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Who is it who wakes my hunger? Who is it who wakes my thirst? My divine appetite. My craving, ever unsated.
I hear you, floating upon the water, so near to my heart. I spy you skimming across my blue bosom. Are you still afraid of my wet embrace? Do you not understand? The sea is your mummeh, and I am the sea.
Return to me. To the true world. Where we can be as one once more.
# As I cling to the Lady Calypso's mast, watching the angry waves devour her, I see shifting colors flashing out of the depths below me. Gods, how they call to me! Reds and greens, yellows and purples, spiraling, endlessly spiraling. They dance in my eyes, bright as any lighthouse, yet I cannot look away. They flicker in some unknowable pattern; the way a woman's tongue does when she speaks a foreign language. Somehow, I begin to feel as if I understand the rhythm. The lights are telling me to relax, to cast aside my fears, to embrace my fate. I do. I let go of the mast, leap from it, and plunge headlong into ink-black waters. I was the last of us to answer the call of the deep. I can take pride in that, at least, can't I?I breach the surface. Spears of sheer cold skewer me to the bone. The pain is so sudden my heart damn near explodes. I clutch at my chest in vain, screaming all the air out of my lungs in a confusion of rising bubbles. My body writhes against the chill. The chaos of debris from the shattered Calypso rains down all around me. I sink along with it. Down and down and down. I'd warned them all, the bloody fools! My supposed crewmates. "Leave the damn light be!" I'd said. “It's far too close to the coastline for us to get near.”But the crew looked at me as if I'd lost my wits. Some even had the gall to laugh at me. They told me there'd be nothing to fear in this cove, that we could use it as a shelter from the storm that had been battering us all night long. As if they needed a reason. I should have known their minds had already been captured. I'd pleaded with our captain next, as we veered off course into our undoing. The man had taught me port from starboard, had sailed every sea on this side of the world ten times over. He knew these straits better than I ever would. Which meant he knew of the treachery that lay beneath the water's surface. Jagged spires of rock that thrust up like spears. Only visible at low tide. They'd torn out the hull of many an unsuspecting vessel. In the black of night, and the mire of the storm, they were all but invisible to the crew. But the captain should have known better. I realized then, too late, that the light calling us into this bay was more than just queer. It was evil, it had to be. The foul sorcery of some hell-spawn conjured to ruin us. As the rain lashed at our sails, and the waves churned between our oars, I wondered if this nightmarish tempest wasn't somehow a part of the trap too. I cursed it and our captain both, as the Lady Calypso was smashed to kindling. But I cursed the light most of all. Even now it beckons, flashing out of the dark deep. The frigid waters around me turn lukewarm. For a moment I think I must've pissed myself in fear, but the heat continues to rise. It touches something in my most primitive self. Instinctively, I curl up like a babe in my mother's womb, cradled by the sway of the ocean, so much gentler down here than on the storm-swept surface. Figures rise up from the depths. They move through the water like birds on the wind. They are... people? They are strong swimmers, long-legged and lean, but curved at the hip as only a woman can be. Each finds herself a drowning man, and throws an arm around his shoulders. Had they come to save us, I wonder. Until I watch them pull my mates into the bosom of the sea. Sirens. They must be.To think such creatures were more than just superstition. Maybe we fell into their trap because the tales warned us of singing, not of light. Once more that light flickers from below, as if to mock me for my stupidity. It seems closer than before. I can't tell if I'm sinking into it, or... no, it's definitely rising toward me as well. It’s gotten so close I need to shield my eyes against the brightness. But then it dulls somewhat, and I can make out another figure, another woman, another siren. I notice her eyes first. Such strange eyes. Bewitching eyes. They pulse with spiraling color. Bands of light and dark ripple through her long hair and over her pearlescent clothing. They come together like milk and honey to create the pattern that had entranced us so. She is the source, the one who'd sprung the trap.She is quite the nymphet, this siren. She’s smaller than her peers, so slight I wonder if my big hands would go all the way around her waist. I'd certainly tower over her if we met on solid ground. She is garbed in a kimono, like a woman of the far east shores. It's white as a maiden's virtue, when the color isn’t running through it, and trimmed with leaves of bright green seaweed. She wears two translucent pearls as adornments that tie up her flowing pink hair. Each is big as a fist. They heighten and scatter her colorful signals out into the dark sea like ghostly lanterns. Her broad smile is the essence of mischief. She moves her lips as if mouthing words. The sound she utters so musically is unfathomable to my mortal ears. Youthful, yet impossibly ancient. Beautiful, but terrifying. The voice of Lilith herself. "I'm coming~," she hums, and by some devilish art I understand the words this time. I hear them as if they were spoken above water. "Hello, man-thing. So, you've found your way to me at last. I've been waiting. Do you have any idea how hungry I've been?" Her speech is flavored with the accents of the Scots. It drips over my ears like poisoned wine.I should be fleeing, I know. But I cannot bring myself to resist her embrace. "There, there. There's no need to panic," she assures me. "You're in my arms now. No harm will come to you, I promise. Well... none that you could feel, anyway. Oh, you look like you could use a breath of fresh air." She brings her face right up to mine, and our lips meet. My chest pulls tight. I cough - once, twice - inhaling water each time. This should be the end of me. But I'm not drowning at all. I'm breathing. "How's that then? Not so bad, is it? You'll get used to the taste of salt in your mouth soon enough. Now, shall we away to my abode? I'm starving. In more ways than one." She takes me by the hand, pulls me along, and I begin my descent in earnest. "My name is Stronny," she tells me. "Stronny Cuttles. What's yours?" Despite being enamored by her light, I will myself to withhold an answer. "Stubborn, aren't we? That's alright, man-thing. You won't live long enough for it to matter."My name comes from my clan, we sisters of the cuttlefish. Do you know what a cuttlefish is? They have the ability to hypnotize their prey with colors. I've inherited the talent, as I'm sure you can attest. Thanks to my hypnosis, no matter how I poke and prod, no matter which sensations I choose to let you feel, you'll remain as placid as plankton floating on the current. Rest assured, I have no torturous inclinations. Pain isn't my style. You'll enjoy your last hours. I pride myself on that."The siren named Stronny spirits me to a secluded patch of pure-white sand on the sea floor. It is nestled between the rocky spires, forests of kelp, and outcrops of coral near as colorful as herself. Many trinkets, human and alien, have been arranged on shelves of rock and reef around us."And, what do you think? It's a humble affair, but a safe nook in the reef all the same."Strange blue octopod creatures appear from cracks and crannies all around us, gathering about each other like an audience about to watch a mummer's show. Am I to be their entertainment? Will they delight in my death at the hands of this succubus of the seas? Or perhaps they've come to share in the feast, to pick at what's left of me like carrion crows, after the siren's had her fill of me."Don't let the reeflings bother you. They know better than to disturb mummeh's playtime. It's just you and I here now."Tell me, when was the last time you enjoyed the company of a woman? Oh, come now, don't look at me like that. I’ve noticed you staring at me. Those eyes tell me everything I need to know about you. You're like me. A devious little pervert. Barely containing a wellspring of lust. Don't bother to deny it. I see it bubbling angrily within you. Waiting to erupt. You hide it well in the world above the waves, don't you? But down here, in the true world, no mask can hide the degenerate you really are from me. “You sailors and your long voyages, with naught but other men to occupy your time. How you've longed to see a girl again, to hear her laughter, smell her hair..." She reaches out and traces her fingers over my cheek. "To touch her nubile skin." A cold tingle runs down my spine. I try to pull away, but my body goes numb and I fall to my knees in front of her. "But why settle for a pale imitation of a woman, when you can have the real thing."Take me in. All of me." She turns around, undoes the purple sash around her waist, and lets it fall to the ground. Her kimono grows slack around her body, exposing her down to the dimples on her lower back. I can't deny, I yearn to kiss her; on the nape of her delicate neck, and along her spine. When she turns around again, her secrets are mine to indulge in. The siren's body is petite, but lithe in an almost feline way. Her breasts are small but perky, her hips wide, her thighs ample. In a sea of pale skin, the only islands are rosy nipples, and a crown of wispy green hair on her mound. "I am so much more beautiful than any dockside bedwarmer, am I not?" A familiar heat permeates my body. Blood rushes between my legs. My cock is full and throbbing in moments.Stronny notices the bulge pushing against my breeches and licks her lips. "I'm your type, aren't I? Fret not. As I said, we are the same. I enjoy roaming through the darker, more depraved corridors of my imagination too. This time, you'll come with me. Take my hand... so our adventures may begin."Stronny extends a hand out to me. Like a puppet on her strings, I reach out and take it. With her other hand, the she-devil clutches a handful of my hair, and thrusts her crotch into my face. There is no resisting her. On the inside I am a wolf thrashing against captivity, but on the outside, I am lamb, meek and powerless. "Do you feel that, how soaked I am already?" she says, haughty and grinning. She twists her waist, rubbing her lips over mine, and forcing my nose between them. She paints her arousal all over my cheeks."You did this to me! You're quite handsome for a human, you know? So really, this is all your fault. I know you smell my excitement. Tell me those aren't the finest pheromones you've ever savored." I have no idea what fair-'o-moans are, but I'm definitely savoring something. I grow drunk on her thick scent filling my nose. My heart beats faster, my breathing becomes labored, and tendrils of heady fog coil around my mind. On and on she gyrates her hips, slowly but deliberately, melting my inhibitions. All she need do is have a little patience and let nature take its course. My vision narrows to shades of raspberry and caramel and mint. The sight drives me feral. "Come now, man-thing. Don't you want to taste me already? Oh, you must be fiending for it by now. I promise it'll be delicious." Deeply ashamed, I part my lips and suckle on her sopping cunny.After that, I am lost. I lap the honey running down her thighs. I spread her wide and kiss her. I slip my tongue out to let her grind her hard clit against it. When she is close, she clutches my head in both hands and fucks my face to a climax that bends her over, screaming through clenched teeth. I throw my arms around her waist and drink deep as she gushes. Her knees tremble. Her breathing comes hard, fast, and shaky."Good boy," she whispers, once she calms a little. "Oh, you're such a good boy for mummeh!"When she lets me go at last, I fall back onto the sand. No girl has ever done something like that to me. I lick her essence off my lips. Who could’ve imagined pleasuring a woman could be so satisfying."Hey now,” Stronny says, “why do you look so spent already? You haven't even fucked me yet." She plants a foot onto my face. "You really enjoyed eating my pussy, didn't you? I've never seen a man drink my cum so eagerly before. Such a depraved little whore!" She laughs rather maniacally, as she applies some pressure and pushes half of my face into the sand. The humiliation burns like a lashing, but her soles, soft as butter, feel heavenly on my skin."Look at you, hard as stone. Just how desperate are you? I've half a mind to make you one of my reeflings. Would you like that?"I have no idea what she is on about, so I hold my tongue."Let's get these breeches out of the way," she continues, "so I can see you throbbing for me." She does just that. Deftly, she traces her foot from my cheek, down my neck, to my crotch. I shudder like a maiden. She strokes the length of my cock with her toes. "Is that precum leaking through your clothes?" Stonny kneels to undo my lacing. "You're ready for a good ravishing from mummeh, aren't you, my reefling?" She makes sure to pull the waistband over my cock real slow, teasing as always. When its freed at last, it leaps up and slaps against my stomach. Its bigger than I've ever seen it, a monstrous thing, made huge with blood and lust and magic."What have you done to me?" I say, mortified.Grinning like the devil herself, Stronny mounts me. She kisses my length with her lower lips. "Shall we begin?" she says, all sing-songy. My yearning to be inside her tenses up my body like a coiled spring. That was all the answer she needed.The siren had told me she was above torture. What was this then, this slow dance of her hips? Why was Stronny drawing her pussy, all puffed up and soaking, along my shaft, if not to torment me? The motion must hit her clit just right, because she moans so sweetly, and rides me harder still. No human woman could get wet like she could."You want me, don't you? You know you do. My snatch feels like heaven, and you haven't even been inside her yet. Say you want me aloud, and I might let you have a taste.""You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I fire back. Where I'd found the resolve, I'll never know. Perhaps the potency of her hypnosis was waning. "Don't you know… a man… has his pride?"Stronny slips her hands under my shirt. She draws them up over my stomach and chest until she finds my nipples and squeezes them. "Oh, I'm well aware of the vanity of menfolk. It's what makes you taste so good. I love cracking you open like oysters, showing you that you're still animals deep down. Wild-… horny-... animals! Did you know that the sea is the mother of all life? I am the sea, don't you understand? You've come home to mummeh, little reefling, to be reminded of what it means to live, truly live, before you die. Now stop pretending you've any dignity left, and tell me how badly you want to ravage my cunt!"I couldn't say the words, but my body does the talking. I grab Stronny by the waist and twist us both around, so that I am the one looming over her now. I have her pinned by the arms, but she does nothing to fight me. Instead she spreads her legs for me, favoring me with that maddening smile. I want to fuck that smile right off her face. I bring my hips up against hers. Laid on her belly, my twitching cock nearly reaches up to her chest. If I force this beast inside her, I'd split her in two. She recognizes the threat well enough, but it only seems to excite her."That's it," she says. "Do it! Do as nature intended. Fighting our instincts will do us no good. We'd as well try to halt the flow of the tides."Doubt consumes me. Are these my desires or hers? If a siren could hypnotize me into submission, what was to stop her from making me want her? Or is she merely teasing out a darkness that has always been inside me? Once more my eyes sweep over her, drinking in her spellbinding beauty. I am oblivious to it in the now, but when I think back on this moment in the future I'll realize that Stronny’s very skin is alive with color. The signals guide my eye between her thighs, so mesmerizing, so delectable. It turns a rich red, purple, blue, then striped, and spotted, and every other color and pattern a pussy could be. The light reaches into the most primal corners of my mind, drawing out an ancient arousal which no logic or reason can help me escape.Stronny is right. I do want to ravage her.Yes, the colors whisper. Take me. Show me what a man you are. Hold me down. Make me yours. Devour me!I give in.If I've always been this way, so be it. If I've been corrupted, so be it. I no longer care. I wrap my left hand around her neck, and line my shaft up to run her through. She seemed beyond anxious to take me. Red flushes bloom on her chest and cheeks. Her breathing grows as heavy as mine. Some devil in me makes me want to do some teasing of my own. I draw my cockhead up and down her swollen lips, and rub circles over her clit. She moans softly, and there are tremors in her voice. Finally, I pierce her. Her legs shake as I guide my inches into her petite body, slow and sensual as sin. When I kiss her cervix, I pause. She's only taken half of me. She is so tight it hurts. Stretching around me must have been just as painful for her. But with the pain comes a dose of sweet pleasure. And as they mingle it grows harder to tell them apart.Then I'm fucking her, nice and slow at first. Her hands explore my body; up the arm that holds her by the neck, and over my chest and shoulders. Years of labor on the Lady Calypso have made me lean and hard, and she seems to like that. “Yes! Yes! Oh, gods, yes!” she whimpers in between moans. Its not long before the tension in our bodies relaxes and I'm driving deeper and deeper with every thrust.“Come on, fuck me like you mean it already! No holding back now. We're man and woman, you and I. This is what we were born for.”I give her what she wants, burying myself deep until I've bottomed out inside her. It still isn't enough to take all of me. But this cock is what she's given me. I'd find a way. I grab both of her legs, and fold her knees up against her shoulders. Her face becomes the most wonderful mix of surprise and delight. This time, when I sink into her wet folds, she takes me to the hilt. The instant she claims all of me, her eyes roll back. There isn't a thought between us left; only the pleasure, the desperation, the feverish breeding.“Give in! Give in, give in, give in! No more thinking. Just fuck me. Just fuck your mummeh!”This light, the light that had ruined me, now makes me feel sensations beyond what should have been possible for a human. I intended to punish her, to drive into her so hard she'd never dream of sinking another ship. But the hot, wet hell inside her, clamping down on my shaft, has my hips quivering like a woman's. It takes all the strength I have left in me just to keep pumping. “You're such a good boy,” she mutters, barely able to form the words. “Such a good, handsome boy! I knew you were the one for me the second I first laid eyes on you!”I grunt like a bear through clenched jaws. My balls spank her ass with every thrust. Her pussy stretches and her belly bulges as I abuse her poor womb.“Oh, gods, I'm close!” she cries. “I won’t eat you! You’ve convinced me. I’ll drink your seed, and make you my reefling. So, you better be grateful! You better look me in the eyes when you come. You better scream my name!”I will. I was supposed to have taken charge, but now I only want to please her. I want to be the only man, no, the only reefling, she'd ever need. Her one and only. Her everything.One last time, I drive as deep as I can, yelling her name. I fill her womb to the brink, and feel the excess gush over the both of us. Stonny throws her arms around my neck, holds my face to hers, kisses me as we look into each other's souls. I'm lost in her; in her sweet moans, in her smell, in the taste of her tongue, and in her hot body wrapped around mine.The last thing I remember is the spirals of color in her eyes.Swirling. Swirling. Ever Swirling. #
Deep beneath the waves of a secluded bay, hidden in crook hollowed out of the coral bed, a shining woman plays with her treasures. Some of them cling to the rocks with their skilled tentacles, while others twirl about in the waters above her.
She cradles her newest friend to her bosom like a babe. The cuttlefish trembles with happiness, and lifts a tentacle to tenderly cup her cheek. “Oh, my darling little reefling,” she says, petting his soft head. “I never learned your name. No matter. We'll just have to give you a new one, won’t we?”