Sirens and Sailors
Last of the Sirens
Having reluctantly been taught to become a Siren on the ancient island of Refrainia, virginal, naive Amaranda gets her sexual awakening in the arms of handsome sailor, Eban Gal, whom she saves from drowning. The lovers' attempt to flee the island is thwarted by the Chief Elder, Hermandine, who imprisons Eban and forces Amaranda to seduce the sailors with the other Sirens on Destiny Rock. While Amaranda is attacked, Eban is bewitched and seduced by beautiful Siren, Kalliope.
When Eban and the sailors discover the horrors prevalent on the island, they challenge the Elders to change their laws and lifestyle. A treacherous voyage in search of Poseidon is the only solution, so the couple, along with two sailors, set off. A violent encounter with the Teras, a hideous sea-creature, threatens to end Amaranda's life and destroy their ship, and, with no sign of the Sea-God, all their efforts appear to be in vain...
Genre: Fairy Tales/Myths, Fantasy, Futuristic
Length: 33,267 words
LAST OF THE SIRENS
Sirens and Sailors
Bella Settarra
EROTIC ROMANCE
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LAST OF THE SIRENS
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
LAST OF THE SIRENS
Sirens and Sailors
BELLA SETTARRA
Copyright © 2013
Chapter 1
Bare feet and jagged rocks don’t mix, Amaranda discovered, slipping on blood as she traversed the treacherous causeway to Destiny Rock.
“You shouldn’t be here,” sniped Kalliope, waving her hand mirror toward her dismissively. Amaranda climbed onto one of the smoother slabs of the small island. “Destiny Rock is only for full-fledged Sirens. You’re not twenty-one until next week!” the beautiful Siren continued.
“Tomorrow, actually,” Amaranda replied shakily, “and Pallas has let me out of class because of my sore throat. I was disturbing Sex Education, and she said there was no point in me returning this afternoon, as they will be doing singing lessons. It’s my last day anyway, so I don’t need to be there.”
“Well you can’t stay here,” Kalliope said. “There’s a ship on its way and we can’t have you ruining everything! If the sailors hear you coughing and spluttering they won’t want to come over, will they? Get back to Refrainia!”
Amaranda knew that Kalliope was right, but she wanted to see for herself what she would be expected to do from tomorrow onward. If her cough continued she was not going to be able to join the other Sirens for her trial run, and she was curious, as well as frightened, about what her new position entailed. She sucked on one of the red berries that grew on the island. Its balming properties soothed her throat. She pocketed some for later.
“It’s coming ’round the bend. To your places, girls!” cried Ligia, a beauteous redheaded Siren who was watching the sea from the promontory.
Amaranda made a hasty retreat to the back of Destiny Rock and hid behind one of the taller boulders as the gorgeous girls preened themselves and sat seductively at the front of the island. She wished she were as beautiful as they were. Wiping the blood from her feet with a leaf, she sucked on the red berries and then peeped around the rock.
As usual, there were twelve Sirens on duty today. Three musicians who also joined the three in the chorus—except the one who played the flute—three lead singers and three on harmonies. Their haunting music filled the air like a cloak around the little island, and Amaranda could see the sailors looking their way as their large cargo ship changed course and turned toward Destiny Rock.
“Oh no!”
She put her hand to her mouth in horror as she recalled the jagged rocks that lay beneath the water’s surface surrounding their outer island. The Sirens neared the front of Destiny Rock, beckoning to the men and moving their hips seductively while they sang to them. Ignorant of the impending dangers, and totally ignoring the warnings of their ship’s instruments, the men were leering at them, shouting and whistling, and making lewd gestures with their hands.
“Come on, gorgeous, get over here!”
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nbsp; “Phroarrr. Give me some of that, sexy!”
It was common knowledge that the job of the Sirens on duty was to take the food and goods from passing ships, and sex was involved, but Amaranda, like most of the younger girls, had no idea exactly how this was accomplished.
From her position at the back of the island, she could see a small figure in the crow’s nest, holding onto the mast for dear life as the large ship careened toward the hidden rocks. There was a loud crash as the wooden hull smashed into a jutting shard, and the men screamed as the ship began to sink.
The New World looked like a busy cargo ship and was probably laden with food and fabric from Westland. Earth now had only two continents. The five original ones had converged centuries ago to make two main lands, Eastland and Westland. Each traded with the other for the different foodstuffs and fabrics which could be made from the specific plants available to them. The individual main lands had their own industries and were self-sufficient. The food and materials that were traded between them were purely luxuries, and most sought-after due to the time and effort that it took to transport them. Occasionally fuel-stuffs were traded, but, as Amaranda had learned in school, this was only on the rare occasions when stocks ran low.
The young man in the crow’s nest was thrown into the raging sea like a leaf from a tree as the vessel became a wreck on the submerged rocks. Amaranda could not see him after that, and, with bated breath, hurried toward the front of the island as the Sirens sprung into their well-rehearsed routine. Singing as they went, the girls writhed toward the surviving sailors, who, mesmerized by their beautiful music, hurled themselves onto the rocks, crawling toward them, panting hard.
“Come on, boys. What’re you waiting for?”
Half of the girls, while enticing the men onto the island, made their way to the ship. Clad in their skimpy bikinis, they swam down, started to remove perishable items, and formed a chain to get them onto the rocks. This was how the Sirens managed to stay alive on the island without having to work or cultivate their own food. Any preserved foodstuffs were retrieved after that, and then anything that could be of use, such as items of furniture. Anything regarded as “useless,” but that could be traded, was removed last, provided it was easy to move.
Amaranda swam quickly to the outer rocks, unnoticed in the commotion, and frantically started to search for the young man. She shivered as her little round body bobbed about in the freezing-cold water. Her dark-brown, wavy hair appeared even longer and almost black, as it plastered her face and back in what felt like icicles. Sharp planks from the ship floated toward her, and she felt her legs get ripped to shreds by the jagged rocks hiding just under the water’s surface. Her body started to numb as she spied the man slumped over a drifting trunk. His fair head was partially under water, and he appeared limp and lifeless as she tore at the waves to reach him. With a shivering hand and numb fingers, she found a metal handle on the side of the trunk, and the young girl hauled it clumsily back toward Destiny Rock.
The Sirens’ singing had given way to gasps and groans as she tugged at the young man’s sturdy frame. Her own body was becoming weary as she fought against the tide which threatened to suck him back to sea. She panted as she waited for a break in the waves and then, with a surge of adrenaline she shoved him from the trunk and dragged him to the safety of a warm slab around the side of the island.
“Ugh!” He spluttered and took a few deep breaths but did not open his eyes.
She carefully placed his head sideways on a pillow of ferns, hoping the hot midday sun would dry him while he slept. No one could see the young couple, and if they could, they would not have paid them any heed. Amaranda sneaked a peek around the rocks and was flabbergasted by the scene before her.
Most of the Sirens and some of the men were now naked, as hot, entangled bodies merged with moans and cries of excitement. Kalliope had stripped a middle-aged sailor and was now writhing on top of his body, her pendulous bosom stroking his tanned, hairy chest as their genitals rubbed together during a long, wet, lingering kiss. She tugged at his hair and pulled his head up as her tongue delved provocatively into his willing mouth, and her other hand stroked his throbbing erection. The man suddenly rolled over and took control, rolling her nipples between his callused fingers and thumb, and stroking her soaking pussy, while rubbing his massive cock up her inner thigh.
Amaranda, though astonished, felt her own pussy begin to moisten as she watched them, heads rolling back, mouths opening, tongues tangling and hands everywhere! Kalliope moaned as she grabbed the man’s cock and pointed it at the mouth of her sodden pussy.
“Take me, now!” she moaned at the sailor, who promptly thrust his aching member right into her.
Kalliope gasped and bucked beneath him as she pushed her eager pussy up to clench him further. Amaranda also gasped, and put her hand down to rub her own pussy, which was becoming wetter by the minute! She glanced over at the unconscious hunk lying on the rock beside her. He can’t see me. She ran her middle finger up the slippery slit of her pussy, and around her aching clit. That feels so good! Continuing to pleasure herself, she watched the couple on the rock ahead of her. The sailor was grunting as his massive cock re-entered Kalliope’s soaking pussy, and he suddenly gave a loud cry, his whole body stiffened and he slumped down over the slender Siren.
Amaranda, now panting with her own arousal, looked over to the other Sirens, most of who appeared to be involved in similar activities. Their small island had become host to a whole orgy! One of the sailors was standing against a tall rock while Ligia’s head bobbed up and down. His face grimaced and he moaned, grabbing her long hair and encouraging her to hurry.
“That’s it, my pretty. Faster!”
Amaranda, filled with mystified curiosity, had to crane her neck to see what Ligia was actually doing. Her luscious mouth was devouring his massive cock and she was salaciously licking her lips and tongue up and down the length of it. By the slurping sounds she was making, Amaranda guessed that she was sucking and pulling as she did so. The sailor suddenly convulsed and screamed his climax, as Ligia lapped her tongue around his dripping wet cock. This enticed Amaranda to stroke her thumb over her pulsating clit, and she came with a gasp, the excitement almost knocking her off her feet. Although Amaranda had heard of blowjobs during her Sex Education classes, she was amazed to see one in action. So that’s what it is! She sat down as her breathing slowly returned to normal, and she gazed longingly at the handsome sailor beside her.
Both Kalliope and Ligia were now singing again, a sort of lullaby, as their sated sailors lay down and curled into their luscious bodies. Despite all the singing lessons she had taken, Amaranda knew she would never be able to sing as sweetly as they did. She noticed how angelic the women looked, their stunning features outlined by the midday sun, as they tenderly stroked their partners’ hair.
Amaranda, in her own sated state, relaxed as the warm sun soothed her aching body, and was almost falling asleep when she noticed movement. Intrigued, she peered around the rock and was amazed to see that all the Sirens were now gathering, checking that the sailors were all sound asleep. She expected them all to be drowsy too, and then suddenly remembered that none of them would have climaxed! Sirens spent a lot of time in Sex Education classes learning how to avoid having an orgasm while having sex with sailors—something which Amaranda thought she would never accomplish! Although a virgin, she had plenty of experience in making herself come.
“It’s time,” Kalliope announced.
There was a flurry of excitement around the women, as they all returned to their partners. Some had more than one! Standing over the men, the Sirens started to touch their own bodies, seductively massaging their breasts and stroking their pussies until they became aroused again. As they got dangerously nearer to their climaxes, bright, golden, feathery wings sprouted from their backs, and their hands and feet merged into talons. Horrified, Amaranda watched breathlessly as, with piercing cries, the women flew over their men and swooped down, tea
ring their skin and shredding their bodies! The men never woke. The Sirens continued their horrendous attack until every sailor was torn to pieces. Then they plucked their bloody remains up in their claws, flew swiftly from the shore and dropped them into the sea!
In days of old, their bodies would have been placed in a field on Refrainia known as the “Meadow Starred with Flowers,” but the world had become much more ecologically-driven since then, and as the land was never cultivated, it was decided that it was best that the flesh be left to rot under the sea instead. Not only did this free up space on the island, but it also alleviated the putrid stench and unsightly mess.
Oh my God!
Amaranda’s heart pounded heavily. Seeing the close-up slaughter of these poor men was far worse than she had ever imagined. She felt the blood drain from her face and she sat down to stop herself from fainting. Bile rose in her sore throat and she thought she was going to throw up. Her breathing felt constricted. She looked at the unconscious sailor lying next to her, the only man alive on the island. Her heart was in her mouth at the slow realization that this was what she was supposed to do to him, as a Siren herself!
Chapter 2
The sun was beginning to set when Eban Gal slowly opened his eyes. His head hurt and his body felt heavy and tired.
“Wh–what happened?” he asked, sitting up carefully.
“You hit your head,” said a sweet voice, and he looked ’round to see a pretty girl sitting next to him.
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