Clémence

The distinctive ring of metal echoes softly off the walls surrounding your chamber, and you guess that Clémence is on her way even before she arrives, her mane of frizzy hair billowing around her. Light glints off her dazzling chestplate, and despite the fact that your abode is rather well-lit, especially by the standards of the rest of the labyrinth, the sparkle remains striking. As she comes closer, you continue to sing, your voice evolving slightly in response to the situation. It carries easily across the length and breadth of the pond, and gentle waves ripple out over the calm waters. Clémence stops at the edge of the pool for an instant.

You grin broadly as you unleash a confident, seductive melody sure to charm all save those with hearts of stone. Clémence, for all her physical prowess, is naive and stubborn...easily-manipulated, in other words. She's exactly the kind of person that shouldn't be risking an encounter with a merman, and also exactly the person you were hoping to draw into your spell. Young, pretty, fertile...and incapable of resisting your soothing song. For your song is your greatest and deadliest weapon. Much as a siren will lure her victims to the shore with an enchanting chorus before brutally devouring them, the merman likewise relies on his own musical talent to draw in prey before brutally sodomising them. And it would seem that Clémence is to be your latest in a very long line of conquests.

When at last the glimmering light fades away, and you gradually let your voice fall silent, content for the echoing remnants to provide the musical accompaniment, the warrior finally comes into proper view. Her burnished skin comes into focus, and you instantly notice her wide pupils. She stares at you intently, struck down with an entirely unnatural, and yet perfectly delightful lust. For your part, you let your eyes wander across her supple body, and although the bulky armour hides far more of her than you would like, you still enjoy what you see. Clémence will undoubtedly be a fine mother for your offspring...once and only once you've had your share of fun with her of course.

The newt few seconds are a blur. You hardly have the time to evaluate the adventurer's curvaceous hips before a great splash erupts and drowns out the fading echoes of your song. Clémence disappears under the water and makes a beeline for the rock on which you lie, discarding her armour and clothing as she goes. By the time she hits the water her breastplate is already sinking below the surface, and you see her tugging at her tight jerkin as she vanishes into the pool. In a series of huge shorts she advances across the pond, her left arm, then the right rising majestically out the water before diving gracefully back. With each change another piece of attire appears, floating for a brief moment before spiralling into the deep spring. Jerkin, vest, vambraces, platelegs...you barely have the time to note every item as the warrior speeds towards you!

Splash! Clémence emerges from the water not two feet in front of your face with a thunderous noise as she bursts from the pond. You rock back on your haunches, tail flashing upwards involuntarily in the depths below. Her naked breasts sway in as she sprints the final steps towards you, conspicuously erect nipples clear to see, and it takes all your effort to wrench your concentration from her chest as she literally throws herself on top of you. In a sudden, instinctive moment of clarity, you grab her in your powerful arms as she falls. You press her tightly against your body for the briefest of instants, before slipping yourself back into the water and plonking Clémence on the rocky outcrop in your place, legs spread wide apart. You breathe deeply, smelling her arousal. The leather trousers still shielding her intimacy from your view are removed in a matter of seconds, as the bounty hunter scrambles to take them off and you lend your own strength and excitement to her efforts. Before you know, you're face first against Clémence's soaking wet sex , holding steadfastly onto the back of her thighs with one arm wrapped around each. Only a few inches, and a neatly trimmed strip of fine silk, separate her dripping pussy from your mouth. You lick your lips in anticipation. Clémence reaches towards you...