Aliénor

Your voice echoes powerfully across the pond, and a series of small waves ripple out across the still water, splashing against the borders of the pool with a certain **** as if in tune with your ballad. You are surprised at the aggressiveness in your intonation, but to lesser ears unable to distinguish the intricacies of your sound, your strong, echoing melody no doubt sounds enchanting. As if in confirmation, the reverberating ceiling of the cave rings with the remnants of a loud, practised melody, and as you continue to bellow out new, forceful notes, your cries coalesce into one great chorus. You are shocked at the purity of your tone, the variety of your pitch, and for a second revel in the simple pleasure of possessing a host with functioning vocal chords for a change. It makes a welcome change from the mindless, incomprehensible beasts you've taken over up until this point.

Feeling as if you are about to burst, so much your song has revitalised your muscles, you let the tune slowly fade out as a figure approaches the edge of the water, slowly emerging from the hazy darkness that shrouds your pond - the only island of colour in the sea of blackness that is your labyrinth. Aliénor appears slowly but surely from amidst the gloom, teary-eyed, as if struck down by the beauty of your voice. You have never seen quite such a profound response, but then again humans can be difficult to understand. Like a siren luring its victim to the shore before brutally devouring him, so does the merman rely on his own musical talent to draw in prey before brutally sodomising them, and it would seem that in Aliénor's case the spell has been mightily effective.

The captain strides towards the water purposefully, effortlessly descending the few slippery steps that lead into your domain. Her dark hair billows behind her as she advances into the water, which firstly rises up to her ankles, then knees, then waist and finally chest before she is **** to break into a gentle swim. The water is warm and inviting, and you make no effort to hurry her along as she glides towards the rock on which you are reclining. On the contrary, you are content to take your time with this young woman - who for once is getting ready to throw herself upon you rather than the other way around. You admire her confident smile as she glances up at you in mid-stroke as she extends her arms out in front of her, before bending them back around and pushing closer towards you as she kicks off with her legs. Her hair sinks into the pool, fanning out around her like an alluring shadow. The desire in her eyes radiates off her almost like a physical ****, and it is with difficulty that you refrain from rushing out to meet her. Instead, you let her reach the outcrop of rock on which you are perched, and you even clamber out of the pool slightly, heaving your torso onto the firm ground with your lengthy tail still hidden, stretching several metres below the surface.

Aliénor matches your movements like for like, and pulls herself gracefully out of the pond in one practised manoeuvre. Her armour and underclothes are soaked right through, and you can see her breasts heaving gently as she breathes in. But it's her smile that really draws you in, the dazzling red lips curling upwards in a playful yet anxious grin as she gets closer and closer to your open arms and bare torso. It's a smile inviting you to take her in your arms and claim her forever, to stuff her full of your elongated cock and love and make love to her for all eternity. And it's a smile that let's you know that's all she's ever really wanted.