Chapter 1
Nerina
I haven't seen a human male in over a decade.
This gorgeous specimen is sitting on a moss-covered tree trunk, dressed like the sailors I used to encounter when humans still dared to venture into siren territory.
I wonder what brings him to this remote island. This is not a place one stumbles upon by accident—he must have been searching for it. If I had known that a night swim would lead me to a human, I would have brought some friends along. But come to think of it, it's better that I'm alone. I get to enjoy him without having to share.
The water lilies growing on the lake's surface are dense enough to conceal my siren form, allowing me to spy on him unnoticed.
The human is hunched over, scraping the sole of his boot with a short, pointy metal tool. Even from a distance, it's easy to see his beauty. His long black hair is tied behind his neck, falling low on his back.
His face exudes a savage appeal, with thick eyebrows set in a stern frown, a sturdy nose, and thin lips that likely don't smile often. Despite his rugged charm, it's the marking on his right forearm that catches my attention.
The mark is a small, spiral-shaped symbol, etched into his skin. It's a deep oceanic blue with a subtle shimmer that catches the moonlight. The spiral starts as a thin line at the center, gradually widening as it curls outward. Surrounding the spiral are small, wave-like lines, giving the impression of ripples in water.
This symbol can only mean one thing: this man has been lured by a siren before. The question is, how did he escape? Our kind doesn't let go of human males easily, especially since they're rarely brave enough to penetrate our territories.
Not this one, apparently. There's a fierce aura emanating from him. I need to see more of his glorious body. I'll have to reveal myself to him.
I could start humming, just before coming into view, but I recall it's more satisfying to toy with humans before they've been lured.
I swim across the lake, making sure the moonlight reflects on my turquoise tail. My silhouette casts an emerald glow underwater, accentuated by the gemstones embedded under my scales. He must have seen me by now. His eyes are probably mesmerized by my splendor. I can't wait to see the look on his face.
When I emerge next to a partially submerged rock, I notice the human is still scraping his boot with that stupid piece of metal. Unless he's blind, there's no way he hasn't noticed me.
Is he... ignoring me?
Who does this human think he is?
If he's already fallen under the spell of sirens before, it might take more than swimming to get a reaction out of him. Fine. You want to play hard to get, mysterious stranger? You're already mine anyway. I'll just indulge in your game because it's more exciting that way.
Kordain
I wonder what she's waiting for before making her move. These creatures are so egocentric that I'm sure she must feel irked that I haven't reacted to her presence. But if my plan is to work, I can't show eagerness too soon. I need to let her believe she has the upper hand—that she's seduced me.
"Do you need help, human?"
There it is, her first move. Her voice is deceptively sweet, like tasteless poison diluted in honey. I decide to keep my gaze lowered for now. The longer I resist looking at her, the more offended she'll be, which works in my favor.
"Does it look like I need help?”
To my surprise, she laughs—a melodious sound unlike anything I've heard before. Another attempt to get me to look at her. Not yet. I keep scraping my boot.
"Maybe not with your footwear, but I can help you with something else."
"Like what?"
"I can tell you how to find the place you're looking for."
Despite myself, my hands freeze, my heartbeat picking up. Is it a bluff? How would she know about my quest? From what I know, sirens can't read minds; they can only manipulate you to a certain point.
Let's not show her that I'm already interested in what she has to offer.
"What if I've already found it?" I ask dismissively.
"You haven't. Or else you wouldn't be here."
She's right about that. After three hundred days sailing the seas of the cursed kingdom of Vermoria, inhabited by the most devious creatures known to mankind, in search of the island where my fiancée was captured by sirens, I've only encountered desolate lands but no trace of my beloved.
I was forced to realize that if I ever want to find that island, only a siren could lead me to it. But these creatures are too smart to be captured unless incapacitated with an enchanted weapon. It took me three months, but I found a witch willing to cast the spell for me for the exorbitant price of three bags of gold coins.
My men and I would have to raid for another year to make that money again, but if it allows me to be reunited with Lyra, the price is nothing.
"What do you want in exchange for that information?" I ask, with a hint of curiosity. If she believes I'm falling for her obvious bait, it will make my task easier.
"Come take a bath with me," she requests suavely.
"Seems too simple."
This time, she lets out a flirty giggle. "Are you scared?"
I hear a splash, and suddenly a scoop of water falls on me. Now is the time to look at her. Slowly, I trail my gaze upward. There she is—a mythical creature out of a man's wildest fantasies.
She sits on a rock in the middle of the lake, leaning on her palms in a relaxed posture. Her white hair seems almost translucent, shining like the moon. The curls fall over her naked breasts—larger than any I've seen on a woman before. Two round, bouncy curves of temptation carefully hidden behind her hair.
My eyes travel downward to the pale skin of her exposed belly, covered in siren markings, then land on her tail. My entire being is shaken at the sight of such a glorious sight. The green and pink hues of her tail sparkle in harmony, creating a hypnotizing effect. She twirls her tail in the water and, with another flick, splashes some water in my direction.
"Are you scared?" she repeats.
There's a hint of mockery and challenge in her voice. That's good. She's enjoying herself, thinking she has the upper hand. Everything is going according to plan.
I finally put my boot down and stand, ready to accept her challenge.
"Do I look like I'm scared?"
She holds out her hand to me, eyes bright with malice.
"Get in the water," she orders. I start walking, but she shakes her head, and I stop. "Not with your clothes on."
She wants a show. The image of Lyra flashes before my eyes. I vowed never to lay with another woman until I find her. I'm not about to break that promise now—not with one of the vile creatures who took her. But if getting naked is the best way to make this siren drop her guard, I'll indulge her.
"As you wish," I answer, then begin removing my clothes.
Nerina
He stands before me gloriously naked. His body is covered in prominent veins, his bulging biceps a delight to the eyes, his firmly toned stomach sculpted so enticingly that it draws attention lower. Warmth spreads through my body when my gaze lands on his imposing cock. It's long and thick—bigger than the fruits we use to pleasure ourselves.
The moment he enters the water, I can better grasp his emotions. So much confined hatred, masked under the guise of indifference. He hates sirens, undoubtedly. They must have taken something precious from him. Or someone. It will be even more satisfying to have sex with him knowing the hatred he harbors for my kind.
When he reaches my rock, I dive into the water, circling around him to get a better look, then emerge behind him, my mouth close to his ear.
"What is your name, human?" My voice is a whisper, and I feel him shudder against me.
"Kordain."
"Don't you want to know mine?"
"Will you tell me if I ask?”
"I might, if you earn it."
I dive again, then emerge in front of him, our bodies closer now, my fingers trailing along his muscles.
"Make yourself useful, Kordain."
I turn around and give him my back. I decide to give no further instructions to see what he will do now that he has permission to touch me.
Moments later, his breath is against my neck, burning my skin, his rough palms covering my breasts, moving in a circular motion. His hands pinch my nipples, making me squirm.
"Just like that?" His question is followed by a rough pull on my nipples that sends a ripple of pleasure through me.
"Yes! Again!"
Underwater, I feel his erection pressing against me. He may hate me all he wants, but his body can't resist me. Before I get carried away, I move out of his reach.
"I want to feel your mouth on me," I say, then dive under the lake and swim away from him. I emerge on two human legs and sit on the same tree trunk where Kordain sat earlier.
I wait for him to join me, but he stares at me, frozen in shock.
"I didn't know sirens could have legs."
"Not all of us do." That's all the information I'm willing to share for now. "Come, human, make me feel alive with your tongue."
Kordain gets out of the lake without further comment. When he kneels before me, I part my legs widely to accommodate his large frame. His face dives in without hesitation, his tongue swiping languidly along my wet slit, then sucking hard on my clit. My guttural moan echoes through the surrounding forest. I grab his ponytail pushing his face impossibly closer.
"Yes! More!"
My thighs tremble, my breath erratic as he continues to lick my cunt, his tongue swirling inside the sensitive flesh of my labia before probing my entrance, thrusting back and forth. I can't tear my eyes away from the sight of this human devouring me like a starved man. The tender flesh of my core pulses against his mouth.
"This feels so good," I whimper, breathless. "You're doing well, human."
I could ride his pretty face all night. His thumb comes up to pinch my clit, and I scream, my head falling back. I'm on the brink of climax, my hips bucking against his face greedily, grinding against his mouth.
"More, please, more!"
I'm teetering on the edge of ecstasy when a sudden sharp pain in my abdomen makes me cry out. I open my eyes in shock to find a weapon buried in my flesh, his firm hand still gripping it. It's the same tool he was using to scrape his boot earlier.
When I look up, Kordain is staring at me with an expression of triumph. I realize, too late, that I underestimated him.
"You're coming back with me on the boat, Siren," he announces, his tone as final as a death sentence.
His cold stare is the last thing I see before darkness engulfs me.
