Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Stories of the Merrows, or merfolk ❯ The 'siren' ( Chapter 2 )

AN: this little story is part of a series of short stories centering on mermen, or male mermaids, however you wish to call them. I figured there were stories about them, so this is the first of hopefully many. Hope you enjoy. Warning some citrus content you have been warned.

 

 

It was a beautiful day, I had just arrived at the Kissimmee summer beach residence and after five hours on a bus I was ready for a good long swim. I hurriedly opened the door to my one room summer cottage and threw my stuff inside. I already had my bathing suit on, so I locked the door behind me and made my way down to the beach.

 

I made my way along the hillside path leading to the beach; it was heavily shrouded by arbutus trees, holly and ferns. I hummed an unknown tune as I walked out into the sun, my mind floating noncommittally from one subject to the next.

 

I loved it here, the place my parents met, the place I was born, after six years of wandering I was finally home.

 

Beach towel on arm and sandals on my feet I walked merrily down to the beach. The tune still tumbling from my lips, I passed a group of some old acquaintances.

 

“'Lyssa! Oh my god is that you?” I turned my head at the greeting.

“Marg?” I blinked my grey eyes at my one time best friend.

“I haven't seen you in ages! Look at you, your gorgeous!” the laughing girl nearly tipped my over when she wrapped herself around me.

“What the fuck happened to you? One week you were here and the next, well… we thought the siren ate your whole family.” She laughed, waving her hands excitedly.

I raised my eyebrows at her.

“The `siren'?” I asked incredulously ready to laugh.

She giggled.

“Yeah the `siren' popped up just about the same time you disappeared. Story is, that storm back in 2002 stranded a siren in the cove. Many have claimed to have seen her, in fact Bobby, you know Robert McInnis, claims to have seen her close up. He says he was out sailing with Loren, when he heard the saddest singing ever, come wafting over the waves, he looked up and there she was standing on the beach, in the buff no less, ebony hair blowing about her. Bobby said it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.”

 

I laughed at Marg.

“The Robert McInnis I know, could spin the wildest tales. You can't really believe him?” she started dragging me by the hand to her group of friends.

“He's not the only one! There's Lily and Fergie, Kyle, June, and Greg. They all claim to have seen her, even some of the oldies believe too.”

 

Just as we reached the group of young adults, a cry went up from the shore.

 

“The Siren! I can see her! Over there on the rock!” As we all turned to look a wailing song floated across the waters to our ears. It was the most melancholy song I had ever heard, and yet it seemed to find a match somewhere in my memory, an unknown tune forever carved into my mind.

 

The `siren' was indeed beautiful, but didn't seem overly shapely. Actually apart from the eerily coloured long hair I would have assumed it was just some skinny chick. But the `siren' was to far away for any more features to be distinguishable.

 

“Told you” Marg whispered to me.

 

The figure on the rock raised its hand and a wave rose up, when it settled the figure was gone. The sea continued to roll and foam, a wind howled across the cove and the sun was hidden by suddenly dark clouds. The people around me began to rush around the beach gathering there belongings.

 

“I better head back; it's the sudden storms that are the bad ones. Umm…You should head back too, but it's good having you here, I'll catch up with you later” Marg ran off to gather her things and headed up the path.

 

This was strange I didn't remember storms coming up this fast when I used to summer here. So much for my day at the beach, with a heavy sigh I turned back up the hill. A tune slipped unknowingly from my lips. `so a `siren' eh? It was probably just some weird nudist chick. But the wave trick was pretty cool.'

 

The wind picked up and with it came the melancholy strains of that lonely tune. It was only then that I noticed the answering song coming from my lips. I turned to look back at the shore, afraid of what I might see, and yet sure that nothing would be there.

 

My breath failed me, my mind whirled and my heart lurched. There on the shore stood the `siren'. Bare as the day he was born, his hair swirled about him covering his nudity.

He stood barely thirty feet in front of me and I could see him in all his glistening male glory. He appeared to be human but for his knee length blue-green-black hair and his sheer beauty. Each and every one of his muscles was well defined, but he was not bulky, in fact he was almost slender. His face was almost effeminate in its beauty and yet unmistakably male. His limbs were long and elegant, and although he stood still he seemed to be dancing in tandem with the waves.

 

I was frozen in wonder and feminine appreciation. He raised his hand again, but this time he beckoned me forward. I could not resist, something within me was pulled to obey him. He continued singing, and I hummed unknowingly along, until I stood just within his reach. His hand turned to face palm toward me and his fingers just barely touched my cheek, I felt a shiver run down my spine and liquid fire began to burn within my veins. And then I looked into his eyes.

 

I felt immediately exposed, as if he could see into my soul. The fire inside me burned brighter. Absentmindedly I noticed that his eyes constantly changed colour, from blue to black to green to grey and back again. As I looked into those enchanting eyes I felt our souls meld together, and then he leaned closer.

 

I noticed that his song had changes to one that made my body sing with anticipation. He was but a hairsbreadth away from me and I could hear our hearts beat in unison. With a breath his song ended, and a moment of wonder engulfed me.

 

“Mine.” He purred his voice deep and melodic, played upon my ears in a seductive dance. And then he kissed me. It was a mind shattering kiss and I'm sure that if my mind had actually been there it would have left me again. He pulled me up against his wet and hot body, his hands in my hair and on my back. His tongue was in my mouth, worshiping me. I moaned I couldn't help it I had never been kissed like that before. My hands flew of their own accord to his hair, it was wet but soft, and my fingers took lodging just behind his ears, pulling him closer.

 

Soon I was lying in the sand receiving the most thorough fuck of my life, his mouth worshiped every part of my body, and his hands loved me. As he entered me I held his face and kissed him hard and our song was one of passion. He brought me to completion many times before he joined me, with a shuddering thrust, and a melodious whisper of `mine' he finished.

 

He lay still within me, but his hands continued loving me and his mouth teased the skin of my neck, he made little noises that lightly resembled his earlier song, only now they were content.

 

I felt drowsiness settle on my mind and a warm lethargy filled my limbs, and as sleep took me I heard him say into my hair.

“Mine forever.”