go back to that place, I don't want you to be in contact with humans."

"Well, I'm sorry sister, but I've been invited to a party at the beach tomorrow." Replies Seila, excited of happiness.

"Another party? Have you lost your mind?"

"You can come with me if you want."

"I won't go, and you shouldn't either."

The next night, Seila was getting ready in a new, short and quite sexy dress. It had an open back and fit perfectly with the curve of her mermaid tail, just as it would fit her butt and legs once she transformed. Of course, her date that night didn't know her true nature. For now, her magical identity seemed to be secretive.

"No one will find out who we really are," Seila assures me. She doesn't have to make much effort to convince me to accompany her. I want to go to the party, I still have hopes of seeing the scientist boy, maybe nothing is going to happen between us, I don´t know but I feel this deep attraction to be next to him.

"The truth is, I would like to go out and forget about things, and maybe understand some things about what happened," I say.

"Mia, we won't talk about the accident, we'll leave it all behind. We're just going to have fun, okay?"

I nod slightly and apply a pastel red lipstick to my lips. If my sister doesn't want to talk about it, I won't either. Keeping the secret of our race is essential. Still, I can't help but wonder if Yryhnna is right, if those men who hunt werewolves really don't remember anything and are completely innocent, or if it's a trap.

As soon we leave the house, Yryhnna doesn't say goodbye. She's going to Alan's house that night, and Seila and I head to the party.

"Keep me informed of every detail," she tells me. Her voice sounds strict, but I see a hint of desperation in her blue eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you informed," I assure her, letting her know that our telepathic communication is infallible, and tonight won't be an exception.

When Seila and I say goodbye, Yryhnna arrives home. Alan is resting in the room, as the workday has been quite demanding since the alerts about the werewolves went off. Yryhnna lives in a beautiful house located in a reef, in the depths of the ocean. She has to pass a waterfall and walk to her home in human form because the house isn't submerged, but floating on the water. Some mermaids have their houses over the water, in very beautiful places, enjoying the sound of the sea and the movement of the waves. She and Alan enjoy their human bodies because they have a very active sexuality. When they were newlyweds, they could hardly keep their hands off each other. She loves him immensely, and he adores her and adores her human and mermaid body like a goddess.

Yrynna enters to her house.

"Love, I'm home" She whispers, walking down the hallway towards the bedroom. Alan grabs her arm and leads her towards the wall; she is completely naked as she has just transformed her mermaid tail, and is only wearing a golden brassiere that covers her natural and firm breasts.

She never tires of Alan's touch, each caress is a new sensation that she discovers on her body. She could never get used to making love because each encounter is a new way of surrendering herself to her merman. She loves him completely, and she is completely his.

Alan lifts her up and holds her against the wall while Yryhnna opens her legs and wraps them around his hips. She lets out a moan, the only thing separating them is the fabric of his shorts, which he immediately takes off. Yryhnna closes her eyes, eager, lost in the pleasure and the need to be close to him.

"You're so sweet," he whispers, running his hands over her face. He gazes intently at the face of the woman he loves, the most sensual mermaid and the purest soul he has ever known in this world, the one who has completely given herself to him.

Then Yryhnna moans softly as he touches her lips and inserts his fingers, slowly, gently, feeling how wet she is.

"I love feeling you so much, thank you for allowing me to feel you like this," she says softly, hugging him tightly and pressing her hips against him to feel his caresses. He dominates her with his desire and fills her with pleasure.

Yryhnna loses herself completely in the sensations of her body, she feels beautiful, completely his. At that moment, an image comes clearly to her mind. A fishing net, huge, the size of a boat, on a boat, and inside the net two beautiful sirens, as beautiful and pure as spring water, one of them holds her forehead and closes her eyes, speaking to her in her head, "Mia" "We are an troubles. Seila and I, we need you". Yryhnna opens her eyes, frightened, Mía and Seila are in danger. Alan's kisses continue to cover her, but she must tell him to stop.

She gently pushes him back.

"Do you want to change positions?"

"No, love, it's perfect, I love it, but I had a premonition," she says softly, tactfully enough not to hurt his masculinity. "My sisters are trapped in a fishing net, we need the kingdom's guard."

That night Mathias was not sure about kidnapping Seila like that, he didn't want to hurt her, but Edgar assured him they would be safe. As soon as Mía and Seila came out of the water, they were waiting for them on a hidden beached boat, ready to throw the net when they had their mermaid tail. The boat had taken them to the beach, and he saw with his own eyes a beautiful electric blue tail, like that of a mermaid, coming out of Seila's hips and turning into her human form, with her toned and firm legs wrapped in the net. Seila was wearing a white dress that hugged her beautiful body. Mía, next to her, moaned and screamed to be set free, her incredibly beautiful body went from having a shiny bronze and orange tail to having toned and firm ballet dancer-like legs, which emerged from a short, flowing dress. Mía was the tallest and had the most defined waist. When they were brought to the beach, both were placed on the sand, wrapped in the net. There was no trace of their supernatural transformation, now they were just beautiful human women, trapped and angry.

"You must release them," says an angry voice with a resolute tone. Mía opens her eyes and looks up, searching for the voice of that man, her heart stops. It's the same guy from that night, she feels a mixture of feelings, indignation, anger, and shame to be trapped in front of that human. For the first time, she understands the feeling of humans, of covering their bodies so others do not look at them, modesty. Although she and Seila are wearing dresses, their legs and their sexes are exposed. She feels modesty. Her cheeks blush and her eyes fill with tears.

Then she lets out a monstrous scream and her face transforms into that of an angry mermaid.

"Let me out or I swear you will regret it," she says furiously, the fire burning in her words.

"Remove the net," says that voice that now he despises so much.

He approaches me and with a mixture of protection and tenderness, he hands me his coat, covering my legs and hips. Unnecessarily, as I'm wearing a dress, although I'm not wearing underwear, he looks at me intently as they remove the net, my dilated pupils meet his eyes, his gaze observes me carefully, sternly, and for some reason that seriousness disarms me. I feel desperate, longing to throw myself into the sea and disappear from the intensity of his gaze.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Seila shouts, standing up. She walks towards Edgar demanding an answer.

He hugged her and, following the other man's gesture, covered her with his coat, but Seila pushed him away with one hand.

"How dare you?" she exclaimed.

"I knew your secret, I knew you had bewitched me," he responded.

"How dare you erase my memory?" Says Edgar, now his blond hair shine under a tender grey moonlight.

"It was for your own good, I wanted to protect you," Seila said reproachfully, tears welling up in her eyes.

"The mermaid guard was in the sea when the accident happened, ready to attack them. They don't like leaving witnesses alive, no matter if they are innocent, they would have killed them," she explained desperately, her tears shining like the clearest water. Edward looked at her sweetly and caressed her cheeks. The touch of his fingertips on her face comforted her.

"That's true," I added. "Our father is Brojue from Oceania, our mother is the Last Royal Mermaid from Lemuria. Our father is a very powerful Triton, and if he knew you were alive and knew our secret, he would have ordered your death."

"Now we want you to tell us the secret of the mermaids, why others like you died that night, attacked by you," he interrogated me, his gaze pointing directly at me, his eyes looking at me in such an inquisitive and possessive way that it was irritating.

I felt like I hated him, and at the same time, I felt a strong attraction towards him, and I didn't even know his name. I only knew that he was a werewolf hunter and apparently also a mermaid hunter. Could I love and hate a completely unknown man? I knew it was absurd to feel that way, but my feelings seemed to grow more restless inside me, I desired to kiss him passionately and discover all his secrets. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, they wanted answers and so did I. It would be best to start clarifying everything.

"Those mermaids are not like us, they are half monster, half fish. They are Irish Syren, Oceania´s enemies, and they are our enemies," I explained.

"And you are not half fish, half monster? I saw how you transformed when you protected your sister, and it was quite terrifying," he replied. And I felt his doubt as a painfull knife. I felt his eyes on me.

It was, because when a mermaid gets angry, she becomes like an animal, we unleash our animal instinct." 

"It´s the same for humans, like you being a mad man"

"That´s my nature when I am mad, we become into dangerous mermaids if we get mad"

"Angry mermaids are dangerous," I added. "And what you just did doesn't exactly make me happy," I said, walking towards my sister and taking her hand, ready to run towards the sea at any moment. But the man called Edgar was holding her by the shoulder, and we exchanged confused glances.