by Eden Redd
Merra noticed and answered before Sylk asked, “The mermaids are friends but they have their own tribe to return to. The next few days you will spend with us. Come, let’s get you settled.”
Merra let go of Sylk and swam to a cave opening. The blue siren swam after her, entering the cave and swimming further in. Inside, the place was bare except for seashells arranged into spiraling designs and seaweed patched down at the end. Merra swam over to the seaweed and smiled.
“Here is where we will sleep.”
Sylk moved in closer, “I’m used to sleeping on a bed or on my master’s skin.”
“Tonight, you will sleep on my skin,” The siren said with a sly smile.
“Your skin?” Sylk questioned.
“As tribe leader, you are my guest and my partner for your time here,” Merra said with bright eyes.
Sylk wasn’t sure what to make of that statement. Before she could say anything, Merra took her hand and pulled her to the mouth of the cave. Outside, on a large cliff-like outcropping, male sirens arranged shells and sea plants. Three female sirens emerged from a cave with spears in their webbed hands and swam off.
“The men will arrange the celebration while the women will go off and hunt for tonight’s meal.”
Sylk looked to the males as they made preparations, “What do we do in the mean time?”
Merra took Sylk’s hand and pulled her further in the cave, “We talk. Tell me about your master and the land you come from? I very much want to know what it is like to be on land and not just a beach.”
Sylk smiled and began talking about her master to Merra’s wide and attentive eyes.
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The light above the waves faded into night but a glow from deep down shined upwards. Glowing fish from the deep moved and illuminated the celebration taking place. Male sirens danced while females looked up and clapped their approval. Sylk and Merra sat overlooking the festivities. Males that were not dancing were pulling chunks of meat from a large dead tuna fish. The males swam to the females, placing the chunks of meat in their hands and swimming off. A red male ripped off two larger pieces and swam up to Merra and Sylk. The male bowed his head as he placed the meat in Merra’s hand first and then placed the other piece in Sylk’s webbed hands. Once finished, he quickly swam off to join the others.
Sylk looked to the meat in her hand. Merra took a large bite and chewed before swallowing. Sylk brought it close to her mouth and took a nibble. The meat was delicious and the blue siren began biting off bigger chunks.
Merra eyed the ravenous siren and grinned, “You don’t eat much food, do you?”
Sylk shook her head, “Not really. I feed off my master. I can eat but it is diminished compared to his potent mana.” Sylk paused before speaking again, “I think because I am so far from him, my body is craving mana in any form it can get.”
“You miss him already?”
Sylk nodded, “I do. He is very special to me.”
“From what you have told me, he seems very special. I am trying to understand why you are not his master and he your servant. It is so different compared to our world.”
“It is. Although, I do tend to boss him around sometimes.”
Merra smiled, “I’m sure you do.”
Sylk turned to the dancing males while Merra kept her gaze on her a little longer. A few males had clustered off to the side, eyes turning to Sylk and mouths moving in hushed tones. The blue siren tried not to stare at them and shifted on her bottom. Merra picked up what was happening and gently squeezed Sylk’s arm.
“Do you want one or all three?” Merra asked with a curious tone.
Sylk turned her head to her host with wide eyes, “Oh..um…no. They just seem like they are talking about me, hard to ignore when they are so obvious about it.”
“They are talking about you. They each are prepared to prove themselves so they may serve your desires.”
“I’m not looking to be intimate. I am here to train,” Sylk said simply.
“I understand that you may not know many of our ways. However, tonight you are my guest and it would be rude if you did not partake in our rituals.”
Sylk sat silent, hesitant to say anything and not wanting to offend her host any further.
Merra seemed to notice and caressed the blue siren’s cheek with the back of her fingers, “Let them please you. They seem eager and you appear tense. Your master left you in my care. I will ensure you are accommodated.”
The blue siren looked to the male sirens. They had all turned their eyes to her, sculpted bodies moving to their treading water. Merra pointed to all three and they instantly swam to their leader. With the celebration in full swing, the other females followed their Mistresses lead, pointing and beckoning more of the males into their waiting arms. Sylk watched unabashed as males swam together with them, happy to please. Loincloths fell away and females screeched their delight. The large tuna nearly eaten to the bones, there was a scent in the water surrounding them similar to blood during a feeding frenzy.
Strong bodies clashed. Arms and legs captured their chosen mates. Breasts heaved and hard cocks plunged thin slits. The water around them filled with passionate vibrations. Sylk ignored the three suitors as they floated. She crawled to the edge of the small cliff and gazed at the orgy below her. The mood was intoxicating and the vibrations inviting. A webbed hand smoothed over her bottom. The blue siren responded with a slight tremble. Another hand ran along her back and another hand moved over a nipple.
“May we please you?” One male siren whispered.
“We will do anything you wish,” Another said gently.
“We are yours to command.” The third one said as he massaged her pointed nipple.
Sylk closed her eyes, resisting the glowing temptation. Merra swam above them, eyes filled with mischief. The three males caressed and soothed the blue siren, waiting patiently for her command.
Merra spoke, “If you will not take them for pleasure, take them for their mana. They are happy to feed you this night or any other time for as long as you are with us.”
The naked blue siren gave the barest of nods. Loincloths fell away and masculine bodies moved in close. Sylk felt them crowd in, hands squeezing her magical flesh. Their touch was overwhelming. In mere moments, hard members touched her body as fingers pulled aside her tight flesh in sensitive areas.
“No need to rush. Please her before you enter her,” Merra commanded.
Sylk was on all fours, looking at the orgy below. A male knelt down and pressed his mouth to her tight opening. A vibration crawled up Sylk’s throat as his tongue ran along her line, the tip touching and massaging her clit. Another male floated before her, eyes staring at her closed eyes. Floating closer, he pressed his lips to hers. The blue siren welcomed the kiss but images of her master floated in her mind. She did not open her eyes as a pointed tongue slipped into her mouth and played with her tongue.
Merra watched on. The third male stayed close, running webbed hands along Sylk’s curves, admiring her beauty. His cock was hard and wanting. To his pleasant surprise, Sylk took hold and stroked him. The male behind her pushed his tongue deep, sliding in and out with practiced ease. This sent shivers up and down Sylk’s spine. The one kissing her was quite content to keep kissing. A terrible hunger took hold of the blue siren. She broke the kiss and looked down to see his cock hard before her. Taking hold, she pulled his whole body up in the water, the tip of his member touching her lips and sinking past them.
The yellow male let out a gasp. Sylk lifted herself onto her knees. The green siren she stroked was powerless to move, her hand rubbing him with her own expert skill. The red one behind her could no longer lick her with his mouth so he moved in close, his cock tip pressing to her thin opening. Sylk and the red male let out a deep moan as he pushed his way into her. Red-skinned hips pressed against her bottom and his thick member dove as deep as it could go. The four moved to a symphony of pleasure.
The green male gritted his sharp teeth as
his cock thickened, “I can’t hold on. Your beauty and touch are too much,” He managed.
Letting out a long moan, come shot from his cock. Sylk’s eyes went wide as the spurt of come struck her and caused her very skin to ripple from the impact. Living energy radiated as the glob attached to her skin. Energy welled up and took hold, drinking in mana and storing it in her body for later use.
Merra floated above like a proud parent, “The males have strong muscles and can shoot their seed with power. It is needed in the ocean so their seed will not float away.”
Sylk’s eyes rolled into her head. The red male behind her increased the tempo, his cock straining her inner walls. The blue siren bobbed her head to the yellow male in her mouth. She could feel the buildup of mana and life. She wanted it more and more. Increasing her tempo, she pressed her tongue along the shaft, making sure it was secure to the roof of her mouth. With her mouth so tight, the yellow male looked down with wide eyes. The blue siren looked up with wicked eyes and it was too much for the male. Jets of come exploded in Sylk’s mouth and down her throat. The force of it was enough for her eyes to open wide but the life-giving mana eased her into a dreamy state. She sucked down every drop she could and lazily caressed his cock with her tongue to tease out a few more drops.
Spent, the blue siren let go of the yellow male and he floated away, eyes stuck in awe. The red male upped the tempo, pushing and pulling back his hard member, determination in his eyes. Sylk reached behind with both webbed hands and took hold of his firm ass. Urging him on, the male grunted, unable to hold back anymore. Spurts of come blasted Sylk’s insides, causing her to orgasm in response. The shock of his seed striking her was enough to send her over the edge with bliss. Warm spirals flowed through her as she absorbed his mana.
Merra floated closer, making sure to make eye contact with Sylk. The blue siren heaved from the ripples of pleasure. Looking up, she made eye contact with hints of lust still swirling.
“Good. Use them for the rest of the night. You will need your strength for tomorrow’s lessons.” The green siren smiled.
Two
The water was cool to Sylk’s skin. Naked, she floated as three female sirens surrounded her. In their webbed hands were two-pronged spears with wicked points. All three eyed the blue siren like prey, sizing her up and choosing the best vantage point to strike. Merra floated above them, watching the scene with a teacher’s eye.
The cool water was helping Sylk to focus. Nervous energy ran along her nerves and she tried not showing it. One siren spun her spear and Sylk twitched in response. Merra’s eyes narrowed.
“Don’t show your fear. Be confident in the song and they will not be able to touch you.” Merra instructed.
The blue siren mentally went over the song she was taught. Most of the morning she practiced over and over. She had reached the moment of truth and it was now or never. Parting her lips, she waited for her opponent to make the first move.
One siren floated forward but the one to Sylk’s right threw her spear directly at her. It shot lightning fast and the blue siren let out her song in self-defense. Vibrations came out in a strange and wondrous melody. Nearly instantaneously, an invisible shield surrounded the blue siren, causing the very water to tremble. The spear struck the shield and bounced off. Sylk continued to sing as the damage to the shield registered and a small amount of her mana was used to maintain it. Merra smiled her approval and nodded her head.
The two other sirens threw their spears in rapid succession. Sylk sang on as their points struck home and bounced off. Turning, Sylk eyed her opponents as they looked to each other and then pointed their gaze at her.
Merra swam about lazily, “The shield song works both ways. You cannot attack while the shield is up and the enemy cannot penetrate unless your mana is spent or you stop singing.”
The three sirens opened their mouths and screamed. Sylk knew this attack because she used it many times herself. What caused her eyebrow to arch was that the sonic vibrations from their screams had focused. Instead of a wide dispersal, the scream concentrated into a single line and hit her shield from three directions. The power from it was enough to cause Sylk to disrupt her singing and her shield to disappear. A sonic stream hit her shoulder, causing the siren to spin into the water. Merra dived down and scooped her up, holding her close and smiling.
“I didn’t know it could be focused like that,” Sylk said as she rubbed her own shoulder.
“Now that you have experienced it, you should be able to emulate it.”
Sylk looked to Merra and was in awe of her confidence. It was enough that she didn’t mind when the green siren ran a webbed hand under her thigh. The moment went on for a few more seconds before Merra turned her head to the murky water.
From the ocean gloom, three mermaids appeared, swimming directly toward them. Merra let go of Sylk and eyed them as they swam right to her.
“The Wicked Coil is coming this way. She has captives,” The mermaid said with cool eyes.
Merra looked to the others and nodded her head. The group of sirens scattered to the background. Bodies moved into plant beds and hid among rocks. Sylk lost track of them in a matter of moments. Merra took hold of Sylk’s wrist and they both dived down with the mermaids. Finding their hiding spot, they hugged close to rock outcroppings, eyes up into the murky depths.
“What is happening?” Sylk asked as she scanned the water.
“Further training, a slave ship carrying captives is coming down this route. It is one of the bone ships the Scylla use for their surface raids. They capture any male they can get their tentacles on for breeding. We are going to save them and destroy the ship.” Merra said in a low tone.
Sylk’s eyes widened, “You planned this!”
Merra smirked, “You are an experienced warrior. What better way to train then actual combat.”
Sylk was about to say something and then closed her mouth. She had nothing to come back with and placed her trust in the green siren’s webbed hands. Accepting what was about to happen, she simply nodded and went back to looking at the murky water.
The sea had become eerily silent. The blue siren watched as her magical heart began to race. Something red moved in the distance among some waving seaweed. Looking to the plants, Sylk gasped as the red male siren appeared, his eyes searching. Merra looked to the male and frowned. With a hand signal, a female siren leapt from her cover and took hold of the surprised male. Dragging him down along the sandy floor, they made their way to Merra’s hiding spot with Sylk.
The female slammed the males back against a rocky wall and held him there. Merra moved in closer, eyes burning with rage.
“Why did you leave camp?” Merra growled.
“I wanted to see Sylk train. I wanted to be there as she became stronger.” The red-skinned male said with a nervous look in his eye.
“Males. Never doing what you’re told,” Merra growled.
The red male looked to Sylk, “My name is Ness. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
The blue siren looked to the love-struck Ness with incredulous eyes. Merra took hold of the male and shoved him to the sandy floor causing it to stir.
“Stay here and stay down. I will discuss your punishment later.” Merra said as she shoved his face into the sand.
It was then when they all heard it, a dark vibration sending cold tendrils around them. Hunkering down, they watched with intense eyes as something big moved toward them. A giant blob of white first appeared in the distance. As it moved closer, its hazy form began to solidify. Sylk could not turn her gaze away. A large mouth with teeth bigger than her head arose first. It was attached to a ship with sails made of skin and white bones melded together to form a hull. Sylk knew of sailing ships but this one defied logic. They were many fathoms under the surface but the ship moved under water as if a wind filled those horrid sails. Instead of wooden boards, white bone glowed a pale light. Figures moved on the deck, holding spears and glancing over the sides. Sylk narrowed her eye
s and saw her first Scylla as the ship approached. They appeared like beautiful women from the waist up. They had long hair and thin features. Gold armor wrapped over their shoulders and arms bands covered their forearms. From the waist down tentacles moved, holding onto the railing.
“You said they capture men for breeding. Why do they need surface men?” Sylk asked.
“Scylla killed all their males thousands of years ago. They discovered that the seed of surface men produce only females. They believe the only male they should know is their Dead Sea god, Draygon. Now they send out ships to capture and enslave men. The Wicked Coil is one of those ships and we are going to liberate it,” Merra said as her eyes gazed at the oncoming ship.
“How are we going to do that? I see twice as many of them compared to us. There may be more below deck,” Sylk readied herself.
Merra gave a wicked smile, “This would be poor training if we outnumbered them.”
Sylk gripped the rock she was hiding behind, “This is crazy.”
“This is entertainment,” Merra bent her legs to the sandy ocean floor, “Every bone ship has a heart. We are to free the prisoners and destroy that heart. Once it is destroyed, the ship will not be able to regenerate. Stay close and don’t get killed.”
The bone ship moved overhead, oval eyes looking over the railing as if expecting an attack. Merra launched herself up, bubbles trailing behind; she sang her shield song with the power of a Valkyrie. Spears rained down, bouncing off her shield but the green siren did not let up. Sirens and mermaids launched up from all sides. Sylk pressed to the sandy bottom and used all her power to torpedo up into the fray.
The attack turned into a maelstrom of chaos. Scylla clashed with siren and mermaid. Spears were thrown, bouncing off shields while mermaids slammed into tentacle women with unrestrained force. Merra swam with determination in her oval eyes. Dropping her shield song, she lanced forward with a controlled sonic scream. A Scylla was struck dead on, eyes shutting from the blow and hitting the deck. She moaned as her body floated. Sylk appeared over the railing, her scream joining several others. Some of the enemy dodged the streams of screams while others formed water shields on their arms to deflect them. A volley of spears streamed past, one nicking a mermaid tail. The blue siren kicked with her legs, propelling herself at one Scylla. Tentacles rose up to grab the siren. When they were inches away, Sylk screamed. The vibrations knocked the Scylla soldier away, a dazed and confused look in her eye.
