(repost)
I’m a Siren and I live in the Mediterranean waters off the island of Crete. Many humans doubt my existence, but I don’t mind. In fact I prefer it that way. The less publicity, the better.
I live off human flesh; preferably the male of the species. Oh, I’ve fed off a few females in my time. They have a unique flavor if you know what I mean, especially when it comes to their reproductive organs and that opening for child-bearing. I have even savored the nectar that exudes from that area. But it’s the male I prefer the most.
I always start with that protrusion in the groin area. I get it nice and hard until it stiffens right up. Then I suck until I pull all the life essence out of that fleshy double container. After they drown I start to feed.
Sometimes when I’m starving I’ve been known to start eating while they are still alive. But I prefer my meat on the deceased side. Besides, I love watching them go through the agony of drowning!
I have a net I use to snag my quarry. It’s an old fishing net I confiscated after separating it from its owner… and then eating said owner. It works rather well to ensnare my prey. Once they are caught I can enjoy a tasty protein appetizer as I drain their life essence before I move on to the main course.
Sometimes the meal has come to me compliments of Poseidon. When I am famished He is always gracious enough to cause a storm among the human fishing fleet. I almost always snag some poor soul who is unlucky enough to fall overboard, never to be heard from again.
Other times he sends fair weather, and I am forced to be resourceful. That is when I use my wiles to lure some unsuspecting male out to my domain. Such was the case with my most recent meal, one whom I shall call Damian.
I do not know if Damian was a fisherman; at least I never saw him out on the sea. But one day he came out to swim naked off the waters of Crete. He was a strong swimmer, toned and lean with plenty of muscle.
It was his strong, manly scent that first attracted me. I swam close to observe him, and my appetite was immediately aroused. He did not see me; I was too deep and he was too busy moving through the water to notice.
At first I was mesmerized by his presence, momentarily forgetting my hunger. Before I knew what was happening he was back on shore and my opportunity was lost. I quickly cast an enchantment, hoping it would take and that he would be compelled to return.
The next day he was in the water at the same time. I do not know whether or not it was a result of my spell. But it did not matter; my meal had returned.
I watched him as though enthralled, admiring his form. I especially admired that appendage that protruded out of his groin, and I longed to taste his essence. But again I allowed him to escape.
Had he bewitched me? I cursed myself for my foolishness, vowing to claim him for my own the very next time I saw him.
The next day he returned… and the day after. Strangely I allowed him to escape with his life after each swim. But my appetite for this human never waned. My desire finally reached the point where I could stand it no longer.
That evening I lovingly prepared my net, mending the rips and tatters. I wanted my catch to be special; this Damian deserved my best effort. I was determined to give it my all as he sacrificed himself for me, albeit unknowingly.
That next morning I was most anxious, wondering if he would return. Strangely I was apprehensive. What if he did not come? What if my enchantment over him was broken? Worse, what if he had cast a spell over me that would allow my special meal to slip away forever??
I need not have worried; he appeared at the appointed hour. Damian shed his clothes and entered the sea as per his usual routine. I was filled with a great excitement.
He swam out to me as he always did, appearing not to suspect a thing. Perhaps he was lured by my song in his head; perhaps not. It made no difference. He had arrived; within moments he would be mine.
I was upon him quickly, ensnaring him with my net and dragging him down. He bubbled and struggled as I took him down into the depths. He finally saw me for the very first time, appearing shocked at my presence.
Poseidon kindly gave me light as I took my meal to my feeding ground. That’s when I gave Damian my special gift, one I seldom bestow upon my victims. It was the gift of awareness, the gift of prolonged life.
His appendage was hard, harder than I had ever seen it before. Perhaps it was a result of his fear, or maybe it was due to his breathless agony. Seeing it stiff like that filled me with a great excitement… and a great hunger.
I gave him a few licks, finally tasting the object of my lusts for the very first time. It twitched against my tongue, a delightful response. But I was famished; I could not wait any longer.
I took him into my mouth, savoring the flavor. It was a taste I had not encountered before, pure ambrosia! Perhaps this was Poseidon’s special gift to me, a gift I was determined to enjoy to the full.
I sucked him hungrily as his chest heaved. The gift of life did not spare him the agony of breathlessness, nor did I wish it too. They always taste best when they hang between life and death, their lungs heaving. He was self-aware, yet unable to succumb without my consent.
I licked his tasty appendage, enjoying the way I made it twitch with my tongue. He groaned as his lungs continued to heave. His agony was sweet and I relished the tasty morsel in my mouth.
I took my time working him up into a frenzy and then easing him back down. I made his appendage stiffen and twitch, only to back off and enjoy his agony. I used my mouth and tongue upon the human as only a Siren can, taunting and tantalizing him mercilessly. After all, a meal of this caliber deserved my very best effort!
His lungs continued to heave as painful contractions originated in his stomach. Prolonging his torment was giving his meat a special flavor. Truly I could taste it in his twitching appendage.
He struggled weakly in the net, but he was thoroughly ensnared. Besides, there was nowhere he could go. To leave my presence now meant certain death, not that he would live long at any rate.
I licked and mouthed and swallowed his appendage as the hunger pangs intensified within me. Then I began to suck him with great fervor. He swelled in my mouth and I recognized the moment was at hand.
With an appetite I never realized I had, I took him deep down my throat. His appendage exploded in my mouth, and I hungrily drained his essence. It was warm and creamy, a discharge unlike any I had ever tasted. Poseidon be praised!
He eagerly thrust into my mouth as his weakening body continued to fight the net. It was as though he was forcing himself deep into my oral cavity with each hip thrust, proclaiming his burning desire to impart to me every last drop of his life essence. It was a very intimate moment between the two of us!
When I had sated myself by swallowing every last drop, I climbed aboard, fully impaling myself on his appendage. Then with a simple wave I removed the gift of prolonged life. Damian dutifully started to drown for me, his sacrifice nearing completion.
Oh what a glorious drowning it was!! He bucked wildly underneath me as though I was riding an untamed porpoise! He coughed and glubbed bubbles from a drowning most painful, his appendage violently thrusting deep inside me well beyond his control.
I was overcome by the deep pleasure of the sea, the pleasure of the kill. Poseidon must have been looking upon me favorably that day. Damian bucked underneath me in such an agonizing drowning that his appendage delightfully twitched and spasmed inside me.
Of course there was no more life essence for him to impart to me. I had hungrily taken every last drop. But he still pumped me fervently – involuntarily – as though he had much more to give.
I rode him until he finally stopped struggling, the last of his air streaming out of his mouth in tiny bubbles. His appendage twitched delightfully inside me a few moments more before it began to soften. I felt weak as a youngling, literally glowing in the after pleasure of his great gift to me.
I honored him by offering my thanks to Poseidon for such a wonderful gift. Then I climbed off and began to feed. I’m sure you can guess the very first thing that I bit into…
© 2014, 2015
(written Sep 28 by riwa)
(Pictures are from sexunderwater.com and are used for illustration purposes only.)