Chapter 23
For so many years, I have allowed the inhibitions of my humanity to chain me. With Wake, I'm free.
He thrusts his entire length into me with every stroke. But what had pushed me past the limits of my own pleasure only moments ago no longer satiated me.
I need more. I yearn to see my lover at his wildest, to deliver the same world-ending pleasure that he's given to me.
I feel as if I could fly, swim, rule the oceans. A great creature without equal. A goddess without an ounce of insecurity. All the while my lover's melody plays in my ears, wrapping me in a cocoon of invulnerability.
I take the hand he has clenched in my hair, and lick and suck my way up each individual finger, running my tongue across the sharp claws.
His hand tightens around my hip, the claws biting into my skin as they did when he held my face, cutting and healing in a continuous cycle. Without warning, I pull away, turn and shove Wake back with a strength I don't have on my own.
He falls back, his song never wavering, as the heat of challenge enters his expression. He isn't insulted by my audacity. Instead, he's thrilled by the newfound competition.
He wants to see what I'm made of, to know if I'm strong enough to hold up against the worst of his bestial passion. Fueled by my newfound invincibility, I'm eager to prove that I can take that and more.
On hands and knees, I prowl up his body, determined and confident, and run my lips across the scales that line his tail until I reach the bifid slits, from which protrudes his slick, pulsating cock.
I long to taste it, to feel the weight of it on my tongue, and with my lover's song resonating through me, I know that getting what I want is as simple as taking it.
And, so I do.
Sucking the dark red tip between my lips, I sink down, relishing the moan that turns into a growl when my tongue glides over one of the textured glyphs on its surface. Each rib and rise rubs enticingly, dragging across the length of my tongue as I slide him in and out.
Wake bucks his hips, trying to control my pace, trying to sink into the back of my throat, but I swat at his hip, reminding him, this is my show, I will do this the way I want to.
Still, that does not deter him. The instant he recovers his composure, his callused fingers brush aside a curtain of damp hair and move across my head until his hand is resting over my jaw. He rubs his palm gently along my skin in silent urging, a tenderness from a being that until tonight has only shown violence.
And, where any other being would be lulled into security, I smile inwardly, recognizing the beast beneath. He is learning quickly what will work and what will not, and his cunning, despite the urgency in his voice when he croons softly for more, encourages me to comply. After all, I do enjoy seeing him undone like this...
Cupping his heavy testes, I alternate sucking and stroking while rolling each one lightly. I lift a single one to my tongue, running its textured surface against the tip before taking both between my lips and lightly suckle.
Wake hisses and groans, his fingers tightening as he gives in. And, still, his song does not falter.
Still holding the sack, I glance up the hard ridge of his torso to find him gazing hungrily, an erotic combination of pleasure and power. To feed my own need, I begin to move my hips, grinding my slick slit across the ridges of his scaled tail.
The inferno in my core is reignited. Heat shoots up my spine, spreading outward to every nerve ending until my flesh burns, leaving no escape, no turning back. The crescendo of orgasm builds with every pulse. It climbs ever higher, increasing its torment. It feels too good, and not nearly good enough.
Crawling back a step, I straddle his hips and lower myself to grind my wet cleft along the firm length. Each rib and whorl works like the roughest sandpaper over my sensitive flesh. So aroused that my hips ache with the need for release, I lower myself so that his shaft is caught between the slick lips of my sex and rock myself, increasing the tempo until the pressure building in my belly is nearly unbearable.
Just as the tsunami nears breaking point, he lowers his head to fasten his lips around a nipple. Using suction and teeth to worry the engorged tip, he holds his breath, forcing me to remain helpless on his body for an impossible span of time.
And, still, his song does not stop.
Only then do I realize that the chant in my ear is the echo of my own pleading voice.
Bowing forward, I take his face in my hands and push him back, freeing his mouth so that I can take it with my own.
Tasting myself on his tongue intensifies my need. I don't just want to be free, I want the same for my lover. I want to set him free from the darkness that has overtaken him since I helped part him from the sea. The guilt I feel for caging this force of nature.
Our tongues dance as I explore the roof of his mouth and his long, sharp teeth. He fights me for domination, nipping playfully at my lip in silent reminder of his power, even while he groans and purrs like a panther against my mouth.
Even now, somehow, his song does not cease.
His hands grasp my ass as I ride him, lifting me and lowering me onto his hard shaft. It's long and curved, and perfectly fits my opening, like a key fits its lock. When he moves in and out, it feels as if it's an extension of my own body.
Our coupling isn't just lust and sex and climax anymore. It's like we've melded into one being, one body and soul. I feel him inside me, the swell of his flesh, the sensation of our joined moisture, and I know that, for the first time in my life, I am complete.
With one final, powerful thrust, his body stiffens, the sensation of the pulses and jets of his seed spilling within my body nearly makes me come again.
Finally, finally, his song comes to an end.
As it does, I come back to my senses. When I blink, the fog over my mind clears, and I'm suddenly overcome with a crushing sense of grief.
“What did…what did you do to me?” I groan, slipping from Wake's lap onto the deck, my mind swimming, my body weak.
I had felt so strong only moments before, so powerful. And it had all been a lie. The effects of a siren's call.
The last of my strength evaporates and my body collapses. Wake's expression darkens as he reaches for me, but he can't reach me. There's a gunshot, shouting, then the ping of tranquilizer darts hitting glass.
Wake lets out an infuriated roar as he's corralled back toward the water’s edge. He gives me a final anguished look before disappearing beneath the simulated waves.
I reach for him even as tears stain my cheeks.
My body gives out to the frantic thud of boots on glass, and the echo of that damned song, forever etched into the crevices of my soul.
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