The morning sun cast a warm glow through the window, illuminating the tangled sheets where Phoebe lay, embraced in the strong arms of Cold. I wake up and for my surprise I felt so horny, and totally wet with my human body. I wasn´t get used to wake up in the mornings with legs and pussy, so it was totally a new feeing for me, and specially this morning being next to Cold, it was an amazing feeling of electric static desire covering my hips and legs.
- Good morning – I whispered to Cold with a sweet voice, He was awake staring at me in silence.
- I just can´t believe how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am – Cold said
- I want to wake all the mornings with you next to me, it feels like heaven – He said and give me a kiss, it was slow and his lips so kind, but He started to touch my hips and his hands covered my belly and then my breast, I just couldn´t resist the feeling of his hands in my body.
- I love to feel your hands
- I know pussycat mermaid, you was born to be mine
- Oh really? – I said with a smile – I was born to be queen honey, you are just part of the packet, a queen needs his king.
- And I will be your king. I am already your king baby, we will marry this night
- Oh Cold
- And I will make sure you will be a queen in bed and in the throne – He said and he started to kiss me again, this time with more passion
- Open your legs – He whispered – I want to show you one of the most beautiful pleasures a mermaid could imagine.
I scream of happiness and desire as soon started to Kiss my hips, and my belly and continueing covering my while legs and body with his tongue and kisses.
“Omg, Cold what are you doing” – I said, barely could talk.
“I am inviting you to the stars with my mouth as host”
“Omg”- I touch Cold head, I felt his red hair at the same time my legs totally embrace his mouth and face.
Laughter echoed in the room as they playfully toppled the bed. In the midst of their joy, the door swung open, revealing Selene, Phoebe's stepmother, dressed in the ornate garb of a noblewoman. Her eyes blazed with fury as she stepped inside, her presence heavy with authority. She was transformed into a woman.
Without a word, Selene strode across the room, her hand striking Phoebe's cheek with a sharp crack that silenced the laughter, leaving a mark both physical and emotional. "You have betrayed the trust of the realm!" she thundered, her voice a chilling tempest.
Cold stay out of the bed covering his body with a pillow
“Selene I can explain it” Said Cold
“How dare you consort with a human when you are promised to Patrick, the Triton Prince?” She said
“Selene I am not only human, you know I am a cetic being from the fairies Kindom”
“Don´t talk to me” She said with anger looking at Cold
Her voice dripped with contempt, each word a dagger aimed at Phoebe’s heart. “Transform back into a siren at once and abandon this pathetic human guise, and you better stay away of the sea at least you want to die faster.” She said these late words directly to Cold face.
In a whirlwind of silk and regret, Selene stormed from the chamber, leaving Phoebe breathless and trembling.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as she buried her face in Cold’s shoulder, the safe harbor I had found suddenly feeling precarious and fraught with danger.
As if summoned by my grief, I found myself in the underwater castle of the sirens, shimmering in the light that filtered through the waves. I transformed back into my siren form, radiant and fierce, as Cold, too, changed into a mermaid with my help, the potion I had given him now fully taking effect. Together, we swam through the cool embrace of the water, our hearts beating as one, determined to confront Selene.
In the grand hall of the castle, an audience of shimmering sirens and powerful tritons gathered, their eyes alight with curiosity and trepidation. My voice rang clear, filled with defiance, as I declared my desire to wed Cold. “I choose love over obligation!” I cried, my heart swelling with conviction. “I´m still want to be our queen but I only will marry with Cold, my man who is also a Prince from Fairies Kingdom”
Yet Selene's response was swift and merciless. A cruel smile played at the corners of her lips. “You will marry Patrick, or you will suffer the ultimate punishment for your treachery,” she warned, her voice a seductive poison. “You shall be condemned to the bonfire, burning like a witch, the flames consuming your very essence.”
Panic surged through my body as I exchanged desperate glances with Cold. “We will not be separated!” I vowed, my voice trembling with fear and determination. In a surge of adrenaline, the pair darted away, escaping Selene's clutches, racing to the ocean’s surface where the moonlight danced upon the waves like scattered diamonds.
Cold swam by my side, and for our surprise Selene left us to scape. That night, hidden beneath a blanket of stars, we made love again, promising each other our eternal devotion, unaware of the fate that awaited us, loving our bodies, and our souls for eternity.
Days passed in a blur until the inevitable came crashing down. A hunt was mounted, and Phoebe was discovered on the shore, still entwined with Cold. That night Cold leaves Phoebe to look for dinner and special red wine for them, they were celebrating Halloween, a human tradition that night, and Cold wanted to make something special, but it was too late when He came back to their hidden place. Shouts of “Witch!” rang out, piercing the night air as she was dragged away, her heart breaking at the thought of the love she would lose.
The fire crackled ominously on the beach, an inferno that mirrored the chaos in Phoebe’s heart. As she stood bound and vulnerable, surrounded by the gathering crowd of sirens and tritons, her pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. Selene, unwavering in her resolve, ensured Phoebe faced the flames meant to purge the kingdom of her so-called treachery.
As the flames licked at her skin, the agony was overwhelming. Phoebe screamed for help, but in those final moments, as the searing heat threatened to consume her entirely, Sybila, her fairy godmother, emerged from the chaos. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a cascade of holy water that enveloped Phoebe, soothing her suffering.
“You won´t feel paint my dear, you are protected for flames now”
“I don´t want to die” I scream crying
“You will live one more time my dear, and your love will wait for you in his heart” Sybila, my fairy godmother said with the most kind words.
“Phoebe,” Sybila intoned, her voice echoing like a promise through the tumult. “You shall not perish in vain. You will be reborn in the body of a beautiful and pure human with the soul of a mermaid, and when the moon is full on the darkest night of Halloween, vengeance will be yours. You will come back to life again. You will forge bonds of love between our worlds, mermaids and fairies, restoring peace in Oceanía.”
The light of her soul dimmed yet glimmered in the essence of the water, bathing her in an ethereal glow that shielded her from the pain of death. Sybila fairy held her essence tightly, imparting visions of a fair-haired, beautiful woman savoring the thrill of love and loss. This would be the form Phoebe would take in her next life, and in this vision, she found solace—a chance to reclaim her heart, to fight for the love that had been stolen from her.
As the flames devoured her physical form, a vow lingered in the air, echoing with the promise of what was to come. Phoebe, the siren who dared to love, would rise again, destined to change the world in one Halloween night, when a human with mermaid heart loss her virginity.