The sound of thunder had the sailor gripping his ears before he even awoke. He stared out at the pitch darkness of his room and quickly turned on a lantern. All the beds were empty, his crewmates, now weeks dead, were long gone. He climbed out of bed and immediately fell over as the boat leaned to the port side, the starboard clearly raised by some massive wave.

He used his hands to push his way back to his feet. He grabbed the handles on the wall and took step after step towards the door. He turned the wheel to open the hatch. Even though it was unlocked, the door wouldn’t budge. He slammed his shoulder into it and immediately felt the familiar soft pain that would indicate a bruise, but at least the door swung open. As it did, a blast of wind and water knocked him back to the ground.

He grabbed the side of the door and pulled himself outside into the pouring rain. The metal door almost closed on his fingers but he was able to catch it with his other shoulder. Likely resulting in another bruise. He stood on the bow of the ship and looked out into the nighttime sea.

The sailor had never intended for things to go this way. He only sailed calm lakewaters back home. He wasn’t sure if this was a hurricane or a typhoon or if there was even a difference. A bolt of lightning appeared and for a split second he thought it was going to strike the mast. He blinked and the lightning arced away striking the sea in some distant place. He was still alive, for now.

The sailor pushed through the wind to the helm. A pulley attached to the sail was bolted down within reach. A makeshift system he installed to help him sail by himself. He grabbed the rope and was almost ripped away from the helm as the wind ripped the sail open. He pulled hard on the rope, with all the strength he’d built over the years, and pressed the locking mechanism into place. The boat surged forward as the quarter-open sail caught the wind.

He didn’t know if the wind was pushing him into the storm or away from it, but then realized it was probably just pushing the boat along the same path the storm itself traveled. Bolts of lightning lit up the sky and the boom of thunder came only seconds later. Lightning was striking within a mile of him. He tried to look for land on the lightning illuminated horizon but could see nothing behind the crashing waves.

He thought he was imagining it at first. A voice that somehow cut through the crashing waves and constantly booming thunder. It made no sense. It was much quieter than the storm, yet so much clearer too. The sailor didn’t know what the sound meant, a wave picked up his ship and dropped it 10 feet back onto the ocean. He picked himself up off the floor, never letting go of the helm. He would die if he didn’t get to land. Some part of him was scared of the alien voice, but the alternative was certain death. He quieted his doubts and pulled hard on the wheel, steering the ship towards this siren’s call.

The voice got louder as he sailed through the midnight storm. It was clearly singing though he could not make out the words. A tiny part of him wondered how it was possible that her voice could reach through the storm. 

 

Wait, “her voice”? How was he so certain? 

 

The voice was a high enough register to be female, but had a booming depth of masculinity. Yet he was somehow certain it was a woman singing. The waves seemed to part around the path to the voice. Lightning struck on either side of his ship. He saw the sea explode as lightning struck yards away, but he was safe. He knew he was safe. He could see the island now, illuminated by lightning all around, yet untouched by it. As if the lightning itself was afraid of the island.

He didn’t see the rocks as his ship crashed into them. He grabbed the rope from the pulley and disengaged the lock. The sail unfurled rapidly and the rope connected to it snatched him away from the crumbling deck. It burned his hands as it slid, slick with rainwater. The pain made him let go, and he fell onto the small beach.

There was almost half a foot of water he was lying in and he could tell it was steadily rising. He quickly but carefully flexed his arms and legs. 

 

 

He picked himself out of the muddy sand and walked towards land, his broken ship now being swept away from the island. He saw the orange glow of fire and walked towards it.

He was walking through one foot deep water when he reached the temple. A circular building surrounded by pillars. Two flaming braziers defied the storm and burned brightly, a beacon for his safety. The arcs of lightning illuminated a great dome at the top of the temple. A white dome with a thick black line wrapping its way around all the way until it reached the spire. The sailor imagined that it would look like a spiral from above.

He only had a second to take in all of the temple’s majesty, because as soon as he saw her, he saw nothing else. 

At the base of the stairs, feet engulfed in water was a beautiful red haired woman wearing a simple green dress. The soaked dress stuck to her form clearly showing off her curves and even the outline of her nipples. She had great black wings extended behind her like a dark angel. She seemed to be wearing black eyeshadow and lipstick that was untouched by the rain. Her mouth was open, and she was singing.

He could hear the words clearly now though he still couldn’t understand them. This sound, it wasn’t music, it was something more. A call to his very soul that was merely disguised as music. He didn’t need to know the words, his soul knew what the song meant. He was safe here, and he would never have to leave.

Then her eyes opened, blazing white with a pink glow around them. She looked through his very soul, the light stripping everything away. The ship, his crew, his family back on the mainland, it was all gone now. He could fully listen to the song. He understood its intention now. He walked past the siren and into the temple.

As he walked he could now see the images carved into the walls of the temple. He saw the siren singing to a ship. He saw men leaving the ship and then walking into the temple with glee on their face. He saw a depiction of the siren atop a man as the man stared past her, the expression on his face now gone. The final two depictions would have made him pause if he were able to stop and consider them. 

 

The man was kneeling before the siren. The siren was holding a leash attached to the man’s neck. The man was gone and the siren was singing again. The sailor paid no mind to these depictions and entered the main room of the temple.

The main room of the temple held no worshippers. No other sirens, not even pews or seats for worship. It was empty except for a stone bed with a feather mattress in the very center. Alcoves in the wall burned with a soft green fire and an unfamiliar incense dominated his senses. He suddenly found himself on the bed, waiting for the siren.

As he lay on the bed he looked up at the ceiling of the temple. The same spiral pattern he saw on the dome from the outside was clear in its intent now. When lying on this bed and staring straight up he saw the spiral in all its glory. The siren climbed onto the bed.

He didn’t remember when her song stopped. He didn’t remember taking his wet clothes off, but his cock pointed straight up as if yearning for the center of the spiral. She lowered her wet folds onto it, and began to sing again. Even if he could remember his old life, he’d say he’d never felt greater pleasure.

Whether by mechanism or magic he didn’t know, but as she rode him the bed began to spin. Blood rushed to his head. He was exhausted, dazed, stripped away by the siren's gaze and now drugged by the incense. He did not notice the bed was spinning, he simply thought the spiral was as his eyes strained from their unblinking gaze into the center.

She was so wet as she rode him. Her pussy squeezed like his wife back home never did. Usually girls felt warm inside, but the siren’s core was like a furnace. The heat was so intense, the sailor forgot the freezing rainwater that soaked him to his core.

He couldn’t see her naked form as his eyes were still glued to the dome above, he was surprised when she put his hand to her naked breast. The sailor tried to think a final original thought: These breasts felt just as big as, but maybe a bit softer than… than… 

 

He wasn’t sure what he had been thinking about. He was in the temple, he saw the spiral. He felt the siren’s gift of pleasure both on his cock and in his mind. His body tensed up though his mind barely noticed. He only now realized how hard he was thrusting up into her. For a second he was able to look away from the spiral at the beautiful form riding him.

Strong thighs straddling each side of his body connected at a divine opening covered in pubic hair. The sailor had always preferred shaven or at least well trimmed women, but he didn’t remember having preferences anymore. The song had melted them all away. 

Her waist was slim and she lacked a belly button, a feature that would have put him off if he felt she was anything less than the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Her breasts still reminded him of someone else’s though he couldn’t remember having ever seen a naked woman before. 

 

Her black wings outstretched behind her, as if a symbol of her power and dominance over him. He watched them flex with every thrust. Writhing as if they were alive all on their own. Yet they never blocked his view of the spiral. Her soaked red hair framed a heavenly face that was now focused in anger.

Her eyes glowed that blinding white and pink light, as if empowered by her burning core, and her song became harsher. The song pierced through him now, something was wrong. She was upset. A flash of lightning illuminated the dome behind her as if the spiral was calling out to him. He realized the truth, he was wrong to have looked away from the spiral. He looked away from her beauty back to the spiral’s divinity. Her temperament immediately calmed.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed. The storm was still going, like percussion to her song as he mechanically thrust up into her again and again. The bolts of lightning behind the dome made the spiral glow and pulse above him, like a celestial heartbeat burning the spiral into his eyes as he stared, unblinking, into the strobing light. 

 

He never looked away from the spiral but felt her hands on his. She put his hands to her breasts again, but this time he would not look. She placed her nipple between his fingers and he pinched as she clearly wanted him to. Her song became more guttural, like she was moaning as she sang.

He didn’t see her hands reach down to their joining as she sang higher, and higher, and higher. As the song reached its highest peak, he felt her squeeze down on his cock like a vice of pleasure. He released inside of her. He felt no pleasure, he no longer needed to.

The spiral stopped and the siren climbed off of him, his seed dripping down her leg. Her song had stopped and he knew now that he was allowed to look at her. He gazed at her like she was the only woman in the world. Lightning flashed and it was as if the spiral dome was illuminating the entire room. He remembered the carvings he saw as he walked in.

He fell to his knees and knelt his head as the man in the carving had. He felt the fabric against his neck. A material he had never felt before, soft as cloth but hard as metal. His mind couldn’t comprehend it so he didn’t try. The siren attached a leash to the collar and began to walk away while pulling on the collar. The man stumbled to his feet and walked through a door in the back of the main area. A door he hadn’t seen when he first entered.

The door led to a dark stairwell. The siren led the sailor down the stairs. He would never walk back up them.