Page 26 of Lured By the Siren

Dru was dead, and I am now the heir to our father’s province and shipping company. Another weight suddenly settles on my shoulders, the weight of responsibility. A burden I never wanted, a duty that I can’t say no to.

I look up to Evie again and see concern etched across her features. She has been watching me. I can only imagine the mosaic of emotions that just crossed over my face. Sending her a weak smile, letting her know that I’m alright, her body relaxes, but then the sirens begin to sing.

I quickly look back at the line of men beside me, shifting my gaze to each of their faces a second time, when a sixteenth man runs up and squeezes in beside me. Stumbling sideways, I blink several times, looking at the man’s hand, recognizing the signet ring on his finger. The ring is one I know well, an anchor with two swords marked in an ‘X’ over top. It’s my family crest. I want to look up at the man’s face, certain that I will see my brother’s hazel eyes staring back at me, but I’m stuck, frozen by the most enchanting sound. All thought leaves me, and I turn my gaze back to the sirens, to Evie and her sirens’ song, drawn to its beauty like a fish to a hook.

The sound is unlike anything I’ve ever heard—almost otherworldly.

It’s like the chime of a hundred bells ringing in perfect harmony, combined with the distant echo of an immense waterfall. Their song weaves through the air like a tangible thing, shimmering and wrapping its threads around all of the men, including myself. I feel my entire body relax into the sound as I watch them hold a large vase up into the sky, continuing their song.

One of the sirens places several beautiful pink flower petals into the vase while another adds a vial of some kind of herb. They continue their song, and I feel my mind growing hazy, my eyes growing heavy with the peacefulness the otherworldly sound imposes upon me. It’s beautiful, they are beautiful.

I think back vaguely to the stories I was told as a child about the lure of the siren's song. Those stories never ended well, and the rational part of my brain yells at me to look away from them,to cover my ears from their song. Instead of doing either of those things, my body moves of its own accord. I take a step forward and then another, I can hear the other men doing the same until my feet meet the cool lick of water, and I stand only a step away from Evie, my Dahlia.

My eyes widen as I see her skin begin to glow, lavender and green light shining around her like an aura, her purple eyes glimmering in the sunlight. I am mesmerized by her, unable to look away.

Abruptly, the sirens stop their song, and I am handed a cup of pink liquid that glows just as Evelyn’s skin did. Taking it, I drink without question, letting the sweet taste of the brew bloom on my tongue.

It is extraordinary, like the sweet richness of honied coconut mixed with so many vibrant fruits, creating a symphony of flavor on my tongue. I taste ripe berries, crisp apples, and other tropical fruits I don’t think I’ve ever had before. It’s warm as it travels down my throat, and I can feel it as it moves into my stomach, spreading a comforting warmth through me that makes me moan with delight. Leaving a tantalizing tingling sensation in my chest, the strange drink begins to make my head feel woozy. A thick fog seems to shroud my mind, leaving me disoriented. I blink, struggling to clear the haze and remember why I am here and what I was doing before this moment.

“What was that?” I hear myself ask, but it sounds as if my voice is far away.

“The siren’s Elixir,” Evelyn says, her voice still sounding like the song I heard her sing only moments ago.

I look past her, my eyes sweeping over the vast expanse of the sea, and I can’t help but gasp at the astonishing vibrancy of the colors before me. The ocean scratches out like a brilliant tapestry, revealing every hue of blue imaginable, from the deepest indigo to the clearest cerulean. I can even see the coralreefs dazzling beneath the shimmering waves, their intricate patterns and vivid colors creating a masterpiece that captivates my senses.

“Do you like it?” Evie says and I nod, looking back down at her. For the first time, I realize that her skin is not two colors, but many, a hundred different shades of colors, some that I have never even seen before. They meld together, shifting and growing more vibrant the more I look. And there is an aura of bright yellow and orange that surrounds her like a sun. She is glowing before me.

“You are stunning,” I breathe. “How is this possible? I can see everything so clearly now.”

“It’s the Elder flower.” She grabs my hands and pulls me through the water toward the forest we came through yesterday. “It’s incredible. You have to see it. It will make every flower you’ve seen look dull in comparison.”

My mind is a blur, keeping me from coherent thought, and I feel like I can’t trust my own lips to move and say words correctly, so I simply nod and follow her to the edge of the trees.

“How are you feeling?” She asks with a knowing giggle.

“Like I’m seeing the world fully for the first time,” I say. “And I want to know if that sweet pussy tastes even more magical than the siren’s Elixir.”

Blushing, she smacks my arm, and I pull her in my arms as she stares into my eyes. She’s stunning, I can’t seem to get enough, and neither can my cock. It’s growing hardness is distracting me from the task at hand. I kiss her gingerly on the nose and mentally scold myself for allowing such boy natures to take control.

“You’re a goddess, and I can’t wait to have my way with you again. When can I do that?” I joke.

“Soon, sailor, soon, but first we have to go mingle with the others. Plus, you need to eat. It’s been days since you’ve had a proper meal.”

“Oh I don’t know about that, I think I feasted plenty over the last few days,” I whisper into her ear and lightly nip her lobe, my dick surges as she presses herself further into me. She tilts her head to the side, allowing me full access to her neck, where I kiss and nip down to her collarbone. I resist the urge to pull down her top and capture one of her supple nipples between my teeth.

A quiet gasp escapes her lips as I let my hands roam up her sides, squeezing her full, rounded backside.

“Kai, we have to go,” she says in a breathy whisper. “You have to meet Yvette and the others.”

Reluctantly, I pull away and take one final moment to admire her beauty, the faint glow still emitting off of her and the slight lavender hue to her cheeks that I’ve come to realize is her blushing.

I take her hand, and she leads the way back to the party. Sweaty bodies writhe around us as more of the siren’s Elixir is passed between the men of the village.

“Evelyn,” a voice calls from behind us, and we both turn. It’s the Elder I met earlier, the one with the red hair and the scales that shift from silver to gold. Her hair is no longer coiled atop her head, but flowing long down her back. She still wears no clothes and I find myself wondering if she ever does.

She is quite stunning, but her beauty feels off. I can’t figure out why, but there is an eerie feeling that rushes through me at her closeness. Unlike the other siren’s who glow with vivid colors under the spell of the Elixir, this woman has none. There is a blackness surrounding her, like an inky poison that has taken over her aura. I frown, taking Evie’s hand and pulling her away from the Elder siren.

“Yvette,” Evie says. “What a beautiful cleansing you performed, per usual.”

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