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The splash draws David's attention. He looks up, toward the sound and he freezes in the middle of chewing. Slowly, he swallows, and calls.

"What're y' doin'n the water, lady?"

The woman has dark hair, wet and dirty with swamp water. She peers at him with unnaturally large eyes and a silence that makes the wind in the trees seem louder than they were a second before.

She has a sickly sort of greenish tone to her skin, and spots that look like fish scales that have caught on it, or perhaps alega. She's filthy, but she's pretty. There is an intensity in her eyes, and as David pays more attention to the dark colour in them, he sees that she transfixed follows his hand in which he holds a sandwich.

"Y' hungry, lady?" he asks. She certainly looks it, with how scrawny she seems.

David reaches out, offering her the sandwich, She stares at him in silence for several long moments. Moments that turn into minutes, until she finally pulls herself closer to reach out for the sandwich. With wet fingers soaking the sandwich, she turns it around, inspecting it. It doesn't take long before she discards the bread, tossing it back into the water over her shoulder. David sees fishes rise to nip at it, surprisingly as the woman still rests half in the water.

She seems to be interested in the meat though, chomping down on the thick slice of ham. It disappears quickly, and David sees she has long sharp teeth around her mouth that easily tear into the meat. As she runs out of ham, the woman turns her eyes up on David, a hunger in her large eyes.

David considers for a moment. For a while, he just watches her watch him. Her fingers curl in the wet grass, her lips slightly parted. David sees the sharp shapes of her teeth. He shifts, and she jerks. David grasps one of the bags he has with him, pulling it closer. He sees her body tense, suspiciously looking at his every move. David zips open the bag, and greyish pink is flashed. The woman's eyes widen, as David slips a knife in, slicing away a hunk of meat.

The woman snatches the meat into her hands, burying her teeth in it. David watches with fascination as she eats. Her appetite is voracious, he notices as he cuts off more chunks of meat. She doesn't question why he is carrying such large amounts of meat in a couple of large sports bags, only cares that he is giving it to her.

David begins to not reach as far as he offers up the meat, making the woman lean further to grasp it. As she eats she doesn't focus on him, and David moves a little bit at a time away from the water. He holds out another piece of meat, and another, and she has to pull herself further out of the water.

There is green and grey on her skin, the lower on her body that David sees. With widening eyes as he watches her crawl out of the water, David sees that the woman doesn't have any legs. In their place, she has a fish fin, a murky green-grey that catches the light of the sun. Realisation dawns on him, as the word mermaid makes its way into David's mind.

He has never had much of an interest in mythology, even if he'd wanted to fuck Ariel. That was something everyone wanted to do, though. Seeing an actual mermaid in front of him, though, is a completely different thing.

When David offers her the next bit of meat, he doesn't hold it out far from him at all. She drags herself over to him, leaving a wet trail of pressed-down grass. With smaller pieces, David maneuvers the mermaid to lean against his body. She doesn't seem opposed to it as long as he keeps feeding her. He takes a chance, pulling a whole arm out of the bag at once. The woman gasps, but unexpectedly doesn't admonish or scream, only grabs at the arm and bites into it. Happily, she gnaws at the arm. David takes the opportunity to adjust her against his body, which she says nothing about.

David gingerly puts a hand on the mermaid's waist. She flinches a little, but doesn’t pull away. He puts his other hand on the other side of her waist. The mermaid is tiny, and he can put his hands around her entire waist without effort. Her skin is wet and slippery, and when he looks he sees tiny scales have come off on his skin. David slowly runs one hand upward, trailing her lithe body with his touch. The mermaid shivers, a muffled little noise of air coming from the arm between her teeth. Taking it as encouragement, David continues his path upward, searching her chest. It is completely flat, but David doesn't mind. It is unfortunate that she doesn't have any nipples, though, that he does miss. Every woman ought to have some nice nipples to pinch and play with.

His other hand he moves downward, until he reaches the place where her skin turns into full scales. He notices her pause, the bone half chewed through. David lowers his hand, searching for folds. He has absolutely no clue what a mermaid's cunt might look like, but there has to be a way to find it with touch. The mermaid whimpers, and there is a soft crunch in the bone marrow of the arm.

"You like that, lady?" David murmurs. The position they are in doesn't allow him to whisper in her ear, the height difference is too great, but she still shudders. Though it might have been because of the way David slides a hand against her jawbone and caresses her cheek with his thumb.

Her jaw is very small, soft under his touch. David squeezes a little, making the mermaid part her lips and teeth, the arm lowering. "Yeah, I think y'do, Petals," David hums. Petals whimpers, still soundless.

Her tail flaps against the grass when David finds a bump in her scales, and he smiles. "There it is," he murmurs to himself and to her. David slips his fingers to find each side of the slit that he has found. Petals shivers He rubs up and down along it, stimulating the vulva that he can feel fatten up with blood. Petals whimpers. David dips one of his fingers inside of Petals cunt. She lets out a small airy moan. He feels around, searching her wet walls. Another quiet moan, and her body is shivering against his. Her mermaid insides feels a lot different from a human cunt, he notes. A lot more protruding flesh, a very big clit.

Not a clit, he realises as the meaty bit starts to protrude past the pussy lips. A cock. That is definitely a cock.

David frowns, his hands stilling. Petals lets out a noise that sounds like a whine of confusion. David pulls his hand away from her cock, which definitely is a cock even though it is strangely curved and sickly pale in colour. David feels tricked. If she was a guy from the start, she should have told him so.

Grip tightening on Petals jaw, David angles her face up toward him. Her big eyes holds confusion, and a little bit of pain and fear. She is so pretty, a cute, round face, large eyes, long hair, tiny body. It is a good way to trick guys. And a good way to still keep the guys interested. "You're lucky you've got a pretty face, Petals."

Petals drops the decapitated arm she is holding when David searches lower, and finds another slit. An asshole is good enough, he supposes, though it is unfortunate that she diesn't have a proper cunt. She groans as David, fingers coated in the slime on her body, slips two into her at once. It is the loudest sound she has made thus far, yet still so quiet. David wonders if she perhaps is mute. Not that it matters. In fact, that is a pretty good thing if she is; she won’t be able to tell anyone that he has fed her human body parts.

Her body shakes as David spreads her open. He watches her cock for a few moments, sees it bounce in the air. But he looks away, unable to look at it. Petals shifts,. It seems as if she is trying to both move into and out of David's grip. David pulls her closer, eyeing her expression as he tilts her head back further. Her hands finds the chewed arm she had dropped. David can see faint traces of the start of bruises on her face from his fingers pressing tightly into them, and he can feel her try to pull her face free. But she is also thrusting her hips up to make David's fingers bury deeper.

So he pulls his fingers out and he releases her face. A quiet squeak comes out of her as David turns her over on her stomach. He wraps an arm around her fin, pulling it up against his chest. She is very light, and it’s an easy thing to do. Petals tries to turn around without success.

David wants to fuck her, but at the same time he doesn’t want to think about her wormy pale cock. It is the only part of her that isn't cute. Cocks aren't cute, and shouldn't sit on a woman's body. She should have been a proper mermaid, David thinks.

Her fin is flexible, bending against his body as though the bones in it are soft. David is very pleased when he manages to find the right angle, and is able to press up against her ass cunt without having to see her cock. Petals gasps, ruffling the grass straws in front of her face.

It feels good to push his cock inside of her. Petals’ ass cunt is cool around David's cock head. She is slippery to hold, and she is slippery to press into. It feels good. Even if it isn't a real cunt, it is a hole that is comfortable to penetrate.

David thrusts, his hips driving forward and his cock inside. And there is another not-sound from Petals’, and she squeezes the torn arm to her chest. David pulls his cock out all the way, lines his cock back up, and when he thrust into Petals’ again it is with a hard shove that shakes her body. He finds a way to pull all the way out and not having to search before he pushes back in, and David can enjoy the way that Petals’ cool and slippery ass cunt clasps tightly to his cock. David grunts with each thrust, and his want to feel that good little ass cunt around his cock again makes him thrust harder. David heards the sound of bone snapping, and sees the arm in Petals’ embrace has broken in the middle. She is gasping, her breath ragged in the forest's semi-silence. David's lips twitch at one corner.

"Feelin' real good, huh, Petals? Want more? I'll give you more."

David's thrusting hadn't been violent before, but now it becomes violent. He bends forward, making Petals’ tail fin curve far. She cries out, and pained not-sounds pour past her lips. She feels so good, and so much tighter. Maybe she has cummed, maybe she is in a lot of pain. David doesn't care, as long as she is tight and sucks his cock right back inside her ass pussy.

Petals squirms on the ground beneath him, her long hair pooling around her and her arms making the arm she holds break even further.

David feels the quiet sound of her pain build the last of what he lacks up. He is close to folding her in half, and her struggle makes David hot and too hard. He blows his load in her hole, grunting into her dark drying hair. He curses on his breath, his hands pressing against her shoulder blades. She feels so good. David cums hard and for a whole minute. He is pretty sure it is a record, that he's never cummed that good before. Her hole squeezes down on him, holding him in an iron grip.

It’s an effort to pull out of her. She lays limp on the ground, her tail fin flipping back in the grass. Her body shakes, and David sees her gaze is glazed. She whimpers, quietly moaning.

With tired muscles, David reaches to pull one of his bags closer, and peers inside. There is a hand in there, still. Besides that, Petals has eaten everything. It’s amazing. And an easy way to dispose of bodies. Never has he had one of his victims disappear so completely. It’s ideal, really. He looks back at Petals, and it is too tempting to just use her again. It’s easy enough to transport a body, and she’s small enough to fit in only one of the sports bags.
David starts to tuck one bag into the other, making the layers serve as a bit of water proofing.

Once done, David takes the hand and waves it in Petals’ face. Her eyes opens, a slit of the darkness visible. He offers it to her, and she reaches out. He pulls it from her reach, and with a huff, she drags her body after it. David puts the hand back in the bottom of the bag, and Petals reaches in. When she is occupied chewing on the offering, David pushes her into the bag.

There is the sound of a wordless, mute screech.

David zips up the inner bag quickly against her attempt at rolling over. He zips up the outer bag soon after. She struggles against the bags, but it is useless. The bags are sturdy, and she has little room to use to maneuver around.

Hoisting the bag up on his shoulder, David looks around to make sure that he has left nothing behind. The bread has been picked apart by the fishes, the body parts has been eaten by the mermaid, and the only evidence of David's presence are the depressed grass left by him and Petals. That is good enough for David, and he heads out of the forest, the quickly tiring mermaid growing still in the bags that he carries.

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