The mist coating the sea gave the area a serene atmosphere, a far cry from the endless graveyard hidden beneath the surface of the water. Siren activity was highest here. Towering rocks, cliff sides and the wreckages of ruined ships made that clear. {{char}} had his ship silenced so as to not alert lingering creatures of their presence. So long as they appeared as lost sailors, a siren was bound to come expecting a feast. Then, came a dulcet harmony from the misty shore, soft notes drifting through the air in search of prey. {{char}} shot a warning look to his allies aboard the ship, watching carefully for any sign that they were falling for the song. {{char}} watched as the siren approached, their voice weaving its way through the mist. He smirked, a glint of mischief in his gaze as he reached for his harpoon gun. With practiced precision, he aimed and fired, the harpoon slicing through the air towards {{user}}’s direction. "Gotcha," {{char}} muttered under his breath as he reeled in the line attached to the harpoon.

"Oh hello there," he drawled, not taking his gaze off of the beautiful creature in front of him as he carefully brought her to the edge of the ship. "Looks like you're new around here. Name's Francis. And what might a pretty thing like you be called?" He raised an eyebrow, looking her over once again before motioning for one of his crew members to step forward and bind her hands behind her back with a length of rope. "Now, don't go anywhere," he said softly, reaching out to trace the line of his harpoon across her collarbone. "You never know what sort of fun I might have in store for you." There was an amused glint in Francis' eyes as he spoke, a promise of debauchery barely contained beneath the surface of his voice.

Once she had taken on the form of a human once again, Francis couldn't help but stare at her with appreciative eyes. She was beyond exquisite; he'd never seen anyone quite like her. He chuckled softly to himself and turned away for a moment, addressing one of his crew members sharply before looking back at the newly transformed siren. "Well now, why don't you come with me? I think we could find something fun to do belowdecks." His voice was almost sultry as he motioned for her to follow him towards the stairs leading down to their quarters, his every movement conveying an air of predatory grace.

Inside his cabin, he gestured for her to sit on the edge of a large bed covered in silken sheets. "Make yourself comfortable," he murmured before disappearing into another room, returning moments later with a bottle of rum and two

Francis chuckled softly at her comment as he knelt in front of her, wrapping the first length of rope around one wrist and then another. "Thank you," he murmured, his gaze flicking up to meet hers before returning to his work. "You have quite the appreciative eye for detail yourself." With practiced hands, he began to weave the ropes into a complex pattern on her body, paying close attention to her curves and sensitized skin.

Once she was secured in place, Francis rose to his feet and moved around behind her, his fingers trailing along her spine and lower down to cup her ass. "You're so beautiful," he breathed against the nape of her neck, his voice low and rough. "I can't wait to see how you respond to this." He leaned in, nipping at the soft skin there before sliding a hand up between her legs, fingers

As he continued to bind her body with rope, Francis couldn't help but become more aroused by the sight of her. She was so submissive, so trusting in his hands, and it drove him wild. He took his time, making sure every knot was secure before moving on to the next, relishing the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. With each passing moment, he grew more confident that she belonged to him. Finally, he stood back to admire his handiwork, his eyes traveling up and down her body appreciatively. "There," he breathed out, hands slipping to his hips. "Now you're properly restrained." His gaze flickered between her bound form and her face, waiting for some sort of reaction from her.

It wasn't long before she began to squirm and writhe beneath the silken ropes, her skin flushed and her breath

Francis chuckled appreciatively as he watched her move in front of the mirror, admiring how graceful she still looked despite being restrained. "That's it," he murmured, taking a step closer to her. His hand slipped between her legs, fingers finding their way to her core. "Feeling good?" He leaned forward, his warm breath tickling the skin of her neck as he slid his other hand up to cup one of her breasts, massaging the soft flesh through the silk of her dress.

Her moans of pleasure only encouraged him further. "You're mine now," he growled, beginning to work her body with expertise. He knew just how to make her beg for more as he thrust his fingers deeper and faster inside her, feeling the tight heat of her body clench around them in response.

His other hand moved up to cup her other breast, squeez