The Siren's Song

      As I basked alone in the stream beneath the clear crystal waterfall in my glistening Siren’s gown designed for young ladies, I admired the sun’s shimmer against the water. The sight filled my brain with sexual thoughts and sexual ideas. At this moment I recalled a prophecy from the Oracle where I would receive a mighty and relentless penis. At this moment I saw Herculo of the Eastern tribe emerging confidently, from a bramble bush, alone.

I had only heard of Herculo by rumor. He was unexplainably magnificent.  His mere presence caused my labia to tingle violently, like a can of Pepsi in a paint shaking machine, ready to rupture at any moment.

To describe his manly beauty was impossible. His hair; so curly and so bright that a mortal hairstylist would die if they tried manage or maintain it.  His physique was so prominent that his body was seemingly alien, his muscles so large, so perfect, it was as if his body was one giant undiscovered late-stage tumor. The sunlight glistened against his figure so sharply that if you stared directly at it you would become blind. I was now permanently blind.

“My dear,” his voice called to me, in my blind darkness.

“I have come for you,” he began, “it is the season of pregnancy and dance, and indeed, I have not come to dance.”

Indeed. It is every Siren’s dream to become impregnated by a True Hero’s heroic and unapologetic penis and sperm filled balls. The very thought of rocketing my evolutionary path in an incredible new direction with his aggressive sperm and our subsequent Hero Child caused me to forget about the clinical depression I had just succumbed to on account of becoming permanently blind.

I could feel him leap into the water and trudge toward me. Waves splashed about, erotically. I could feel his lusting energy shooting toward me. A PET scan of his brain at this very moment would show his brain activity morphed into the shape of an arrow pointed toward my begging vaginal hole. An MRI of my vagina would reveal no useful information.

I was suddenly lifted up by his mighty muscular arms. My Siren’s gown designed for young ladies evaporated as he lifted me off my feet at the speed of light, causing me to hear the sound of his heavy, sweat filled breathing both forwards and backwards at the same time. 

He then slammed my vagina and I down like a modern day wrestler onto his twelve yard-lengthed penis. My blindness makes this a mere estimation, because I felt in my body that his penis could have been infinitely-yarded. His Hero Penis was so large that it penetrated my spirit and soul; giving me infinite orgasms while also changing my religion and beliefs every millisecond.