Rusalka Girlfriend: Tihana (complete)

There is a tradition in your village that has gone on for generations - each year, the girls of the village make flower crowns and set them adrift in the river. It is said that whoever finds a flower crown and returns it to its maker will be her soulmate. As if fate is decided by the flow of the river and who happens to be fishing that day!

For the past three years, your flower crown has always sunk. You watch it float away, and at first it looks like it is going to travel with the others, but soon the crown sinks under the murky waters, never to be seen again. 

For the most part, you’re really okay with this. After all, you’re in no hurry to be married off and become some happy little homemaker. You’re not a good cook, and needles scare you, and you aren’t ready to disappoint your supposed soulmate. The only thing about your failure that does bother you is how people talk, and how they snicker behind your back. You wouldn’t have even gone to the event this year, but your parents made you. 

It’s no surprise to you when the crown sinks again - you knew it would happen - and yet here you are, somehow disappointed. You disappear into the crowd as soon as you can, avoiding your family by escaping through the thicket into the woods. There is an offshoot of the river that leads into the swamp, roped off ages ago after people started disappearing there, but the local men and children still sneak in there to fish. You are one of them. You went fishing with your brother once and discovered a knack for it. 

The old dock there is rickety, repaired like a patchwork quilt by those who fish off it. It isn’t going to last much longer, but for the time being it’s a good place to escape to. You sit down upon it to gaze out over the murky waters of the swamp. There is a thin layer of algae over the surface, like green frosting over a dark chocolate cake. Trees grow tall from the soggy depths, their branches draped in hanging vines and moss. 

You’re in no rush to go home - after all, the deal is struck. If your crown sinks again, then your parents are going to take matters into their own hands. You’ll get married off before the year is through; after all, you aren’t getting any younger, and your parents don’t want any more talk behind your back.

“Maybe I should throw myself into the swamp too,” you grumble to no one and nothing. You chuck a stick into the swamp. “Everything else I touch sinks. I might as well too.” You pout for a moment, thinking about the matches your parents would want to make. You grimace at each one - doctors, lumberjacks, butchers, teachers, none of them appeal to you. Not in the way you once felt about Dusana. You remember how you kissed behind the schoolhouse, how soft her hair was, how smooth her skin was. She clung to you as you kissed, moaning softly before you parted.

Unfortunately, she married her soulmate the first year she sent her flower crown down the river. Occasionally you two exchange glances when you pass each other in town, and her hand will touch yours tenderly, but it was never to go any further than that one day.

As you contemplate your future unhappy life, you see a trail in the algae. Something is moving through the waters, close to the surface, leaving a visible trail of ripples on the water. The algae separates, and the lily pads float in new directions. You watch with curious eyes for a moment, standing up when the motion starts to come close to the dock. Big fish are common here, including types that eat people. Sometimes giant lizards swim through the swamp, and you aren’t about to wait around to see one. 

You turn away from the water, but as you do you see something climb up on the dock behind you. Dark limbs cling to the moldy old boards; strips of slimy foliage stick to the arms. The fingers are long and thin, with sheer black webbing between them.

You take a step back as a figure clad in long black hair rises onto the dock. It stands there, shoulders up, fully visible to you. The long black hair looks like grease spilled in water - inky, slick strands that part to reveal a pair of glowing yellow eyes. The creature breathes slowly as it gazes up at you.

“My god,” you whisper in fear, taking another step back.

A guttural clicking sound comes from the creature. It jerks its head to the side, then raises up one of its willowy arms. 

You start to move away again, and you heel slips on the end of the dock. You fall backwards into the water with a loud crack, and begin to sink like a stone. Panic takes hold of you, and it makes you do things you were taught never to as a child. You thrash and scream, fighting to find anything to grab hold of. Soon your lungs grow heavy, painful. The light comes through the water in dim patches, and you can barely seen anything at all around you.

Two hands emerge from the shadows, grabbing you and pulling you up. An inky black cloud floats before you and comes closer and closer, until all that you can see is blackness. A pair of lips brush against yours, opening your mouth and breathing into you.

You’re brought back to the surface, coughing up water as you claw your way through the mud. You vomit up more water, heaving shuddering breaths as you try to calm yourself down. Your savior stays at the edge of the water, kneeling in the shallows as you collect yourself.

The inky black hair parts, showing the yellow eyes again. The creature holds their hands clasped together, almost as if they’re praying. 

As you shiver from the cold, you notice something. Tangled in the creature’s hair, is a tattered flower crown made from calendula blossoms and baby’s breath, just like the one you watched sink earlier that day.

You try to stand up but you stumble, falling forward into the mud again. The creature rushes forward, making that clicking, guttural sound in their throat. They pull you into their lap so that your cheek lays against their cool, slick thigh. You feel scales against your skin as you close your eyes. 

You wake to the sound of water lapping at the shore, and your breathing echoes off of stone walls. You moan as your eyes open, gazing at the moss-covered stone above you. Looking around, you see that you’re in a cave, with a hole in the ceiling above you that smoke rises through. The small fire nearby keeps you warm, and you see a fish roasting on a stick. The water comes right up to the mouth of the cave, where there is a beach of red clay.

You then see a figure watching you from the water. The top of their head peers out over the surface, their hair flowing out around them. You’re not sure what to do or say. You simply watch them watching you for the longest time.

“H-hello?” you start. Your throat feels sore from choking and vomiting water earlier. “Where am I?”

They plop under the water, disappearing.

“Oh,” you whisper to yourself. You pull your knees up to your chest, then turn your attention back onto the fire.

A second later, they splash out of the water again and crawl up the red clay to your feet. They spit another fish from their mouth onto the cave floor, looking up at you with a massive grin. Their mouth is full of jagged, sharp teeth, and their black lips pull back wide as if their mouth has been slit.

You stare down at the bloody fish before you, then at the one roasting in the fire. The creature kneels in the red clay and brings their hands to their mouth. They mimic eating, bringing one hand up and taking a bite in the air, then turning to their other hand to do the same motion. They then look at you, grinning and nodding.

“To eat?” You ask cautiously. “Oh.” You’re still uncertain how to respond. “Thank you.”

The creature taps their hand to their chest then reaches out, holding their palm flat to you. You see the shimmering jade-like pads on their fingers and palm, the texture rougher than the rest of their skin. The sheer webbing between their fingers isn’t black like you thought, but a sort of glimmering dark rainbow.

You hold out your hand, pressing your palm against theirs. A pulse travels through your arm like a small shock. You then glance into the eyes of the creature, who inches in even closer to you. A calendula blossom is still tangled in their dark hair, the last few pink petals clinging for dear life. 

“You saved me,” you murmur. “You didn’t mean to scare me.”

They wiggle in place as they keep their hand pressed to yours. You notice the shape of their body more - their small, soft breasts with puffy, dark nipples. Their frame is slender and willowy, with limbs that are abnormally long. 

“Is that my crown you’re wearing?” you ask with a small gasp.

They nod excitedly. They then reach down into the mud, writing something with their finger. They point at the writing, then at themselves. 

“Tihana,” you murmur. “Oh.” You look back at them. “You’re a lady.”

Tihana nods, with a grin still plastered on her face. She pats her hands against her breasts, then motions to you with flat palms again.

You hold your hands out, and Tihana takes hold of them. She squeezes them while pulling you forward, planting a hard, sudden kiss on your lips.

You wrench your head back. “Hey!” you snap. “What was that for?”

Tihana looks at you through her hair, pressing a fingertip to her lips. 

You look at her, your flower crown tangled up in her long black hair. It then clicks for you as she sits plaintively in the shallow water. “That was a kiss,” you gasp. “A KISS kiss.”

Tihana’s sad pout morphs into a great big grin again. She nods excitedly and climbs back onto shore towards you. She moves into your lap, getting close to your face. She wiggles her whole body, then cuddles up against your chest. 

“Hey, wait,” you gasp. You clam up as her lips brush against your neck. She wraps on arm around you, hugging you as she nuzzles to you.

You place a hand on her shoulder to push her away. “Tihana, hold on just a second.” You moan. “Don’t… Feels… good.” You lose your train of thought the more she touches you.

Her hand slides up under your skirt, brushing against bare skin before squeezing around your thigh. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a cold puff of breath brushing against your ear.

You manage to look at her, gazing into her eyes before she kisses you again. Her tongue is slimy as it licks against your lips.

You push her away this time, grabbing hold of her shoulders to keep her at arm’s length. “That’s enough,” you insist. “I, uhm… I’m very flattered.”

Tihana sits back in the water and tilts her head to the side.

In your mind you can hear a whisper, something very present but somehow distant at the same time. You touch your lips as you catch your breath. “You’re very… welcoming.” You look back at her. 

“Wife,” the word shudders through your mind.

You look back at Tihana, who is looking expectantly at you. You then look at the fish she gave you, the one still cooking over the fire. Where you had been laying, she had fixed you a pillow of leaves so you’d be comfortable. All these things remind you of things wives do for their husbands.

“Oh!” you nearly squeal. “You think-” You swing your finger between you and Tihana. “You think we’re married.”

Tihana taps her fingers around the remains of the flower crown.

“That’s just a story!” you gasp. “That’s not actually what finding the flower crown really-” You stop as it clicks for you again. 

“Are you the one who keeps making my crowns sink?” you blurt.

Tihana shakes her head, then nods.

“You steal them?” you clutch your fingers into your hair.

Tihana comes close to your again, taking your hand and kissing the center of your palm. She flicks her eyes up to you with a soft expression on her face.

“You love me?” You slowly ease towards her. The whispering in your head, it’s her. Somehow, she’s speaking to you. “You watch me when I fish.”

Tihana nods, then places her palm over her chest, where she taps it up and down to show her heartbeat.

Your face is growing warm as more of Tihana’s thoughts enter your mind. There are things that are sweet, and others that are quite lewd. You swallow down the lump in your throat.

“Why didn’t you just show yourself sooner?” you ask. “This is the fourth crown you’ve taken. If you’ve taken so many, why not just come to me in person?”

Tihana fidgets in place, keeping her head hung low so her hair covers her face and body.

“Were you shy?” You lean towards her.

Tihana peers at you over her shoulder, then nods.

“So cute,” you whisper to yourself. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Tihana. I’m glad to know I’m not cursed.”

Tihana’s mouth gapes as she whips around to stare at you.

“That’s what people in the village say,” you chuckle. “Since my crown never fails to sink, I must be cursed and am doomed to be a horrible bride.”

Tihana clamps her hands around yours and shakes them vigorously. 

“I’m supposed to be yours, am I?” you giggle.

Tihana moves into your lap again, wrapping her long arms around you. She pouts angrily at you before ducking her face into the curve of your neck.

“You did scare me at first,” you answer the hushed whispers in your mind. “I had no idea what you were!”

She peeks up at you.

“I don’t think you’re very scary now, just new.” You brush her hair away from her face to see she has ruffled gills along her neck. She’s tiny in comparison to your build. You’re a bit more muscular, with thicker limbs, while Tihana has her petite frame and long, elegant arms and legs. 

Tihana sits up and takes the fish from the fire. She holds the stick up to you, urging you to take it. 

“Thank you,” you chuckle. As you take the stick Tihana goes back into the water, watching you as you take the first bite.

“It’s good,” you smile at her.

Tihana’s eyes grow a bit wider and her tongue licks across her lips.

“I should be getting home. My family must be worried.” You frown and huff. 

Tihana tilts her head to the side.

You huff again and pick some bones from the fish, grumbling low,“Well, since you kept stealing my crowns-”

Tihana stops you by slapping her palms against the surface of the water, a massive scowl on her face.

“Sorry, sorry,” you gasp. “Since you kept receiving my crowns, my parents are taking matters into their own hands. They intend to marry me off.”

The look that comes over Tihana’s face is ghastly. Her eyes are full of rage and she brings her hands up to her chest in balled fists. Opening her mouth wide, she lets out a horrible, ear-shattering scream. It echoes and pulses around the cavern as if trying to shake the world apart.

“Tihana! Tihana!” You scramble into the water, grabbing her by her hands to yank her to attention. 

She stops screaming with a hateful look on her face. 

“Don’t hurt my parents!” you snap at her. “Please! I don’t want you to do that.” You keep ahold of her hands. “They just don’t understand.”

Tihana shakes her head and her hair falls limp around her shoulders, plastering to her face in a pattern of wet stripes.

You then giggle as her words fill your mind. “You’ll eat whoever they pick for me, will you?”

A sly look comes over her face before a smirk spreads across her lips.

“How come I find that oddly sweet?” you murmur.

Tihana nuzzles up to your cheek again. Her lips press against yours. You allow her to kiss you, letting it grow deeper than before. Your hand slips across her skin, cupping her soft breast. Tihana’s voice escapes the seal of your joined lips, making a loud squealing sound.

“Oh, sorry!” You yank your hand away, but Tiana pulls it back. “You like that?” you whisper.

Tihana’s lips part as she arches her back. She pushes her breast into your palm while keeping her hands around your wrist.

“It feels nice,” you whisper. “Soft.”

Tiana coos, making a burbling sound that she quickly cuts off. She releases your hand so she can wrap her arms around you and kiss you again.

You can then hear your name being shouted in the distance. Tihana pulls away, hissing angrily and exposing her sharp teeth. 

“It’s okay,” you whisper to her. “They’re worried about me.”

Tihana glares at you.

“I should go,” you say with a nod. “I can come back anytime. I promise.” You start to stand, but Tihana grips your arms hard.

“I promise,” you chuckle. “I’ll come see you again.” You turn back as you hear your name called again. “I go fishing a lot,” you tell her. “It won’t seem odd if I take a trip tomorrow.”

Tihana frowns, but lets go of you. You exit the cave, and head into the woods until you come across your family looking for you. 

That evening, you have a dream about Tihana. You’re standing on the ground, but when you look up there is water all around you. Tihana comes floating down from above, her hair spread out around her like a dark cloud. She swims towards you, tilting her head as her lips touch yours. You float up with her as she pulls your naked body against hers.

“Let us mate,” she moans into your ear. “Become mine and only mine.”

“Tihana,” you moan. Your hands slide down her back until you’re cupping her rump in your hands. Tihana gasps as your fingers move down lower, finding her slit creamy and ready.

You wake up suddenly to the sound of your mother banging on your bedroom door. You groan, flopping over in bed as an aggravating heat flares up in your loins. You reach down under the sheets, finding yourself wet and eager.

“It’s time to get up!” You mother bangs on the door again.

You scoff, wiping your hands on the sheets as you rise from bed. “I’m up, I’m up,” you yawn. You stretch and get ready for the day.

That afternoon, just as you’re getting ready to go meet with Tihana again, your mother stops you. “Just where do you think you’re going?” she asks.

“Fishing,” you reply. “Like I always do.”

You mother shakes her head “Not today, young lady. We have company coming.”

You know exactly what sort of company she is speaking of. “Oh, no. You must be joking, Mom! Already?”

“You are only getting older,” your mother scolds. “You need to make these matches now before it’s too late.”

“Too late?” you huff. “Too late for what?” You glare at your mother while she gives you the evil eye back. 

“Go get dressed in something nice,” your mother points back to your room. “Try to make a nice impression when he arrives.”

The butcher and his family arrive for supper. His son is older than you, and he isn’t your type at all. He’s a big lumbering sort, a little slow, and all he cares about is being a butcher while keeping you fat and pregnant. 

You manage to escape a kiss after dinner. Then once the visitors are gone and your family isn’t paying attention, you slip away back to the swamp. As you step onto the dock Tihana lurches up to greet you, giving you a fright.

“I’m sorry!” you gasp at her. “My mom invited some guy over for me to marry.”

Tihana ducks under the water again and starts to scream in a muffled voice.

“Come out! I don’t even like the guy!” You lean over the edge of the dock. “I came to see you because I want to.”

Tihana peeks her head out of the water.

“I swear,” you murmur. “Please, come out so I can see you?”

Tihana raises her arms up and you pull her from the water, as you fall back onto the dock, Tihana pins you down on the damp wood. She kisses you all over, leaving gentle love bites on your shoulders and collarbone.

“I dreamed about you,” you giggle. “My mother woke me up before I could finish it.”

Tihana licks her lips.

“I’ve been thinking about it all day,” you purr. “I’ve been wanting to find out just how wet you really are.”

Tiana’s pupils grow big and fat, taking over her entire eyes. She nods excitedly, kissing you hungrily.

The next day the butcher and his son return for dinner. This happens regularly for several nights, and each of them end with you evading the son and going to see Tihana at the dock, where you kiss and giggle for most of the evening. As much as you’ve wanted her, Tihana is keeping her distance. Any time your hands travels south, she stops you and gives you a swift warning. 

“What are you waiting for?” you ask her one night as you lay together. “Is there something special?”

She slips her hand under your skirt, touching your bare thigh.

“The full moon?” you ask. “That’s soon.”

Tihana nods.

“Okay, then. I’ll be patient for you.”

One evening as you’re making your towards the swamp, you hear something following behind you. You stop and turn, glancing over your shoulder to see what’s there. The forest is still, so you continue on. As you near the dock, you feel like you’re being followed again. This time when you turn to look behind you, you’re grabbed. A big hand clamps around your mouth when you take a breath to scream.

“It’s okay,” the butcher’s son says. “It’s only me.”

That doesn’t stop you from trying to kick and fight.

“Hey, don’t fight. We’ll be married soon. I just wanted to talk to you.” As he says this, his hand cups over your breast. “You smell so good.”

There is then an ear shattering screech. You look up and see Tihana on the dock. She rushes forward, coming towards you. The butcher’s son drops you in his panic, but Tihana gets hold of him and drags him out towards the water, his arm firmly clenched between her sharp teeth. He screams and fights, but Tihana eventually pulls him underwater. 

“Let him go!” you cry. “He’s a jerk, but you don’t need to eat him!” You scoff and fold your arms. “I will leave right now!”

The butcher’s son comes screaming out of the water and runs away towards the woods. As soon as he reaches the trees, he charges directly into one and passes out on the ground.

You glare back at the water, where Tihana peers up at you, trying to look innocent. She then stretches her hands out to you.

You take off your shoes and step into the water, then shuck off your dress, tossing it onto shore beside your shoes. You then ease down naked into the water, and step into Tihana’s arms. “Let’s go to the cave, where we can be in private.”

Tihana presses against you as she hugs you. She then swims away with you back to the cave, which is already nicely decorated. There is a bed in the back, made from leaves and a stolen bolt of cloth. The fire is crackling nicely, and its heat soothes your cold skin as you enter.

“That water was freezing,” you teeth chatter.

Tihana nods, dipping her head to brush her tongue against your nipple. Her big eyes flick up to you as her lips seal around the hard protrusion to suck at it.

You moan and close your eyes. “You noticed, huh?” You stroke your hand down her back. “That feels nice.”

Tihana moves her mouth to your other nipple, slowly pushing you down until she’s straddling your waist. You feel something cool and slick against your belly, so you bite your lip as the excitement grows.

“I’m a little nervous,” you whisper to her. “But I’m so excited, too.”

Tihana lifts her head and nods. She eases down, kissing you softly.

“Let me touch you, Tihana,” you whisper. “Please?”

Tihana nods and sits back. You rise up and move Tihana so she’s sitting in your lap, with her back against your chest. You kiss the nape of her neck, moving your lips to her shoulders. You gently palm her breasts until she burbles happily. You move your hand down, stroking her belly, then cupping her mound in your hand. 

Tihana squeaks and chirps, wiggling around in your lap as you massage her mound in your palm. A slick, glossy fluid starts to seep between your fingers, and as you gently prod at her your fingers slip between her folds.

Tihana’s chirps echo off the cave wall.

“Does that feel good?” you moan into her ear. “Do you like that?”

She nods, biting down on her lip as your fingers rub her insides. She squishes nicely, and her inner lips are so soft. You push a little deeper, feeling her open up so your fingers sink inside of her completely. You sigh into her ear as he inner walls clamp around you.

“You feel so good,” you praise her. “Your sweet little slit is so soft and wet.”

Tihana thrashes for a moment, throwing her head back over your shoulder as you move your fingers.

You moan into her ear, sliding your fingers out and pushing them back in. You move your other hand around, finding the small nub at the top of her folds, and slowly circle a finger around it, feeling her body colvuse.

“Do you like that?” You purr. “Tihana, I want to make you feel so good.”

Tihana shivers, and her inner walls squeeze around your fingers. She whimpers, letting out a chittering cry. Her hips buck, and as you fingers sink deep, she gushes. The fluid of her orgasm squirts out, splashing near the fire and sizzling on the stone. She sinks into your body, trembling and gasping for breath. Her small legs are quivering as you lay her down in the water. 

Tihana’s gaze is glazed over, and her tongue is hanging from her lips.

“Oh no, I killed her.” You kiss her softly. “What will I ever do?”

Tihana moans as she wraps her arms around you. She pulls you down and lays on top of you, and kisses you hard before dragging her sharp teeth down your skin. You whimper as she bites your thighs before pushing them apart. Her long slippery tongue teases your folds. Her eyes meet yours before her tongue eases inside you.

You gasp as the writhing, slithering thing pushes deep inside. It feels thicker somehow the deeper it goes. It coils and wriggles while Tihana slurps away.

“Oh, god,” you gasp out loud. “You’re so good!” You reach down, grabbing the back of her head. “Don’t stop, please!”

Tihana giggles, removing her tongue to replace it with her fingers. The long digits ease inside, rubbing you while her lips wrap around your clit. Her puckered mouth suctions over you while her long fingers coax a molten explosion from your core. You arch off the hard ground, pressing against her mouth while your fingers tangle in her long black hair. 

You sink back, breathing hard as she licks you clean. Her tongue laps up your cream while a smug smile spreads across her lips. Tihana cuddles up beside you, resting her cheek on your breast while you stroke up and down her back.

“You’re amazing,” you pant. “That felt so wonderful.”

Tihana sits up and holds your hand. She kisses each fingertip before taking one into her mouth and sucking it. Her tongue coils around it as she grins. You sit up, capturing her face between your palms. 

“You’re so cute,” you breathe. “I love you so much.”

Tihana gasps and grabs hold of your arms. She gazes up at you as fat tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

“I do,” you giggle, “I really do!” You hold her close. “I love you, Tihana. You’re the only one I want.”

Tihana hugs you tight, kissing you. In your mind you hear her sighing her love for you in return. 

“Let’s go,” you whisper to her. “I want to go somewhere it can be just us, forever.” You gaze into her big eyes. 

Tihana nods, and kisses you again. She takes you down into the water and breathes into your lungs, just as she did the day you met. As you sink down into the murky waters, you find that you can breathe.