The Siren's Melody
You're walking along the beach one night when a soft, melodic tune is carried over to you on the wind. When you follow it to the source and find a beautiful cat sitting along the shoreline, you find yourself becoming more and more mesmerized. Will you fall completely under her spell? What will she do to you? There's only one way to find out.
Author’s Note: With Halloween just over a week away, I’m feeling the spooky vibes. This is a little horny, this is a little spooky, this is what Halloween is all about to me. Enjoy the first of hopefully multiple little seasonal one-shots as we ramp up to one of my favorite holidays.
You’re walking along the shoreline, listening to the waves as they kiss the sand under the moonlight. The stress of the day weighs down your shoulders, and you slouch forward with your hands jammed in your pockets as you walk.
There are some people here and there, but most of them are gathered streetside at the tiki bars and restaurants and clubs. You enjoy the quiet isolation of beach crawling when tourists are out of season.
You hear a soft, melodic hum from somewhere in the distance. You look around, trying to identify where it’s coming from, but you see nobody. You try to ignore the sound and keep walking, but it’s like your brain is a speaker for the song. Even when you close your eyes and try to only listen to the crashing waves, the melody can be heard over the fierce water.
You keep your eyes closed as you continue walking faster now, as if you’re trying to outrun the music. You feel your paws sink heavily into the sand as you move, but the song grows louder and louder in your head until it’s the only thing you can hear.
You feel yourself collide with someone, and the song immediately stops. You open your eyes to see a beautiful, long-furred cat with large, fluffy white ears. She’s wearing some kind of sheer coverup that almost seems to glitter in the moonlight. She has long, rosy blonde hair and a gently smile that puts you at ease.
“I’m so sorry,” you blurt out quickly. “There was this song stuck in my head and I didn’t see you there and I probably sound crazy, but I’m sorry.” You cuss at yourself in your head for tripping over your words.
The cat’s eyes widen a little. “A song?” she repeated. “Oh, my, I do apologize. It was probably me you heard singing.” She brought a paw up to her throat and rubbed gently. “I thought I was alone on this part of the beach. Didn’t think my singing would bother anyone.”
You shake your head. “No, no,” you say with a nervous chuckle. “You have an incredible voice. Mesmerizing, even. I just couldn’t focus on anything else, and I must’ve gotten lost in my own thoughts.”
She smiles at you. You find yourself staring, unable to look away from her radiating beauty. She readjusts herself into a comfortable seated position in the sand and looks out to the ocean. “The moon goddess controls the seas and all their beings,” she says to you in an airy voice. “Sometimes, I like to come out here and sing to her. She blesses me with this gift, and I like to bless her with its beauty in return.”
She begins humming a soft melody. The depth and richness of her voice surprises you as you watch the wind blow through her hair. As you listen to her, you feel more and more drawn to her. Her voice sounds so sad, so forlorn, and you want to do anything you can to ease the melancholy.
She doesn’t seem to notice as you move closer to her. The moonlight is hitting her coverup in just the right angle for you to see that underneath the fabric, she’s nude. You catch yourself staring at the round fullness of her breasts and force yourself to look back at her face.
The stress you felt earlier melts away under her song. A calming tranquility settles over you; you can’t feel any intense emotion anymore. A limp smile stretches across your face as you continue to stare at her.
She spreads her legs and her robe falls open to one side. You stare down at her slit and feel your mouth water. Supple pink flesh peeks at you, glistening under the light of the moon. You kneel before her, somehow knowing this is what she wants from you without her having to say anything.
Her song continues as your tongue slides up and down the length of her slit. She tastes so sweet with just the slightest hint of sea salt. Your mind clouds with hazy feelings of lust as the sound of her song continues to lure your mind into an artificial calm.
Her scent wafts all around you. You can no longer smell anything besides her, not that you mind. Her scent builds the excitement in yourself as you continue to work her over with your tongue. The sounds of the ocean in the background fade away as her song becomes the only thing you can hear.
You shift your weight, feeling the sand shift under your knees. Somehow, she tastes even sweeter as you continue, like the taste of her on its own is enchanting you. Her song starts to sound muffled, distant, but it’s still loud enough to slither into your ears. Her scent gets stronger the more muffled her song becomes. Soon, it’s so strong you feel like you’ve dunked your entire head into her wetness.
You open your eyes to darkness. You can’t see her or the ocean or the shoreline anymore. The moonlight has completely disappeared, leaving you bathed in total and complete darkness. Worry starts to creep up from the bottom of your stomach, but her song grows louder until it overpowers the sound of your doubt.
You move to shift your weight again when you realize your knees are no longer in the sand. You try to move away, but you’re trapped, stuck. Her melody still plays, far away and unreachable, but it calms you anyway. Somehow, you know you’re inside of her, and you know you’ll never get out.
See, you had heard stories of sirens trolling the beaches for easy victims, luring them in with beauty and song. You fell right into her trap.
You close your eyes again and let her melodic tones soothe you into a state of bliss. You don’t know how long you have left, but you know you want to spend it here, inside of her, surrounded by her scent and her taste.