Siren Song Ch. 08

Held like a figurehead in front of the rhythmically swaying creature, Menena was carried down the stairs and out the door. Heavy rain whipped against her face as her captor slithered across the wet cobblestones of the empty streets, coiled over a low part of the town wall and picked up speed on the swampy fields. Behind them, the silhouette of the town disappeared quickly into the murky night.

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Sand hit Menena on the shoulder, then in the face. She spat and coughed as she rolled onto her back with her hip angled sideways. The first blueish glow of morning appeared over the black ocean towards the eastern horizon.

"How dare you!" snarled Menena towards the creature that had lost almost all of its snake-like agility on the dry sand. The tall, muscular half-woman bent down and picked up a heavy copper trident, then put it nonchalantly over her shoulder. Her swaying motions translated into rhythmic bobbing of her almost udder-sized, weighty breasts that defied gravity. She was in prime shape, with her ribs and their toned muscles showing under her bright flawless skin. Framing a young face frozen into a cold frown, her long dark hair curled to just above her enviable waist. While the brawny mermaid wiggled her firm buttocks and cumbersomely inched her tail back into the water, she gave Menena a mute look of contempt before she nodded brusquely towards a shadow rising from surf.

Black as the receding night, the silhouette of a short-haired head and a girlish torso showed against the faintly lit sky. The shadow approached with a swaying gait that had nothing of a human walk. Menena's eyes followed the shape of the surprisingly curvy waist and even though she already expected it, she jerked back in primal fear when she saw the several yards long serpentine tail that coiled and writhed out of the water.

The rain of night fled towards the west, and a blood red sun broke through the black lumpy clouds, bathing the beach in morning light. Menena blinked and raised her right hand to shield her eyes. Her gaze rose again from the creature's glossy, silvery eel tail, its tiger stripes fading towards the front. A wide belt around the hip, almost indistinguishable in color from the being's scales, hid all detail but a massive camel toe bulge and marked the change from slippery fish trunk to well-toned girl midriff. Menena spent only a passing glance at the firm handfuls of breasts, focusing instead on the gold chains that decorated the mermaid's chest and upper arms. She was taken by surprise by the mop of green hair, its spiky strands slightly flattened against the head.

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A few of the green strands hung over the girl's eyes that wandered over Menena's disheveled clothes and weighty, milk-heavy rack. The mermaid canted her head and turned her face to the bulky guardian who had slithered up to her.

"Are you sure she is the mean mistress?" Anosthea whispered to the guard. "She might just be some housekeeper. I mean, she doesn't quite look like a haughty leader to me. Maybe she's another poor thing forced to give milk to that evil bitch, the way she's ready and dripping now."

The young guard shrugged and narrowed her eyes as she tried to bring her water-born sight into focus. "Oh yes, she's dripping all right. Then again, she was the only one in the house, and it was late at night. I say we just get it over with, Ano. One dirtwalker more or less —"

The mermaid witch ruffled her own hair and drew a face. "Yeah, but — well, I wouldn't want to anger the Holy Feeder, y'know how irate she already gets if we pick fishermen instead of pirates. And this game here, that's quite —"

The guard rolled her eyes. "Oh great. Anosthea, I'm not going back to pick another one. We got lucky with last night's hard rain, and I'll have tail rash for days with all that sand and swamp and grass. Maybe you should've asked the Feeder for details."

"What? No! No, it's supposed to be a surprise."

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She turned back to Menena and bowed with a hint of curtsy thrown in.

"Greetings, woman."

"Greetings, girl — fish — snake — thing?" snarled Menena.

"My name is Anosthea. Remember it."

"Oh, I will," Menena replied, raising her forefinger to the mermaid who crossed her arms over her chest. "Anosthea, I don't know why you brought me here. I never had dealings with your kind! Had someone told me yesterday, I wouldn't even have believed your kind exists!"

Anosthea shrugged. "Yes, I get that a lot. Oh well, it's simple, really. Just tell me your name."

Menena frowned and shook her head. "My name? That's it? — Aiiieee!"

She shrieked and jerked away in surprise as Anosthea suddenly lowered herself to the kneeling woman and raised a hand, only to gently stroke Menena's cheek with the back of her fingers.

"Shhh. Calm down, woman." She grabbed Menena's shoulders and held her face to face at arm's length. "Your. Name."

The proud woman glared back at the young mermaid. "Menena. Mayor Menena. Remember it." She eyed the valuable gold chains again and gulped as greed choked her throat. "Just in case you're interested in — in anything from land, I'm the one to talk to."

Anosthea's left cheek twitched. Her voice became syrupy as she cooed, "Are you now? The infamous Menena. My, my." She let go, whirled around and disappeared into the surf.

"Hey! Wait!" Menena's voice found its haughtiness again. "Whatever you've heard about me, it's all lies! I'm sure we can arrange —" Menena rose, only to feel the strong hand of a second mermaid guard on her shoulder. She glanced at the surprisingly slender fingers. The web between them reached only to the first joints. They would've easily have passed for a girl's, were it not for the fingernails that were long, pointy and slightly curved like talons, and felt just as sharp against Menena's skin.

"You. Wait. Now," gargled the woman, towering almost a head taller than her and glaring down angrily at the raven. Everything from her fair features to her sporty build and the pale skin contrasting the black tail hinted at the two guards being sisters.

"Yes, yes. Whatever you say," Menena replied after a moment of exchanging glances. She averted her eyes, pulled her clothes tighter and buttoned up her half-exposed chest again. This was going about as well as the interrogation hours ago at the hands of the Count, she feared.

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Minutes later, a triangular wave approached the beach again. Anosthea rose from the waters, carrying a circular shell almost twenty inches across. She sat down on the beach opposite of Menena, pulled part of her tail up like a pair of thighs and opened the brown rock-like container she had placed between them.

Menena pinched her eyes. The inside of the unsightly thing was coated with pearly nacre and sparkled blindingly in the colors of the rainbow. Lumps of meat and seaweed were arranged in a circle.

"A gift of food, for a start."

Menena's eyes narrowed as suspicion crept into her voice. "Thank you, but I don't think I should accept it."

"Should you not?" Anosthea raised her thin eyebrows. "You know, some gift-givers might take that kind of rejection for an insult."

"Oh, none meant, your — fish-ness? I sure hope you don't —"

Anosthea offered the shell again. "Maybe just a bite then? It's delicious."

Menena turned her head slightly away and raised an eyebrow. "I'm not all that much of a raw fish eater, thanks."

The mermaid sighed. "You are never satisfied, are you? It's an acquired taste, these fishes. Worthy of a queen, my dear. And look how small these pieces are. You'll barely feel them going down your throat. Here, just look at that." She flicked her finger against the tiny lump, and it disappeared into a flash of sparks.

"Neat trick. Where has it gone?" frowned Menena.

"To lead the way for the others," grinned the young witch.

Flick, flick, flick. The flat dish was empty.

"No, seriously. Where has it — urrp — gone?" burped Menena. Her eyes grew big.

"Into my stomach?" She fumbled frantically over her belly. "You dared put it into my stomach?"

"Well, you would've put up a struggle otherwise," smirked Anosthea as the woman in front of her jumped to her feet and spun to flee.

"Nah, ah, ah," continued the mermaid, shaking one webbed forefinger. The guardians' tridents connected with a solid metal clang right before Menena's chest. Their hands shoved her back towards the surf.

"What do you want?" Menena screamed angrily.

"You insulted our feeder. You wronged her. She might be forgiving, but I am not," Anosthea declared as she rose on her tail.

"I don't even know what a feeder is!" hissed Menena. "I told you, I never had dealings with —" She fell silent. Her eyes followed the mesmerizing pendulum of a big silver medallion dangling from Anosthea's raised hand. The blue stone was the size of a very large egg, but she recognized the overall shape and the iridescent color.

"Barbara," Menena whispered with dry lips.

"The Holy Feeder you treated so unkindly," Anosthea replied with a nod.

Menena clenched her fists. "Holy! She was a witch! A mean, man-stealing witch! She took my only love, and she deserved everything she got out of her dabbling with magic!"

The young mermaid with the green hair snaked closer. "A witch? You stupid dirtwalker! That sweet girl is no witch! Never was, never will be. You want a witch? How about me?"

She leaned on Menena, forcing the shopkeeper to her knees as the fish tail's heavy, slippery, muscular weight bore down on the thighs of trembling woman. Faint heat spread through Menena's legs, yet the sensation went unnoticed as she winced away from the girl yelling into her face, "You green-eyed harpy, you almost ruined everything I worked for! Welcoming the new Feeder was to be a gentle, moving ceremony with lots of touching and stroking and licking, but nooo, you just had to turn poor Barbara into a beached whale with your weeds and your forced milking! Damn you, you made me forgo our Feeder's first milk, and that is something I won't forgive!"

She hollered on, "And you had the height of cheek to steal the precious juices from our Feeder's breasts! Fattening yourself with it!" Anosthea's fingers grabbed and squeezed the plump breast before her. Menena shrieked, more from surprise than pain. Anosthea let go and sniffed her own fingertips. "Yerch! You reek of your udder ointment, dirtwalker! Oh, after all these years of keeping your skin luscious and soft, I think you're ready for something much more potent, eh?" Anosthea raised a small vial. "Did you know there are plants in my world that make your Milkmaid's Friend look like a salad? This here will help broaden your horizon quite a bit." She smiled mischievously as she pulled out the cork. "Guards!"

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Menena jumped back and slapped her hands over her mouth. "Mmmmft not gonna drink that!" rang her muffled scream. "You stay aw—"

The mermaid cocked an eyebrow. "You know, it's not all about you," she scoffed, then downed the vial's content herself. She shivered and shook, drew a face and squeezed her arms against her flanks. "Ugh! Yuck! The gods, that stuff's vile." Her hands grabbed the golden chains dangling from her neck and threw them back over her shoulders, baring her chest. "Ooh! Mmh. Oh yes, it begins. Nnnh!" Her fingertips rubbed over her nipples. "Oh my, that's interesting. Haahhn! So — sensitive. Itching. Oh yes. Yes! Only a few moments now, my sisters. Come and get your share." She extended her arms invitingly.

The pair of guardian mermaids slithered closer, lowered themselves and embraced Anosthea with one arm each, framing her girlish body and the surprisingly large hips left and right.

"Yes — now — Mmmmgh!"

Anosthea's firm, average hemispheres quivered and stretched, swelling bigger in moments. As their mass grew, they sagged visibly. The guards each caught one with a cupped hand. Anosthea moaned louder. Another jerk and writhe, and to her aides' gentle kneading, the three-quarter spheres kept on swelling into full, soft, dangling pears. Her nipples became deep red succulent strawberries and pointed upwards as their foundations grew taut with multiplying milk.

"So full! Must spend — hurry! Yes — drink — drink now!" she moaned and grabbed the back of the guards' heads, pulling them in. The guardians raised the ripe melons and suckled the swollen teats. Anosthea swayed with closed eyes. Her tail twisted and coiled aimlessly. Moments later, the heavy, muscular trunks of her handlers joined in. More snake-like than fishtails, they braided themselves around Anosthea's and turned their lower bodies into a slippery mass of writhing tentacles that held the triptych of moaning women upright.

Menena stared wide-eyed. She should be running, she told herself. Yet she couldn't tear her gaze from those three bodies squirming, their arms and tails locked in carnal frenzy as greedily pouting lips teased mouthfuls of milk from throbbing nipples. The mature raven ate up every minuscule variation of the delirious expression on the young witch's lust-crazed, sweaty face and every single thrust of her chest. Seeing Anosthea's now enormously swollen breasts as they throbbed and force-fed gushes of milk into the overwhelmed mouths of the guardians that made their cheeks bulge and their lips and chins drip, she found her own fingers moving towards the entrance of her rapidly moistening cave.

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"The gods, oh the gods," stammered Anosthea. Her head dangled devoid of strength. She hung limply between the two guards with her arms over their shoulders. The bloated bags on her chest had emptied their ample servings into the insatiable mouths of the hulking mermaids and stood firm and youthful again with only her hard swollen nipples testifying to the amazing display.

She moistened her lips. A thick clear stream of her overflowing juices seeped out from underneath her wide belt, showing plain as day against the thin glossy layer coating her fish tail. "So good. Oh so good. Giving milk ... oh, if I had known this earlier, I would've —"

"Can I go now?" Menena's voice dripped as thick with envy as Anosthea's crotch with juices and grated through Anosthea's afterglow. The raven straightened her clothes and cursed inwardly. She had been that close. The itching between her legs did nothing to mellow her. She hissed on, "Have you humiliated me enough by showing that anybody in the world can on a whim have more pleasure and more breast than me?"

Anosthea straightened. Her hand scooped up a dollop of the liquid lust crawling down her fish tail's front. "Look at that. Look how generous I've been. We call this love juice. It heightens the pleasure. And it has many uses. You feel like you've been left out? Maybe feel like sampling a bit of mermaid love?" She moved her fingers and watched the thick ropey threads of lube moving between them.

Menena's brow curled in revulsion. "What? You think I'd want to taste your — your fish drippings? You're sick!"

"Well, if your mouth's lips don't want a taste —"

The mermaid moved like a snake. Before Menena had a chance to react, Anosthea's cupped hand squeezed the gob of slime through the cloth covering her crotch. Menena fended off the kneading fingers and staggered back. She held her groin, then her hands jerked away. The raven stared at her glistening palms.

"You sick — fish snake thing! You're disgusting! You're —"

Her eyes bugged, and her eyebrows rose. "Ooooh — oh the gods," she stammered, hunched and sagged to her knees. Her tongue slowly moistened her lips. A shudder ran through her body. She crammed half her fist into her mouth and bit down on her forefinger's knuckle. Her belly convulsed in ecstasy.

"—Surprisingly arousing?" Anosthea finished Menena's interrupted yell with a smile. She crossed her arms over her chest, raised her glazed hand and licked her own tangy, salty taste from her fingers. "Oh yes. Even a simple brush against the thin coat on our scales is enough for you dirtwalkers to get all wet or cock-hard, but a handful of the inner juices against your dried-up flaps? Oh, you'll soon die laughing, my dear."

"You wouldn't! Names of the gods, you will not dare lay a finger on me! Don't you know who I am?" Menena slowly rose again. Her lubricated crotch blazed with unfulfilled arousal, and it only heightened her defiance. Her rage fought back the lust radiating from her soaked, dripping snatch.

Anosthea shrugged with her arms akimbo. "Oh, I know who you are. You're the one who almost sent our precious Feeder to an early grave! You're the one who —"

"Yap yap yap! Quiet! I'm talking now, and you'll listen to me!" Menena cut her off. Fists raised in anger, she took a determined step towards the young mermaid, and Anosthea backed away involuntarily, her face now a mask of confusion as she stared at the red-faced woman.

"You — how — gods, I can smell your boiling clam from here, how can you even walk or talk?!"

Menena's voice echoed over the beach as she hollered herself into rage. "What are you going on and on about? Oh yes, I was angry! But did I treat her that badly? You think I should have kept her under my roof after she stole my David? You think I should've lain awake and listened to them fornicating in my own house?" The raven punctuated each of her sentences with a knuckle shove against Anosthea's shoulder. The two guardian mermaids watched in mute surprise as the curvy woman sent their leader into retreat, hobbling and stumbling awkwardly on her tail towards the surf.

Menena went on, "Maybe it's the mermaids' way to hand around their husbands or what have you, but I'd like to think I've been very generous! I even offered her care and work when she became all milk-bloated! Could've had her burned, y'know? Oh, if someone has been wronged, it surely wasn't that blond floozy, but me!"

The young mer-witch felt her bile starting to stir as Menena's words sank in. Narrowing her eyes, she shook her head and rose higher on her tail, holding her own and stopping Menena's advance. "You know nothing of the pain and fear you forced upon her! Will I ever teach you now! Guards! Hold her down!" She fumbled through the contents of her belt. Glass vials and tiny earthen pots jingled faintly. The noises of her search drowned in Menena's angry shrieks as a well-placed slap of tail knocked the woman's feet out from under her and she went down in the guardians' grip, kicking up sand as she struggled in vain. Left and right, their heavy tails slammed on her spread-eagled arms and held her put.

"Now you're feeling strong, huh?" blustered the raven. "Three against one! You're — Mmmff! Gmmm!"

"Ouch! She bit me!" The guard jerked back and shook her hand.

"Yerch! You taste as fishy as you look, you — mmmf!" This time, the strong webbed fingers held her jaw well shut. Menena panted through flaring nostrils, and her narrowed eyes flashed angrily.

Anosthea bent over the immobilized woman. "You will be silent, you self-righteous shrew! How cold and hardened must you be!"

Her claws tore at Menena's chest and shredded the clothes without as much as breaking the raven's flawless skin. When Anosthea finally retreated, Menena's heavy bags sagged left and right, pancaking slightly as their unrestrained volume settled into its gravity-dictated shape. Goosebumps spread over the massive mammaries, and the nipples hardened in the fresh morning air. The mermaid raised her eyebrows with reluctant appreciation. Her fingertips circled one of the rough dugs.