Sex On The Beach (Little Mermaid, NC-17)
Fandom: The Little Mermaid
Pairing: Ariel/Eric
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens if Eric found Ariel before she put on her sail dress and had to have his way with her?
A/N: Originally posted at Disney Kink in response to a prompt. Deviates from movie time-line in order to give smutty goodness.
Sex On The Beach
Eric walked along the beach and stared at the ocean. The rolling seas used to calm him, the pulsing tide washed away his cares, but now it served as a reminder of all he could not have. No moment passed without him thinking about the girl, the voice, the song that pulled him back to life after his ship sank. Obsession wasn't strong enough a word. He'd sent all of his best men out into his kingdom and all of the surrounding friendly territories in hopes that he would find the mystery maiden. When days passed, fruitless, he despaired.
Today he started his day in the same pattern he had started every day since his quest began. He walked the same beach where Grimly discovered him, back and forth, hoping against hope that he may find some clue to his rescuer's identity. What he found today was better than he could ever imagine.
He turned a craggy corner and stopped dead in his tracks. There, not twenty feet away from him, was the girl from his dreams. And she was absolutely naked.
Her red hair flashed and waved around her body as she spun back and forth on long, slender legs. She watched the way her body moved and her muscles flexed with each movement. Pert breasts bounced as she jumped in the air and caught herself on nimble feet again and again. Her stomach sloped down to a thatch of hair as red as her head.
Delicate hands traced down her sides as if to tickle her own skin and continue down to cup her ass. She squeezed and turned, this gave him a clear view of exactly how she held herself. She bent at the waist, still holding tight to her two round cheeks, and examines her toes. Even at this distance he can see every pretty fold that she has to offer.
She is perfect.
She is so preoccupied with herself she didn’t see him. She didn't see him slip his hand down past his red belt and into his trousers. She didn't see him stroke his length up and down beneath the fabric as she dances and tests her new limbs. She didn't hear him growl in his chest over the ocean waves when she bent and presented herself to him in the most delicious way possible. She didn't even realize he was there until she felt him lick the length of her slit.
Oh. Oh!
The sensation itself shot her upright, the shock of someone else's presence a secondary motivator, but she whirls around to see Eric rise from his knees on the sand to stand in front of her. What did he just do that made everything in her feel electric?
She can't believe that he found her! Her heart stuttered. Her breath hitched. Her mind raced. He was more handsome than the last time she saw him. She didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.
He doesn't say anything, for which she is partially grateful. She hadn't spent much time trying to think of how to explain her situation without her voice, but her heart swelled just at the sight of him. She loves him! Instead of speaking, he steps into her and reaches one hand to the crux of her legs. Deft fingers slip into the red curls and - oh! The electricity is back. Each stroke brought a tightening, deep tension in the base of her stomach that curled and writhed. What was this? What did it mean?
Her hands grab her breasts. The tingling of her nipples overwhelmed her, but the pressure of her palms give no respite. She tossed her head back and spread her new legs wider because while she doesn't understand exactly what he is doing, she knows she does not want him to stop. She trusts him, she loves him, and she just might die if he stopped.
She needed to touch him, too, needed to make him feel these things she felt. She reached for him. Intuition led her. If the thing between her legs felt this good being touched - surely he had something between his legs that felt the same. Her hands struggled with the fabric of his belt and pants, unaccustomed to clothing, but found a way to get past it.
What he had was nothing like what she had. At first she was surprised. It was so dark, so hard, so long. It didn't look like anything she'd ever seen before. Then she was intrigued. One small hand wrapped around the end where a single hole wept a drop of white fluid. The contact made Eric groan. She jumped at the throaty noise and dropped her hand. Swiftly he grabbed her hand and replaced it on his cock.
"Here. Just..." He looked at her from under hooded lids as she moves her hand along his length with his, showing her what he wanted. What he needed.
When he let go and let her try on her own - she grabbed his cock with both hands. Her fingers barely wrapped his girth. She pulled like he showed her. He made that same noise again, hungry and desperate, and this time it excited her instead of scared her. This time she knew it was because she got something right.
Just as she got something of a rhythm she felt his finger go inside her. She didn't know that was possible! Her legs trembled at the penetration and her head lolled to the side. It felt so good, so right. Then the finger in her body moved and she could not breathe. If it felt good to just have his finger inside of her, it felt amazing to have him move along her inner walls.
The burning in her stomach stoked to an inferno. The pressure and anticipation of some unknown thing twisted into such a tight knot she knew that if she had a voice she would scream in frustration. She rocked into his hand, pressing back, her hands irregular and jerky on his cock as her body demanded selfish gratification it didn't understand.
He slipped in a second finger and she shattered.
It felt like her body was breaking apart, splitting into a million tiny pieces and exploding with light. There was no air to breathe, no room to move. She shuddered and convulsed while his fingers mercilessly worked deep within her untouched body. He kept her steady while she rode through the final waves of pleasure against his fingers.
Her hands stopped moving on his cock the moment he threw her over the edge into the spinning world of color and pleasure. Now he removed them entirely and pulled his hands away from her moist, pink folds. She looked up at him in orgasm hazed confusion. Why did he want to stop this? Why would he ever want to stop something that felt so unbelievable?
It was just that she didn't know there was more.
In one swift move, he turned her and bent her at the waist. Her hands grab at the sea-smoothed boulder in front of her and braced her body. Eric's hand, almost too large and rough against her skin, pressed against her lower back and she was forced to arch her ass up towards him.
The space between her legs was still sensitive and throbbing so she jumped when she felt the smooth head of his member touch her newly formed opening. He pressed in steadily in one uninterrupted thrust. The slick walls of her channel sucked him in until there was nothing left and he just stayed there for a moment - panting. The clench of her wine hot flesh too his breath.
Her hands fisted against the rock. The feeling was impossible. She was so full, stuffed to her limit, but all she wanted was more. She remembered the way it felt when his finger had started moving inside of her and she wanted that. She tilted forward onto her toes and her rock just a bit and he slipped out just a fraction before she fell back onto her heels and pushed her ass back against his hips. Her mouth fell open into a silent gasp. How could anything feel so perfect?
Eric took hold of both of her hips at her movement. He didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled out until just the tip was in her before pushing back into the tight channel of the girl of his dreams. He repeated this a few times, reveling in the friction, the delicious torture of self-denial, before he caved and began thrusting in earnest.
Ariel pressed back against him as best she could, needing more, wanting everything he could give her. That coiling pleasure in her stomach wound tight again and all she wanted was more. Her arms ached from holding herself up against the unrelenting onslaught of his passion, but she didn't care. She would never care as long as his body and her body stayed connected like this.
One hand grasped a selfish handful of her wild mane and pulled so she had to crane her neck back towards him. He bent to meet her, his hips never stopped, and his lips brushed up the column of her neck to her ear. The sensation of his touch exploded in every nerve and her eyes rolled back as she gets so close.
"Come for me." He rasped and bit her earlobe.
She didn't know what he meant. She didn't understand the words. All she understood was the warmth of his breath in her ear, the scrape of his stubble on her neck, the pressure of his teeth against her skin, and the unrelenting rock of his hips. All those things swirled together and she felt that same overwhelming surge of fire and light pulse through her body.
She was tight before, but now she is impossible. Her pleasure, her gripping, quaking, pounding pleasure around his cock pulls him over the edge along with her. He thrusts deep, instinct taking over as every muscle of his body pulls taut and releases deep inside of her.
They slump together against the smooth warm rock, boneless and breathless. Eric nuzzles his face against her neck and she smiles, satisfied. Everything she lost by being human was made up for just by this moment.
"I'm so glad I found you." Eric said and she is, too.
Sebastian, Scuttle, and Flounder all watched from the surf.