Siren's Wail

[Turvy]

*This story is rated S for Some Adult Content.*

Clouds upon high, -far up above the City of Underlight- the siren Zara rested in her chambers. For she was cast away to be at a safe distance from the rest of the community. Her dark charms caused the male population to drop rapidly, so the Elders sent her away where she could do no more harm. The DreamWrights built a small house up in the clouds. It was light enough to float, but sturdy enough to withstand any attempts at Zara's escape.

The siren was offered parole on special terms of good behavior. She was asked to take the time of solitude to subdue her powers and she gladly accepted. Many nights her beautiful song would escape her, as she would sit and peer longingly through the unbreakable glass window, down at the City below her. She would immediately clamp her mouth shut, though her lips would vibrate and ache - desperate to complete the lyrics.

Over time, she got better at suppressing the outbursts, but she grew weaker each day. She needed to rest. She shrugged on a lace lingerie gown and collapsed on top of her bed that did not get any use since she arrived. She released a heavy sigh as she relaxed her jaw. Her mind began to drift as she dozed off, curling under the covers. As she let her guard down, her mouth popped open. For any other person, snoring would be the usual sound you would hear...but not from a siren.

Zara wailed a haunting melody. The song was amplified by her unconscious state and the built up repression. It filtered through the thick walls of her sky fortress, and echoed all the way down to the nearby guard just below. The melody caressed his ears like a tender-loving touch, striking a sudden urge within him to quickly climb the ladder.

The higher he climbed, the more his excitement intensified until he reached the top of the cloud. His hands shook -internally fighting his own actions- as Zara's continued song got the better of him. He slipped the key inside the bolted lock and turned, pushing the door open with a harsh ~creeeak~, that abruptly awoke Zara from her slumber.

As her song cut off, dread began to creep up, taking place of his lustful longing the spell shrouded him with. The hairs on the guard's neck began to stand on end, as he was met with a horrid picture. To his surprise, the woman's beautiful voice did not match her looks. Zara was ghastly in appearance - pale as a ghost, with high gaunt cheek bones.

Zara snarled, flashing her sharp teeth. The guard turned for a quick escape, but Zara's soothing lullaby returned, forcing him to skid to a halt. She pulled back her comforter, luring him to join her. She crooned, casting a sultry gaze as she extended a bony arm to pat the bed. He crawled over the sheets, his lips finding hers with burning passion. He raked his calloused fingers across her hips, gliding to palm her thigh. The siren's eyes darkened into pitch-black orbs, biting down hard on his lower lip as her slim fingers locked around his throat in a death grip.

In her clutches now, she devoured him like a vicious animal. Leaving behind a bloody macabre scene, she leaped from the fortress that once imprisoned her - free at last to seduce as many men as she pleased to satiate her endless hunger.