Ellery Hears a Siren Song
Ellery saw her leaning against a tree down by the beach, only a few feet beyond the line between the sand and the grass, and instantly she grabbed his attention. She wore a dark blue dress that flattered her broad hips and big chest and curvy belly, the top cut so low that a single snip could turn it into a jacket, and one of her long alabaster legs was flexed with her heel resting against the trunk of the tree like she was a pinup girl from the Forties. She looked seductive and yet somehow vulnerable, as though she'd had a bit too much to drink a bit too early in the afternoon and she needed something sturdy to hold her upright, and the moment Ellery took notice of her he knew he wanted to learn more.
He left the path and went over to her, asking, "Ma'am, is everything alright?" And for a moment, Ellery got the oddest and most disorienting sensation as she opened her mouth to reply. He could have sworn at first that what emerged from her lips wasn't speech at all, just a high keening wail that pierced straight through his ears and into his brain and stabbed its way into some inherent center of his strength and volition to extinguish it in a single swift strike. But he knew that was absurd. The woman had a beautiful voice and she was speaking to him right now. She was offering to reward him for his kindness and thoughtfulness in soliciting her like that. She wanted him to come home with her.
"Of--of course, ma'am," he replied, his cock going through an entire cycle of swelling and stiffening and spurting its load into his trousers over the course of her speech. Ellery barely even gave a moment's thought to the ejaculate seeping into the denim fabric, though. His mind was on the reward she promised him as she took his hand--not chests of gold and jewelry and ancient silver statues carved by long-dead hands, those sorts of things were absurd and impossible and bound to raise suspicion in even the most enchanted mind. And Ellery was enchanted by the stranger, instantly and absolutely besotted with her. No, she promised him a roll of cash, some stock tips he could use to turn it into even more money, and… and oh. Yes. Her. Ellery's pace quickened, his gaze fixed sightlessly on the vision of her big breasts unveiling themselves and not on the white sand that was gradually transitioning to surf.
She spoke to him the entire time they walked, and if Ellery had a momentary spasm of confusion as the waves licked at his chin and he once again heard her voice as nothing more than an endless, ululating wail that translated itself in his mind as whatever he wanted to hear, it passed soon enough once he was under the water and her voice rang out so much clearer and more resonantly in his ears. She promised him peace and calm and endless pleasure, and Ellery found himself capable of all those things as his cock stiffened and spurted again and again under the influence of her beautiful, magical speech. It took his brain a few minutes to trust her enough to expel the last few bubbles of air from his lungs and take a deep breath, but by then he was already bewitched beyond the possibility of escape.
The beach stretched out for miles into the depths of the sea. Ellery and his new lover followed it. And he soon found new dreams to fill his empty and obedient mind.
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