She sings.

Brian smiled as he heard the voice. He smiled even wider as the woman walked to the front of the boat, her hips swaying as she went. She put her hand softly on Skargar's shoulder and his anger and frustration at their slow pace seemed to disappear. He smiled and returned to his place at the oars, leaving her alone at the front of the boat. She settled against the prow of the boat and turned to face them, like a mast head in reverse.

Her name was Saoirse and she was extraordinarily beautiful. Her pale skin and red hair gave away her Gaelic heritage but when she spoke there was no hint of her native accent, instead she sounded clear and well educated. She was wearing a heavy woolen robe to ward off the mountain chill but it had slipped open enough to reveal the top of her cleavage.

Brian wasn't going to complain.

He had only spoken to her once, she tended to keep to herself. Her role on the boat was a bit unclear, she rarely helped with the physical work on the boat but everyone liked her and her satchel full of herbs marked her as a healer so nobody complained.

"I was born in a sea-faring village," she said, looking around at the rest of the crew. Her eyes seemed to remain on Brian for longer than the rest, as if fascinated by the muscles moving under his skin. "There, when it was stormy, all of us woman would line up on the beach and sing to guide the men working on the fishing boats home. I might be a little rusty but I would like to sing for you now."

She cleared her throat and, with no music to accompany her other than the crash of waves, she began to sing. She sang in her native language and Brian didn't understand but somehow he could still understand the meaning, as if it appealed to a primal part of him. At first, the words were sweet. She sang about sunny days, dark nights spent around fires and the joy that comes from coming home after time away.

But gradually the tone changed. She began to sing about a man returning home to his wife and the joy at their reunion turned to passion and then to lust. Her song seemed to mimic the moans of the two lovers, and her robe slid further open to reveal a perfectly formed breast and half of her toned stomach. Brian couldn't help but glance down at the beautiful porcelain skin and as he looked back at her face, he found her watching him with a hint of amusement, but also undisguised lust in her eyes.

The volume and pitch of her voice gradually began to increase as the couple in her song began to near their climax. Saoirse's eyes never left Brian as she slipped her hand under her robe. He could see her hand move as it stroked and teased her sex and the other went to fondle her own exposed breast.

The entire crew was transfixed, even the other female members. Nobody even seemed to breath as Saoirse's excitment seemed to peak with the couple in the song. Her singing turned to a shriek as she threw her head back in pleasure, her orgasm tearing through her. She shuddered and moaned for several long seconds but slowly, she came back to earth.

Her eyes met Brian's again and she smiled sweetly as she slipped her fingers, still wet from her arousal into her mouth.