Arms of the Ocean Ch. 08

With all his concerns put to rest, Ronav pressed back and opened his mouth partway to accept Zeerae's tongue as it emerged.

"Mmm," she hummed. Then, to Ronav's momentary surprise before remembering the nature of Siren's, she spoke without moving her lips away. "You'll find that I've taken examples from the Shasling method of sex," she said as her arms moved towards his chest and began undoing his shirt. "The sisters would call it inferior but I feel that there is a certain charm to be learned from your kind."

Ronav couldn't tell if she meant that as a compliment or an insult. A bit of both, he decided under the duress of Zeerae's wandering hands. They crept beneath his shirt and slipped it off before commencing an exploration of his upper body.

Like liquid, Zeerae flowed from the sofa to kneel in Ronav's lap, her legs straddling his. If she felt the substantial bulge that had developed between them, she showed no sign.

Ronav felt a ripple across his skin and his hands told him that Zeerae's clothing had melted away. Immediately he reached for the Siren's modest breasts and delicately thumbed her nipples.

"Eek," Zeerae squealed at his touch and she pulled away. "Your hands are rougher than I'd expected."

Ronav stared at her smiling face. He never would have expected such a remark from a Siren. It seemed more of a land dweller thing to say. An act? Or perhaps a life on land had softened Zeerae somehow. Either way, Ronav placed his hands upon the curve of her hips and pulled her back in.

A tugging against Ronav's legs developed but he was too distracted by the battle of tongues to see what was happening below. He could feel his pants being dragged off and away and soon he only felt the Siren's naked skin against his own.

"Mmm," Zeerae hummed again and she rocked her hips back and forth several times upon Ronav's rigid member. "Has Vyla done this for you?" the Siren asked as she pulled away and began sliding to the floor.

"Not yet," Ronav replied once he guessed her intent. He then sucked in a breathe upon feeling Zeerae's tongue reach his cock.

Like Vyla, Zeerae felt immensely practiced in the act of fellatio. She began slowly, licking around the very tip. Her tongue wandered in tiny circles, occasionally promising to wrap around but pulling back before committing.

"Hah," Ronav groaned as the Siren suddenly dragged her tongue up the length of his steely shaft before returning to her teasing touch.

"Would you like more?" she asked after a few more seconds.

"Please," Ronav begged. Then, remembering his session with Vyla and what she had demanded, added, "mistress."

Zeerae smiled. "So polite. But such titles are unnecessary. This won't be that kind of lay."

Ronav opened his mouth to say something more but closed it again as soon as Zeerae's engulfed the head of his cock. His hands found the sofa and clawed for a grip as the sensations of the Siren's tongue washed upon him like waves upon an ivory shore.

Suddenly Zeerae speared her head deep upon his cock, sending it down her throat to the hilt. Inside her mouth it felt as if a second tongue had emerged. Both began to swirl around Ronav's member in an impossible whirlpool of sexual energy.

"Tell me, Ronav," Zeerae said, without disengaging, after a short while of her barrage. "Would you object to me doing this?"

The Siren's hands came up and pressed her breasts together as she leaned forwards to wrap them around Ronav's cock. Almost. They weren't quite large enough. Still, her mouth hadn't quit so Ronav wasn't complaining. He could only lean back in the sofa as the soaking vortex assaulted him.

"Not enough, are they?" Zeerae remarked, continuing the trick of speaking with her mouth full.

"It's, ah... fine," Ronav managed.

"Mm," Zeerae hummed, sending shivers through his body. "That's nice of you. But, if you're like every other sye..."

Zeerae's breasts, formerly a bit bigger than a fist, started to fill out. They grew and swelled, wrapping steadily around Ronav's cock with a pillowy warmth until they were roughly the size of Zeerae's head and his member was lost in their valley and the flooded cave above.

"So," Zeerae remarked as Ronav stared. "You do have a preference of size. But you'll have to enjoy them later."

The Siren suddenly pulled away and Ronav's cock slipped slickly from her mouth. "Hey," he begged.

"Don't be selfish. I've warmed you up. What about me?"

Zeerae moved to the other sofa and spread her legs wide, revealing the bare pink lips of her vagina. Despite her demands, she looked warmed up already. Her thighs were coated with an obvious wetness and her pussy looked flush and hungry.

"Come on, mighty Taigin. Has that tongue of yours some agility?"

Ronav stepped towards the Siren and kneeled between her legs. He nearly reached her lower lips with his tongue before a more cunning idea entered his mind. Instead Ronav began to lick and caress the very edges of Zeerae's sensitive skin.

"Kssh, payback?" she hissed.

"Mhmm," Ronav hummed, intending for the sensation to tease her further. From the way Zeerae's legs quivered momentarily, it worked.

Zeerae's hands, which had been lazily rubbing her thighs, moved up her body to begin pawing and pinching at her enlarged breasts and nipples. Seeing that her attention had shifted, Ronav chose that moment to sweep his tongue lightly across the nub of the Siren's clit.

"Mm," she moaned. Her head rocked back and her hands, having only just relocated, moved once more to hold Ronav against her. "Right there," she demanded.

With his head held in place, Ronav had little choice but to comply as he began swirling his tongue in soft, little circles around the Siren's clit. For nearly a minute Ronav worked on the outside of Zeerae's pussy as the juices flowing from within grew more copious. The constant gasps, moans and sighs from the Siren encouraged Ronav to finally drive his tongue a short distance inside and begin rubbing the roof of her pussy.

"Oh!" Zeerae exclaimed, followed by a series of squealing giggles. Her legs clamped together on Ronav's head and spasmed slightly as her hands gripped and clawed through his hair.

"Ha," the Siren gasped after half a minute, during which Ronav had continued his pleasing. Zeerae then opened her legs invitingly and pushed her lover away. "Put it in," she demanded as one hand stroked her clit and the other teased a nipple.

Ronav hesitated momentarily over the display of eroticism before him. Zeerae had just come yet here she was begging for more.

"Now!" she hissed hungrily amid panting with desire.

"As you wish." Ronav moved in again and positioned his cock at her entrance. The heat that greeted him felt incredible and, for a moment, he paused to enjoy the sensations of his tip pressed up against her wet folds until a look from Zeerae demanded penetration.

"We're done with foreplay, shasling. I want you to fuck me till I break."

"As you wish," Ronav said once more. He entered her then, slowly as the tightness of her felt driven to push him away.

Zeerae's eyes rolled back and slid closed as she bit her lips and let out a long, satisfied moan. Ronav pressed in until his hips met hers and he could go no further. For several seconds he held still, simply enjoying the warm, deep, wetness of the Siren as her chasm encompassed him.

When Zeerae began to rock against him, Ronav took that as the queue to begin in earnest. He drew back to the edge of the Siren's opening and her eyes fluttered open as though she feared he might leave. Ronav paused a moment, capitalizing on Zeerae's desire, before slowly ploughing back in, eliciting another drawn-out sigh from his lover.

"Faster," she hissed once he reached his limit a second time.

Ronav obeyed, but only just, building his rhythm steadily with every intention of teasing out the Siren's lust. Each thrust he built more speed and each completion earned another delicate whimper from Zeerae that contrasted starkly with the harsh image normally pinned to her kind.

As the intensity grew, Zeerae's large breasts began to bounce freely upon her chest. Her hands immediately flew to them to hold and play with. Ronav would have liked to join in but his own hands rested upon Zeerae's curvaceous hips as added purchase to his thrusting.

After a couple of minutes, with the limit of Ronav's speed recently reached, he felt Zeerae's legs wrap around his waist and pull him in harder. Meanwhile, one of the Siren's hands struggled to enthusiastically tease both of her breasts while the other couldn't seem to decide between caressing the top of her clit or joining its sibling.

The enthusiasm apparent in Zeerae's self pleasing, while Ronav pounded away, made him wonder if she might be near her climax again. Yet she had only just come. He wasn't so naive to think that he could bring such frequent bliss to a woman. Some god of sex who—

"Oh, fffuck," Zeerae cried as her body began to twitch in orgasm. "Don't s-stop..."

Ronav had no plans to. He could only marvel at how ecstatic the Siren seemed to be in the throes of release. She had to be helping him somehow, he decided.

After nearly a minute, Zeerae's climactic quivers came to an end. She suddenly pulled herself up, still being thrust into, and locked lips with Ronav, driving her tongue into his mouth. The aggressive kiss, that gave Ronav flashbacks to his time with Vyla, lasted several intense seconds before Zeerae pulled away and looked him in the eyes.

"Move us to the wall," she demanded, her voice still coated in longing.

Ronav sought out a bare patch of wall and carried the Siren over there. Already guessing her intent, he braced Zeerae up between two bookshelves and the lust-driven rut continued.

By this point, Ronav could feel his peak on the horizon. Her pussy had begun to pulsate around his member in some strange manner that only a Siren could perform. Each squeeze, ripple or pull brought a shudder up his spine and through his heart.

Again Zeerae's eyes had clamped closed as Ronav bounced her against the wall. He held her up by her juice-slickened thighs, legs spread wide and still wrapped around his waist. His body pressed against hers and her breasts squeezed up against his chest.

"Always love... trying this," Zeerae managed between gasps despite her voice being stammered by her bouncing. "Only Taigin... strong enough to... keep it going."

Unfortunately, Ronav realized, he wasn't going to be able to cater to the Siren's whim much longer. He could feel his orgasm drawing near as a searing heat began to build within his cock. So close.

"About to come," he grunted.

Zeerae's eyes shot open and she pouted despite the assault her pussy was experiencing. "Already? Gah, very well."

Suddenly the swirling of Zeerae's searing cave went into overdrive upon Ronav's cock. He stopped thrusting, leaving her impaled to the hilt, and could only struggle against collapse as myriad pulses, licks, teases and ripples wove their way around his member.

"Aah," Ronav grunted with the orgasm that blasted through him. His cock began to spurt burst after burst of his seed deep into Zeerae's flooded pussy.

Beneath the crushing weight of his climax, Ronav's legs buckled and gave out. He fell to the floor and Zeerae managed to fall atop him without finding herself removed from his cock. Ronav guessed that that was no accident when she began bouncing upon him immediately as he continued to jet his come inside her.

"Mmm," Zeerae moaned, her head thrown back. "So warm." She then fell forwards and trailed her tongue, grown out beyond a reasonable length, across Ronav's chest and up his face. Her heavy breasts and hard nipples grazed her lover's chest as she rode out his orgasm.

Just as Ronav's high began to fade, Zeerae cried out again. Her fingers curled and clawed reflexively with yet another climax crashing upon the Siren.

"Haa, vy lee," Zeerae sighed. She sank forwards and relaxed across Ronav's body, her hips still moving lazily upon his cock. Her aqua hair fanned out and curtained down the sides of her head while her breasts crushed up between them. "Mmm," Zeerae purred like a satisfied cat.

A minute crept by before Ronav found the energy and will to speak. "How was that?"

"Quite good," Zeerae replied without lifting her head, opening her eyes or ceasing the steady rocking of her hips on his cock that remained semi-hard within her.

"Quite good?" To Ronav, the Siren's cries had suggested a little more than that.

"So I said."

The lazy stimulation that her pussy was inflicting upon Ronav threatened to reawaken his member but he didn't know where he would find the energy to go another session. His bones and muscles ached from another over-eventful day. "Should I try to improve my review?" he asked.

Zeerae lifted her head and looked him in the eyes. Hers had turned a dark amber. "Later, maybe. This is nice to rest for now." The Siren lay her head upon him and went back to her absent-minded grinding, occasionally uttering a soft sigh of contentment.

Ronav laid his head back upon the wooden floor. Not the most comfortable of places to fall asleep but it had its perks. Zeerae's body felt like a warm, soft blanket upon him. A very attractive one, at that. A strange one too. Whereas Vyla had challenged Ronav's preconceptions of Sirens, Zeerae stood on course to completely blow them away. On the surface, at least. Ronav wasn't yet convinced that this new creature would find herself incapable of great cruelty.

Later, Ronav decided. Thoughts too complicated for the here and now. Instead he let fatigue take hold as the rhythmic movements of Zeerae's hips rocked him to sleep.

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The beats were growing slower. Thud. Thud... Thud. After waiting a while longer for confirmation, Zeerae felt satisfied that the Taigin had succumbed to the lethargy clinging to his body like sap.

She turned to liquid, reformed her clothes and slid sideways off of Ronav, then flowed to her feet. There Zeerae stared down at her lover and his semi-hard cock. She had needed that, immensely so. Never again did she plan to go so long without sex, especially not when forced to listen to the cries of another couple. Sirens were a passionate race when it came to all things flesh and it felt uncomfortable to have been forced into abandoning that for so long.

Now there was business to attend elsewhere. The second floor, specifically. Zeerae took one final glance at her lay, promising that she would return for another taste, before exiting the parlor and moving upstairs. She paused outside the door to Vyla's room. "Are you awake?" she asked to warn of her imminent entering.

"I am now," came the reply.

Zeerae pulled open the cream-colored door and stepped inside to find Vyla sitting in the wooden bath that stood in one corner, purposed for exactly this situation. Like before, the Tomateless only bothered to form the top half of her body. The rest swirled around in the lukewarm water. Zeerae dragged the chair from a pristine writing desk in one corner and sat beside her fellow Siren.

"From that smell I take it you've had your way with the Shasling?" Vyla said before Zeerae could get a word in.

"We've more to talk about than that."

Vyla rolled her eyes. "Can it not wait?"

Zeerae sucked in a breath. "Southsea Sirens?"

"Right..." Vyla slid down against the side of her bath and rested her arms upon the rim.

"I will not break your deceit that such a people exist but you will be truthful to me." Zeerae leaned in, her eyes turning the venomous green of fury in the face of defiance. "Where, and for what purpose, are you really traveling?"