Walking slowly through the thick jungle, Ariel felt new emotions rising inside her. She was disobeying her mistress, something she had never even dreamed of doing since the moment she joined her. It was a terrifying feeling, not following a command or under her watchful eye, but as frightening as it was, it was also exhilarating. Ariel was a whore, a loyal whore, but a whore none the less. She loved pleasure and fucking just as much as she adored Ursula. Her service to the fat witch was based nearly completely on lust. If the tentacled witch ever stopped touching her slave and used her for deeds not involving her voluptuous body, Ariel would have probably left. Luckily, Ursula lusted for Ariel almost as much as the former mermaid did for her so there was no risk of being neglected. However, in this brief moment of disregard, Ariel’s hunger for a attention was guiding her, making her take risks in search of what she craved, Sex.

“Anyone around, I need help! A monster is after me!” Ariel cried out in fright, hoping to draw someone out. It was a trick her mistress taught her, seem helpless in need of saving and someone will come to her, usually a handsome prince. Those royal hunks loved a damsel in distress. Ariel had grabbed some cute ones, who had come to her in the middle of trying to save some other girl. Ariel remembered two that had been on similar quests to awaken some sleeping princess with a kiss, but ending up coming to Ariel’s ‘aid’. It had been child’s play to seduce them under the pretense of rewarding their heroism. After sucking them dry, Ariel had tossed them to her mistress, who had gleefully swallowed the clueless princes. Too bad about their sleeping beauties, they just had to remain in slumber land.

“Help! Help! Help. Help.” Ariel repeated, losing some of her vigor the more she repeated herself. No one was around, not even a curious bystander. She should have known better then to look for a partner in a dense jungle, there was no one around. She could go searching for a pirate on the coast, but that was hours away. The time it would take was too long, her mistress would notice her departure and her current arousal would diminish. Sighing sadly, Ariel sat down in front of a tree and reached between her legs. If a girl needed a job done right sometimes she had to do it herself.

Running a thin finger against her clit, Ariel slowly teased her sensitive folds before plunging a finger in. She had much experience with pussies. Ursula’s cavernous hole had taught her much, but Jasmines tiny slit was what had allowed Ariel to study all the sweat spots. She knew where to rub hard and where to be gentle. Jasmines pleasure filled face had been her marker to where was best. Ariel kept rubbing her clit in circular motions, while dragging her finger in and out of her gushing pussy. She added another finger, twisting it around to rub more areas of her throbbing tunnel. Her breathing became deeper and her juices started flooding out. Ariel was almost there when she spotted it, a tiny glow from the bushes in front of her.

Pretending not to notice, Ariel continued, never letting her eyes wander too long from the glow. No longer focused on pleasing herself, Ariel went slower but increased the volume of her moans. Her screams filled the jungle. Ariel kept up the show for another minute before with the quickness of a cobra she leapt forward into the bushes with her arm out. She reached towards the glow, wrapping her fingers around something. She expected to find a bug of some sort, but instead she found something else. Pulling her hand back, she stared at her closed fist and the tiny blond head poking out from it. She had caught a tiny person!