I
heard her calling so I went.
The
night was peaceful and somnolent, but the wind was pressing hard at my back.
The breeze was cool and soft as a lover's touch, but demanding, hungry, and
cajoling. Like a voice caught in the whistling gales she whispered into my ear.
She told me to go to the sea. Somewhere near, the sent of death lingered, but I
paid no mind as I followed her music to the break of the shore. There her airy
voice floated on, beckoning me further. The frothy white waves stirred and crashed;
eager to lay claim to the beach with its ever-rising tide, for by the call of
the moon it was rightfully hers. A mist of cool spray took me like the spittle
of a great beast preparing to feast upon its prey. Coaxing as intoxicating
venom administered to lure me into her trap, her song carried me forth… her
beautiful song.
Wading
through the icy waters I went deeper, and deeper still. The ocean was alive,
churning and shifting wildly, but I sensed a calmness about her way; she was
patiently waiting. But for what, I did not know. The full moon shined down upon
me, it's rays reflecting off the placid sea, shimmering as to match the heavenly
bodies in the sky above. She guided me on my quest to seek the singer of this bewitching
song at my ear. So beautiful she sang.
Then
there came a darkness so absolute I felt as though I had lost myself in a great
pool of nothingness, an endless abyss. The living body fell suddenly silent,
stagnant in my wake. In the depths I saw a leafy green growth swimming in the
water, as if dancing to the lilt of the mysterious voice that still hung on the
wind. The weeds swayed from side to side, like a submerged willow. Spiraling as
green ribbons caught in a vortex, they turned my way. Suddenly there were eyes
upon me, peering up from the queer shrub. They were luminous, glowing in the
red of love, the crimson of blood. Spellbindingly beautiful as they were, she
caught me in her web.
She
calls me still, and so I go to her. Her osculate lips locked on to mine
longingly. Her full breasts against me, and her lathery tongue working inside
my mouth, I tasted her hunger; I craved her desire. I prayed she would never
let go. To my dismay she does not. She seized me by the neck, and wrests me
from my own will. Though lissome and smooth as silk, her hands were strong, and
so I did not resist, nor did I fancy to. Like a forbidden ecstasy, I willed her
to pull me in and wished I had the strength to free myself from her grasp. The
creature asked me to join her, to descend into her realm. I went, and even as
my lungs heaved and the burn of the salty water filled them with blissful
agony, I never fought her. Oh, so beautiful she was.
Her
sleek scaly body coiled around me and squeezed like a vice, yet still I was
loth to flee. My muscles turned tender, and my ribs cracked, yet still I begged
her to take me. I was hers, she knew well as she opened her mouth to feed.
Drowning in my own hot blood, I bathed in her saliva, and came to be one with
this beautiful monster.
With
the sent of my own flesh upon her breath, I have been transformed into this
magic that was her song. Together we will call on the next to join us, to be
consumed by love, and devoured by the sea. Soon another will follow suit, in
search of the caller of that song so lovely, so beautiful… so hungry.
