The Little Mermaid Part 3: The Trident
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Contains: >!ENF, Familial Aspects, Cuntbust, Testicle forced Back inside (no gore)!<
[Ariel](https://preview.redd.it/w6b9xaes9etf1.jpg?width=1536&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=abe90ed34cbc3342062ede8c296d32c21f8571e6)
The coral doors to the grand hall slammed open as Ariel stormed inside. She had fashioned a bikini from seaweed to cover her newly formed body. The knots of the bottoms dug into her soft hips and rode up to expose her toned ass cheeks. Across her chest, she had tied a thin strip of kelp, just thick enough to cover her nipples, leaving the huge swell of her breasts to spill out from the top and bottom. Every rage-filled breath she took caused her makeshift top to strain to the point of snapping.
Beside her, Ursula floated through the open doors as if she owned the place. Her human disguise had long since vanished. The magical black tar clung to her voluptuous figure, shifting and contracting to form a bodice that squeezed her heavy breasts together into a deep valley of cleavage before tapering off into her thick tentacles, making the whole outfit look like a grotesque, living gown.
At the far end of the hall, King Triton lounged lazily in his driftwood throne. Jammed into the ground in front of him was his trident. The symbol of his power was now being used as an impromptu stripper’s pole. Arista, one of his favourite companions, had her hands gripped tightly around the pole as she danced.
She was a vision of beauty with wide blue eyes, her full lips curled into a vacant smile, and long platinum hair that had been bleached by the sun. The pearl necklace that Triton had gifted her dangled between her perky bare breasts. Her tail was covered in pink scales that sparkled with every twirl. She arched her back, pressing the trident between her breasts as she slid down its shaft.
Aquata, Triton’s other concubine, was grinding her hips against the King’s thick tail. She had wavy brown hair that tumbled around her face. Her tail shimmered with midnight blues that faded into streaks of violet, making her dark ebony skin shine. She tugged at Triton’s beard, roughly pulling him between her enormous breasts. She giggled as Triton eagerly motorboated her tits.
“Father,” Ariel snapped. “We need to talk.”
Triton lifted his head reluctantly from Aquata’s chest. His golden coral crown now sat lopsided on his mane of silver hair. His eyes flicked to Ariel, widening with surprise at the sight of her slender legs, before glaring when they landed on Ursula beside her.
“I should have known you were behind corrupting my daughter’s innocence!”
“She came to me,” Ursula smirked, tracing a finger up Ariel’s thigh before squeezing her plump ass, making Ariel yelp in surprise. “I only gave her the means to explore her curiosity.”
“Enough games, Daddy. I know the truth. About why we have tails. About men’s weakness!”
Triton’s smile faded as he pushed the mermaids off him. Pouting, Arista and Aquata reluctantly retreated into the shadows but lingered nearby to listen.
“You think you know the sea, my little minnow? You’ve seen the surface, a few shipwrecks, a few silly humans, and you think you understand power?” He chuckled deeply, running a finger over his trident, its gold glinting in the low light. “I’ve ruled for a long time, and when have we had war, suffering, or disorder? I knew what Ursula’s reign would mean. Chaos. Division. Ariel, she scared everyone, especially me. Her hunger for power could never be filled, and she didn’t care how she got it.”
Triton shuddered at a memory, falling silent for a moment. Ariel looked at her father and saw a man who acted out of fear rather than malice. He took a deep breath before continuing.
“So I went searching for a way to stop her. I swam where no merfolk dared before. Down to the trench where even light is afraid to go. That’s where I found it. Buried deep inside the rotting belly of a beast. A lamp and inside… a beautiful, blue temptress with power beyond imagination. This genie granted me three wishes. I used them to try to make sure our kingdom would be safe, but she twisted my words. First, I wished only I could rule. So she gave me the power to control the sea.” He pulled the trident from the ground to lazily twirl it. “Now, only my seed and I can rule. Second, I wished no merfolk could ever be stronger than me. So she took our legs. Made us all the same, but she also took away our release. Do you know what it’s like to have hundreds of years of blue balls?”
His voice boomed at no one in particular, as his eyes drifted down longingly to Ariel’s chest. Ariel followed his gaze, her face scrunching in annoyance as she realised where he was staring. Triton quickly broke away before continuing.
“But it’s better this way. Finally, I wished that no other mermaid would ever lay hands on the lamp again. So she vanished, taking it somewhere no mer could follow. A place of endless sand and heat.” Triton’s gaze flicked toward Ursula with anger before returning to Ariel. “When I banished her, she went crawling to that very hole I found the lamp in, hoping to find it. Even though the lamp wasn’t there, the magic lingered somehow. Seeping into the very sinew around it. My sister has always been good at sniffing out scraps of power. She now wears it like a second skin, but make no mistake, my little guppy, she’s nothing without it. Please, forget this nonsense, before she poisons your mind and curses the kingdom I created. This is a place of peace.”
Triton leaned forward, his voice dropping to a softer tone as his eyes turned pleading. His gaze ran down her body, stopping at her new dainty toes. “You have my blood. You could wield my trident one day. You could rule beside me, Ariel. You’re strong. Young. Beautiful. You have an amazing rack.”
Ariel glanced down at her tits, her rage bubbling until her chest flushed bright red.
“All you want is for women to be complacent, to sit there listening to every word you say!” Ariel shouted.
Ursula took the opportunity to lunge forward, her tentacles lashing toward the king like whips. But Triton’s laid-back persona vanished in an instant as he shot up to block her strikes with his trident. With practiced ease, he slammed the hilt to the ground, unleashing a tidal wave of energy that crashed into Ursula, sending her flying into a pillar.
Ariel’s toned legs kicked through the water as she darted toward her father. He only smiled as he twisted his hulking frame to dodge out of the way. With one lazy flick of the trident, he hooked one of the golden prongs through her seaweed bra, slicing it in half and sending the shredded top fluttering to the seabed. Ariel gasped as her huge breasts bounced free, instinctively crossing one arm over her chest.
“You think you can take my throne, girl?” Triton threw back his head, laughing at his daughter’s discomfort. “I made you. You’ll never be more than a disobedient sperm.”
Anger boiled inside Ariel as she snapped her foot toward his crotch. The blow struck the hardened scales. Triton didn’t even flinch. Instead, he laughed harder.
“You are going to have to try harder, my little minnow.”
Triton lunged with surprising speed for his age and grabbed both her wrists with one hand, forcing them above her head. He brought the trident inches from her chest. Ariel could feel the heat of the weapon kissing her bare breasts, making her wince as he pressed it closer.
He was right. She was helpless. His sheer size and strength had her pinned.
For a moment, Ariel accepted her defeat, but that was only a second. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. She squeezed her thighs together, making Triton roar in pain. He lifted his weapon high above his head to keep it from her grasp. Ariel reached upward, her chest pressing against his face. Distracted by her soft tits, the king’s focus faltered, giving Ariel the opportunity she needed. She stretched her fingers upward, her fingers only just brushing the weapon. With a final desperate lunge, she managed to close her hand around the golden shaft as a wave of magic rushed into her.
“Let go!” Triton roared, but Ariel planted both feet against his chest and kicked hard. He stumbled backward into his throne as the trident broke from his grip.
She landed with a soft thud, staring at the weapon in her hands with wonder. The gold was etched with images of crashing waves, its three prongs twisting into sharp points. The moment she held it, she could feel the rhythm of the ocean crashing through her as the weapon came alive for its new queen.
“Think about what you’re doing!” Triton begged. For the first time, Ariel saw fear in her father’s eyes, and it looked absolutely pathetic.
“I’m just undoing what you stole from us.”
Ariel slammed the hilt into the ground, and a jet of bubbles erupted from its tips. The jet stream spiraled outward, seeking every merfolk in the ocean. Ursula smiled as the magical bands tightened around her tentacles. Arista and Aquata shrieked, clutching each other as the current wrapped around their tails. Their soft racks pressed together as the magic squeezed them tighter.
“What have you done?!” Triton cried as the rushing water violently split his tail apart.
Ariel’s mouth dropped open as she stared at her father’s thick, muscular legs and the heavy cock that swung between them. Behind it hung two massive balls, which were being pelted by a jet of magical water. The sheer size of his member put the men Ariel had seen before to shame.
Soon, the magical currents dispersed, leaving the merfolk’s bodies fully transformed. A giddy smile broke across King Triton’s bearded face as he looked down at his manhood as a long-lost friend. But his joy was shattered quickly as Ariel shot her dainty foot upwards, smashing both enormous balls against his pelvis. He let out a strangled cry as he dropped to his knees, clutching himself.
Arista and Aquata burst into laughter at the sight of their once-mighty king being reduced to a quivering mess. Their giggles quickly turned into gasps as their eyes dropped to their legs.
“Oh my god, I have an ass!” Aquata squealed, twisting to slap her own bum.
“What’s that?” Arista asked as she reached out with trembling hands. Her fingers brushed between Aquata’s thighs to find her pussy. A soft whimper escaped Aquata’s lips as she reached out to return the favour. The two sirens moaned simultaneously as they found each other’s clits for the first time.
Ariel strut towards Triton, her hips swaying teasingly. She looked down at her father with her wide, innocent eyes, but as she smiled, he knew she was no longer his naive daughter. His face was still scrunched up in pain. He had forgotten how the feeling of getting hit in the balls overtook your whole body. He tried to stand, but his legs just wobbled beneath him before he fell back down.
“Well, I do have to say I’m impressed by what you have been hiding, Daddy.” She crouched down, her eyes darting between his legs. “They’re so much bigger than I thought possible.”
Triton tried to cover himself with both hands, but Ariel slapped them away with the trident. His massive cock and heavy balls bobbed helplessly between his legs.
“They look so… powerful, but they’re nothing more than fragile little orbs, aren’t they? I think it’s time I test just how breakable they are.”
“Please, my little guppy…”
Before Triton could continue, Ariel flicked her tiny foot forward. Her toes collided squarely with his dangling sack, making his whole body jolt upright. A pitiful gurgle left his throat as he lurched forward. Ariel cupped his chin, forcing him to look at her while he whimpered. She sent another kick into his balls, his heavy cock bouncing aside as her foot connected with his testicles.
“Did that hurt, Daddy?” Ariel cooed with mock concern.
Arista and Aquata shrieked with laughter as their smooth crotches rubbed together. Ariel’s kicks and Triton’s yells seemed to fuel their exploration. Their fingers slid deeper into each other. Soon, the two sirens were on top of each other, their cries of pleasure drowning out their former king’s.
Ariel twirled the trident before driving the hilt into her father’s balls. His eyes crossed as the weapon set a jet of boiling water into his manhood. He let out a cry of pain as his nutsack turned bright red from the scorching water. Ariel rested her foot on his chest, pushing him back into his dais. She traced her foot down his torso until it hovered over his testicles.
“You thought the trident made you invincible. But the truth is—” she pressed her foot down, pinning his balls against the ground, “—all it takes is a little pressure for the sea’s king to be reduced to a whimpering mess.”
Triton let out a strangled howl, his crown tumbling from his head and rolling to Ariel’s feet. She placed it atop her own. The golden coral crown gleamed against her red hair. She thrust her breasts forward proudly as she stood tall with pride. But before she could savor the moment, Ursula’s voice rang out.
“Beautifully done, darling, but I think it’s time you hand over the trident to me.”
“What are you talking about?” Ariel spun to face her.
Ursula’s monstrous form was gone. Her skin was still a pale lavender, but now her tentacles had been transformed into thick, powerful legs. The living ooze on her skin had remolded itself to her new body. Her clothing had shifted into a black one-piece swimsuit. It lifted her breasts up while squeezing them together into a deep valley of cleavage. The suit rode high on her hips in a sharp V, cutting up into her cameltoe.
“You didn’t think I brought you here out of sisterly love, did you? That trident belongs to me.”
Ariel’s pulse quickened not out of fear, but irritation. This was her throne. Her crown. Her moment. And no one would take this power from her again without a fight. Ursula’s smile faltered for a second as she no longer saw the naive girl she had once tricked. Ariel and Ursula pounced at the same time, crashing together. This fight was just between the two sirens. Triton was too busy whimpering as he clutched his bruised manhood, and the two concubines were too busy tasting each other’s pussies as they sixty-nined.
“Oh, darling, you’re trembling already,” Ursula purred, pinning Ariel under the weight of her body. Ursela’s heavy breasts smushed Ariel’s soft rack. “Don’t tell me little Miss Curious doesn’t know what to do when another woman takes control.”
“Get off me!”
Ursula only smirked, grinding her hips so her black bodysuit glided against Ariel’s pussy. Ariel could feel the warm ooze slide over her clit, rubbing it teasingly.
Ariel twisted her body, driving her knee up into Ursula’s crotch. Ursula let out a sharp gasp as her body tensed, but it wasn’t the reaction Ariel had anticipated. A dull throb radiated from Ursula’s sensitive folds, enough to make her hips jerk back involuntarily. She laughed as the pain turned into a twisted form of pleasure for her.
“So feisty! That actually hurt a bit,” Ursula taunted. “Expecting me to drop like one of those pathetic boys? Sorry to disappoint, but us women are made of hardier stuff down there.”
Ursula leaned down, running her long tongue across Ariel’s chest. She swirled it around Ariel’s nipples until they stiffened. Ariel struggled, but her cries turned into little moans of pleasure.
“Stop… I…”
“Oh, but you will, you’re dripping for me already,” Ursula cooed, licking her way up Ariel’s throat. “I could make you my pretty little pet… forget this silly crown and trident. Doesn’t that sound easier? Good girls are meant to kneel anyway.”
Ariel’s moans were high and shaky. Her thighs trembled as Ursula pressed deeper, the ooze vibrating against both their clits. For a heartbeat, Ariel wanted to surrender to let the warmth swallow her whole. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting.
“No… I am a queen!” Ariel’s eyes snapped open as she bucked her hips to push Ursula off her. She reached, grabbed Ursula’s heavy breasts, her thumb and index finger pinching her nipples hard. Ursula let out a moan of pleasure instead of pain as she closed her eyes in excitement. Ariel wrapped her legs around Ursula’s waist, pulling her forward into a deep kiss. Ursula’s eyes went wide with surprise.
With her guard down, Ariel was able to flip Ursula on her back. She grabbed the trident next to them, sliding the hilt up between Ursula’s cleavage. As she pressed it hard against her chest, the black ooze rippled over the witch’s body with fear.
“That’s my magic!” Ursula cried out, but she was unable to do anything as the friction of the metal hilt sent waves of pleasure through her body.
“Not anymore!”
Ariel pulled the trident free from Ursula’s cleavage as writhing tendrils of ooze peeled off her body. The tar let out a high-pitched noise, almost as if it was screaming as it was torn from its mistress. Ursula’s pale lavender skin was revealed bit by bit until every last shred of her suit dissolved, leaving her naked and powerless.
“No… no!” Ursula screamed. She feebly grasped her boobs, trying to catch the last remains of her magic before it slipped away from her.
The black magic swirled greedily up the trident, sensing a new master. Ariel let out a soft moan as the slimy tendrils groped at her breasts, wrapped around her waist, and slid between her thighs, seizing her body. The ooze merged with her seaweed bikini to sculpt armour fit for a queen.
Ariel rose triumphant above the witch’s naked body. She was no longer just some little mermaid. She was truly the queen of the sea. Ariel gripped the trident so securely that her knuckles turned white. The golden crown sat atop her fiery red hair. Ursela’s dark magic now gripped Ariel’s flesh like liquid latex. It had moulded itself so snugly to her pelvis that the outline of her pussy was clearly visible. The tar hugged her hips tightly while framing the swell of her ass, so that each cheek peeked free. The ooze climbed higher up her torso while leaving her smooth stomach bare before clinging to her ribs. The writhing tendrils clasped her tits in a vicious squeeze to thrust her boobs together into a deep valley of cleavage. Ariel let out a soft gasp, trembling as the magic teased her mercilessly. It was alive and aware of her pleasure, the tar forever shifting over her body, squeezing her nipples, sliding between her thighs, and tracing little circles on her clit. Each touch fed her more power till her pleasure and its magic had become one.
“I should destroy you for everything you’ve done!” Ariel pressed the trident to Ursela’s tits.
“Mercy, darling. What I taught you helped make you a queen.”
“You did show me a whole new world.” Ariel smiled as she stopped pressing the trident to the witch’s rack. “You will no longer have magic, but you stay by my side and give me your counsel.”
Ursula lay naked and trembling. This was the first time the sea witch truly felt powerless. She didn’t need Ariel to tell her what would happen if she tried to betray her again.
“As you wish… my queen.”
Ariel offered her a single nod before she turned her attention back to her father. Triton leaned limply against his former chair, clutching his balls. Ariel walked over to her new throne, making sure to step on her father’s balls as she passed by him. He fell to all fours with a high-pitched cry. As Ariel sat down, she rested her feet on her father’s back like a footstool.
The two sirens skipped over to their new queen, their skin glowing from their mutual orgasms. They looked at each other before turning to Ariel with a soft, excited giggle.
“My queen, can we have some fun too?” Arista and Aquata asked in unison. Their soft racks pressed together as they pointed towards Triton.
Ariel curled her toes under her father’s chin to lift his face towards her, then slid her other foot beneath his swollen balls, forcing him to stand. Her father looked pleadingly at his daughter.
“Oh, of course, have your fun,” Ariel smirked. She crossed her legs as she leaned back into her throne.
Giggling with excitement, Arista and Aquata grabbed the usurped King, positioning him between the two of them.
Aquata pressed her body into his back. Triton could feel her soft breasts and perky nipples brush against his skin as she reached around to trace her fingers lightly along the underside of his shaft, making it twitch. Triton groaned, his legs almost folding involuntarily as he was desperate for release.
“Look at that thing!” Aquata gasped. Triton’s massive erection throbbed in her hand as the tip glistened with pre-cum.
“Your poor balls are so full, aren’t they?” Arista cooed, cupping his sack as she rolled his tender orbs in her palm, feeling their weight and heat. They were red and swollen, not only from Ariel’s kicks but also from watching and touching the mermaids relentlessly throughout the years.
“They’re so full, like they are ready to burst at any time!”
“Can you imagine him shooting all that pent-up seed everywhere?”
“Careful now, girls. He’s not spilling a drop until I say so.” Ariel said, leaning forward from her throne. She had a sly grin as her eyes locked on her father’s twitching cock.
His daughter’s words made Triton’s blood boil. He just wanted to let go, didn’t he deserve that much?
The two sirens exchanged wicked glances as they let out a soft giggle in agreement. Aquata picked up the pace as her hand glided up his shaft squeezing just below its head, while Arista kneaded his balls with increasing pressure, pulling them down to the bottom of his sack. Triton’s breath started coming quicker, in ragged pants. He looked at his two concubines, pleadingly, as beads of sweat formed on his brow.
“Please… girls… I can’t… I need to…”
“Shh, no begging,” Aquata teased, flicking her tongue along his neck.
“We’re in charge now, and right now your cum stays locked in those fat balls of yours.”
They pressed their bodies closer as they began to grind their pussies into two of his muscular legs. His cock pulsed, but Aquata slowed her stroke as Arista clamped her hand tighter, stopping his release. The girls laughed at his futile thrusts into the empty air.
Triton’s mind was clouded with lust and pain; his only thought was the overwhelming need to empty himself. But the sirens were relentless, as their hands expertly prolonged his denial. Finally, Triton’s balls throbbed like drums in Arista’s hand.
“Ready?” Ariel grinned wickedly as she looked from her two eager subjects to Triton. He couldn’t speak; instead, he just nodded with a whimper at her.
“Okay… Three…” Ariel began, counting down only to have Arista and Aquata eagerly join in. “Two… one!”
Both girls stepped back from Triton. As they abruptly let go of his manhood, it made his whole body quiver, and just before he was about to cum, they snapped their legs forward. Arista’s dainty foot slammed into Triton’s left testicle, while Aquata’s struck his right. Their toes pressed deep into his ballsack as they felt his nuts flatten against his pelvis. Triton’s eyes rolled back as a strangled squeal escaped his lips. He collapsed to the ground, clutching himself as a bit of pre-cum oozed through his fingers. Arista and Aquata high-fived each other as they bounced around their fallen king in celebration.
“Not bad for your first time, but let me show you how it’s done.” Ariel stood up, resting her trident against her throne.
She ran forward as she punted Triton’s right testicle with all her might. A sickening wet crunch echoed through the hall as her foot made impact. Ariel felt his ball give way beneath her foot as it was forced back up inside his body. The two sirens jumped with glee as the fallen king let out a high-pitched wail.
“Oops,” Ariel said, giggling behind her hand. “I think I just lost one of our toys.”
“What happens when they both break?” Arista asked with a pout.
“He won’t be any fun anymore,” Aquata sighed disappointedly.
“Don’t worry, girls, have all the fun you want.” Ariel smiled. “And when he’s finished… There are plenty more men on the surface.”
The sirens’ eyes sparkled at the thought.
“Long live the Queen!” Arista and Aquata shouted in unison as they drove their feet into Triton’s remaining testicle.
Contains: >!ENF, Familial Aspects, Cuntbust, Testicle forced Back inside (no gore)!<
[Ariel](https://preview.redd.it/w6b9xaes9etf1.jpg?width=1536&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=abe90ed34cbc3342062ede8c296d32c21f8571e6)
The coral doors to the grand hall slammed open as Ariel stormed inside. She had fashioned a bikini from seaweed to cover her newly formed body. The knots of the bottoms dug into her soft hips and rode up to expose her toned ass cheeks. Across her chest, she had tied a thin strip of kelp, just thick enough to cover her nipples, leaving the huge swell of her breasts to spill out from the top and bottom. Every rage-filled breath she took caused her makeshift top to strain to the point of snapping.
Beside her, Ursula floated through the open doors as if she owned the place. Her human disguise had long since vanished. The magical black tar clung to her voluptuous figure, shifting and contracting to form a bodice that squeezed her heavy breasts together into a deep valley of cleavage before tapering off into her thick tentacles, making the whole outfit look like a grotesque, living gown.
At the far end of the hall, King Triton lounged lazily in his driftwood throne. Jammed into the ground in front of him was his trident. The symbol of his power was now being used as an impromptu stripper’s pole. Arista, one of his favourite companions, had her hands gripped tightly around the pole as she danced.
She was a vision of beauty with wide blue eyes, her full lips curled into a vacant smile, and long platinum hair that had been bleached by the sun. The pearl necklace that Triton had gifted her dangled between her perky bare breasts. Her tail was covered in pink scales that sparkled with every twirl. She arched her back, pressing the trident between her breasts as she slid down its shaft.
Aquata, Triton’s other concubine, was grinding her hips against the King’s thick tail. She had wavy brown hair that tumbled around her face. Her tail shimmered with midnight blues that faded into streaks of violet, making her dark ebony skin shine. She tugged at Triton’s beard, roughly pulling him between her enormous breasts. She giggled as Triton eagerly motorboated her tits.
“Father,” Ariel snapped. “We need to talk.”
Triton lifted his head reluctantly from Aquata’s chest. His golden coral crown now sat lopsided on his mane of silver hair. His eyes flicked to Ariel, widening with surprise at the sight of her slender legs, before glaring when they landed on Ursula beside her.
“I should have known you were behind corrupting my daughter’s innocence!”
“She came to me,” Ursula smirked, tracing a finger up Ariel’s thigh before squeezing her plump ass, making Ariel yelp in surprise. “I only gave her the means to explore her curiosity.”
“Enough games, Daddy. I know the truth. About why we have tails. About men’s weakness!”
Triton’s smile faded as he pushed the mermaids off him. Pouting, Arista and Aquata reluctantly retreated into the shadows but lingered nearby to listen.
“You think you know the sea, my little minnow? You’ve seen the surface, a few shipwrecks, a few silly humans, and you think you understand power?” He chuckled deeply, running a finger over his trident, its gold glinting in the low light. “I’ve ruled for a long time, and when have we had war, suffering, or disorder? I knew what Ursula’s reign would mean. Chaos. Division. Ariel, she scared everyone, especially me. Her hunger for power could never be filled, and she didn’t care how she got it.”
Triton shuddered at a memory, falling silent for a moment. Ariel looked at her father and saw a man who acted out of fear rather than malice. He took a deep breath before continuing.
“So I went searching for a way to stop her. I swam where no merfolk dared before. Down to the trench where even light is afraid to go. That’s where I found it. Buried deep inside the rotting belly of a beast. A lamp and inside… a beautiful, blue temptress with power beyond imagination. This genie granted me three wishes. I used them to try to make sure our kingdom would be safe, but she twisted my words. First, I wished only I could rule. So she gave me the power to control the sea.” He pulled the trident from the ground to lazily twirl it. “Now, only my seed and I can rule. Second, I wished no merfolk could ever be stronger than me. So she took our legs. Made us all the same, but she also took away our release. Do you know what it’s like to have hundreds of years of blue balls?”
His voice boomed at no one in particular, as his eyes drifted down longingly to Ariel’s chest. Ariel followed his gaze, her face scrunching in annoyance as she realised where he was staring. Triton quickly broke away before continuing.
“But it’s better this way. Finally, I wished that no other mermaid would ever lay hands on the lamp again. So she vanished, taking it somewhere no mer could follow. A place of endless sand and heat.” Triton’s gaze flicked toward Ursula with anger before returning to Ariel. “When I banished her, she went crawling to that very hole I found the lamp in, hoping to find it. Even though the lamp wasn’t there, the magic lingered somehow. Seeping into the very sinew around it. My sister has always been good at sniffing out scraps of power. She now wears it like a second skin, but make no mistake, my little guppy, she’s nothing without it. Please, forget this nonsense, before she poisons your mind and curses the kingdom I created. This is a place of peace.”
Triton leaned forward, his voice dropping to a softer tone as his eyes turned pleading. His gaze ran down her body, stopping at her new dainty toes. “You have my blood. You could wield my trident one day. You could rule beside me, Ariel. You’re strong. Young. Beautiful. You have an amazing rack.”
Ariel glanced down at her tits, her rage bubbling until her chest flushed bright red.
“All you want is for women to be complacent, to sit there listening to every word you say!” Ariel shouted.
Ursula took the opportunity to lunge forward, her tentacles lashing toward the king like whips. But Triton’s laid-back persona vanished in an instant as he shot up to block her strikes with his trident. With practiced ease, he slammed the hilt to the ground, unleashing a tidal wave of energy that crashed into Ursula, sending her flying into a pillar.
Ariel’s toned legs kicked through the water as she darted toward her father. He only smiled as he twisted his hulking frame to dodge out of the way. With one lazy flick of the trident, he hooked one of the golden prongs through her seaweed bra, slicing it in half and sending the shredded top fluttering to the seabed. Ariel gasped as her huge breasts bounced free, instinctively crossing one arm over her chest.
“You think you can take my throne, girl?” Triton threw back his head, laughing at his daughter’s discomfort. “I made you. You’ll never be more than a disobedient sperm.”
Anger boiled inside Ariel as she snapped her foot toward his crotch. The blow struck the hardened scales. Triton didn’t even flinch. Instead, he laughed harder.
“You are going to have to try harder, my little minnow.”
Triton lunged with surprising speed for his age and grabbed both her wrists with one hand, forcing them above her head. He brought the trident inches from her chest. Ariel could feel the heat of the weapon kissing her bare breasts, making her wince as he pressed it closer.
He was right. She was helpless. His sheer size and strength had her pinned.
For a moment, Ariel accepted her defeat, but that was only a second. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. She squeezed her thighs together, making Triton roar in pain. He lifted his weapon high above his head to keep it from her grasp. Ariel reached upward, her chest pressing against his face. Distracted by her soft tits, the king’s focus faltered, giving Ariel the opportunity she needed. She stretched her fingers upward, her fingers only just brushing the weapon. With a final desperate lunge, she managed to close her hand around the golden shaft as a wave of magic rushed into her.
“Let go!” Triton roared, but Ariel planted both feet against his chest and kicked hard. He stumbled backward into his throne as the trident broke from his grip.
She landed with a soft thud, staring at the weapon in her hands with wonder. The gold was etched with images of crashing waves, its three prongs twisting into sharp points. The moment she held it, she could feel the rhythm of the ocean crashing through her as the weapon came alive for its new queen.
“Think about what you’re doing!” Triton begged. For the first time, Ariel saw fear in her father’s eyes, and it looked absolutely pathetic.
“I’m just undoing what you stole from us.”
Ariel slammed the hilt into the ground, and a jet of bubbles erupted from its tips. The jet stream spiraled outward, seeking every merfolk in the ocean. Ursula smiled as the magical bands tightened around her tentacles. Arista and Aquata shrieked, clutching each other as the current wrapped around their tails. Their soft racks pressed together as the magic squeezed them tighter.
“What have you done?!” Triton cried as the rushing water violently split his tail apart.
Ariel’s mouth dropped open as she stared at her father’s thick, muscular legs and the heavy cock that swung between them. Behind it hung two massive balls, which were being pelted by a jet of magical water. The sheer size of his member put the men Ariel had seen before to shame.
Soon, the magical currents dispersed, leaving the merfolk’s bodies fully transformed. A giddy smile broke across King Triton’s bearded face as he looked down at his manhood as a long-lost friend. But his joy was shattered quickly as Ariel shot her dainty foot upwards, smashing both enormous balls against his pelvis. He let out a strangled cry as he dropped to his knees, clutching himself.
Arista and Aquata burst into laughter at the sight of their once-mighty king being reduced to a quivering mess. Their giggles quickly turned into gasps as their eyes dropped to their legs.
“Oh my god, I have an ass!” Aquata squealed, twisting to slap her own bum.
“What’s that?” Arista asked as she reached out with trembling hands. Her fingers brushed between Aquata’s thighs to find her pussy. A soft whimper escaped Aquata’s lips as she reached out to return the favour. The two sirens moaned simultaneously as they found each other’s clits for the first time.
Ariel strut towards Triton, her hips swaying teasingly. She looked down at her father with her wide, innocent eyes, but as she smiled, he knew she was no longer his naive daughter. His face was still scrunched up in pain. He had forgotten how the feeling of getting hit in the balls overtook your whole body. He tried to stand, but his legs just wobbled beneath him before he fell back down.
“Well, I do have to say I’m impressed by what you have been hiding, Daddy.” She crouched down, her eyes darting between his legs. “They’re so much bigger than I thought possible.”
Triton tried to cover himself with both hands, but Ariel slapped them away with the trident. His massive cock and heavy balls bobbed helplessly between his legs.
“They look so… powerful, but they’re nothing more than fragile little orbs, aren’t they? I think it’s time I test just how breakable they are.”
“Please, my little guppy…”
Before Triton could continue, Ariel flicked her tiny foot forward. Her toes collided squarely with his dangling sack, making his whole body jolt upright. A pitiful gurgle left his throat as he lurched forward. Ariel cupped his chin, forcing him to look at her while he whimpered. She sent another kick into his balls, his heavy cock bouncing aside as her foot connected with his testicles.
“Did that hurt, Daddy?” Ariel cooed with mock concern.
Arista and Aquata shrieked with laughter as their smooth crotches rubbed together. Ariel’s kicks and Triton’s yells seemed to fuel their exploration. Their fingers slid deeper into each other. Soon, the two sirens were on top of each other, their cries of pleasure drowning out their former king’s.
Ariel twirled the trident before driving the hilt into her father’s balls. His eyes crossed as the weapon set a jet of boiling water into his manhood. He let out a cry of pain as his nutsack turned bright red from the scorching water. Ariel rested her foot on his chest, pushing him back into his dais. She traced her foot down his torso until it hovered over his testicles.
“You thought the trident made you invincible. But the truth is—” she pressed her foot down, pinning his balls against the ground, “—all it takes is a little pressure for the sea’s king to be reduced to a whimpering mess.”
Triton let out a strangled howl, his crown tumbling from his head and rolling to Ariel’s feet. She placed it atop her own. The golden coral crown gleamed against her red hair. She thrust her breasts forward proudly as she stood tall with pride. But before she could savor the moment, Ursula’s voice rang out.
“Beautifully done, darling, but I think it’s time you hand over the trident to me.”
“What are you talking about?” Ariel spun to face her.
Ursula’s monstrous form was gone. Her skin was still a pale lavender, but now her tentacles had been transformed into thick, powerful legs. The living ooze on her skin had remolded itself to her new body. Her clothing had shifted into a black one-piece swimsuit. It lifted her breasts up while squeezing them together into a deep valley of cleavage. The suit rode high on her hips in a sharp V, cutting up into her cameltoe.
“You didn’t think I brought you here out of sisterly love, did you? That trident belongs to me.”
Ariel’s pulse quickened not out of fear, but irritation. This was her throne. Her crown. Her moment. And no one would take this power from her again without a fight. Ursula’s smile faltered for a second as she no longer saw the naive girl she had once tricked. Ariel and Ursula pounced at the same time, crashing together. This fight was just between the two sirens. Triton was too busy whimpering as he clutched his bruised manhood, and the two concubines were too busy tasting each other’s pussies as they sixty-nined.
“Oh, darling, you’re trembling already,” Ursula purred, pinning Ariel under the weight of her body. Ursela’s heavy breasts smushed Ariel’s soft rack. “Don’t tell me little Miss Curious doesn’t know what to do when another woman takes control.”
“Get off me!”
Ursula only smirked, grinding her hips so her black bodysuit glided against Ariel’s pussy. Ariel could feel the warm ooze slide over her clit, rubbing it teasingly.
Ariel twisted her body, driving her knee up into Ursula’s crotch. Ursula let out a sharp gasp as her body tensed, but it wasn’t the reaction Ariel had anticipated. A dull throb radiated from Ursula’s sensitive folds, enough to make her hips jerk back involuntarily. She laughed as the pain turned into a twisted form of pleasure for her.
“So feisty! That actually hurt a bit,” Ursula taunted. “Expecting me to drop like one of those pathetic boys? Sorry to disappoint, but us women are made of hardier stuff down there.”
Ursula leaned down, running her long tongue across Ariel’s chest. She swirled it around Ariel’s nipples until they stiffened. Ariel struggled, but her cries turned into little moans of pleasure.
“Stop… I…”
“Oh, but you will, you’re dripping for me already,” Ursula cooed, licking her way up Ariel’s throat. “I could make you my pretty little pet… forget this silly crown and trident. Doesn’t that sound easier? Good girls are meant to kneel anyway.”
Ariel’s moans were high and shaky. Her thighs trembled as Ursula pressed deeper, the ooze vibrating against both their clits. For a heartbeat, Ariel wanted to surrender to let the warmth swallow her whole. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting.
“No… I am a queen!” Ariel’s eyes snapped open as she bucked her hips to push Ursula off her. She reached, grabbed Ursula’s heavy breasts, her thumb and index finger pinching her nipples hard. Ursula let out a moan of pleasure instead of pain as she closed her eyes in excitement. Ariel wrapped her legs around Ursula’s waist, pulling her forward into a deep kiss. Ursula’s eyes went wide with surprise.
With her guard down, Ariel was able to flip Ursula on her back. She grabbed the trident next to them, sliding the hilt up between Ursula’s cleavage. As she pressed it hard against her chest, the black ooze rippled over the witch’s body with fear.
“That’s my magic!” Ursula cried out, but she was unable to do anything as the friction of the metal hilt sent waves of pleasure through her body.
“Not anymore!”
Ariel pulled the trident free from Ursula’s cleavage as writhing tendrils of ooze peeled off her body. The tar let out a high-pitched noise, almost as if it was screaming as it was torn from its mistress. Ursula’s pale lavender skin was revealed bit by bit until every last shred of her suit dissolved, leaving her naked and powerless.
“No… no!” Ursula screamed. She feebly grasped her boobs, trying to catch the last remains of her magic before it slipped away from her.
The black magic swirled greedily up the trident, sensing a new master. Ariel let out a soft moan as the slimy tendrils groped at her breasts, wrapped around her waist, and slid between her thighs, seizing her body. The ooze merged with her seaweed bikini to sculpt armour fit for a queen.
Ariel rose triumphant above the witch’s naked body. She was no longer just some little mermaid. She was truly the queen of the sea. Ariel gripped the trident so securely that her knuckles turned white. The golden crown sat atop her fiery red hair. Ursela’s dark magic now gripped Ariel’s flesh like liquid latex. It had moulded itself so snugly to her pelvis that the outline of her pussy was clearly visible. The tar hugged her hips tightly while framing the swell of her ass, so that each cheek peeked free. The ooze climbed higher up her torso while leaving her smooth stomach bare before clinging to her ribs. The writhing tendrils clasped her tits in a vicious squeeze to thrust her boobs together into a deep valley of cleavage. Ariel let out a soft gasp, trembling as the magic teased her mercilessly. It was alive and aware of her pleasure, the tar forever shifting over her body, squeezing her nipples, sliding between her thighs, and tracing little circles on her clit. Each touch fed her more power till her pleasure and its magic had become one.
“I should destroy you for everything you’ve done!” Ariel pressed the trident to Ursela’s tits.
“Mercy, darling. What I taught you helped make you a queen.”
“You did show me a whole new world.” Ariel smiled as she stopped pressing the trident to the witch’s rack. “You will no longer have magic, but you stay by my side and give me your counsel.”
Ursula lay naked and trembling. This was the first time the sea witch truly felt powerless. She didn’t need Ariel to tell her what would happen if she tried to betray her again.
“As you wish… my queen.”
Ariel offered her a single nod before she turned her attention back to her father. Triton leaned limply against his former chair, clutching his balls. Ariel walked over to her new throne, making sure to step on her father’s balls as she passed by him. He fell to all fours with a high-pitched cry. As Ariel sat down, she rested her feet on her father’s back like a footstool.
The two sirens skipped over to their new queen, their skin glowing from their mutual orgasms. They looked at each other before turning to Ariel with a soft, excited giggle.
“My queen, can we have some fun too?” Arista and Aquata asked in unison. Their soft racks pressed together as they pointed towards Triton.
Ariel curled her toes under her father’s chin to lift his face towards her, then slid her other foot beneath his swollen balls, forcing him to stand. Her father looked pleadingly at his daughter.
“Oh, of course, have your fun,” Ariel smirked. She crossed her legs as she leaned back into her throne.
Giggling with excitement, Arista and Aquata grabbed the usurped King, positioning him between the two of them.
Aquata pressed her body into his back. Triton could feel her soft breasts and perky nipples brush against his skin as she reached around to trace her fingers lightly along the underside of his shaft, making it twitch. Triton groaned, his legs almost folding involuntarily as he was desperate for release.
“Look at that thing!” Aquata gasped. Triton’s massive erection throbbed in her hand as the tip glistened with pre-cum.
“Your poor balls are so full, aren’t they?” Arista cooed, cupping his sack as she rolled his tender orbs in her palm, feeling their weight and heat. They were red and swollen, not only from Ariel’s kicks but also from watching and touching the mermaids relentlessly throughout the years.
“They’re so full, like they are ready to burst at any time!”
“Can you imagine him shooting all that pent-up seed everywhere?”
“Careful now, girls. He’s not spilling a drop until I say so.” Ariel said, leaning forward from her throne. She had a sly grin as her eyes locked on her father’s twitching cock.
His daughter’s words made Triton’s blood boil. He just wanted to let go, didn’t he deserve that much?
The two sirens exchanged wicked glances as they let out a soft giggle in agreement. Aquata picked up the pace as her hand glided up his shaft squeezing just below its head, while Arista kneaded his balls with increasing pressure, pulling them down to the bottom of his sack. Triton’s breath started coming quicker, in ragged pants. He looked at his two concubines, pleadingly, as beads of sweat formed on his brow.
“Please… girls… I can’t… I need to…”
“Shh, no begging,” Aquata teased, flicking her tongue along his neck.
“We’re in charge now, and right now your cum stays locked in those fat balls of yours.”
They pressed their bodies closer as they began to grind their pussies into two of his muscular legs. His cock pulsed, but Aquata slowed her stroke as Arista clamped her hand tighter, stopping his release. The girls laughed at his futile thrusts into the empty air.
Triton’s mind was clouded with lust and pain; his only thought was the overwhelming need to empty himself. But the sirens were relentless, as their hands expertly prolonged his denial. Finally, Triton’s balls throbbed like drums in Arista’s hand.
“Ready?” Ariel grinned wickedly as she looked from her two eager subjects to Triton. He couldn’t speak; instead, he just nodded with a whimper at her.
“Okay… Three…” Ariel began, counting down only to have Arista and Aquata eagerly join in. “Two… one!”
Both girls stepped back from Triton. As they abruptly let go of his manhood, it made his whole body quiver, and just before he was about to cum, they snapped their legs forward. Arista’s dainty foot slammed into Triton’s left testicle, while Aquata’s struck his right. Their toes pressed deep into his ballsack as they felt his nuts flatten against his pelvis. Triton’s eyes rolled back as a strangled squeal escaped his lips. He collapsed to the ground, clutching himself as a bit of pre-cum oozed through his fingers. Arista and Aquata high-fived each other as they bounced around their fallen king in celebration.
“Not bad for your first time, but let me show you how it’s done.” Ariel stood up, resting her trident against her throne.
She ran forward as she punted Triton’s right testicle with all her might. A sickening wet crunch echoed through the hall as her foot made impact. Ariel felt his ball give way beneath her foot as it was forced back up inside his body. The two sirens jumped with glee as the fallen king let out a high-pitched wail.
“Oops,” Ariel said, giggling behind her hand. “I think I just lost one of our toys.”
“What happens when they both break?” Arista asked with a pout.
“He won’t be any fun anymore,” Aquata sighed disappointedly.
“Don’t worry, girls, have all the fun you want.” Ariel smiled. “And when he’s finished… There are plenty more men on the surface.”
The sirens’ eyes sparkled at the thought.
“Long live the Queen!” Arista and Aquata shouted in unison as they drove their feet into Triton’s remaining testicle.
