Evil Siren

The sea was a mass of chop and foam. I often came to the beach when I needed to clear my mind. This day, the sea matched my thoughts. My mind was a mess of chaotic thoughts. The sea did not do much to ease my mood.
I heard her long before I saw her. On the salt breeze I heard the sound of singing.

The sea was a mass of chop and foam. I often came to the beach when I needed to clear my mind. This day, the sea matched my thoughts. My mind was a mess of chaotic thoughts. The sea did not do much to ease my mood.
I heard her long before I saw her. On the salt breeze I heard the sound of singing. I could not see from where the sound was coming from. The song seemed to wrap my mind in silken strands as I sat there listening. The problems of my day seemed too trivial to me as I was caressed with the silken tones of that song. The song suddenly stopped and my heart sank. I wanted to hear more of that song. I needed to hear more of that song. I needed to find the singer.
I returned to the beach the next day, at the same time, sitting in the same place. Once more I listened to the wind as I watched the waves break over the sand. The singing started and once more it swirled around me, carried by the sea breeze. My mind emptied of all but desire as that song engulfed me. My body burned with the desire that filled my mind. I wanted that singer. I had to have that singer.
I stood, my legs moving of their own accord. The music drove me on, down the beach. I walked like the stumbling dreamer, my eyes were open but I saw nothing of the world around me. The sun grew louder, the further I walked down the beach. I knew I was drawing closer to the songs source. The closer I came to where the singer was, the more powerful the songs effect became. Desire was all that was on my mind. Desire was all that I cared for.
She sat on a rock, the last rays of the sun highlighting her from behind. I know that she saw me standing there; she could not help but to see me. She did not pause in her singing though. I stood there enraptured by her song.
The sun slowly set and the moon rose. Under the light of the full moon I could see her for what she was. And what she was was beautiful. My eyes devoured every inch of her, from her hair down to her toes. I had the feeling as I stood there, that she too was studying me. She continued to sing and I continued to stand there. She raised one hand and beckoned me closer with one crooked, black nailed finger. Compelled by her song and her gesture, I walked the last of the distance that separated us. There was no thought in my mind about denying any request or demand of this singing vision.
I sat in the sand at the base of the rock on which she sat, staring up at her. I found that I kept trying to hold my breath as I sat there mesmerized by her song.
And then the song ended. The sound of the water by which we sat, came back to me, a deafening roar of sound. She looked down at me and she smiled. Lips that were glistening and black turned up at the corners.
“I am called Jade,” she said.
Her voice was like her song. It had a way of filling my mind and lulling my thoughts. I felt like I was swimming in honey, buoyed by her silken tones.
I thought that her name suited her. Sinful thoughts danced through my head as I sat her feet. She wiggled her toes with their black painted nails and I pictured myself sucking on them. My mouth watered at this thought. She grinned again and I had the sudden thought that she knew what was in my mind.
She pushed her foot forward so a black nailed toe was brushing my lips.
“I know that you want to,” was all that she said.
My mouth opened wide and I took the black nailed toe into my mouth. I sucked her toes one by one while she smiled down at me. I noticed they tasted salty but I did not care.
“Good boy,’ Jade said as she pulled her toe from my mouth, “you show potential.”
I was happy that she was happy; I found that I would indeed do anything that Jade would ask me.
Suddenly she leaned forward on her rocky perch. She pressed her glistening black lips to my lips and she kissed me. Her kiss was as salty as her toes had been. I did not care about this though as she kissed me. The bliss that washed over me as she stole my breath in that kiss stole any care that might have been lingering in a darkened corner of my mind. There was a hungry quality to her kiss. She devoured me with that kiss. She ravished me with that kiss. I was made weak by the kiss. She broke the kiss and I slumped backwards into the damp sand. She slowly climbed down from her rock. I tried to sit up again, but she pushed me back down with one black toe nailed foot. She moved with an almost feline like grace. Her body had a sinuous quality as she sunk down on me. She straddled me there in the damp sand and I was in heaven. She bent over me and kissed me again. She took my hands in her black nailed hands and she pressed them to her body.
As she kissed me, my hands knew her body. I had thought that she wore a skintight outfit of shimmering green. I discovered as I touched her in the sand that this was not the case. The green was a layer of shimmering scales that covered her body. My eyes opened up as I felt this. As I looked at her, I saw that on her face there were patches that shimmered. I knew that this discover should fill me with fear but it did not. Her kisses stole any worries from my mind before I became aware of them. The scales of her skin gave her body a slippery, slick feel that felt like wet latex. I gently squeezed Domiana’s breasts as she kissed me. Despite the layer of slippery scales, her breasts were like any other woman that I had felt before. The scales made her breasts feel like they were encased in dark green latex though I could feel her nipples that hardened under the touch of my eager fingers. She slipped a hand down into my trousers as she kissed me. I felt her black nailed fingers as she scratched at my manhood through the cotton of my under shorts. My manhood quickly hardened at the sensation of her sharp nails dragging up and down its length through the cotton. She broke off the kiss and she looked down at me. She placed her other hand on my cheek and I felt that it was like the rest of her body.
“Do you want me?” she asked as I looked up into her eyes.
“Yes,” I said in a moan as she continued to scratch at my hardened manhood.
“Do you need me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said again.
“I know you do,” she said, her mouth twisting up in a grin.
She kissed me again. I felt her hand slide under my under shorts. I gasped at the feeling of her slimy, black nailed fingers as they grasped the throbbing shaft of my manhood. I gasped into her mouth as she began to rub at me.
She broke the kiss again. She sat back on me as she continued to rub at my manhood with her black nailed fingers. She put the fingers of her other hand against my mouth. The tips of her black nails pressed into the soft flesh of my lips. Her slippery fingers slid past my lips and into my mouth. I began to suck at her black nailed fingers that filled my mouth. I had come to enjoy the salty taste of her flesh. Her eyes closed as I sucked on her black nailed fingers one by one. My fingers rubbed at her nipples and gently squeezed her breath as she rubbed at my manhood. She slowly raised herself up as she released her hold on my manhood. Her black nailed fingers opened my trousers as she squatted over me. She slipped my manhood free of my cotton under shorts. She gripped my manhood again. She guided it up towards her and slowly lowered herself again towards me. I felt the tip of my manhood brush against the velvet soft lips of her sex. Slowly she guided me up into her. I slide up into her, the soft, silken lips of her sex engulfing my manhood. Her sex consumed me like a hungry mouth, drawing me deep within her moistness. I moaned around the mouthful of her fingers but did not stop sucking on them. She put her other hand to one of mine, taking it from her breast.
“Are you willing to pay any price for my passion?” she asked me as she began to rock back and forth on me.
“Yes,” I said around her fingers and I truly meant it.
She smiled down at me and she took my hand in hers up towards her glistening, black lips. She held my hand and put her black lips to the skin of my wrist. I watched as her mouth opened wide. Under the light of the moon I saw the two ivory daggers that curved down from her top gum. Her mouth opened wide and I felt those ivory daggers press against the flesh of my wrist.
Her fangs sliced into my wrist and I groaned at the sudden pain. I thrust up deep inside of her and she moaned as my blood splashed into her hungry mouth. I saw my own blood trickle past her black lips and run down her chin. She lapped and sucked at the blood that flowed form my wrist. I found that this sight did not frighten me, as it should. The feeling of her body against mine. The feeling of her silken sex around my manhood. The pain her fangs had inflicted. These all added to my feelings of desire that smothered any feeling of fear that I might have had.
She moaned as she fed off my wrist. She moaned as I rubbed at her breasts with my other hand. Jade moaned as I sucked on her fingers. She moaned as I thrust up into her sex.
She released her hold on my hand and it dropped to the sand. I felt my blood trickle out into the sand I lay against. She pulled her fingers from my mouth and she leaned forward once again. She pressed her lips that were slicked with my blood to mine and she kissed me. I could taste the saltiness of my blood in that kiss. I could feel her hunger in that kiss.
Her hands slipped up under my shirt as she kissed me. She lightly dragged the tips of her long, black nails down my chest as she kissed me. She tore open my shirt, exposing my chest to the night air. Her fingers flexed and I jumped as ten, sharp, black nails dug into my flesh. Blood welled up from the half moon crescents around my nipples. She broke off this kiss and lowered her mouth to my chest. I moaned as Jade’s mouth closed around my nipples one at a time. She licked at the blood from my chest as she sucked at my chest. My hands wandered the flesh of her back as she licked and sucked at me. I marveled at the slimy smoothness of her back, her buttocks. My fingers came to her hair and I was surprised when slimy tendrils of hair wrapped around my wrists of their own accord. I was bound with my arms around her back by her hair. I could not move as she licked at the blood on my chest. I could not pull myself free as she rode the throbbing shaft of my manhood.
I felt wetness at around my head and I became worried. Cold seawater splashed against my head and neck as she sucked my blood from the wounds in my chest. I opened my mouth to tell her. She reached up and clamped a slimy, black nailed hand over my mouth. She pulled her mouth from my chest and she sat back once more. Her hand was a slimy, black nailed gag that prevented me from talking as she sat back on me. Her hair was a manacle that bound me to her. I was trapped underneath Jade, held prisoner beneath her silken and slimy flesh.
“You said you would pay any price for being with me,” Jade said as she looked down at me, “any price for my passion. And now you shall.”
She leaned forward again. She turned my head to one side. I felt her black lips press against the side of my throat. I felt her mouth open wide. The pain of her ivory fangs slicing into my neck was more intense than the pain of them slicing the flesh of my wrist. I tried to scream but her hand stopped me. I tried to pull away but her hair held me tight.
I felt her begin to feed at the wellspring of my lifeblood. She moaned as scarlet jewels of my lifeblood tumbled past her ebon lips. Seawater washed against me as she fed off me. I was surprised to feel my manhood throbbing with her. I felt that I would soon climax inside this strange woman who fed off me.  My mind raced as I lay there. I knew that I would die. I knew that this was the price she mentioned. As I lay their, my mind reminded me of the tales I had heard of the Sirens. I had heard the Legends that told of the beautiful maidens that lured sailors to their doom with their beautiful song.
The seawater was up around my ears. The Siren jade pulled her mouth from my throat. Darkness was threatening to engulf me. She sat back against me. She moaned as she raised and lowered herself in the throbbing shaft of my manhood. Her moaning increased as small waves broke over my face. I tried to raise my head, but the black nailed hand that gagged me, served to hold my head down. The wound in my throat burned as seawater washed into it. I could feel the last of my lifeblood mingled with the water of the sea.
Jade threw her head back and she roared up at the sky above. Her sex contracted around my manhood and it felt like it was trying to draw the juices from inside it. My body answered the pull of hers, my manhood jerking within her silken sex. I felt myself climax as the darkness drew ever closer around me.
Seawater flowed into my nose and Jade looked down at me. She shifted her hand so it no longer gagged me but still kept my head down. Waves broke over my head and I tried to hold my breath. Jade leaned once more over me and kissed me again. This kiss stole my breath as had her last ones. I could not catch my breath and saltwater burned my nose. My lungs screamed for air but her kiss and the water that now flowed over my face would not give it to me.
The last image that filled my minds eye was of Jade as she sat back. Seawater washed the blood on her face and she smiled down at me. Thunder roared in my ears and darkness dragged me down into nothingness.
A green skinned figure rise from the lifeless body that lay under her. The Siren Jade smiled as she looked down at the body that bobbed at her feet. He had fed several of her appetites. She was almost sorry that he was dead.
“Ah well, there are plenty more fish in the sea,” Jade said as she dove into the waves, “and there is always tomorrow.”

©2006 Lawrence Cottam