Sabrina is a virgin mermaid with a secret, fleshly passion for Sir Jake Cranwell, the handsome Regency gentleman she has been spying upon from afar. She wants to give herself only to him, heart, soul and body. She dreams of savoring his lips, his caresses...his penetration. No one else will do. She may get her chance when, on the night of the merfolk's riverside orgy, where Sabrina alone remains pure, she inexplicably finds herself face-to-face with Jake.
His desire matches hers, as his virile body cannot hide, but is he free? Lady Evangeline Bellington, Jake's cruel former lover, exerts an irresistibly erotic hold upon him--and she will stop at nothing to win him back.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Wanton Little Mermaid by Sandra Heath
Neptune's annual riverside orgy for merfolk was always the scene of profligacy second to none, and one that his longsuffering queen, the goddess Salacia, refused to attend. The god's carnal desire to fuck young mermaids, a feat only possible on this one night, was so insatiable and public that his wife would have no more to do with him. Not that he cared. Faithfulness would never figure in his philosophy. He was tall, muscular, golden and handsome, with black eyes, a tightly curled gilded beard and an inflated opinion of himself. Vanity was his second name and Carnality his third.
July nights in England were almost always warm, and this year of 1814 was no exception. The deep River Severn shone silver beneath a full moon, and the orgy was in full swing in a tree-fringed clearing where the Royal Forest of Dean swept down almost to the water's edge. The clearing was in the grounds of Winterleigh Court, a fine fifteenth-century half-timbered mansion that had been closed for several years now.
Winterleigh Court stood on the leafy slopes above the river, and had beautiful, if neglected, stepped gardens that descended to the strip of ancient deciduous woodland that guarded the semicircle of the clearing itself. A mile upstream, on the busy turnpike between Chepstow and Gloucester, was the small town of Blakenham, where even the advent of a large temporary army camp made no difference to the rural seclusion of Winterleigh Court, drowsing in its secret place.
So much for the setting, it is time to tell of the orgy itself. Such functions are always popular, of course, but Neptune's was almost ridiculously so because, for just a few hours, chosen merfolk were granted human legs and genitalia and were able to indulge in all human fleshly excesses. Without a fish tail in sight, they could leave water for solid ground and, well...fuck as often as they pleased.
At sundown Neptune had arrived in a pink chariot made from the biggest oyster shell ever discovered. It was iridescently beautiful and commanded attention, especially as it was drawn by a quartet of that rare steed, the greater white hippocampus. The music of the merman orchestra was exquisite, particularly the kelp strings and shark's teeth pipes, although it had to be said that the conch horns lacked a truly delicate touch. Conversation was ribald, the food was choice, shell lanterns glowed, and the atmosphere was delightfully convivial...and, of course, libidinous. It was the gathering at which to be seen, where inhibitions had to be cast aside and provocative behavior wasn't merely tolerated but expected. In short, as Sabrina would in future days observe to her best friend Anemone, Neptune's orgy wasn't in the least like Almack's, Carlton House or Brighton Pavilion, but very like the riotous goings-on at certain addresses in St. James'. Not that Sabrina would ever grace such establishments with her presence, of course, she would hear all about them from others.
Anemone--being Anemone--would decide that houses of ill repute sounded much more exciting than the stuffy haunts of the human haut ton, but even by mermaid standards, Anemone was of a dissolute disposition. She and purity had long since parted company, whereas Sabrina, a dedicated virgin, had every intention of retaining hers.
Annual cocks and pussies notwithstanding, Anemone was in the sulk of all sulks. She had been appointed Neptune's concubine for the night, but he had ignored her--and, it had to be admitted, every other mermaid too, but that was not the point. Being neglected was not something to which Anemone was accustomed. She was the most self-important and immoral mermaid of all, and considered herself to be superior in every way. As with the rest of her kind, she was green, from her hair and eyes to her skin and even her blood. She was very pretty, and always fragrant with her favorite essence of red clover. Without exception, mermen found her desirable, but tonight she wanted only Neptune. It was something she had set her heart on, and as his concubine it was something she had every right to expect.
Erotic frissons of anticipation had rippled through her from the moment she'd been chosen. What would it be like to have his splendidly proportioned member inside her? To actually have a god inside her? Although she shivered in delight merely thinking about it, she seemed set to continue wondering, because said divine member, of which Neptune made no secret of being proud, had not been put to use at all, nor had it even stirred with passing interest. It just drooped there against his equally impressive balls and did nothing. It was whispered that he'd had a surfeit of shrimp curry the night before, but no one knew for certain. He seemed well enough as he presided over the proceedings. Seated on a raised golden throne that was adorned with rare water lilies stolen from an ornamental pool at Winterleigh Court, he frequently raised his new jeweled quizzing glass to study the moonlit scene of carnal abandonment before him. But he certainly seemed to be studiously ignoring the little gray-and-white striped awning where Anemone and Sabrina sat together on seaweed cushions.
Insulted and annoyed, Anemone found fault with everything about him. "How vain he is to use that stupid quizzing glass rather than wear spectacles. We all know he's so short-sighted he can hardly see beyond his nose!"
"He doesn't need to for what you want," Sabrina remarked drily.