Steady were the long slender legs that carried her through the glowing,
frothing sea foam. Translucent scales fell away in glittering mists to reveal
womanly parts shining beneath milky moonlight. Never once did pale limbs
stumble or waver, for balance came to her naturally, as if practiced in a
previous life. Her toes curled in the dark sand & there was familiarity in the
motion. Coarse grains rubbed against sensitive skin until it was irritated PINK.
Why, unlike her mermaid followers, did she not have to wait & dry ? Why was
walking as easy as swimming for her ? Maybe it had to do with ancient siren
magic … or perhaps she was just different, like the SEA GODDESS Calypso
had suggested.
Her naked, willowy body moved with alien grace towards town. Salty blonde
tresses tossed gently in the breeze as she crossed over a small wooden bridge
onto cobblestone. She remained in the shadows, concealed by the shade of
night & a looming roof. Shameless as she was in her bare appearance, she
would not risk being spotted by groups of drunken pirates in this port. In fact,
appearing as invisible as possible was her first priority. Patiently she waited
among barrels until a tipsy young man wandered past her hiding spot. It was
then that she finally struck.
It didn’t take much to welcome him into her secret corner. As eager hands
roamed her body, hers did the same, undoing latches & buttons while he tried
to wrap his mind around this dreamlike sequence. The more distracted he was,
the better. Sharp teeth sunk into his thick neck, biting deep without hesitation,
until warm BLOOD bubbled up to greet her tongue. Clamping her hand over his
sobbing mouth, she moaned in delight over her meal, licking her lips in gratitude
for this easy prey. Between his muffled crying & her pleasured sounds, their
silhouettes appeared as nothing more than two individuals mating against a
building. Little would anyone suspect a murder taking place.
… Not that such a thing would be out of place in TORTUGA.
Once she had finished with him, she adorned his billowy shirt & trousers to cover
herself before entering the tavern ahead. She noted that the clothes smelled of
rum, a common beverage amongst the sailors she had feasted on before. In her
opinion, it made them taste better ... & easier to subdue, as well. When she entered
the loud establishment, she took to the wall in hopes of passing unnoticed. She
ignored any that tried to approach her, often walking away from those that dared
speak. They were only distractions. She desired words with only one tonight. While
the shouting of slurred shanties noisily filled the air, a unique laugh bounded over
the others & grabbed her attention. That laugh once echoed within an accursed
cave on Isla de Muerta, as it did all the way across the sea to the island she stood
on now. When she reached him, he was near the back of the room, surrounded by a
number of crew mates & the pleasures he'd lost some years ago. He seemed to be
in a VERY good mood tonight. Could it be the sword dangling from his hip ? His
newly acquired ship docked outside ? Or perhaps it was just the sugar sweet
revenge stuck in his golden grin. After shoving a cabin boy from his seat, Tamara
sat down in the chair nearest the pirate lord & faced him, fearlessly.
❛ How does it taste, CAPTAIN ? Your drink ? ❜
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