TLM: A Certain Curiosity disneykinkloverMarch 14 2013, 17:03:28 UTC
I ended up choosing Alana... A) she has purple as her theme and that's my favorite color, B) according to the Disney Wiki she went on a 'misadventure to the surface with Ariel and Arista' and C) I'm hoping her name will be semi-easy to type... *Snorts*
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A Certain Curiosity
The three of them being beached had only furthered Ariel's fascination with humans. It scared Arista to the point of nightmares even a month after the incident. To Alana though, something withing her was awakened. She did not have the curiosity of their youngest sister - nor her stupidity in wearing her desire on her arm. Alana kept her tiny interest in humans a secret; inwardly reveling whenever Ariel discuss the surface-dwellers After their father tore apart Ariel's grotto in his rage, Alana's interest grew just a little bit more. Just what exactly about the humans had captured her sister's interest in them?
And now, years after Ariel first heard about the two-legs, here she was, married to one.
Alana decided it was her turn for discovery, especially now that her father's wrath had subsided.
Beyond swimming to the surface and looking, how was she to find one? It was nearing dusk - Ariel had said the word once, she'd gotten it from Scuttle. It mean the time that the sun left the land and the humans usually stayed inside. Pooey, she'd chosen the wrong time. But she didn't want to go home and come back in the morning... She scanned the beachline from her perch on a rock a ways out to sea, pondering her predicament. After nearly an hour a man came out of one of the buildings and made his way to the edge of a dock. He sat down, pulled off the funny things on his feet and then let his legs dangle in the water. Alana noted that he seemed to be having a little trouble walking on his two legs but she shrugged it off.
Alana swam over to him, peeking up from the waterline several fins' length from him. He was absolutely gorgeous! She had never seen a merperson as lovely as he. He was tall, and if his open shirt were any indication, muscular. Sandy hair that reached his shoulders reminded her of the beach. His eyes were dark blue and his mouth absolutely begged her to kiss him.
Who was she to resist?
Cautiously she made her way to him, making a little noise so as not to startle him. His head whipped up in her direction and he called out, "What's out there?" Alana stopped four fins from him.
"I am!" she answered cheerily.
He blinked his luscious eyes at her. "Siren. Mermaid. Git outta here. I ain't goin' to the depths with ya. Shoo." He flicked his hand at her.
Alana raised one eyebrow. She'd heard Ariel repeat Scuttle's stories of how beings like her tried to sing and bring men to their deaths in the sea.
"No. That's all wrong. I'm just curious and you're so lovely."
"Eh?" It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Yer interested in meh? Wha?" His eyes starred blankly at her and he seemed to roll this information around in his mind for a few moments. "Well, a'right, I guess. What're ya... what're ya curious abou?"
"You! All of you! Everything!" Alana rose up so that most of her upper body was visible and they could look almost eye-to-eye.
"Everytin?"
"Yes! How do your legs work? How do you walk? Why can't you see in the dark? What do you look like underneath your coverings? Take them off, I want to see!"
Re: TLM: A Certain Curiosity disneykinkloverMarch 14 2013, 17:10:21 UTC
He blinked at her. "Damn rum."
Alana had no idea what he was talking about but he proceeded to remove his coverings. He pulled the first covering over his head and tossed it behind him. She watched, wide eyed in fascination, as he bared his hairy chest to her. "Oh, you have hair on your chest! Why?"
"Don' know why. Just do."
As she'd guessed earlier, he was very muscular. She adored the way the lines on his chest showed that he was accustomed to hard labor. "Could, could I touch you? Please?"
He blinked at her. "Sure, I guess. Why not?"
She stretched her hand forward, wary of any attempt at capture. Her fingers grazed his hair arm, over his elbow, then danced up to explore his chest. The hair there was short, course; everything unlike her own hair. He had nipples on his chest, much like her father, but they were surrounded by the hair.
It pulled at something within her and she begged for more.
He stood to remove the coverings on his lower body, tossing them behind him and again sitting down. He kept his legs out of the water, stretched out but partially bent in front of him, feet on the edge of the dock. She squealed at the sight of his completely naked legs. "Oh, you stand on those! You walk on them! Those are your legs!"
"Yessum'am. Do ya want to know more abou 'em?"
"Oh, oh, yes please!" she clapped her hands together, reminding herself of Ariel as a child not too long ago. "Could I touch those also?"
"Well, sure. I ain't know most of the information, but I kin tell ya some." Again her hands touched him, beginning at his feet, poking at his toes. He narrated as her fingers played along his limps. "Dis here is the foot, those are the toes. The foot is connected to the rest 'o the leg by the ankle. And this is the calf, the knee, and the thigh."
Alana thought his thighs looked so very strong, felt so very strong under her hands. A strange image splashed into her head: What would happen if she put her face between his thighs and he squeezed? Just a little, not too much so that it hurt. The image sent her mind reeling and a warm feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach.
She realized that he had one article of covering still on. "What is that for?" she asked, pointing where his legs met his body.
"Oh, those? Those keep meh from pokin' out."
"Poking out? What would poke out?"
"Meh little pecker."
"Your... your what? Show me! Please!"
"Well, I guess..."
The man stood and carefully removed his remaining covering and then sat back down, his legs once again in the water, his hands on the dock on either side of his hips. This put the new fascination almost right in her face. Alana gasped as a limp, little wrinkly appendage was revealed to her. It was unlike anything she had ever seen in the wide ocean! (Granted, she hadn't seen much, nor was she very educated in many things... but she was still fascinated.) It looked a little like a tubber worm* had been blended with a turtle's ability to pull it's head in it's shell. There were also two sagging balls, one on either side of the thing, both a little wrinkly too. Her hand went to her mouth and she inched forward. "Could, could I touch it? Please?"
A funny look crossed his face. "Sure, iffn ya want to."
Slowly Alana stretched her hand forward. A small part of her mind continued to tell her to be ready to flee if he decided to capture her. However, another part of her mind informed her how vulnerable he was now, all naked and glorious before her. As her fingers gently touched the tip of his 'pecker' he let out a low, little moan. She jerked her hand back. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"
He sucked in a breath. "No, no. Jus' that I haven't had a woman touch meh in a very long time."
Re: TLM: A Certain Curiosity disneykinkloverMarch 14 2013, 17:25:43 UTC
"Yessum'am, that would be..." the same funny look again crossed his face. Alana noticed that his eyes were darker. "Er... Yeah. Go ahead."
Was he eager for her touch? Alana swept the mystery to the back of her mind for another day. Again she stretched out her fingers towards his pecker. Was it her imagination, or was the appendage getting a little stiffer, a little longer, a little less wrinkly? Another mystery... The pads of her fingers finally touched the tip of him and she did not yank back at his moan this time. Instead she flexed her fingers, putting more of her flesh against his pecker.
Alana rolled her hand along the tip of him until he was in the middle of her palm. She then grasped the tip, almost making a fist with her hand. A longer, slightly louder moan escaped past his lips. She brought her other hand up, bringing her whole body with her to better explore his pecker. Her eyes squinted as she drank him in, both of her hands gently moving up the shaft towards the balls. Each one of her hands took a ball into them, her fingers slightly squashing them.
"Oh, lawdy!"
She tipped her head up to look at him; was he alright? His head was back, his mouth open, and his eyes closed. Ariel sometimes had a face slightly like that, only with her eyes open - hers was a face of enjoyment. Surely if she was hurting him he would tell her to stop? But if he was enjoying it and she was getting her curiosity satisfied... She should keep going!
Her hands returned to the shaft, rubbing back and forth, up and down. Her fingers gave the skin little, gentle pinches. Her ministrations elicited more moans from him. He had a teeny hole at the tip, she discovered. One finger poked into it.
"Oh, gawd! Yes! A little harder, lass!"
Well, if he liked it that much... Alana obliged, applying a little more pressure to his entire length. "Oh, it's growing!"
"Yeah, it does that."
"This is normal?!"
"Yessum."
"Do - do you want me to stop?"
"No! No... please, please continue," he managed to gasp.
And so Alana continued for a few more moments, encouraged by the warm, growing thrum in her stomach.
Another thought splashed into her head. What did it taste like? What if... what if she put it into her mouth?
Re: TLM: A Certain Curiosity disneykinkloverMarch 14 2013, 17:26:21 UTC
As soon as the thought was conceived she acted. Using her hands, she guided the pecker to her mouth. In one swift motion, her tongue flicked out to his tip; then she glided completely over him.
He thrust into her, but not so much as she swallowed and gagged. Oh, he was so warm and large and throbbing! He groaned, "Yes, yes!" and she swirled her tongue over the pecker. Her eyes flicked up to his face to access his reaction... which was apparently good. As Alana continued moving her mouth and tongue over and around him, he continued to buck slightly and throw his head back and forth and to say "Yes, oh lawdy yes, yes!" over and over.
His hand came around and clasped the back of her head. For an air bubble instant Alana feared he meant to capture her. But then his fingers began massaging her scalp, tangling in her hair. With the slightest pressure his hand pushed her just a touch closer to him. This brought his pecker a little deeper into her mouth. And she understood that he was indicating his enjoyment and asking for more. And so Alana gave him more. For a few more moments she continued to twist her tongue about his pecker, adding sucking motions with his mouth.
"Oh, lass, I'm agonna-!" he grunted.
And something hot and salty spurted into her mouth.
Alana reeled back, eyes wide. Her tongue flicked about her mouth, tasting the invasive stickiness. Her fingers touched her lips, bringing out a little bit of the stuff. It was white sort of color she had never seen. She brought it to her nose and inhaled. "Oh! What, what is this?"
Her eyes went to him and saw him sagging back against the dock. Her mind flashed and she hoped she had not hurt him when she pulled away. "That? Oh, 's seed."
"Seed?"
"Yeah. When a man an' a woman have relations, the man put seed inta her. Sometimes she has a baby."
"A BABY?!" Alana shrieked.
"No no no lass! There's no cause for alarm!" He sat up quickly, making hand motions Alana decided to assume were mean to calm her. "We didn' have the righ kinna relations forn you to have a baby, I promise. Meh pecker's gotta go... go somewhere else."
"You promise?"
"Swear on meh king an' the sea."
Alana looked hard at him. Any oath he made on his land belief system made no actual commitment to her. But he had been so kind and sincere before now... Why would he lie? "Alright... I believe you."
"Tha's a good lass."
Silence hung between them for several minutes. Finally, Alana shrugged and broke it. "Well, I'm going to go home now. Thank you for teaching me about your body." She turned.
"Wait lass!"
"What?"
"Will I eva see you again?"
She shrugged again. "Maybe." With a flick of her fins she dove into the sea and made her way toward home.
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* = I am not sure where I heard "tubber worm" in my life... But if you look up "tube worm" on Wikipedia, you'll get the general idea of what I am aiming for.
I'm the prompter, returned from a long abscene from DisneyKink and I can't believe this got filled and in such a wonderful way! Thank you so much, I just adore this!
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A Certain Curiosity
The three of them being beached had only furthered Ariel's fascination with humans. It scared Arista to the point of nightmares even a month after the incident. To Alana though, something withing her was awakened. She did not have the curiosity of their youngest sister - nor her stupidity in wearing her desire on her arm. Alana kept her tiny interest in humans a secret; inwardly reveling whenever Ariel discuss the surface-dwellers After their father tore apart Ariel's grotto in his rage, Alana's interest grew just a little bit more. Just what exactly about the humans had captured her sister's interest in them?
And now, years after Ariel first heard about the two-legs, here she was, married to one.
Alana decided it was her turn for discovery, especially now that her father's wrath had subsided.
Beyond swimming to the surface and looking, how was she to find one? It was nearing dusk - Ariel had said the word once, she'd gotten it from Scuttle. It mean the time that the sun left the land and the humans usually stayed inside. Pooey, she'd chosen the wrong time. But she didn't want to go home and come back in the morning... She scanned the beachline from her perch on a rock a ways out to sea, pondering her predicament. After nearly an hour a man came out of one of the buildings and made his way to the edge of a dock. He sat down, pulled off the funny things on his feet and then let his legs dangle in the water. Alana noted that he seemed to be having a little trouble walking on his two legs but she shrugged it off.
Alana swam over to him, peeking up from the waterline several fins' length from him. He was absolutely gorgeous! She had never seen a merperson as lovely as he. He was tall, and if his open shirt were any indication, muscular. Sandy hair that reached his shoulders reminded her of the beach. His eyes were dark blue and his mouth absolutely begged her to kiss him.
Who was she to resist?
Cautiously she made her way to him, making a little noise so as not to startle him. His head whipped up in her direction and he called out, "What's out there?" Alana stopped four fins from him.
"I am!" she answered cheerily.
He blinked his luscious eyes at her. "Siren. Mermaid. Git outta here. I ain't goin' to the depths with ya. Shoo." He flicked his hand at her.
Alana raised one eyebrow. She'd heard Ariel repeat Scuttle's stories of how beings like her tried to sing and bring men to their deaths in the sea.
"No. That's all wrong. I'm just curious and you're so lovely."
"Eh?" It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "Yer interested in meh? Wha?" His eyes starred blankly at her and he seemed to roll this information around in his mind for a few moments. "Well, a'right, I guess. What're ya... what're ya curious abou?"
"You! All of you! Everything!" Alana rose up so that most of her upper body was visible and they could look almost eye-to-eye.
"Everytin?"
"Yes! How do your legs work? How do you walk? Why can't you see in the dark? What do you look like underneath your coverings? Take them off, I want to see!"
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Alana had no idea what he was talking about but he proceeded to remove his coverings. He pulled the first covering over his head and tossed it behind him. She watched, wide eyed in fascination, as he bared his hairy chest to her. "Oh, you have hair on your chest! Why?"
"Don' know why. Just do."
As she'd guessed earlier, he was very muscular. She adored the way the lines on his chest showed that he was accustomed to hard labor. "Could, could I touch you? Please?"
He blinked at her. "Sure, I guess. Why not?"
She stretched her hand forward, wary of any attempt at capture. Her fingers grazed his hair arm, over his elbow, then danced up to explore his chest. The hair there was short, course; everything unlike her own hair. He had nipples on his chest, much like her father, but they were surrounded by the hair.
It pulled at something within her and she begged for more.
He stood to remove the coverings on his lower body, tossing them behind him and again sitting down. He kept his legs out of the water, stretched out but partially bent in front of him, feet on the edge of the dock. She squealed at the sight of his completely naked legs. "Oh, you stand on those! You walk on them! Those are your legs!"
"Yessum'am. Do ya want to know more abou 'em?"
"Oh, oh, yes please!" she clapped her hands together, reminding herself of Ariel as a child not too long ago. "Could I touch those also?"
"Well, sure. I ain't know most of the information, but I kin tell ya some." Again her hands touched him, beginning at his feet, poking at his toes. He narrated as her fingers played along his limps. "Dis here is the foot, those are the toes. The foot is connected to the rest 'o the leg by the ankle. And this is the calf, the knee, and the thigh."
Alana thought his thighs looked so very strong, felt so very strong under her hands. A strange image splashed into her head: What would happen if she put her face between his thighs and he squeezed? Just a little, not too much so that it hurt. The image sent her mind reeling and a warm feeling began to grow in the pit of her stomach.
She realized that he had one article of covering still on. "What is that for?" she asked, pointing where his legs met his body.
"Oh, those? Those keep meh from pokin' out."
"Poking out? What would poke out?"
"Meh little pecker."
"Your... your what? Show me! Please!"
"Well, I guess..."
The man stood and carefully removed his remaining covering and then sat back down, his legs once again in the water, his hands on the dock on either side of his hips. This put the new fascination almost right in her face. Alana gasped as a limp, little wrinkly appendage was revealed to her. It was unlike anything she had ever seen in the wide ocean! (Granted, she hadn't seen much, nor was she very educated in many things... but she was still fascinated.) It looked a little like a tubber worm* had been blended with a turtle's ability to pull it's head in it's shell. There were also two sagging balls, one on either side of the thing, both a little wrinkly too. Her hand went to her mouth and she inched forward. "Could, could I touch it? Please?"
A funny look crossed his face. "Sure, iffn ya want to."
Slowly Alana stretched her hand forward. A small part of her mind continued to tell her to be ready to flee if he decided to capture her. However, another part of her mind informed her how vulnerable he was now, all naked and glorious before her. As her fingers gently touched the tip of his 'pecker' he let out a low, little moan. She jerked her hand back. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you?"
He sucked in a breath. "No, no. Jus' that I haven't had a woman touch meh in a very long time."
"Oh, ok. May I continue? Please?"
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Was he eager for her touch? Alana swept the mystery to the back of her mind for another day. Again she stretched out her fingers towards his pecker. Was it her imagination, or was the appendage getting a little stiffer, a little longer, a little less wrinkly? Another mystery... The pads of her fingers finally touched the tip of him and she did not yank back at his moan this time. Instead she flexed her fingers, putting more of her flesh against his pecker.
Alana rolled her hand along the tip of him until he was in the middle of her palm. She then grasped the tip, almost making a fist with her hand. A longer, slightly louder moan escaped past his lips. She brought her other hand up, bringing her whole body with her to better explore his pecker. Her eyes squinted as she drank him in, both of her hands gently moving up the shaft towards the balls. Each one of her hands took a ball into them, her fingers slightly squashing them.
"Oh, lawdy!"
She tipped her head up to look at him; was he alright? His head was back, his mouth open, and his eyes closed. Ariel sometimes had a face slightly like that, only with her eyes open - hers was a face of enjoyment. Surely if she was hurting him he would tell her to stop? But if he was enjoying it and she was getting her curiosity satisfied... She should keep going!
Her hands returned to the shaft, rubbing back and forth, up and down. Her fingers gave the skin little, gentle pinches. Her ministrations elicited more moans from him. He had a teeny hole at the tip, she discovered. One finger poked into it.
"Oh, gawd! Yes! A little harder, lass!"
Well, if he liked it that much... Alana obliged, applying a little more pressure to his entire length. "Oh, it's growing!"
"Yeah, it does that."
"This is normal?!"
"Yessum."
"Do - do you want me to stop?"
"No! No... please, please continue," he managed to gasp.
And so Alana continued for a few more moments, encouraged by the warm, growing thrum in her stomach.
Another thought splashed into her head. What did it taste like? What if... what if she put it into her mouth?
Reply
He thrust into her, but not so much as she swallowed and gagged. Oh, he was so warm and large and throbbing! He groaned, "Yes, yes!" and she swirled her tongue over the pecker. Her eyes flicked up to his face to access his reaction... which was apparently good. As Alana continued moving her mouth and tongue over and around him, he continued to buck slightly and throw his head back and forth and to say "Yes, oh lawdy yes, yes!" over and over.
His hand came around and clasped the back of her head. For an air bubble instant Alana feared he meant to capture her. But then his fingers began massaging her scalp, tangling in her hair. With the slightest pressure his hand pushed her just a touch closer to him. This brought his pecker a little deeper into her mouth. And she understood that he was indicating his enjoyment and asking for more. And so Alana gave him more. For a few more moments she continued to twist her tongue about his pecker, adding sucking motions with his mouth.
"Oh, lass, I'm agonna-!" he grunted.
And something hot and salty spurted into her mouth.
Alana reeled back, eyes wide. Her tongue flicked about her mouth, tasting the invasive stickiness. Her fingers touched her lips, bringing out a little bit of the stuff. It was white sort of color she had never seen. She brought it to her nose and inhaled. "Oh! What, what is this?"
Her eyes went to him and saw him sagging back against the dock. Her mind flashed and she hoped she had not hurt him when she pulled away. "That? Oh, 's seed."
"Seed?"
"Yeah. When a man an' a woman have relations, the man put seed inta her. Sometimes she has a baby."
"A BABY?!" Alana shrieked.
"No no no lass! There's no cause for alarm!" He sat up quickly, making hand motions Alana decided to assume were mean to calm her. "We didn' have the righ kinna relations forn you to have a baby, I promise. Meh pecker's gotta go... go somewhere else."
"You promise?"
"Swear on meh king an' the sea."
Alana looked hard at him. Any oath he made on his land belief system made no actual commitment to her. But he had been so kind and sincere before now... Why would he lie? "Alright... I believe you."
"Tha's a good lass."
Silence hung between them for several minutes. Finally, Alana shrugged and broke it. "Well, I'm going to go home now. Thank you for teaching me about your body." She turned.
"Wait lass!"
"What?"
"Will I eva see you again?"
She shrugged again. "Maybe." With a flick of her fins she dove into the sea and made her way toward home.
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* = I am not sure where I heard "tubber worm" in my life... But if you look up "tube worm" on Wikipedia, you'll get the general idea of what I am aiming for.
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