Beautiful Hunger

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 smell of death lingered, but I paid it no mind as I followed her music to the break of the shore. Her airy voice floated on, beckoning me further. The frothy white waves stirred and crashed, erupting into plums of mist against corals and rocks. The tide advanced, eager to lay claim to the beach, for by the call of the moon it was rightfully hers. Cool spray took me like the spittle of a great beast preparing to taste its prey. Coaxing, as intoxicating venom administered to lure me into her trap, her song carried me forward… 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 patience no terrestrial mind could ever understand—she was waiting, and she savored that. But for what, I did not know. The moon swelled over me, like wanting pupils, it's rays reflecting off the placid sea, shimmering as to eclipse the heavenly bodies in the sky. 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 found 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 green ribbons caught in a vortex 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 darting into 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 want 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 wanted it. My muscles turned to rubber, and my ribs shattered, yet still I begged her to take me. I was hers, she knew well as she opened her mouth to feed. Her jaw seemed to detach and grow. Her teeth were all at once spears and daggers sinking into my flesh. Drowning in my own hot blood, I bathed in her saliva, and came to be one with this beautiful monster. Piece by piece I filled her belly, dissolved in her acids, nourished her fibers, and fed her cells, giving her all the power that was in me.   

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. Soon he will join us.