Siren's Song 11/20
For some reason my spell check is no longer accepting merman and want's to change it to mermaid. My mouse is super sucky on my laptop so if I accedently hit change instead of ignore you might see Seven referred to in the wrong gender. Please let me know if you see any. Also it might be a week or more until I can get the next part out.
Lars slumped down against the rock outside the cave. He was loosing himself and he didn't know how to get himself back. First he had gone completely mad when the merman didn't return right away. The fear of being abandoned in a strange place.....it was strange he had spent so much of his life locked away alone in the Captain's cabin. But here alone on what had to be some kind of island free to do whatever he wanted go anywhere he could......scared him.
Then the merman had brought back seaweed. At first he wanted nothing but to spit it out and kick dirt on it. But one look at those eyes....so hurt....so scared. He couldn't help thinking of the times the Captain's meal hadn't been to his liking and the beatings that followed. He thought of all the times he had stood there afraid of what the Captain's reaction might be. There was no way he wanted to be responsible for those fears in the merman. So he had feigned the need to pray before eating and choked down what had to be the worst tasting thing he had ever eaten.
Lars had thought it was over then. Once they had both eaten they could talk about what they were going to do now. Maybe find out what the merman's name was. Instead he saw the poor man looking back and forth between his cock and his wrist. It was so familiar it hurt. Lars had often kept an eye on the Captain's state of arousal wondering when or if he was going shove his cock into Lars mouth or ass. The looks to the wrist made it clear too what the merman was thinking. Would Lars use pain to force him to submit? It made Lars sick that someone would think that of him. And yet the thought had crossed his mind. Watching the merman look at him his lips parted just a tiny bit. Lars had wanted nothing more then to have those lips on his cock and he had to fight to keep his cock from becoming fully hard and scaring the poor merman.
It had never been this much of a struggle to keep himself soft. Usually just the memory of what the Captain had done to him that one time was enough. But now no matter how he tried to bring up that memory all he could think about was the merman and his breathtaking eyes. Apparently that image gave his cock a fighting chance and now that he was away from the temptation he gave up the fight. He let his mind wonder through all the possibilities he was only sorry the merman had no ass. And when his cock finally found release it was as if it had been waiting for years. There was no holding on Lars blacked out from pure pleasure.
When Lars woke it had to have been hours later. His whole body burned and looking down at himself he noticed his skin was a bright shade of pink. Great he had let the sun burn him. He would need to get some clothing. Getting up he walked back into the grotto.
The merman was sleeping half in the water half in the sand. He was still as beautiful as when Lars first saw him. Actually the thought that the beautiful creature was there to do whatever Lars wanted him to made him even more attractive. Lars shook his head hoping the thoughts would fly out of his ears but it didn't. He could feel his cock starting to grow again as he stared at the sleeping beauty.
Had the Captain been right? Is this what he had felt looking at Lars? Was it really that he couldn't help it? It made a lot more sense if Lars was as beautiful to the Captain as the merman was to him. However Lars couldn't help the way he looked and neither did the merman.
And I'm going to prove to be a better man then Captain Abrams. Lars thought to himself. No matter what I will not force myself on him or take advantage of him. But would it be wrong to use the merman as a slave? That was clearly what the creature wanted since it had made the magical agreement. Now that he thought about it the merman had bound them without his permission. Having the merman as his slave was the least he deserved for being bonded magically without his knowledge.
Leaning down he gently shook the merman's shoulder. Immediately the seductive blue/green eyes opened and then went wide. It was look of shock and Lars thought maybe a little fear. He felt a bit guilty since he had contributed to the merman's fear.
“Master your skin changed color! I didn't know humans could do that.” the merman sounded amazed. So perhaps there was no fear.
“I fell asleep and got burned.” Lars shrugged. “Which is why I woke you up. I need clothes. I can't keep going around naked.”
“You are burned?” The merman was stunned again. “Did you sleep in the fire?”
“No not that kind of burned, sun burned. If my skin is exposed to the sun for a long period of time my skin burns. It gets darker and darker red until it starts to blister. It's extremely painful at that point and so I would really like to get something to cover me up, understand?” Lars found he enjoyed knowing something someone else didn't. He had always been so naive or uneducated on the ship unless someone took the time to teach him things.
“Would you like me to heal your skin, master?” The merman asked.
“You can do that with your magic?” Lars asked the feeling of being superior left as quickly it came.
“Yes, master.” The merman answered.
“Wow what else can you do?' Lars asked.
“I can control the water around me. I can change the tides and the temperature of the water. I can summon sea animals to me. And I can....well that is actually all I can do.” The merman answered.
“So you can't make things like clothes appear out of thin air?” Lars asked.
“No, master I'm sorry.” the mermaid answered.
“What do I have to do so you can heal me?” Lars asked.
“Just let me touch you, master.” The merman answered.
Lars held out his arm and merman placed his hand on it. He felt a shock of pleasure run through his arm at the touch and then a cold feeling followed covering his whole body. When the cold feeling left him he noticed the pain of the burn was gone as was the bright pink color of his skin.
“That amazing!” Lars exclaimed.
“Thank you, master.” The merman blushed as he spoke and Lars felt his cock come alive again.
“Now if you can't make clothing appear do you have any ideas how I might get some?” Lars thought it was worth asking.
“I could search sunken ships for clothing....but....”
“But what?” Lars asked.
“I would have to leave you here and I might be gone a long time, master.” the merman glanced nervously at Lars wrist.
“No absolutely not!” Lars exclaimed. The thought of being alone made his heart race with fear and it was harder to breathe. “You can't leave me!” Lars begged.
“I won't master.” the merman swore and with that promise Lars started to relax. He slumped down in the sand with a heavy sigh and wondered what he was going to do.
“There is another option......master.” the merman spoke very softly.
“What is that?” Lars head snapped up.
“There is a place I know of that has human clothes but it is a very long swim from here.” the mermaid answered.
“You promised not to leave me.” Lars was surprised to hear his voice growl out the words.
“Yes, master.” the mermaid's voice started to shake. “But....you could come with me.”
Perched on the merman's back racing through the water was the most exhilarating experience Lars had ever had. He was certain the merman could swim faster the The Black Lily with full sails. Lars had his legs wrapped around the merman's waist and was sitting up on the merman's back. He leaned forward just a little with his hands on the merman's shoulders.
They swam for a very long time with having the sun about ready to start it's descent by the time they reached a new island. The merman swam them up into a tunnel that led into a giant cave. At the end of the tunnel was a small bank with the very large entrance to what had to be a much larger cave. The merman swam up the shore As the merman reached the shallows Lars slid off his back and walked up the bank.
“I can't go any further, master but just past that entrance is the cave of a friend of mine. She keeps a hoard of stuff. I'm sure she has human clothes in there.” The merman spoke. Then he raised his voice and sang out the word. “Azada.”
At first Lars spun his his head to look back at the merman. It was the same voice he had heard on board the ship. The one the old sailor claimed was a siren. He didn't have time to ponder that as he heard a rumbling from the cave entrance. Turning back around he found himself face to face with the giant head of a silver dragon. When it opened it's mouth and gave a loud roar Lars was conscious of wetting himself before his world went black.
A/N: I did not intend this to be a cliffhanger however Lars is going to be unconscious for the next bit so I need to change to Seven's POV
Lars slumped down against the rock outside the cave. He was loosing himself and he didn't know how to get himself back. First he had gone completely mad when the merman didn't return right away. The fear of being abandoned in a strange place.....it was strange he had spent so much of his life locked away alone in the Captain's cabin. But here alone on what had to be some kind of island free to do whatever he wanted go anywhere he could......scared him.
Then the merman had brought back seaweed. At first he wanted nothing but to spit it out and kick dirt on it. But one look at those eyes....so hurt....so scared. He couldn't help thinking of the times the Captain's meal hadn't been to his liking and the beatings that followed. He thought of all the times he had stood there afraid of what the Captain's reaction might be. There was no way he wanted to be responsible for those fears in the merman. So he had feigned the need to pray before eating and choked down what had to be the worst tasting thing he had ever eaten.
Lars had thought it was over then. Once they had both eaten they could talk about what they were going to do now. Maybe find out what the merman's name was. Instead he saw the poor man looking back and forth between his cock and his wrist. It was so familiar it hurt. Lars had often kept an eye on the Captain's state of arousal wondering when or if he was going shove his cock into Lars mouth or ass. The looks to the wrist made it clear too what the merman was thinking. Would Lars use pain to force him to submit? It made Lars sick that someone would think that of him. And yet the thought had crossed his mind. Watching the merman look at him his lips parted just a tiny bit. Lars had wanted nothing more then to have those lips on his cock and he had to fight to keep his cock from becoming fully hard and scaring the poor merman.
It had never been this much of a struggle to keep himself soft. Usually just the memory of what the Captain had done to him that one time was enough. But now no matter how he tried to bring up that memory all he could think about was the merman and his breathtaking eyes. Apparently that image gave his cock a fighting chance and now that he was away from the temptation he gave up the fight. He let his mind wonder through all the possibilities he was only sorry the merman had no ass. And when his cock finally found release it was as if it had been waiting for years. There was no holding on Lars blacked out from pure pleasure.
When Lars woke it had to have been hours later. His whole body burned and looking down at himself he noticed his skin was a bright shade of pink. Great he had let the sun burn him. He would need to get some clothing. Getting up he walked back into the grotto.
The merman was sleeping half in the water half in the sand. He was still as beautiful as when Lars first saw him. Actually the thought that the beautiful creature was there to do whatever Lars wanted him to made him even more attractive. Lars shook his head hoping the thoughts would fly out of his ears but it didn't. He could feel his cock starting to grow again as he stared at the sleeping beauty.
Had the Captain been right? Is this what he had felt looking at Lars? Was it really that he couldn't help it? It made a lot more sense if Lars was as beautiful to the Captain as the merman was to him. However Lars couldn't help the way he looked and neither did the merman.
And I'm going to prove to be a better man then Captain Abrams. Lars thought to himself. No matter what I will not force myself on him or take advantage of him. But would it be wrong to use the merman as a slave? That was clearly what the creature wanted since it had made the magical agreement. Now that he thought about it the merman had bound them without his permission. Having the merman as his slave was the least he deserved for being bonded magically without his knowledge.
Leaning down he gently shook the merman's shoulder. Immediately the seductive blue/green eyes opened and then went wide. It was look of shock and Lars thought maybe a little fear. He felt a bit guilty since he had contributed to the merman's fear.
“Master your skin changed color! I didn't know humans could do that.” the merman sounded amazed. So perhaps there was no fear.
“I fell asleep and got burned.” Lars shrugged. “Which is why I woke you up. I need clothes. I can't keep going around naked.”
“You are burned?” The merman was stunned again. “Did you sleep in the fire?”
“No not that kind of burned, sun burned. If my skin is exposed to the sun for a long period of time my skin burns. It gets darker and darker red until it starts to blister. It's extremely painful at that point and so I would really like to get something to cover me up, understand?” Lars found he enjoyed knowing something someone else didn't. He had always been so naive or uneducated on the ship unless someone took the time to teach him things.
“Would you like me to heal your skin, master?” The merman asked.
“You can do that with your magic?” Lars asked the feeling of being superior left as quickly it came.
“Yes, master.” The merman answered.
“Wow what else can you do?' Lars asked.
“I can control the water around me. I can change the tides and the temperature of the water. I can summon sea animals to me. And I can....well that is actually all I can do.” The merman answered.
“So you can't make things like clothes appear out of thin air?” Lars asked.
“No, master I'm sorry.” the mermaid answered.
“What do I have to do so you can heal me?” Lars asked.
“Just let me touch you, master.” The merman answered.
Lars held out his arm and merman placed his hand on it. He felt a shock of pleasure run through his arm at the touch and then a cold feeling followed covering his whole body. When the cold feeling left him he noticed the pain of the burn was gone as was the bright pink color of his skin.
“That amazing!” Lars exclaimed.
“Thank you, master.” The merman blushed as he spoke and Lars felt his cock come alive again.
“Now if you can't make clothing appear do you have any ideas how I might get some?” Lars thought it was worth asking.
“I could search sunken ships for clothing....but....”
“But what?” Lars asked.
“I would have to leave you here and I might be gone a long time, master.” the merman glanced nervously at Lars wrist.
“No absolutely not!” Lars exclaimed. The thought of being alone made his heart race with fear and it was harder to breathe. “You can't leave me!” Lars begged.
“I won't master.” the merman swore and with that promise Lars started to relax. He slumped down in the sand with a heavy sigh and wondered what he was going to do.
“There is another option......master.” the merman spoke very softly.
“What is that?” Lars head snapped up.
“There is a place I know of that has human clothes but it is a very long swim from here.” the mermaid answered.
“You promised not to leave me.” Lars was surprised to hear his voice growl out the words.
“Yes, master.” the mermaid's voice started to shake. “But....you could come with me.”
Perched on the merman's back racing through the water was the most exhilarating experience Lars had ever had. He was certain the merman could swim faster the The Black Lily with full sails. Lars had his legs wrapped around the merman's waist and was sitting up on the merman's back. He leaned forward just a little with his hands on the merman's shoulders.
They swam for a very long time with having the sun about ready to start it's descent by the time they reached a new island. The merman swam them up into a tunnel that led into a giant cave. At the end of the tunnel was a small bank with the very large entrance to what had to be a much larger cave. The merman swam up the shore As the merman reached the shallows Lars slid off his back and walked up the bank.
“I can't go any further, master but just past that entrance is the cave of a friend of mine. She keeps a hoard of stuff. I'm sure she has human clothes in there.” The merman spoke. Then he raised his voice and sang out the word. “Azada.”
At first Lars spun his his head to look back at the merman. It was the same voice he had heard on board the ship. The one the old sailor claimed was a siren. He didn't have time to ponder that as he heard a rumbling from the cave entrance. Turning back around he found himself face to face with the giant head of a silver dragon. When it opened it's mouth and gave a loud roar Lars was conscious of wetting himself before his world went black.
A/N: I did not intend this to be a cliffhanger however Lars is going to be unconscious for the next bit so I need to change to Seven's POV