Picture Of Siren Head の小説・ストーリー

The Queen obediently lay down on the edge of the bowl, allowing the Siren to lick herself, leaving silvery streaks of saliva and milk on her skin. The monster's fish tail split into octopus tentacles. Without stopping caressing the woman's breasts with her hands, the Siren sang, leaving layer after layer of viscous mucus on Her Majesty's body. Regina was arching with pleasure, holding on to the edge of the bowl with one hand and her own hair with the other.

Nobody knows what they look like, nobody's lived long enough to tell. It was the usual serene wind that blanketed the night of 1876, the same cold breeze, some may even call it a loveless touch, caressing the tides and pulling ferrymen into sin, down, down, down, until they drown. It has been a longtime warning not to sail after midnight, word on the street is that a siren was born, furious and vengeful because of the death of a previous lover. She sings a tranquil lullaby, with the voice of an angel and face likewise. She would show up in the middle of the ocean, amidst the cerulean waves and the storm that comes along every breath she takes. Eyes glowing in color like that of where she liv

"Who is Egon and are you truly sirens, am I really one?" "Yes." The woman's green eyes glowed under the moonlight and Maris admired them. "Egon is our leader for now, since we lost you." "We?" "Sirens. Look at this," she pointed at her wrist and Maris noticed it had the same symbol as hers. A full stop surrounded by six commas just like the sun. "It's a prove we're sirens from the Criadora kingdom." The siren pinched herself and rubbed ever slowly on the symbol and Maris winced, glancing down at her own wrist to see her symbol glowing yellow.

All of their eyes were set on me. For sure it was a little creepy. I tilted my head, staring the siren sitting at the front. She looked the oldest of them all. And she also looked more powerful than the rest. I intertwined my fingers with Zeus' fingers. The sirens are known to be as tricky as the God Loki was. That's why, I just couldn't trust that look on their faces. I left Eve's cape on the hands of Moon. I didn't want her to go crazy if the sirens started singing again.

Why? Siren. A true siren. A true enchantress. Look down. Listening to my dragon, I gazed downwards and tilted my head at the sight of the people staring at me like I was their goddess Luna. I started to square my shoulders and raise my chin, but they were already in place and for some reason, their interest unfazed me.

The world serpent in Norse mythology, and he is Artemis’s mate. I move past them both towards the entrance and inside. I move further forward and out into a city. Passing other sirens, but their colour is different. The camouflage with the ice so their tails and fins are white, their scales are pearl like. I move further in as the sirens surround me and I wait for the leader of the colony to come forward. He does and I smile at him, my friend Samuel. “Old friend, it is good to see you. You know why I am here?” I ask him and he bows to me and so do the others.

It spoke of what a shiny sharp objects that sliced through the neck of the siren's son would do to the future of the community. The mother siren's wail was immediate, filling the hall with a shout of despair. Claws escaped her webbed digits, gills covered her arms, fins spread out like wings just not as wide. She screeched forcing everyone to covered their ears as she pushed against the guards to get to her son. She didn't need to, she was allowed. The hall was still again. All heads stuck to the sight before them, unsure whether it were a royal show or it had actually happened.

Her head snaps in my direction and her singing stops. “Don’t stop. That was beautiful.” I say gruffly. “Stay away.” She shouts, even her speaking voice is deep and raspy. I see her pointy little teeth and her coal-black eyes, her Siren is in control. Her iridescent blue tail slaps the water in a warning. Normally, Sirens would be all for leading a man to their watery death, but not before claiming their bodies to sate their carnal desire. This Siren is different though because she’s mated. I step closer, and a hiss releases from her lips, and I know I only have minutes before she starts chanting to make the water do her bidding. I make a mad dash to the lake, my tiger, Hugo, urging me to go

Said, Kathleen. "All under your grace, Lady Kathleen. I've been curious, as always," The older-looking siren with horns that projected from his purple, almost bald head turned towards Laura. He looked at her with a curious gaze. She had only acquainted with the three Sirens who came by the palace of the werewolves, and only them. Laura could feel the mixture of auras from the old siren in front of her. It made her slightly uncomfortable. In normal human terms, it was social anxiety that she was experiencing.