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You woke up the following day to Chan gently shaking you, whispering your name like it tasted sweet on his tongue. When your eyes cracked open, he flashed a dazzling smile at you. “Stormling, do you want to go lure sailors to their demise with me?” He asked quietly.
With a big yawn and equally big full body stretch you shook the sleepiness aside and smiled back. “Absolutely.” You tried to sit up, but Chan kept you pinned under him. “We can’t lure anything if we’re still in bed!” You wriggled and laughed as he applied a little more pressure.
“Good point, though now that I’ve got you writhing under me, I hardly want to do anything but ravage you again...” he kissed your forehead, “and again,” he kissed your cheek then his lips hovered over yours, “and again.” He whispered the last words then kissed you, taking his time like he was memorizing the taste of you. You arched your back and moaned from the back of your throat.
“Ya! I’m going to leave without you two!” Changbin’s voice echoed loudly in the chamber. Chan cursed under his breath, but when he turned to the opening leading to the hall, Changbin wasn’t even standing there.
“So loud and he’s not even in the damn room.” Chan growled, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You took advantage of the distraction and pushed yourself so you were sitting up, forcing Chan to settle in your lap. Before he had a chance to say anything your lips were on his once again and your hands slipped behind him to grab his ass.
“We’ll just have to save this for when we return.” You whispered against his lips. He growled again, though it was more animalistic, and the thrill it sent through you was enough to make you shudder. He took your jaw in his powerful hand, angling your face up so he could look in your eyes.
“I’ll consider that a promise, Beloved.” Chan muttered as the storm in his eyes raged then gave your nipple a teasing pinch, making you groan. He got off the bed, and you followed though you were just as inclined to stay there as he was.
When you made it to the waterfall cavern, Changbin was propped against the stony wall on the far side of the room. “Finally decided to come up for air?” Changbin asked with a teasing grin. Chan flipped him off, and the three of you met up and headed down the passage that led to the cave with the small pool to the outside.
This time you dove right in and immediately blinked the membranes on your eyes in place and formed the webbing between your fingers and toes. “We’re going to a place that isn’t too far away, about as far as that school of fish we hunted yesterday.” Chan informed you telepathically as the three of you swam through the massive opening of the underwater cave and out into the open ocean.
“Stay close to me, Stormling. We’re passing through waters that are less peaceful than yesterday. Nothing to be worried about, just keep your wits about you.” Chan instructed as you made your way swiftly. Great schools of fish attracted predators, and a pit formed in your stomach when you sighted more than a few large sharks. Aside from that, the trip was uneventful and before long you were exiting the water onto a small rocky outcrop island with sparce vegetation and a few hermit crabs scuttling around.
“Right, we’re heading to the north side of the island. It’s got the best visibility and tons of rocks hidden just beneath the waves. This island is a gem in our territory not only for those reasons, but it’s also close to a popular trading route. It won’t be long before a ship sails past, then the real fun begins.” Chan explained, smiling as he took the form you’d seen the first time you met him; the clothes somehow feeling too much now that you’d gotten used to seeing him without them.
“Do I need to do that too? With the clothes, I mean. Kind of seems like my form as it is achieves the intended goal better.” You asked, glancing sidelong at Changbin who was now clothed as well. He was wearing black trousers with a loose-fitting white shirt tucked into them, a black jacket hemmed with satin, and black shoes. His hair fell over his left eye in soft waves, and you absentmindedly licked your lips. When he noticed your attention on him, he smirked.
“You can stay naked; I certainly don’t mind.” Changbin said as he stepped closer.
“But will you be distracted?” Chan teased.
“Of course, but I’m a siren of principles. We’re here to bring sailors to their untimely end, and that’s what I’ll do.” Changbin half pouted, sticking out his lower lip dramatically. You giggled, and he beamed at you, and what a dazzling sight it was.
“Actually, I’d been meaning to ask...” You squirmed a little and scrunched up your face. “Yesterday, you said that your methods are...carnal...and most sailors are...” You struggled to utter the words that were tantalizingly close to the tip of your tongue.
Chan smiled in a way that made your skin prickle as he walked up and stood before you, his hand on the side of your neck with his thumb under your jaw. “What we do is in service of Calypso, though I will say having an appetite like mine, or the others...” his eyes flicked to Changbin, “certainly aids in our service. Yes, most sailors are men. Yes, our methods are carnal. Still interested in being here?”
He didn’t have to ask; he could feel the way your pulse quickened under his thumb, could hear your thoughts clear as the sky above. Sexuality was never something you thought too much about before. You knew there were people out there in the wide world who loved the same sex, others who didn’t love any, still others who seemed to love anyone with a pulse. Your own sexuality was never a question before but knowing that Chan was open to experiences with other men...it certainly made you consider the possibilities.
“No, I want to stay.” You managed to reply, though your voice was a mere whisper. You understood the implications, not only for Chan and Changbin, but for yourself. What shocked you was that the thought of using your body like this was thrilling.
“That’s my girl.” Chan said with a smile, then kissed you softly.
“So, that’s a yes on the naked thing, or...” Changbin asked.
“I’ll leave that to you, Stormling.” Chan said with a chuckle as he pulled away.
“Why not? I am your Storm and you are my siren; I’ll serve Calypso and you in whatever way I can. I only hope for the same devotion from you in return.” You answered. Chan gawked at you for a beat, then a half smile graced his lips as his eyes seemed to shimmer.
“I can read your thoughts, and you still find ways to amaze me.” He rasped as he took your hand and kissed it.
“Alright, that’s enough for now love birds; I see a ship on the horizon.” Changbin laughed.
“Want to watch how we start, then join when you feel comfortable?” Chan asked as he dropped your hand and brushed his thumb over your cheek.
“Yes; I have no idea what to do.” You replied with a nervous chuckle. This was bound to be a wild ride, and you were equal parts anxious and excited.
Chan simply smiled and jerked his head toward the north side of the island, and the three of you headed that way together. Really, calling it an island was generous since it took all of twenty steps to reach the edge of the island. Mercifully there was a thick layer of lichen on the rocks you would be sitting on...
Suddenly, Changbin’s voice rang out from your right side, and you actively resisted the urge to cover your ears. Chan wasn’t kidding when he said Changbin’s voice was loud. What kept you from giving in to that urge was your desire to hear his voice clearly. It was beautiful, completely in opposition to the exterior you’d already grown accustomed to. When Chan’s voice joined his, their voices blended in a way that had even you mesmerized.
You cast your gaze to the ship that was on course to pass the west side of the island. It seemed to you that the vessel was maintaining its heading, and you wondered if it was out of range of their song. “Watch, it’s about to change its course.” Chan murmured telepathically as he continued singing, clearly hearing the doubts in your mind.
Just as he predicted, the ship changed directions and was now heading straight for you. They were close enough now that you could see men gathered at the bow of the ship, some hanging dangerously close to the edge. Like a choreographed dance, Chan and Changbin simultaneously threw off their jackets and pulled off their shirts.
Frenzied and fully under the spell of the sirens, the sailors began jumping off the ship to swim closer. The ship finally drew close enough that the underwater rocks began tearing at her hull, and the cracking of wood filled the air. Still, they advanced at full speed until the ship slammed into the rocks and sent men flying over edge, a couple of unlucky souls landing with a gut-wrenching crunch on the rocks.
After the initial shock of watching them die, you were struck by the power Chan and Changbin held over these men. They were all still clamoring to reach them even after their ship was wrecked, and their mates' bodies were dashed on the rocks. You were done watching them have all the fun; now you were going to have yours.
Chan reached toward you having heard your eager thoughts, and you took his hand, standing in all your nakedness, and you sang. Immediately, you felt the power surging through you, connecting you to Chan and Changbin then faintly tying to the sailors below you. When you looked down at their faces, it was like you’d had too much wine; you were drunk on this feeling of power over them. They only looked at you with desperation, longing only for your touch, your kiss, your body on theirs; and you’d give it to them, then take everything else.
Chan and Changbin, not needing to maintain the illusion, let the rest of their clothed, human appearance fall away, and they stood in their true forms. “We’re diving into the water; follow our lead and you’ll be fine.” Chan smirked as a shiver ran down your spine. Fortunately, the excitement pulsing through your body was enough to make you dive right off the edge after them.
When you hit the water, it was like instinct took over and you swam toward the first man you saw. His eyes were wild as he you drew near, and you smirked knowing just how much power you held over him. You didn’t know anything about this man, and you didn’t need to. More than anything in this moment, you felt powerful.
“Come with me sailor, we’ll be together forever.” You purred as you took his hand where he was treading water. You guided his hand over your skin and reveled in the way he muttered grateful words. His hands roamed, and you let them, surrendering yourself to the moment as your hand slipped into his pants.
“You’re a goddess.” He mumbled then groaned when you stroked him.
“Then worship me.” You whispered in his ear. Suddenly, you pulled him under, dragging him below the surface, and he gladly followed. You maneuvered so your bodies were pressed together, and his fingers drove into you. You gasped and raked your fingers through his hair as it swayed in the water.
There was something distinctly wrong about what you were feeling, things that should be in complete opposition. You could feel his life force fading, but you could feel the pleasure you shared, and something about that awakened a dark side of you that your old self would shudder to see. But your old self was gone; you were a Storm now. This was what you were remade for, and you fully intended to enjoy it.
Instinct kicked in once again when you could feel the urge to end him. You gripped him tight as your teeth formed jagged points, leaned in, and tore his throat out. He didn’t struggle, the poison of your song’s hold over him doing its job as a cloud of blood surrounded you. You let go and watched him drift away, dead at your hands, and you wanted more.
When you turned, you saw Chan dragging a sailor under and watched with rising desire as he touched and was touched. Their hands were all over each other and you swam past them, passing behind the man in Chan’s embrace. “Don’t worry, I fully intend to fuck you later.” Chan’s growl was punctuated by a burst of crimson as he bit out the man’s throat like you’d just done. When his eyes met yours through the cloud of blood, you hummed appreciatively then turned your attention to the next sailor.
Slowly the waves were dyed red as the three of you made quick work of the entire crew of the ship. The midday sun shone brightly overhead as you picked through the wreckage, looking for anything that caught your eye. This shipment had mostly been dried fruits and grain, but the captain’s quarters did have a small chest which contained some gold coins. Beyond that, nothing stood out, and you made your way back to the rocks by the wreck where Chan and Changbin waited, having already looked over the ship.
“Find anything you liked?” Chan asked as you hopped nimbly from rock to rock.
“No, but I guess not every ship is carrying troves of treasure.” You laughed as you made your way to him. The intensity of what you’d just done was slowly fading, but it was still taking every ounce of self-control not to jump Chan. You were even considering asking if Changbin could join.
“Right, let’s get this take care of the wreckage. Don’t want to leave any signs of what happened here.” Chan said, though his eyes were trained on you. Changbin stepped up to the bow of the ship and pushed with everything he had. Clearly those muscles were more than just nice to look at, and with a few mighty shoves, the bulk of the ship was freed from the rocks. He got in the water and pushed it further out to sea until it could sink freely beneath the waves.
“Chan...” You rasped quietly.
“I know a place nearby.” He answered with a knowing look in his eyes. “Really, I thought you would take longer to embrace this life. But I saw the way you worked purely on instinct, that insatiable look in your eyes.” He pulled you against him and whispered in your ear. “You’re just as depraved as the rest of us. It’s no wonder Calypso chose you for me; I’d eat anyone else alive, but you’ll feast alongside me.” He gripped your hip and you moaned as he kissed you hard, his lips forceful against yours.
“Changbin.” Chan pulled back enough to call the siren over; his voice a low growl. You could almost taste the change as Changbin walked up, too keen not to understand what Chan wanted. “We’re taking the long way home.” Chan said as he released you, though his hand still grasped yours firmly. Changbin merely nodded; his eyes already stormy as he walked past you and stepped into the waves gently lapping at the large flat rock you’d been standing on. Without another word, you and Chan followed.
Calypso drifted through the lofty halls of the Coral Palace. The entirety of the sprawling palace was formed from living coral by Nereus as a wedding gift for Calypso, and she adored it. All manner of sea creatures darted amongst the reef and as Calypso passed, they paused to pay their respects then continued on their way in her wake.
As she made her way to the throne room, Calypso’s hands felt clammy. An unexpected visit from the Dyad, mouthpiece of the Fates, was not what she had counted on today. Their arrival always brought a sense of dread, but showing up out of the blue was entirely unheard of in the millennia that the Fates employed their services.
The mouthpiece was a pair comprised of one human male and one human female. They were chosen from among the acolytes of the Temple of the Fates in a tedious ceremony that could take days, sometimes costing candidates their lives. When the pair were chosen, their memories were wiped and they lost all sense of self. Unfortunately, it isn’t a life that treats the human body kindly, and their bodies deteriorate until they simply wither away in a process that takes about a decade. Then the cycle begins again.
The Dyad were nameless vessels for power none truly understood. Calypso never did enjoy their visits, but she knew that turning them away would be welcoming the Fates’ wrath.
When Calypso reached the throne room, the intricately carved pearl doors opened of their own accord, her very presence commanding their obedience. To her dismay, the Dyad were already there, robes of crimson clashing with the pale blue glow of the throne room. Nereus already sat in his throne of coral, his eyes flicking to her as she swept up to the dais and took her place in the throne at his side.
“I apologize for my tardiness; I was in the far side of the palace when word reached me.” Calypso said with a polite nod.
“Worry not,” They replied in unison, “we were not waiting long.” A shiver ran up the back of Calypso’s neck, but she smiled graciously at them.
“Excuse my eagerness, but I believe I speak for both of us when I ask what has brought you so suddenly to our realm?” Nereus asked with a tone that Calypso knew to be of genuine concern. He knew as well as she did that this was not a normal occurrence.
“The darkness deepens. Fate is balanced on the edge of a knife; our world is in great peril.” They answered. Cryptic as always, it would seem.
“What darkness? How do we stop it?” Calypso asked as she leaned forward, unable to hide the worry in her voice. The Dyad were messengers of the Fates, but they rarely delivered ill news, and certainly not in all the time she abided them.
“Shore up your defenses. But be warned, the Fates cannot see beyond the shroud of the gathering darkness. You may act to your doom or salvation; we cannot know which.” They replied.
Calypso’s mind wheeled as she considered their words. A darkness that threatened not just their realm, but the entire world? What could she possibly hope to do against something so vast yet unknown?
“We have delivered the message. Should the Fates’ vision clear, we shall return. Until then, make ready your realm.” They bowed and in the blink of an eye were gone.
Nereus and Calypso sat in silence together, their minds churning as they considered how best to approach this threat. “Well, that was certainly not the news I was expecting to receive.” Nereus huffed, then sagged on his throne. He looked to Calypso and held his hand out to her; she took it and pinched the bridge of her nose with her other hand.
“Nor I.” Calypso agreed. “What should we do? It seems that doing anything is wrong after their warning, but I can’t just...”
“Do nothing.” Nereus finished her thought. Calypso sighed and nodded, looking at her husband in hopes that she may find the answer in his startling turquiose eyes. “I will inform the beasts of the deep to be ready should I call upon them. The merfolk too. They have been longing for war.” Nereus said with a frown.
“I will meet with Melodias. It’s time we prepared for conflict like the bygone days; every siren needs their Storm after all.” Calypso remarked with a note of bitterness. The Storms had always been a source of headaches for her, ever since her daughter became the first. Now, they could prove to be essential.