FF Dionysia Devereaux - Seducing the Siren

Mereiste knows something's wrong when the crewmen on her ship seem to be bewitched by a song over the wind. When the ship crashes, she's sure she's dead in the water.

Then she's rescued, by two strange and beautiful creatures. The sirens of legend. Mereiste feels an attraction to these beings like nothing she'd felt for any woman at home...but will the two sirens reciprocate?


*Seducing the Siren* is a ~5600 word short story. It includes tentacle sex and a lesbian threesome. No non-con; possibly some soft dub-con.



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A light breeze blew over the sun-baked rocks of their island, ruffling locks of hair matted with drying sea water.

"Bored."

Leucosia stretched across the rocks, arching her neck to look at her sister. "We could lure a ship." Her voice was slippery and deep compared to the bird-like chirps of Raidne.

Raidne cocked her head to one side. "Not hungry. Bored."

Leucosia shrugged, rolled over onto her stomach. Her breasts pressed against the sun-warmed rock and she smiled at the mix of pleasure and pain. Dark brown eyes scanned the ocean as her lower half fidgeted against the rocks, the tips of her extremities just dangling in the seawater.

Their island was tiny compared to where the rest of their sisters lived. Behind the hot rocks the sisters rested on rose small cliffs; beyond that, a meadow, with a small stream of fresh water. Not that they needed it. Leucosia had never spent much time up there, but occasionally Raidne spread her wings and flew up, catching some small furred animal to supplement their regular diet. Leucosia was not a hunter. She was a fisher; she supplied them with trout, sometimes a shark if it was small.

There was a click of claws against rock as Raidne resettled herself, crouching down and wrapping her wings around her naked body. Her eyes squinted as she gazed in the same direction Leucosia did.

"Ship." Despite Raidne's apparent boredom, she sounded happy at the sight of their next meal.

Leucosia smiled, seeing the vessel in the distance. It was close enough.

She placed her palms flat on the rock and straightened her arms, stretching up. The notes of song unfurled from where they stayed buried, deep in her core, and as she straightened her torso the song flew up through her body and out her throat, carrying across the winds to the ship. Raidne joined, and soon a song of unsurpassable beauty and sadness was weaving itself through the air, searching for the hearts of men to entangle.



Mereiste did not hear the song right away. She worked alongside the men as they succumbed, one by one. She was comfortable now that no one had discovered her secret during her several weeks aboard the ship. A waifish figure was, suddenly, an asset to her, as it had never been before.

The Lalus was a fishing ship, out trawling the deeps for more sea life to take back to the cities that dotted the archipelago. They were not allied to any one nation and did not care that Mereiste was from Selssi. Still. She did not feel safe being a woman, and so when her crewmate Terod got a strange look on his face and wandered off, it was not Mereiste that called after him, but Mel.

Terod stood at the rail, the upper half of his body straining over the wood, towards the ocean, his face relaxed as if he slept and wandered in pleasant dreams. He was the first.

"Hey, man. You're not done with the rope." She gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

"Do you hear it?" he whispered, giving no indication he'd actually heard her. "The singing?"

Mereiste listened. She heard waves and wind and the aching groans of the wood of the ship. Nothing more.

"C'mon," she said, trying to get him back to work. It was useless. Terod was mesmerized by a song only he could hear.

The captain was not pleased when she got him; not that she wished to rat on her crewmate, but she couldn't finish the job herself and Terod was being foolish. Or ill; either way it needed to be dealt with.

As the captain approached the sailor, barking at him to get back to work, the change came over their leader, too. He leaned against the rail, a smile on his face, then yelled to the rest of the men to change course.

Other sailors approached, confusion on their faces. Mereiste almost stopped them, sure that whatever spell had come over the captain and Terod was at the rail -- but it had already spread. More wistful smiles and dreamy looks, and then they were changing course, heading due east.

Mereiste had no idea what was happening. What song? Why were they going east? What were they doing? She ran to the bow, trying to see where they were heading.

Then the sound reached her -- a song carried over the wind. Beautiful, sure, but not enough to change course! They headed towards a small, rocky island, with jagged rocks jutting out into the sea around it.

If they got much closer, the ship would rend itself upon the rocks and they would drown.

She ran back to where the captain stood. "Sir, there are rocks up ahead. We need to change course." No reaction. Mereiste grabbed his arm, shook it, trying to get something -- anything -- out of him.

He pushed her away, muttering. "Disturbing the song, boy. Just relax. Everything is fine. The gods smile upon us." He smiled and looked at her for just a moment, and then she lost him again.

What upon the blue sea was going on?

The rocks grew closer. Mereiste screamed at the men to snap out of it, to change course already. To no avail -- they were somnambulists, acting as if another being pulled their strings. A last ditch effort, she pulled away the helmsman and grabbed the wheel herself. He recovered, and threw her away, hard. She slid across the deck and landed against the rail, her arm thrusting itself between bars, dangling above the ocean below.

She crawled back to her feet and faced fore, the better to see their doom come inexorably closer. There was a crunch sound as the ship landed on the rocks, ripping its woody flesh on the jagged teeth the sea flung up, and the shudder vibrated through her body before she and the other men were pitched forward with the force of the impact. She landed on the lower deck, hitting her head hard against the wood. Mereiste tried to rise dizzily, slipping in the water the Lalus was swiftly taking on. The ship shuddered again and she fell, hitting her head again. This time she did not rise; with a sigh she gave into darkness.



Leucosia watched her sister clap hands in impish glee as the ship rammed itself into their island, smiled with delight as men spilled out of it into the ocean. She would have laughed in joy herself but she still sang, and would continue to until the men were all dead.

Fear made the meat taste bad.

She slipped into the ocean and swam towards the nearest man. Raidne flew up above, choosing her first victim.

The sailor smiled, tears of joy running down his face as she approached him. She kept singing as he swam into her embrace. Checking to see Raidne continued to sing, Leucosia drove her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, injecting her venom. There was always a short moment, when the pain of the bite first happened, when instinct overrode the effects of their song. He struggled in her grasp once, briefly, and then sighed with pleasure and melted against her as the venom worked its magic. Leucosia smiled and enjoyed her meal.

When she finished it was her turn to sing while her sister ate; and so on they went, choosing only the most delicious looking sailors to enjoy. The rest would drown, or be eaten by other denizens of the ocean.

As she finished her last sailor a yell from Raidne caught her attention. Leucosia swam over to the ship, above which her sister circled in the air.

Another man, unconscious, half on the deck, half in the water.

She supposed she was still hungry. Leucosia swam closer.

No, her senses alerted her as she drew near. Not a man. What was it? It was not any creature she nor her sister had ever encountered before. It was new. Interesting.

A possible cure to their boredom?

Leucosia wrapped her arms around the creature and hoisted it up and over her shoulder before swimming back to the island she shared with her sister.

Raidne had already alighted on the rocks by the time Leucosia dragged her prize up and out of the water. The two sisters rested on either side of the creature, cocking their heads this way and that as they tried to identify it.

Leucosia used one of her long lower extremities to poke at it. It made interesting sounds -- almost like the lower notes of a song. She poked it again, and the sounds increased in volume. Then the creature began to cough up water, and then its eyes opened and it was looking at the sisters with the same wonder and confusion they felt.



Mereiste came to to the sensation of hot, flat rocks under her back and water in her throat. Had the ship thrown her in its crash? Had she landed on the rocks they'd been wrecked upon? She coughed violently, trying to clear the taste of brine from her mouth, and opened her eyes to figure out where she was.

Looking down at her were the two strangest looking women Mereiste had ever seen.

Both had long, matted hair, the multi-faceted hues of seaweed, with shells and starfish and small crabs tangled in their tresses. That was where similarity ended. One woman was birdlike, with feathery down on her neck, stretching down to cover the top of her bare breasts. She had wings sprouting from her shoulders; these wrapped themselves around her as she crouched by Mereiste's side. Legs ended in claws like a bird's, digging into the rocks to keep her purchase. Mereiste couldn't see if the bird-woman had arms or not.

The other woman was human from the waist up, as naked as her companion. Below her bellybutton, human flesh gave way to something slick and shiny that ended in eight long tentacles instead of legs. One bird-woman, one octopus-woman.

Mereiste had never seen sirens before, but she'd heard the legends. Half-woman, half-something else; they were daughters of the god of the primordial depths of the sea. Their song would enchant you, and lead you to your death.

Then why hadn't the song worked on her? And why did she feel absolutely no fear?

She scooted back on the rock and sat up. Her clothing was ripped and torn and she was still soaked in sea-water. The ship listed in the water in front of her, sinking slowly after its untimely meeting with the rocks. She didn't see any of the men.

"What are you?"

One of the women -- the half-octopus one -- spoke, and Mereiste jumped a bit. She hadn't expected them to speak her language, but then perhaps she was dreaming.

"I'm a human."

A sound like a laugh escaped the bird-woman; it was scratchy, an inhuman screech. "No man."

Mereiste shook her head. "I'm not a man. I'm a human woman."

The sirens exchanged glances, looking confused. It occurred to Mereiste that they were, possibly, the most beautiful women she'd ever seen. And she'd spent a lot of time looking at beautiful women.

A long tentacle idly flung itself across Mereiste's bare leg. The sensation was oddly pleasant. Two sets of eyes turned to regard the sailor again, and the octopus-woman spoke once more. "We've never encountered...women, before."

Mereiste shrugged. "Women aren't often sailors. We're similar to human men, I suppose, in general shape. But I think I have more in common with you two than the men I sailed with."

Two heads cocked on their sides, query on their faces. Mereiste almost laughed, then remembered in her clothes she looked more like a man than a woman. She took of her shirt, saying "See? There's one similarity, at least." The sun was warm on her breasts and she leaned back on her hands, trying to soak up as much heat as possible. "I'm Mereiste, by the way."

The sirens still looked some combination of amazed and confused, but they introduced themselves: the octopus woman was Leucosia, and the bird woman was Raidne.

There was a clicking on the rocks as Raidne shuffled closer to Mereiste. "You sing?" She seemed to chirp instead of speak.

Mereiste didn't know how to answer the question. Singing was not a suitable profession for respectable women at home. She'd avoided making any sort of singing sounds. "I suppose I could?"

"You made sounds before that could have been like a song. Not like ours. But close." Leucosia had leaned onto her side, next to Mereiste, and now she seemed to be studying each of their torsos in turn, as if she were cataloguing their similarities and differences. Mereiste found it...oddly charming.

"You can touch, if you want. I'm new and interesting to you. You should explore." She didn't say out loud how much she wanted Leucosia to touch her. She felt a deep, pulsing attraction in her core to these women, like nothing she'd ever felt for the women at home. That was partly why she left. That, and the expectation that she marry a man. She took a job on a ship as a means of escape -- hoping to find any other land where she could love, or at least lust after, whom she wished.

Maybe she'd found it here.

Leucosia didn't hesitate at Mereiste's words; there was no wilting shyness in her like in the women at home. She trailed her fingers across Mereiste's breasts, feeling the flesh gently, then cupped them in turn, squeezing each, rolling thumb and forefinger across the nipples. It was not an act borne out of passion, but curiosity -- and it still had Mereiste curling her toes and biting her lip, holding a moan back in her throat.

She looked to her right, at Raidne. "You should explore, too," she said, her breath coming short.

Raidne flapped her wings once, and now Mereiste saw the bird-like siren did have human arms. These she stretched forward and used to tug off Mereiste's pants; soon the former sailor was completely naked, her body being exquisitely tormented and teased by the curious explorations of the two sirens.

Raidne started at Mereiste's feet, stroking the sailor's legs with her hands as she muttered about what was different and what was the same in her avian voice. Mereiste adjusted, spreading her legs to give Raidne better access. The siren moved up, running fingers lightly over Mereiste's skin. Mereiste resisted pressing her body firmly up against the siren's. Anticipation was better.

Leucosia had moved herself behind Mereiste and now her hands explored more than just the sailor's breasts. Hands brushed loose hair over her neck, onto her back, stroked the flesh from her shoulders down to her buttocks. A tentacle snaked its way up Mereiste's stomach and then curled itself around her breast, squeezing, a bit tighter than before. The tip of the tentacle played with her nipple, and Mereiste couldn't resist anymore. She moaned, loud and deep.

Raidne looked up in surprise from where her hands had almost reached the dark pubic triangle between Mereiste's legs, and the bird-like woman clapped her hands in delight. "You sing!"

Leucosia had stopped her ministrations at the sound Mereiste made; now her tentacle unwrapped itself from Mereiste's breast and snaked further up, gently stroking her cheek, running its tip over her lips, down over her chin, across her throat. "Will you sing some more for us?" Leucosia whispered in Mereiste's ear, and the sailor smiled.

So that was what they meant by singing? Well, she could certainly do more of that.

"Yes, I will. But I need your help to make those sounds again."

Leucosia and Raidne nodded, eagerly, saying they'd do anything. Mereiste kept smiling as she explained in explicit detail what she wanted the sirens to do to her, and what she wanted