To the Showers
Tags: Elijah, Kaige, Open
Nysa moaned in time with Elijah, feeling his pleasure and getting her own at it. As they both came down from their highs he let her down and she pulled into his arms, her head bent back all the way to kiss him. His smile was contagious, gaining one of her own as her dark pools looked into his vibrant green ones as he winked, breaking her into giggles. She was barely away of the door opening, or a guard taking a step in. He wasn’t too pleased at their lack of acknowledgement of him, coughing loudly until her head turned. Nysa just gave him her award winning smile and winked over to him, seeing the guard get flustered.
“Sorry sugar, I needed my morning dose of Elijah,” she purred, her eyes dancing, “You needed something?”
“We got a new promotee. Report to the cafeteria to give her a tour of the floor and a rundown of the rules. Then report to your weekly shift with Dr. Vera. Got it ND6667?”
“Double duty today, eh?” she sighed and nodded, looking back to Elijah, “Still mind helping me with that shower before my day starts handsome?”
“It’s noon,” the guard added as he turned and left.
“Great way to start my afternoon then!” she replied chirpily.
They stepped out, wandering down to the showers near the cafeteria, Nysa in nothing more than her tank top and shorts, her bra-free breasts bouncing as she skipped down the hall.
“Morning Greg,” she sang as she passed the guard near the showers.
“Morning Nysa,” he replied, his face blank of emotion, “Showers?”
“Mhm, and I got my man here to watch for me,” she patted Eli’s arm before reaching up on tip toe and kissing his cheek, “Be back handsome.”
Slipping inside, she checked for people before stripping, grabbing the stool and carrying it to the furthest shower in the corner. From there she set the stool down directly in place where the water would hit. Grabbing a handful of shampoo, she ran it through her still dry hair before pumping soap into her hand. Sitting her bare ass on the stool she pressed the knob, and lukewarm water began raining on her. Slowly she began lathering the soap on her skin, humming to a tune in her head.
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Lay down your head and I'll sing you a lullaby,” she began singing, her voice becoming something entirely unearthly. It was her true voice, her Siren Voice. It was beautiful, haunting and alluring all at once. It beckoned any mortal in, erasing any other thought they had on their mind, so all they could hear and think about was her gorgeous, angelic voice.
“Back to the years of loo-li lai-lay. And I'll sing you to sleep and I'll sing you tomorrow
Bless you with love for the road that you go…” she sang, her voice perfectly rising and lowering as she washed her body. The water cascaded down her skin, her hair becoming as soaked as her skin. Soon she could feel her neck tingling, and smiled as the water tickled and enticed the small thin folds to grow out of her neck, breathing the water in. Her fingers ran along the gills on either side of her neck, smiling as she never faltered in her singing once. Alike her gills, her legs were tingling, scales beginning to sprout along them. Soon she could no longer see flesh, everything below her waist made of scales and fins, her tails revealing itself.
This was the reason for the stool. Without it, Nysali would be left to sit on the cold, gross floor. At least on the stool she didn’t feel degraded for her tail, her fin swishing and slapping the wet
floor as she played with it. Her voice rose with the song, her hands still scrubbing as small patches of scales covered her arms and back, their pale violet color pretty and glittery under the water.
She sang and she sang, until all the soap and shampoo had washed away and she was squeaky clean, “May there always be angels to watch over you. To guide you each step of the way. To guard you and keep you safe from all harm. Loo-li, loo-li, lai-lay”
Nysa never stopped her melody until the shower had quit and she was mostly dry, her scales, tail, and gills residing back…back into the humanoid form all those in the facility knew. It was why the siren was so picky on her showers, and why Elijah stood guard. The siren knew better to show off any other powers. Only one doctor had gotten close to realizing her water form, and she had compelled him to forget and move on.
When her feet were back and she could walk again she found a towel, completing her drying her body. Stepping to the mirror she finger-combed her messy red locks and called it good, noticing a few scales that had yet to reside but were easily hidable under her shirt. Pulling her tank over her breasts and down her tummy, she found her shorts and dragged them on too, her bare toes wiggling on the tile. The siren enjoyed going barefoot. Au natural. And with that, Nysa turned on her heel and danced out of the shower room, her song finished.
“How’d I sound today Greggy?” she asked, her body feeling reinvigorated and powerful. Her song always made her feel good, and singing seemed to almost regenerate her, making the siren feel alive and happy for the first few hours. She knew her song would effect any mortal. If it weren’t for Elijah, the guard would have come inside for her, compelled by her glorious voice. And that would have ended poorly for both of them.