Darkness spread across land and sea, turning the slow moving waters around the approaching island from blue to black as the last vestiges of sunlight hid behind threatening storm clouds. Autumn glanced up at those clouds with a frown. Her eyes stared ahead, deep brown like molasses and filled with determination. Slender but athletic muscles flexed as the pirate drove her oaken oars into the water. Each push sent Autumn's little rowboat gliding further away from the black masts of her looming galleon and closer to a new adventure, her long mahogany hair billowing about her caramel shoulders in the wind.
Ever the trickster, Autumn slipped away from the rest of her pirate crew. The crew drank, sang, and danced away the night in merriment, oblivious to the missing rowboat and its stealthy occupant. They could have all the rum they wanted, Autumn thought, a mischievous smirk curling at the corner of her mouth as she entered the mouth of the island cave. The treasure on this island promised to be quite a loot, especially if the pretty little elf that Autumn plied the information from was worth her salt. Those riches would be all her's, and she did not intend to share a single piece.
Of course, there would be nothing for Autumn to hoard until she found the treasure, and she knew that would be no easy task. This was an uncharted island, after all. None had seen or heard of the treasure for hundreds of years. Even worse, all Autumn had to help her find it was a dusty old map, her wits, and the trusty revolver at her waist. Any number of traps, pitfalls, or even monsters might await the pirate to ruin her quest, but that was exactly what made it so exciting. Exploring the unknown, living free, and taking what you want, it's what the life of a pirate was all about.
Once inside, thoughts of treasure swirled in Autumn's mind, her boat slowly gliding through the dark waters of the cavern lagoon. All was quiet inside the cave but for the soft patter of the rain outside. The darkness was so thick, Autumn could hardly see her own hands. The pirate quickly lit a torch, holding it aloft to better see her way. The golden light of the flame stretched out within the cavern, dancing along the ebony rock walls and the shimmering surface of the deep blue lagoon. Even without the help of her map, Autumn could tell that this was the right place. It had to be. There was just something about this cavern that screamed treasure.
Then suddenly, Autumn heard something. The pirate bolted upright in surprise. She rested a hand upon her trusty revolver, straining her ears to hear what new danger might lay ahead. It was a faint feminine voice, far off in the distance. The woman was singing, Autumn could tell, but her voice was so soft, the pirate could hardly make out the words. One thing was for sure, there was definitely something oddly alluring about that song. It was as if the mysterious woman was reaching out to the pirate, calling to her, and pulling her along with a soft silky thread.
Autumn had only but a small taste of the music, but she already knew she wanted to follow that trail. Each word became more intoxicating than the last, making it so tantalizing for Autumn to be this close to her destination and yet still so far. Somewhere in the back of Autumn's mind, she knew she should be concerned, alarmed even at the revelation that she was no longer alone in this cavern. No one was supposed to know about this place but her. It was uncharted, supposedly abandoned for years. Any good pirate knew that only the rarest of treasure was worth searching for. How else would it remain ripe for the picking after so many years?
Yet, this strange woman's soprano notes told a different story. There was something wrong about how right that song made Autumn feel. She knew in her gut that she should turn around, run even, but her heart didn't care what she thought. It sang with joy each time the pirate paddled herself closer to the beautiful singer. Autumn was enchanted, spiraling into a fantasy quest with nary a thought for her own safety as she turned left at a fork in the cave to follow that beautiful song. The pirate couldn't think of anything else now, not what she would do to that pretty little elf if this was a trap. Not even her dusty old map as it lay upon her lap, vainly pointing in the opposite direction.
The voice reached out to Autumn, soothing the intrepid pirate's nerves. It was soft and relaxing at first, coaxing the pirate deep within the mysterious lair, guiding her through a maze of so many twists and turns that Autumn no longer had any idea where she'd gone. Or how to get back. Autumn didn't care. All of Autumn's thoughts centered on the serene beauty of this lovely woman's voice, and how lovely the singer must be. Surely, at least as lovely as the song itself, and that was out of this world! The pirate in Autumn screamed with joy. She had to see this woman, to have her this very instant, even if it was the last thing she did.
Each powerful thrust of an oar sent Autumn hurtling closer to the woman behind that beautiful voice, closer to happiness, closer to ecstasy. The pirate could feel the words of the enchanting song feasting upon her desire, molding it, stoking it, and making her yearn for more. She was pulled along a roller coaster ride of musical bliss through this strange maze of twisty passages. Autumn's anticipation rose when the music grew stronger. The very notes of the song seemed to come alive, sucking in the energy of the enthralled to fuel their quickly rising crescendo. The song was quite a thing to behold even by itself. No flowery tale could do this song justice. It sounded like something mythic bards and angels might sing to please the gods and goddesses. It was rich with flavor, wonderful for its complexity, yet beautiful for its simplicity at the same time.
When Autumn finally came upon the final turn, she couldn't believe what she saw. A beautiful mermaid with long, flowing locks of platinum hair sat like royalty upon an outcropping of glimmering shale rocks across the moonlit atrium at the center of the cavern. Autumn's heart raced with excitement. So many joyous feelings swirled through her chest that she couldn't help but smile. It was all the pirate could do to keep herself from jumping straight into the water to reach her quarry.
The mermaid was the picture of beauty, singing this wondrous song atop her perch. Her upper body was soft, slightly pale like vanilla cream, perfectly blending with her platinum blonde hair that flowed upon her shoulders and back. While the mermaid's upper form was slender, her majestic fish tail was powerful, strong enough to send her rocketing through the sea, yet still curvy enough to be elegant and sexy. Her scales were deep blue like sapphires shimmering in the moonlight, whether it be on her long and curvy lower form, the little fins poking from within her hair near her ears, or the iridescent anchor shaped tip to her tail, swaying back and forth within the water. This mermaid may not have been the treasure Autumn was searching for, but she was certainly a jewel of the sea all the same.
She gazed upon the intruder to her lair with her serene blue eyes just as she reached the climax of her sweet song. It filled the whole cavern now, echoing upon the ebony rocks like an orchestra of one. The melody plucked at Autumn's heartstrings with words like only a virtuoso could. It sent her mind soaring into clouds of fantasy and her body spiraling into raging hellfires of lust. Autumn tore off her clothes like they burned, letting out a lusty growl that would make even a succubus blush. She tugged at her boots, nearly flipping them off the side of the rowboat in her haste to pull off her tunic at the same time. Mahogany hair whipped wildly over Autumn's tanned shoulders, and once she'd finally rid herself of her soaked pants and undergarments, she stared out lasciviously at the object of her desire.
Without even stopping to think of what she was doing, Autumn arched and dove right into the pool of water after her newfound treasure. Her body, usually nimble from a life at sea, struggled to move forward through the water. Her limbs were weak with lust and felt like jelly, but the pirate pressed on anyway. She had come too far to lose her treasure now. Luckily, the mermaid dove into the water as well, gliding effortlessly beneath it to meet the pirate far less than halfway.
The mermaid grasped Autumn's body firmly when they met, pulling her close with surprisingly strong arms. The two women pressed their breasts together in a tight embrace, bodies grinding soft and slick with water that seemed to glisten in the moonlight, the mermaid's strength drawing a raspy moan from Autumn's quivering lips.
"Who are you...?" Autumn asked, gasping in bewilderment and desire at the sight of the smiling siren floating in front of her in the moonlit cave. Her body arched and she wrapped her legs around the mermaid's powerful tail, toes curling with the feel of its form slithering along her inner thigh and down all the way to her feet, teasing her with every touch.
"I could ask you the same thing, adventurer," the mermaid replied with a giggle. She hoisted Autumn up upon her tail, making the pirate straddle and grind against it, drawing yet more moans from the lustful woman's lips while showing her just who was in control of whom.
"You may call me Kaia, if you wish. I wonder... who might this pretty little wanderer be, come barging into my home like she owns the place?" Kaia asked in bemusement, stroking two fingers through Autumn's wavy hair. She leaned close to place a tantalizing kiss upon Autumn's neck, lightly tickling the pirate's soft flesh with the tip of her tongue.
"Autumn," the pirate managed to stammer in reply, her body quaking with excitement. She leaned her head back, mahogany hair flowing down her shoulders to expose more of her flesh to the mermaid's wonderful little kisses. Autumn was on the precipice of ecstasy even now, only able to contain her desire because Kaia held her in place.
"It's not like you had a sign on the place," Autumn started to protest but stopped short when Kaia placed a finger to her lips, instead sucking on the tip of it hungrily.
"Shush my seasonal named little vixen. You know it is very rude to break into people's homes? Ha, look at how cute you are... let me show you what happens to pretty little adventurers who fall into my clutches," Kaia chided, staring at Autumn with her deep blue gaze just as one of her hands slid down the pirate's athletic form to cup her quivering womanhood.
