Walking on Knives
The little mermaid has no idea that as she makes her way on land, she's being watched over by the sister of the very witch with whom she made her bargain. She has no idea that the witch's sister is falling in love with her.
When the prince decides to marry another woman, the little mermaid's secret helper offers her a chance to live. But the price may be too high...
“You wanted this,” the sea-witch murmured. “You made the bargain, you agreed to pay the price.”
The little mermaid nodded mutely. She tried to look everywhere but at the sea-witch: at the crags carved with unconscious artistry by endless waves, at the pale moving lights cast by monsters of the deep, at the black infinity that stretched inward into the bowels of the cave. But tangled black hair and hard scales came between her and the rest of her world.
Sun-starved, chill, she submitted to the sea-witch’s touch.
“Every step on land will cut like white-hot knives.” Echoes flooded in, but she scarcely heard them, all her being concentrated under the sea-witch’s hands and lips. She held herself still; neither of them would enjoy this.
The caresses grew more demanding until the kisses were nearly bites. The little mermaid shivered, and a long “ahhh” came from the sea witch’s throat. The little mermaid tried to school herself to stiffness and failed. She couldn’t breathe. A noiseless sobbing shook her.
Notes of pleasure spiked through her distress. She yearned for the clean agony promised her on land.
Land. Air. My prince. My soul. Clinging to these thoughts, she gradually reclaimed herself.