Mélanie

Your voice echoes loudly across the pond, the waves gently splashing at the edges of the pool as if in harmony with your song, and soon a loud, practised melody thrums through the chamber beyond, majestically bouncing off the many nooks and crannies in the surrounding passages to combine 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.

You let the tune slowly fade out in mid-stanza as Mélanie hesitantly approaches the edge of the water, her eyes slightly glazed over in response to the beauty of your song. In much the same way that sirens are known for luring their victims to the shore with their enchanting voice before brutally devouring them, the merman relies on his own musical talent to draw in prey before brutally sodomising them. At least, that's what you assume to be the case as you eye the delectable morsel in front of you, a slight, self-satisfied grin breaking out on your lips. Yes, you decide as Mélanie slowly lowers herself into the warm pool, carefully stepping down a series of seemingly naturally-formed cracks below the waterline - it's nice to be in a vaguely human body for once, and to actually feel as if the pleasure won't be too one-sided this time round.

Without further instruction, Mélanie begins to wade towards you, then breaks into a full-blown swim as she crosses the large body of water. Your tail swishes impatiently in the clear liquid below, and you begin to count the passing seconds as she slowly advances, her face a serene image of calmness and fulfilment. Whatever it was you sung has most certainly done its job, although you find yourself more and more restless now that the soothing ballad is at an end. Yes, it is empowering to seduce these adventurers for a change, but you came here for Mélanie's hot aching cunt, and you want it now!

The bounty hunter finally breaks from her reverie as you push yourself up from your resting place on the far bank, an intent lust blazing in your eyes. She has but a moment to consider her situation before your huge tail bursts forth from the depths next to her, the thick appendage on the end fully unveiled and erect. It zips towards her at breakneck speed and you can almost physically feel the fear as she tries to paddle backwards...she squirms in the water, but this is your domain!

Argh! Sudden pain flashes through your tail as Mélanie yanks her dagger backwards, drawing in a ragged breath, before plunging the cutting steel back into your flesh. You scream and snatch the limb back with a great splash, and before you can react the archer is halfway to the other side. You launch yourself in pursuit, rapidly closing the distance, but with a **** burst of speed Mélanie clambers up the rocky ledge and heaves herself out of the water. Your tail darts at her again and you grasp her ankle as she flees, but another swift cut and your grip falters...you try to heave yourself onto dry land...but by the time you gain purchase your prey is long gone, fleeing into the darkness on your left. Damnation! You have no hope of catching her on solid ground, and your tail throbs powerfully in protest at the wounds discolouring the water around you.

There's nothing else for it, you convince yourself whilst continuing to curse loudly. Soon, the merman is forgotten, and you find yourself irritated, looking for new hosts. Less brains next time, more ungodly strength instead. Did you leave any minotaurs down there?