2 A Little Mermaid, huh?

Ariel floats there, contemplating whether she should return the greeting, so I suppose that I am really the first human that she talks to.

Oh. Goody.

I will be the first to tap that honeypot.

Move over Prince, you get slobby second.

And being obscured halfway by the ocean did not remove her beauty in anyway.

Her pearly skin stands out in contrast to her long flame red hair. Her face, with its large pure blue eyes and soft pink lips, is extremely expressive, showing both her deep enthusiasm and curiosity.

Ariel does dress somewhat modestly despite her nubile little torso being completely unclad safe for a single garment around her chest.

A pair of lovely seashells cup her unquestionably youthful perky tits, forming an aquatic themed bra, leaving oodles of flesh on display.

Honestly, no one could really tell that she is a mermaid from this far away, except for me since I really do not belong to this world. This fictional fairy tale envisioned by Disney.

It is not fictional anymore.

That is good enough for me.

"Ghostly? That is a strange name."

Ariel responses, causing my eyes to twitch in annoyance.

What was that!?

Did she not know that the Great Maker himself has bestowed that name upon me, and if she thinks it is funny, she has another thing coming! Eh!?

Ahem. I shouldn't really get upset about stupid things, especially against someone like Ariel.

Being a Disney princess does entitle her to naïve thinking.

Honestly, I can take advantage of that kind of naïve thinking. Hah!

"It is not stranger than your name, Ariel."

I snort.

Her eyes widen. Her mind immediately questions to how I know her name.

"You are probably thinking about how I know your name, right? Well. I know a lot of things for I am a Sage. It is a special kind of teacher, teaching anyone who are willing to listen. So, how about it, Ariel? Come and join me on my little spot in the vast ocean."

I response with a smile.

I also extend an arm to one side in a sweeping gesture and nod my head in an inviting manner.

As for my little spot, it is being the small rock that barely protruding from the sea.

It is what it is since I did die in the stormy sea last night.

I mean the poor bastard that I am possessing. His body and memory is now mine to use, and so are all of his life experience and knowledge.

This is the Power of Possession!

Ariel lets out a vivacious laugh and swims closer to me with the speed and grace impossible for anyone but herself.

And when she did so, I manage to see her lower half.

I obviously am not interested in her fin or tail. I am more interested in the delightful round ass and the enticing curvy pair of hips that just happen to be covered in brilliant green scales.

Heh.

Honestly, so what if she doesn't have a pair of legs.

There are plenty of ways to have fun.

Her mouth and tits for example.

And those are certainly not little.