The Mermaids of Menosea

After escaping the mysterious mist, Zelda finds herself north of Koradara, on the island of Menosea, where sorceresses and mermaids reside. Those who venture to Menosea are said never to return. Desperate to escape, Zelda seeks the aid of the mermaids, who agree to help her and Calain, but for a price. Don't miss the sixth installment of this lesbian harem romance series! -- Calain chuckled. "I did not think you capable of such fury, sweet Zelda. Not until I was standing there in the forest, and you screamed and screamed at me. In an odd way, I suppose I enjoyed it." Zelda laughed as well. "You enjoyed it?" "Well, I did not think you would care if I lay with another," Calain said. "Not when you were off with Melvalda and Raven's Cross. But then I saw how hurt and angry you were, and how you looked upon me as if you wished to burn me alive . . . and I knew you cared." They laughed. -- "You expect me to let you lay with Calain," said Zelda through her teeth, "or else we shall be stranded here?" The mermaid smiled and blinked innocently. Zelda started to glow with power. "Do you understand that I am a sorceress? That I could turn you inside-out by blinking?!" Her voice was rising. "Whatever you can do," returned the mermaid in a bored voice, "it mustn't be much if your knight hath strayed." "Oo!" Zelda screamed and raised her fist, prepared to dive down and punch the mermaid square in the face. Behind her, Calain gasped her name in shock and grabbed her slender wrist to stop her. Calain's big arm locked around Zelda's waist, holding her back as she squirmed, intent on attacking the mermaid. Realizing she could not break free of Calain without magick – and not wanting to harm Calain -- Zelda took a breath to control herself. Calain hesitated and let go. -- Then the knight drew herself up and looked at them with her calm violet eyes. She was a small elven woman, clad in very ancient silver armor that had been engraved with delicate leaves and flowers. Her sword was an enchanted blade that glowed with blue light, but it was sheathed on her back, and her expression was serene: she did not wish to fight. Seeing this, Selene and Gweneth lowered their blades, but to their shock – and to the shock of the strange knight – Neserie lunged forward and began beating the elven knight about her head with the broom. "You dare – burst – in – here," Neserie shouted between whacks, "—and muddy my floor!"