The Fourth Siren
Sirens lure a sailor to his new life.
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The Fourth Siren
The cool salt water of the ocean enveloped him as he splashed overboard, causing a moment of fear before his head broke the frothing surface and the song drew him forwards. It dragged him towards the massive spire of weathered grayish stone that jutted from the ocean like the stump of some long dead tree. His arms burned with exertion as he pulled himself though the rough waves. He was vaguely aware of shouts from behind him, but none of that mattered in the least.
He could not make out the words to the song, but he knew exactly what it was saying. It caressed his ears, promising the warmth of female companionship, accompanied by the soft brushing of feathers over his skin, softer than silk. The rough solid stone of the cliff shore tore at the skin of his hands, small abrasions flaring into agony as the salt from the ocean set them ablaze, but he climbed onwards, just seeing the bulge of an outcropping above him.
Pulling himself up, he fell into an exhausted heap as the words to the song congratulated him, praising him and soothing the pain as their melody seeped inside of him. The beating of wings punctuated the song with their staccato flapping as huge dark scaled avian feet grasped around his shoulders as he quickly found himself borne into the air, looking above himself and making out the scintillating patterns of brown and gray that were far more beautiful than any peacock every was.
What surprised him was not the jolt of hitting the ground, but rather how soft it was; a giant bowl of carefully woven flotsam and jetsam, lined with shed white fluff that smelled sweeter than myrrh. He looked up to see the three of them, bright sun filtering through their wings and tresses as his eyes wandered across their pert breasts while they continued heave and sing with their otherworldly voices. As the song was continued, a string of harmony was occasionally dropped as they all leaned in, lavishing him with their affection, licking across his salty skin, breath hot, sweet, and alluring.
Reeling, his world swam as they circled around him, soft sleek plumage brushing against his skin so that he barely noticed their sharp talons rending though his sailing clothes as if they were paper. The song shifted to a virtuoso solo as two of the maidens closed in around his sides, bending down with avian grace and licking at his fingers, suckling at his digits as the singer made eye contact, smiling down at his dazed expression of ecstasy.
They lick up his entire arms, tongues hot against his clammy flesh as the soloist turns around and spreads her wide fan of a tail, song urging him forwards. Without a moment of hesitation, he buries his face in her plumage, nuzzling against her plush silken feathers before he follows her delicate suggestion and licks in at her tight pink avian hole. It wriggles around him as he sinks in further, and she sings his praises as a hero beyond even the scope of Homer's genus.
Skin tingling, his arms stretch and pull, skin becoming tight and supple as his hands swell out, fingers merging under their careful warm attention as a million pleasant needle pricks run over them, each punctuated by a full avian pinion that catches in the breeze, blossoming along his changing body, coaxed out fuller by their nibbling lips.
Her wings flap as he presses inside of her avian confines before her feathery rump pulls away along with her sisters mouths, and they once again sing in a wonderful three part chorus as he limply flaps his new feathered limbs.
The soloist lies against him, immaculately beautiful as her eagle-like legs push between his own, rolling him onto his side as they both fit together like a puzzle. With one feathery thigh rubbing against his front, and one behind him, he moans out as she rubs her glorious cloaca against him. The others' words become teasing lashes from hot wet tongues; one licking up his pulsing shaft while the other circles behind him and laps slowly down his spine.
He doesn't dare moan out for fear of ruining the song as she grinds against him and he feels his rump become soft and tender while her moist avian hole presses against it. The beautiful maiden in front of him presses her mouth in further, engulfing him as his maleness condenses, shaft and orbs both rolled around as they jerk and throb back smaller and smaller, sensations pulling inside of him towards his clenching avian hole. Meanwhile the radiant beauty behind him suckles and tugs at the base of his spine as it jerks and wriggles into a fleshy nub, quickly flaring out into a beautiful fan of plumage to punctuate the plush feathers racing down his back.
The soloist's talons clench as her melody takes on a titillating tremolo and her wings flap gently while she feels his passage grow to match her own as they grind together; slick, avian, and ready. The mouth in front of him pulls back, all traces of his maleness vanished behind a soft flat crotch of dense plumage as his tail-feathers spread and twitch eagerly, sensations mind-numbingly focused between his legs as he pants.
Her muscles clench as the solid whiteness of the egg presses out of her and into him, crowning and rubbing at his moist cloaca. The three beauties sing out in jubilation, praising his own lovely form as the solid mass forces its way out, stretching his new passage wider and wider as it burns with new-found pleasure. They all sing in a crescendo of lust as the egg is finally forced out into him, and his dripping cloaca pulls it in with smooth tight eagerness.
The soloist sings out in rapture as the the two other muses each bend down and nibble at his feet, coaxing each toe out longer while he and the soloist grind in between each other's legs. Toes bulging out into beautiful talons capped by thick jet claws, they lap up his now tight scaly calves as his new digits clench at the empty air in bliss.
As the accompanists lick in as his bugling thighs, the other creature's careful talons rub in over his chest, teasing his nipples as the smooth olive flesh begins to swell out, areolas widening as his pert breasts heave in pleasure. Thighs bugling, they burst out with thick gray and brown avian plumage as he screams out in bliss, voice raising higher and higher until he harmonizes with his new sisters and they all rub and clench together as his wild new counter-melody is added to the song.
From atop the cliffs, they all look down; the four of them begging new sailors to come save them from their wonderful lives full of music, passion, and the hopes to form a quintet . . .