Stranded?

Another spout of darkness is interrupted by… the sea? Marcus finds himself looking out over the ocean, endless roiling seas. Soft sand beneath his feet, he turns to the land, ready to find his challenge. There’s no way out but through. Unlike the last time, his challenge doesn’t seem to be hidden at all. Couldn’t be, really, as all that greets him is a tiny island, a few trees and small enough he can spot the beaches on any end of it.

A soft, enchanting voice wafts from the center, beautiful, glorious, hypnotic… Marcus shakes off the last thought and starts towards the center, telling himself it was of his own violation, and not what that gorgeous voice wanted him to do…

In no time at all, he can see her. A net is the only thing covering her waist, draped about her like a skirt, and his immediate thought it mermaid. It puts him on edge, knowing the devious and bloodthirsty nature of mermaids, but a mere moment declares that incorrect, as the creature has no tail. In fact, if she weren’t nearly naked on this god-forsaken island… Marcus would just be smitten. Just as his last challenge she’s gorgeous. More than that. Her visage is literally the image of perfection.

Her legs are long and bare, splashing idly in a small pool. The net covers her waste, somehow simply accentuating her beauty and allure, though she could wear anything and still be bewitching. Sitting on the rock, she only has a thin red bra covering her breasts, holding in her pear shaped tits. Red hair cascaded around her shoulders, and down her back, while her crimson lips sang, the music weaving around his mind. Deep blue eyes find him as she turns, piercing him to his soul.

It’s clear. It’s a siren. Not that that awareness changes Marcus at this point. He’s gone. Can’t even think to fight. His hands are lax as he steps forward, and she beckons him to her. Her lips curl into a smirk, and she grabs his wrist, pulling him into her lap, still singing.