A high-pitched giggle rings through ny head. I try to block the sound by covering my ears, but the sound remains just as clear. I'm hearing voices in my head. "Oh I'm sorry. That's my fault. Silly Mel."
"Um, who are you? And why do I hear you in my head?" I turn around the empty living room, but the voice directs me to the top of the stairs. A beautiful girl with dark honey skin and long purple dreads pulled back into a ponytail is there, sitting in a wheelchair with her bottom half wrapped up in a blanket. "That would be me. Sorry I get too excited some times and I forget to control myself. I'm just so happy to meet someone new!" I'm watching her but her lips haven't moved this whole time. She's just sitting up there smiling at me.
"Give me a minute and let me come down and say hi." She wheels herself down a few doors and climbs into an elevator I didn't know could exist in this ancient house. And once she pops out she parks her chair right in front of me. Once again, she smiles but I can hear her voice in my head. "My name is Melanie Clemente and it's so nice to meet a new person here. I only arrived two or three weeks ago myself. And a werewolf too, wow! What's your name?"
"Joe DiAntonio. And how are you doing that? The talking in my head thing. What are you?"
"Oh yeah, sorry. Silly Mel. I'm a mermaid." The girl leans forward and unwraps her legs a little from the bottom to reveal the edge of a bright indigo fin covered in slick, shiny scales. "I'm pretty new at this, but the books in my room say that merpeople talk like this underwater so humans can't hear them. But if we actually speak we could make someone do things that... aren't very nice."
Knowing what I know now, it's not hard to imagine that a mermaid can exist with siren powers. I'm already feeling drawn to her myself. She's absolutely gorgeous. I can see her fit form through her tight UCLA sweater. She really has strong looking arms and shoulders and her waist is tiny. Her breasts are pretty big and full for someome so fit as they attempt to eat up the letters 'C' and 'L' from her top. I can see traces of a six pack underneath her massive breasts. But then her hips flare out wide as she sits on what seems to be a very impressive looking booty for being wrapped up in a blanket. But even though body is this magnificent, it does not compare to her face. She has giant blue eyes that sparkle with long black lashes dripping off of each lid. Her skin is flaeless save for three small and almost unmoticeable slits on either side of her neck. Gills. "So you're like a siren?"
Her face lights up and she opens her mouth to speak, but closes it with a smile. "You understand! Arlene and the others have been trying to help, but most of the past mermaids don't stay here too long and go back to the ocean. There's not much in the books on anything else but a warning about the voice and to keep my tail moist."
God, even though she is talking through her mind, they way she says moist is super sexy. Is she sure her siren powers don't include her thoughts? I cross my legs so she can't see any stirrings but I'm starting to feel strange. My eyes keep darting from her breasts to her butt to those big full lips that I want to... Jesus get a hold on yourself Wolfy! I have to flex to try to control myself from ramming my-STOP IT!
"God you're so sexy" Mel moans into my head. I look at her with a raised eyebrows and her face flushes. "Wait, did you hear that? Gotta remember to turn off the connection when I think about the buff werewolf. Dammit!" She starts nervously breathing, her chest bouncing up and down as she bites her juicy bottom lip. Why does everything about her scream sex?
"I want you" Mel slips out, but this time not with her mind. She actually spoke out the words 'I want you'. And as soon as she does, my entire world goes numb. Everything turns foggy and muffled, except for the mermaid in front of me. She is as clear as day.
I mumble back, under her spell "You want me."
Her eyes go wide in my vision, but she still holds on to me. "Oh no what have I done," she speaks. "I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry Joe. You just have this aura, this scent. I can't control myself very well, and especially around you."
Like a zombie I repeat it back. "You can't control yourself, especially around me."
"Joe, I don't know what to do. But i don't the others to find out and they'll be down for breakfast any minute now. What should I do?"
Like a robot, I spout out what feels the most right to say. "I am yours. Use me however you wish. Take me into your depths to be used only by you."