Nestled right against her g-spot, it would keep her on the hardest of edges for hours when left on full. He liked to play with it while he was down the pub with his mates, he told them it was a game. Sometimes he let them have a go.
Supplies? Running her hand through the open bag on her desk, she nodded at the sound of potions jostling against one another. Check.
She threw the bag over her back and set out. Today. Today, she was going to get that title.
The local guild, partnered with some women in glasses (that had been there at the announcement, she recalled), came up with yet another level of prestige – and, much to her initial annoyance, she had fallen for it. She usually wasn’t one to fall for the guild’s latest trends. It was probably just a way to get certain adventurers up and out of there, instead of hanging around the guild and in town all the time, the drunkards, Bri thought as she rolled her eyes. Perhaps her interest this time was because she was uniquely situated for the quest.
In the depths of dungeons still barely explored, a certain creature had come to the town’s attention – for lack of a better name, the guild had decided to call them Sirens. Named after their sea-dwelling counterparts, Sirens were apparently otherworldly beautiful, enchanting, and mysterious, their faces partially obscured by their masks. The guild had initially thought their existence to be a prank by the researchers who insisted on ordering expeditions – but they had already lost several men, who set out to playfully attempt to unmask the ‘Sirens’ to see which women in town were in on the joke, within the last week.
One party of six returned the night before the announcement, having barely escaped – they spoke of the Siren that they had encountered, her sweet songs, the wonders of the Siren’s deadly beauty, the sting of the even deadlier magic she could cast, the way she seemed to take all of their hits without even flinching. Their eyes looked haunted, confused – and the very next day, the guild announced for all to hear that anyone who could bring back a Siren’s mask, would be bestowed the title and prestige of being the one who removed a Siren’s mask. Particularly detailed achievement-seeking adventurers immediately set out on the quest, but only few returned unscathed, the majority limping back or being carried back by their partners. Teams of five and six and eight would go at a time, and not all would come back at the same time. Two weeks later, and the first person the title was bestowed upon was someone who had gone hunting solo – a woman.
The guild was a bit of a boy’s club, and most of them had been skeptic, until one of the researchers in town confirmed that it was a Siren’s mask. Apparently, they could tell. Maybe they already had one, and were trying to get more. Maybe there were magical properties to it. Who knew? There was a stir at the guild and accusations went flying – namely towards the researchers, who reassured the guild that their only goal was to research more about the Sirens and that if the guild couldn’t help them, they’d be on their way to the next. When asked for tips on overcoming the Siren, the newly-titled adventurer seemed perplexed and didn’t understand the trouble people were having with it. Needless to say, it sparked another wave of adventurers, eager to earn the title now that it felt possible.
It only cemented the idea that beating the Siren would be a piece of cake for Bri – and so far, past the monsters and rooms and traps of the dungeon, she found herself looking forward to it. Leaning against the wall to take a quick breath, she braced herself for a fight. She could encounter the Siren at any moment, now. The monsters had gotten bigger, her enemies harder to overcome with every step deeper into the dungeon. She could only imagine the final boss being a Siren. But she’d be okay. Those adventurers, the ones that had failed – they were all too distracted and captured by her beauty. She smirked. Bri was better than that, beyond that. It wouldn’t affect her, even. Reaching into her knapsack and pulling out cotton, she carefully stuffed her ears. Just in case it was the song, too. A few tests confirmed that her makeshift earplugs worked.
Finally walking into a room that seemed mostly empty, Bri looked around in confusion, before her eyes grew wide. This was it. This was the room. The Siren could be anywhere now. She walked forward quietly, slowly. Looking around the room, she swallowed her anxiety. No use in getting nervous now.
Besides, she’d be fine, right? What would a Siren want with a girl? She’d return, at least, if not a little bit embarrassed for failing.
A blow from behind knocked her down to her knees, and she whipped her head up to look around to see who had done it. Nobody. As empty as ever. Cursing under her breath, she realized that she couldn’t hear the Siren’s footsteps because of the cotton. As she began to stand back up, she couldn’t help but notice a figure in front of her stepping out from the shadows.
It was her. It was the Siren. The Siren held a flute to her mouth, appearing to be playing it. Bri fought a grin threatening to spread across her face. She couldn’t hear anything. The music wouldn’t work on her. She walked towards the Siren boldly, drawing her weapon, and broke out into a run, hoping to catch the Siren by surprise by facing her head-on with confidence and stride. The Siren lowered her flute in surprise.
She had it!
She was going to do it!
That title was hers.
Bri’s thoughts of victory came to a screeching halt as the Siren dropped the flute to the floor and raised her eyes up to make eye contact.
Her eyes were beautiful, Bri could admit, but she was no silly drunkard playing adventurer, she was no wannabe playboy who had a guild card for appearance’s sake. She wasn’t going to fall for…fall for her seduction. If eye contact could be considered seduction.
She felt a faint rumble at her feet, a clatter. However she tried, she couldn’t seem to pull her eyes away from the Siren’s. With all of her strength, she mustered the will to look down at her feet, where her weapon lay, discarded – but didn’t have the energy or will to lean down and pick it back up. When had she dropped…her weapon? What was going on?
Her eyes felt magnetized as they almost immediately flew back to focus on the Siren’s eyes. The Siren walked towards her slowly, confidently, as Bri felt rooted into place, her legs unwilling to move, her feet unwilling to budge.
The Siren was drawing ever closer now. Her mask was beautiful – covered with dazzling decorations, it only really hid the Siren’s eyes, but the Siren didn’t seem too focused on protecting her identity anyway. Not when she was already so, so, so close.
Finally within arm’s length, the Siren put her hands on Bri’s shoulders and pet them, as if consoling her. The Siren spoke, but Bri could not hear her. Briefly confused at the lack of response back, the Siren realized her mistake and gently pulled out the cotton.
“Ah, there we go. You can hear me now, right? Respond.”
“Yes.” Bri couldn’t even stop herself from saying yes.
“Ah, what a silly rumor. You know, I just play the flute because I like it.” The Siren giggled, clearly pleased with herself. “But it’s so funny when people walk in here basically deaf and can’t hear me coming. Don’t you agree? I think you do. Say yes.”
“Yes,” Bri whimpered.
“Good,” the Siren sneered. “Keep your eyes wide, wide, wide open now!”
Bri’s eyes watered with effort as she stared helplessly into the dark depths of the Siren’s eyes, and found herself getting lost in them. This wasn’t supposed to happen, damn it, she was supposed to–
“You know, it’s really just everything about us.” The Siren sighed wistfully. “Life is so hard when people just do whatever you say. They can block their ears, they can take away their sight, but no matter what…” She teased a finger up Bri’s neck. “They always. Find. A way to obey. It’s such a shame,” the Siren pouted, her lips full and twitching, hinting at a hidden smile.
“Oh, you’re such a cute little thing, aren’t you?”
Bri couldn’t think of anything to say. She realized, with a sinking feeling, that it was starting to become harder to think of anything at all.
“Oh, wait. You’re such a cute little thing, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes!” Bri’s voice chirped back, regardless of her will. This was embarrassing. So much more embarrassing than just returning back to the guild without a mask. She wanted more than anything to pull away and turn around and run as fast as she could, but she just couldn’t bring herself to break eye contact with the Siren.
“You are cute, really. You know, I personally prefer girls…Hmm, let’s try…You’re such a cute little thing for me, yes? Say yes.”
“YES! Y-Yes?” Bri’s voice faltered, confused. She…She was… A sudden pounding in her head broke her focus, and she grasped at her head, her eyes squeezed shut as if to block out the pain. She was a cute little thing, but no, she was an adventurer for her? For, for… For herself, she loved adventuring, for herself, for herself for herself for herself for her for her for her. A cute little thing.
“Aww sweetie, I’m sorry. That might have been too confusing for you.” The Siren pulled Bri into a soft, warm embrace, and Bri couldn’t help but whimper and melt into her arms. She sank to the floor, her legs like jelly, and the Siren slowly lowered herself in kind.
“I’ll sing you a song, and you’ll feel alllll better…”
The Siren’s song took away the headache, and it took away all of the confusing thoughts, the small, weak thoughts that were confusing her, the thoughts that didn’t feel right…in all of her kindness, the Siren also made it easier to think again by helping the right thoughts feel clear, strong, bold. Bri wished she could understand the Siren’s song, but all she knew was that it sounded beautiful and that she just wished she could stay here forever and never leave. She opened her eyes and stared lovingly at the Siren, a trembling hand reaching towards her face.
“Hm? You want this?” The Siren smiled gently. She closed her eyes, waiting.
Bri pulled at the mask. Really, it was just fabric, and it fell away easily, but it was her mask. And Bri loved it. Loved it loved it loved it. She held it in her hand protectively, her thoughts of love and pleasure and worship interrupted by the Siren’s words.
“Up at me, sweetie.”
Bri looked back up at the Siren, her eyes watering with tears of joy, of reverence. Her body shook and trembled, and she squirmed in the Siren’s embrace. As her world went white, the last thing she saw were the Siren’s eyes, piercing, enrapturing, bliss, simply perfect…
The Siren cradled Bri in her arms and rocked her from side to side, humming and soothing her, slipping in mantras of praise for her and directives.
“You can’t stay here forever dear, and you do have to leave…” Bri whined softly in her haze, and the Siren smiled. “But do take the mask with you, as a token of your love for me, and to remember the time you spent with me…”
“And do bring some more of your friends back, soon.”
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