Arms of the Ocean Ch. 02

Ronav poised his hand at Vyla's entrance and looked tentatively into her eyes. "What are you waiting for, Sye? An invitation?"

Taking that as such, Ronav began rubbing his fingers up and down across the slick mound between Vyla's legs. She moaned softly and reared back, the rest of her gown falling and liquefying to allow her mountainous assets to come free. Upon seeing the grapefruit-sized orbs of flesh, Ronav rose and took the firm, pink nipple of Vyla's right breast into his mouth. She leaned back further until she lay upon the bed, squirming as her lover's fingers worked their magic at the entrance of her snatch

Ronav lapped, teased, nibbled and tugged at the modest nipple between his lips, eliciting gasps, sighs and occasional squeals from Vyla. All the while he stroked his fingers over the Siren's mysterious folds. As with his last encounter, Vyla felt strange to the touch. On one stroke his fingers would move with ease over silky smooth skin and the tiny dimple of her clit while the next found coarser flesh that almost seemed to crawl and ripple as he touch it.

"Enter now, Sye. Do not hold back."

Taking the invitation, Ronav drove a finger into Vyla's trembling snatch and began stroking and exploring her walls. Vyla began to grind and buck her hips against his hand as the ecstasy built within her.

"More," Vyla grunted as she writhed. "Harder."

Rather than simply adding more fingers to his work, Ronav disengaged from the turgid nipple in his mouth and slid down Vyla's body to position his tongue at her entrance. He paused for a moment with the first opportunity that he had ever had to get a good look at the womanhood of a Siren. It looked little different to that of a land woman. Mostly the change was noticeable in the way that Vyla's muscles quivered and spasmed hungrily for gratification.

Vyla looked down at him between her legs, eyes ablaze with lust. "What are you waiting for!?" she demanded.

Ronav grunted as the Siren's legs clamped around the back of his head and drew him towards her. She gave no quarter as she pressed her hips forwards and drove her hungry snatch to grind against his mouth. Ronav resumed his efforts to please by immediately thrusting his tongue into her sopping pussy as deep as he could manage.

Vyla gasped and bucked against him but the vice of her legs didn't relax against Ronav's head. If anything, she only pressed harder. Ronav found himself hoping that her release was not far off. Wedged here between the woman's folds and her heels, breathing was beginning to become difficult. His only distraction came from tasting the gushes of girl cum that his tongue found during its exploration. She tasted, somewhat surprisingly, a bit like a lemon, though without the overpowering sourness.

Suddenly, after Ronav lifted his head as much as he could to nibble delicately upon her clit, Vyla began to huff and spasm with greater intensity than before. Her pussy splattered his face and her legs kicked out as a powerful orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. Ronav reached up to steady the woman's legs as he rose and practically tore his trousers off to release his raging member from its confines.

Unlike before, Ronav waited for no encouragement in burying himself deep within the Siren's pulsating pussy. He held down her arms to hold her steady and began thrusting deep into her soaked and fluttering confines. Ronav grunted loudly at the sensations surrounding his steely cock while he plunged down to the hilt and drew back to the tip.

Vyla's orgasm began to subside around thirty thrusts in and she wrapped her legs around Ronav's waist to pull him deeper and better position herself for the sensory barrage she was receiving.

"Amazing," Ronav huffed, commenting on the strange, shifting mystery of the Siren's folds. On each thrust, it almost felt as though her flesh was twisting around his member. He could feel ribs and bumps lining her walls that rubbed and quivered against him every time his throbbing cock made the journey through.

"See now, ah... how a Shasling wench... oh, oh... cannot compare?" Vyla managed amid gasps.

Ronav only just managed to nod his approval. No woman he had been with in the time between now and his previous coupling with a Siren had come close to their ability in the sack. Vyla's pussy almost seemed to be licking him on several thrusts but Ronav could only guess that she likely had many more tricks up her sleeve. Or up her soaking tunnel, as the case may be.

"A change, haa, is need." Huffing from the pounding that her slick folds were going through, Vyla began to ripple and rise from the bed.

As much as he didn't want to, Ronav had to stop for a moment when his lover's body effectively shape-shifted away from him. arms and legs morphed, rotated and folded through themselves until Vyla sat on her hands and knees like an animal, legs spread wide and snatch born to Ronav.

"This is 'the way of the dog' in your tongue, is it not?"

Ronav smiled to himself as he repositioned to mount her from behind. "Close enough," he said, cock poised at her folds that were presently allowing copious quantities of her juices to flow down the insides of her thighs.

"Ooooh," Vyla moaned as Ronav pushed inside her. "Ah, I like this dog... already."

Ronav begin slowly, feeling his peak drawing near. He slid back and forth from the cusp of her lips to the base of his shaft. Though he had planned to steadily build up the tempo, Vyla, it seemed, had other plans.

"Weak," she snarled hungrily.

Ronav jumped as something wrapped itself around his cock halfway through him drawing back from her lips. He tried to pull away but the tongues, or whatever appendages now grew within her pussy, drew him back in with surprising strength. Only when he began to buck against her with the same speed and strength as he had before their change in position did she release her grip.

Vyla's guidance did not end there. Like his previous partner, she seemed quite intent on being in charge to some degree. Her hands crept up to hold his where they lay for purchase on the shapely curves of her ass. She pulled him down, once more surprising Ronav with her strength. He struggled to maintain his thrusting and pleasing of her fluttering folds as Vyla drew his hands down and placed them upon her voluptuous breasts that held a surprising degree of poise despite hanging free.

As Ronav began the act of teasing and pawing at the Siren's nipples and considerably sized boobs, he briefly wondered how she had managed to move her hands in such a way without collapsing to the bed. Something to think about later. For now he only cared to give his full attention to the jiggling orbs that bounced so lively in his hands.

"Close," Vyla gasped, her voice thick with the ecstasy surging through her folds.

"Me... too," Ronav managed. He began to plough her with even greater abandon as his climax grew closer and closer, spurred on by Vyla's huffs and cries that accompanied his thrusts.

Pleasure perhaps becoming too much, Vyla lay down upon the bed but kept her lower half raised to receive Ronav. She writhed against the furs and pushed back against his hips now that her new position offered greater purchase. Ronav continued to dance his fingers and hands over her silky breastflesh and diamond-hard nipples that felt as though they had swollen in size since he had begun.

"Haa, cumming," Vyla cried out suddenly as her body began to spasm and ripple, whatever muscles she possessed losing control of her shape-shifting with the second orgasm that swept through her, stronger than the last.

The flutters, quivers and pulses that shot through the Siren's pussy succeeded in pushing Ronav over the edge. It felt as if a lightening bolt shot through his cock as he spurted rope after rope of his seed deep into Vyla's swollen womanhood. The intensity of it all saw him slip down upon her while he road out the orgasm, vision blurring with the intoxicating sensory overload.

Ronav continued to lazily thrust his cock into Vyla's pussy until her thrashing began to subside and she let out a long, satisfied moan. With his own climax waning, Ronav pulled out with a loud slurp, his cock covered in a mixture of hers and his juices, and lay to one side.

Vyla shifted so that she lay on her back, chest heaving. Ronav stared at her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing until she looked at him with a predatorial grin, razor teeth born.

"You see? That wasn't so bad, was it?" she panted with a smile.

"No," Ronav agreed.

"But what a mess I've made."

Vyla looked down to where Ronav's cock was slowly deflating. She glanced back at him with a cheeky grin and began slithering down the bed. Ronav watched as she grabbed hold of his softening member and leaned towards it. Her tongue extended from her mouth and crept out, growing as it did until it reached almost half a foot in length. Ronav tilted his head back as his cock tingled while her tongue swept over it to lick the juices clean

"I do so love a snack after a good fucking," she remarked casually once her work had finished.

Sensing something in her voice, Ronav looked down his body and found her creeping back up the bed, mouth wide and eyes hungry. Worry shot through him and he tried to lift himself from under her but Vyla was too quick and she soon had his hands held to the bed and encased in her own which then rapidly solidified.

"Our fun is not yet over, Sye," she said huskily as she leaned in, mouth open and widening. She placed her mouth over his, even enveloping his nose, and simply held it there.

Ronav struggled and cried out but his words were muffled and he quickly found it impossible to breath through the Siren. His eyes stared into hers but found only empty blackness staring back. Slowly a dark haze began to creep over Ronav's vision as the lack of air began to get to him. A minute later and he slipped peacefully into unconsciousness.