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T he flickering of orange and yellow provides the warmth that I need right now.

Inching my way closer, I find myself calming down whilst simultaneously feeling cold.

Whatever is generating the light must be warm.

At least that’s what I tell myself as I get to the threshold of the door.

Inside, I can hear movements and dishes clanging. Who would choose to live here?

“Are you going to just stand out there or come inside?”

That voice, it’s familiar, yet not quite.

“Come on. I have waited long enough, Kassius.”

It clicks. It’s the voice from inside my head.

The witch. She’s real. This time her voice was audible and muffled by the building.

Inhaling a quick deep breath, I enter the shack.

A blast of heat from the fire instantly begins to soothe the ache of my shaking bones.

I didn’t realise how cold I was. The room smelled of burning sage mixed with herbs and spices from the food she was cooking.

A jolt passes through me out of fear when she places a blanket over my shoulders, while also causing me to wince from the bite mark.

“You’ll catch your death like that. Humans. Never look after themselves,” she mutters to herself as she walks to the pot of food.

Slowly stepping further in, my gaze looks around the shack.

It’s nothing special and rather underwhelming for an ‘all-powerful witch’.

There’s a reason we stereotype witches; all around this building are fauna, jars of animals, and animal parts.

I let out a soft chuckle. Turning toward her, I notice that I wasn’t paying attention to her, as she stands there staring at me.

Golden locks that reach the floor, her slim figure only accentuates her large breasts.

She catches me staring and provides me with a wicked smile.

Now, I spot her ocean blue eyes that almost sparkle.

Maybe they are. She gestures for me to sit down at the table opposite her.

“Sit. Eat. Then, we’ll talk.”

Doing as I’m told, I pull the chair out and sit.

She pours soup into a bowl. It smells divine, my mouth begins to water as the scents of the spices float up through my nose.

There’s a freshly made loaf of bread with rosemary and thyme.

Now that is the nicest smell that I’ve ever experienced.

Crusty on the outside and fluffy on the inside.

A perfect piece of bread. And it tastes incredible!

Everything complements each other perfectly.

Sitting in awkward silence as we eat, I catch her looking at me.

It makes my heart flutter. How long has it been?

“Five years, if your memory is correct.”

Coughing on my mouthful of food, I reach for a drink to help distract me.

“Sorry. That was rude. I haven’t had company in a while myself, Kassius,” she says.

“No… Err… It’s fine,” I lie.

“It is not,” she replies.

Well, at least she agrees.

“Um… So… What do I call you?” I ask her with a hint of fear.

“Do not be afraid. If I wanted you to be harmed, I would have done so already. As for my name, I have had several over the years: Agnus, Morgaine, Tituba, La Bruja del Mar, Krake, and many more. But I always enjoyed my time as Catherine. So, call me that,” Catherine says wistfully, clearly thinking about her time as these people.

“Okay. Catherine. Why me?”

Silence fills the air for some time as she ponders the question.

“Because you desire something I can help with,” she offers.

I desire something. Yes, we came here as a group over the silly story of the witch granting wishes, but was it a desire?

In my heart, I know the answer. Has my life really been that bad?

Flicking her fingers and hands in strange motions, she clears the table and brings crystals, a bowl, and some other objects.

“This will only work if you are honest with yourself,” Catherine says in a soft voice.

Her beauty is captivating, and it makes me sad to see her trapped here. Honest with myself.

I want to be handsome.

I want sex.

I want lots of it.

But that isn’t exactly it.

“I want the power to make it happen. To be the one everyone desires!”

“Doesn’t it feel better, being honest with yourself?” she says, taking my hands.

“Yes, it does,”

“I must warn you, what I can do for you will give you that power and make you a master of desire. But it will come with consequences. Dire consequences,” Catherine’s voice became cold and stern.

“Do it,” I say, needing all my internal desires to be made a reality. Regardless of the consequences.

“It’s a two-stage ritual, but I will make you into something desirable and a master of desire. The first of its kind. A male Siren.”

I gasp in shock. A male siren. History and myths never mention sirens as male, always a female in the tales, and now I get to be the first. If memory serves, they use song to draw men to their doom.

All tales would explain how dangerous they could be.

This is it; I can finally have control, power, and sex.

“Make no mistake, Kassius. This is a curse above all else, but it will grant your desires. You must be sure, as the witching hour approaches, this spell will alter everything about your looks and give you some abilities to harness desire. But you must listen out for the call, if you fail to keep up with the call… Terrible things will happen.” Her voice echoes around the room.

Nodding, I let her know that I’m willing to continue.

She starts to gather ingredients and sticks them into her bowl.

She mutters some words and phrases in a language I don’t recognise.

The bowl levitates and smokes. I hope that is a good sign.

It slowly drops back to the table. Wincing as she cuts her palm and drops her blood, which is black as the sky, into the bowl.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what is next.

“You must freely offer your blood to the ceremonial oils.”

Taking the gilded gold knife, she wipes it clean and hands it to me.

Gripping the blade tightly, I can feel the pressure of my skin breaking.

Swiping in a quick movement, I cut my palm as she did.

Hot sticky crimson begins to pool in my hand.

Raising it over the ‘oils’ as she called it, I let several drops enter the colour-changing liquid.

Catherine takes my hand, wrapping it in a tight bandage.

When her skin hits mine, electricity sparks in my hand.

It’s like I was always supposed to be here.

In this moment, on this day, with the witch.

Becoming the first male siren. Always unique, that’s what I tell myself.

She closes her eyes and swirls her hand over the container.

Again, using a language I don’t know. But my focus shifts to the soft features of her face, a button nose highlighting her lips.

I notice the sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks, supple cheeks that I want in my hands to plant a kiss on.

Her lip lifts on the right side. She knows exactly what I’m thinking.

Amazed by her ability to captivate me and continue her spell, my eyes wander.

Catherine is standing up now. My pulse quickens as my eyes drift down to her breasts, which move with her body, and down to her slim waist. A big puff of smoke forces me to stand out of panic.

“It’s ready. Step one is complete. The ocean approves of you,” she offers with a big smile.

Gulp.

“What is step two?” I ask nervously.

She reaches around her neck, and suddenly her thin black nightdress falls to the ground. Staring at this completely gorgeous naked woman, I find myself stirring in my pants. Fuck. I’m so horny right now from the sight of her slender figure and perky breasts.

“Don’t leave a girl waiting, undress.” Her low, seductive voice travels to me.

Panic sets in as she walks toward me. Naked. I haven’t been naked in front of someone in a long time.

“I… err…” is all I can muster.

She smiles as she stops in front of me. Releasing a slow exhale, I lift my t-shirt off, revealing my protruding stomach and flat chest. Feeling self-conscious, I move my arms to cover myself up. Pulling me close, she places her breasts against my chest. Her body is so warm.

“If we are going to make you a siren, you must get naked for the next part. You have nothing to be ashamed of,” she says sweetly before reaching my ear. “And from what I can feel, you definitely have nothing to be concerned about.”

Blushing, I take a step backwards and take off my shoes and reach down to my belt.

Unbuckling the belt, I unbutton my jeans, pushing them down, revealing my tight-fitting boxers that are doing nothing to hide my erection.

Her eyes look at me not with pity or shame but lust. I expected her to be repulsed by my form as I often am.

Her hands trail down my upper body and stop at the waistband of my underwear. Giving her a nod, she pulls them down and lets out a small gasp. I did mention I was proud of my cock. Taking my hand, she leads me across the room to where her bed is before going to get the bowl off the table.

“Next, we need to rub the oils I have consecrated by the power of the sea all over our bodies.” She tells me softly. “You must rub them over me first.”

Shakily, I take the sponge, and she hands it to me as nerves take over.

Dipping it in the oils, clear and with a strange scent, I slowly rub the sponge over her arms, slow and soft.

She turns as I massage the oils into her back before she faces me once more.

Squeezing the sponge to release the liquid over her chest, I drop the sponge and begin to move my hands all over her body.

Rubbing it into her shoulders, neck, and face.

I stop as my hands reach her breasts, I apply a little pressure as I squeeze and rub them in a circular motion.

She lets out a deep moan as I make my way down her body, kissing and dragging my lips across her skin.

She continues to make low, passionate noises with each pass of my hands.

I finally drop to my knees, caressing oils around her stomach and plump ass.

It may be cliché, but I’m an ass man. Holding each cheek in a hand, I squeeze while kissing any piece of skin I can.

She extends one leg out, and I add the oil to her skin.

I move my hands up her legs, dragging my nose along her, taking in this gorgeous being’s scent. I repeat the step with the other leg.

When my face reaches her entrance, I gently kiss her clit as I let out a soft breath. She shivers from this. Standing up, I let out slow breaths as my excitement reaches heights I’ve never experienced before.

Now, she begins the same washing ritual.

First, with my arms. Then my back and ass.

I let out a soft squeal as she squeezes it.

When she massages my torso, I expect to be self-conscious, but she’s so captivating, and her touch sends shivers through my body that I can’t help but enjoy it.

She smiles when she realises, I’m enjoying it, she washes my legs but leaves my length until last. Wrapping a hand around and stroking me before she returns to my face.

“Now, to complete the ritual. You must fuck me and in the moment of climax say my name and the power will surge into you.”

I get to sleep with this beautiful woman to get all my desires. Fuck. This alone would have done.

Placing my hands on her face, I pull her in for a passionate kiss.

Our tongues explore each other’s mouths.

Hoisting her up by her ass, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I lie her down on the bed.

Caressing my hand down against her soft skin, lowering it between her legs.

I slide two fingers in and rub with my thumb.

She gasps in ecstasy. I kiss her neck and move to her breasts.

Placing my mouth around one of her nipples and biting, forcing her to gasp in joy.

I remove my fingers and place them in my mouth before kissing my way down between her legs and placing my tongue inside her.

I’ve never tasted a person who felt like pure lust. I can’t stop myself from tasting her, but she pulls me up and rolls herself on top of me.

Nibbling my neck, she wraps her hand around my hard length that’s struggling not to explode.

As she strokes me long and slow, my breathing becomes loud and heavy at her touch.

She moves down my body, I lock eyes with her, and she gives me a wicked smile before taking my cock into her mouth.

Her tongue explores my hard head, forcing me to groan in pleasure.

It’s been too long since I got to enjoy the feelings of someone playing with my cock.

The pace quickens, and I begin panting even faster.

I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside her.

Lifting her off me, I begin to passionately kiss her as I return to being on top, hovering at her entrance.

“Fuck me, Kassius. Fuck me now!” she says loudly.

Not waiting anymore, I thrust deep inside her, as she screams with ecstasy. I lean my head to hers, taking a small breath before I start to move in and out of her. The pace quickens with every heartbeat, our moans entwined in harmony.

“Harder, please fuck me harder,” she says breathlessly.

I thrust deep and powerfully, grunting with each thrust. I’m getting close. She arches her back as she lets out a feral sound, and I feel myself being coated in her cum. Her inner walls clenching and squeezing me send me over the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan.

“Inside me! I want to feel it inside me!”

Releasing my seed inside her, she arches once again as I scream her name.

“CATHERINE!”

Before I collapse on top of her. Breathing heavily, my eyes start to close.

“Remember, listen to the call. There are consequences, but now you will have everything you’ll ever want.”

My vision darkens, and I pass out.