Arms of the Ocean Ch. 10

"I don't think we've ever been properly introduced." The Siren's right arm stretched out and swerved around the fire. Her hand opened and faced up. "I am Vyla."

Yis touched the Siren's hand with her own, palm facing down, and both withdrew.

Vyla smiled. "That is a Siren greeting. We use it to see who might be outside their true shape. Yet you did not hesitate in copying me. Did your mother show you it?"

Yis scowled. "She's not one of you."

"Too bad she isn't here or we could find out quite fast. What happened to her?"

Since learning that Ronav walked with a Siren, Yis had been forcing down her memories of the past. The time when she hadn't been alone. A vague, dreamlike world where she might have once lived among Ronav's people but she didn't care to recall. Yis clenched under Vyla's question and forced it away. "Nothing," she choked.

Another smile emerged on the Siren's lips. Not a kind one, that would look impossibly strange. "Perhaps some smaller words first. Well then, how was your day?"

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"Shall you have first or shall I?" Zeerae uncorked the bottle and held it out for Nimtith to take.

The Chayli hadn't budged in her absence and he continued that trend when he rejected the offering.

"It is yours. Suit yourself, I guess." The swig that gushed down Zeerae's throat was nothing but a show. In a situation as delicate as this, she would never drink. Instead she caught the liquid and sealed it away to avoid digestion. "My kind don't ordinarily partake but this... this has an intriguing taste about it. Pleasantly sharp. Powerful too, methinks."

"Are we at the part where you kill me yet?" Nimtith asked. The tough-guy demeanor remained, as did the hint of fear beneath it.

Zeerae slumped to the ground. "Ugh, why are you so eager to die? It'll hurt, you realize. If I were in your boots, I'd want to go on living as long as I could."

"Which would mean agreeing to join you."

"Mm." Zeerae nodded as she took another gulp. She dribbled the slightest bit for added effect. "Now you're getting it."

"But then I'm an enemy of the empire and I'll die anyway."

"We don't let our friends die so unceremoniously. Besides, you're too good looking to go like that."

Nimtith's eyes narrowed to slits. "Uh..."

"Oh, speaking of, how did that visit to your lady friend go?"

"It wasn't that, just some extended relatives. Cousins and such."

"Sounds boring."

Nimtith bobbed his head side to side. Sort of, the gesture read. "Besides, I don't have a 'lady friend'."

"What?!" Zeerae cried and she pretended to choke on the booze. "No, you're lying, you must have someone. A man of your appearance and worldliness. Former member of the guards, rugged Vouiareli whipper, prime of your life."

Nimtith shook his head. "A bit here and there but I never wanted to get tied up."

"A pity." Zeerae tossed back the bottle and offered it to her company. He took it this time. Good. "Some poor girl's missed out. I haven't had much luck either. A Siren on land can't really open herself up to many people, pun intended." Zeerae sagged a little. She rippled and her body began to shift to its standard appearance. Aqua, translucent hair, razor teeth, lethal eyes.

Nimtith tensed at the change and the far more imposing shape of Zeerae. He took another sip. Only a few mouthfuls remained sloshing around at the bottom.

"Am I pretty?" Zeerae asked.

A spluttering filled the air as Nimtith choked over the question. "What?" he managed.

"You heard me."

The Chayli tilted his head in thought for a moment. "If I say no, you're not going to kill me, are you?"

Zeerae's face went blank. "So it's a no?"

Nimtith waved her words back. "Wait, wait, that came out all wrong. What I mean is, were the answer hypothetically a no, and I'm not saying for a second that it might be, but if it is, you won't kill me, right?"

"I... what?" This happened to be one of the rare occasions where Zeerae didn't need to feign confusion. "Just answer, it's not like it's a difficult question."

"Yeah, easy for you to say." Nimtith's features turned a more serious shade. "I mean, I guess so. Yes, okay? You're what I would call pretty."

Zeerae nodded slowly. "Why'd that take so long?"

"Well... There are a couple of things that someone, not necessarily myself, mind, might consider unappealing. Your teeth, for example." Nimtith opened his mouth and rubbed a finger across his own. "And the killing people thing. The cannibalism too—"

Zeerae jabbed a finger at the Chayli and he flinched. "We're not cannibals. Cannibals eat their own kind, we only eat Shaslings. And other animals, of course."

"That's not the point but yeah, I guess." Another gulp from the bottle.

"So when you said that those traits don't necessarily bother you, what did you mean?"

Nimtith swallowed and wiped his mouth so slowly that he looked like prey food trying not to be seen. "Uh... if this is some special kind of Siren torture technique, can we go with the regular variety instead?"

Zeerae moved to her hands and knees as she began to crawl towards him. "That depends. I could torture you, or, if you'd prefer, I could do quite the opposite."

Nimtith blinked, lifted the bottle to his lips and knocked back all that remained in it. He managed to throw it aside barely a second before Zeerae fell upon him.

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A loud, sudden crack from the campfire caused both Vyla and Yis to jump where they had grown complacent in the quiet between them. There had been plenty of awkward pauses in conversation so far. Gaps where both had stared cold at the other.

"Why are you so obsessed with 'saving' Ronav?" Vyla asked, a question that had been bothering her for some time. "Why not leave him to his supposed fate?"

Yis' eyes narrowed, something she seemed to do every time Vyla opened her mouth. "He's my friend," she answered

"After a few hours in his company over a couple of days? So you think you know him well enough to risk your life over."

"He said he was my friend." Yis' head drooped a little and her voice fell nearly to a whisper, "No one else wanted to be..."

Vyla leaned forwards at that remark. "How long have you lived in the forest?"

Yis kept her head down and it looked at first as though she intended to let the question float away. Then Vyla realized that the wild Chayli girl had her fingers counting up to something. A count on one, a little spin of another and a concentrated frown. "I don't know," she said at last.

"One year? One turn of the seasons?" Vyla asked.

Yis shook her head.

"Two? More than two?"

Shake.

Vyla leaned back again. It would be easy to lose track of time in the woods. "Have you ever lived among other people?"

Yis' brow furrowed and she nodded after several seconds.

"When? And why stop?"

The girl concentrated again. This time it ended with a shudder and a shake of her head.

Indeed? Vyla wondered. Discomfort at a memory? "What happened to your mother, child?"

"I'm not a child," Yis said with a scowl.

You certainly act like one. "World-wizened matron, then, tell me of your mother."

"No," she hissed. A breeze swept up around Yis as she floated into the air. "No!" In seconds she had vanished over the treetops.

Vyla watched the spot where the Chayli had last been visible. "My patience is thinning with that one," she said to the woods.

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The day had worn far past its welcome. Over an hour of flying, a taste of a swim but nothing greater, their business with Maethli and then more work to be done afterwards... Zeerae's frustrations had come to a boiling point. All she wanted now was to relax in the best way possible. To sit back and languish in the deepest of Siren pastimes.

So it was that Nimtith looked panicked and overwhelmed, at first, when she practically tackled him and began the unceremonious act of tearing off his clothes.

"W—wait," he stammered.

"Done waiting," Zeerae snarled. She fumbled with his belt and took to slicing through the leather instead. Judging by the hiss of breath, she might have nicked him too. As way of apology, Zeerae melted off her top and pressed her body against his as she lapped her elongating tongue up his shirt, coiling in such a way that she undid his buttons one by one.

"But why? Wh—"

Zeerae silenced the man once she reached his mouth. She spoke on regardless. "Done explaining." From Zeerae's pussy crept several long, slickened tongues that began their work on undoing Nimtith's pants and freeing his rapidly-hardening member. She could already feel the blessed thing pressing between them, warm and wonderful.

Nimtith's hands found her shoulders and he managed to push her away. "No, this is... this..."

Zeerae grew an affectionate smile as Nimtith's protests weakened more and more. She retrieved his cock at last and her nether tongues coiled around it. One for the base and balls, one to wrap around the shaft as the last circled and teased the head. She leaned over until her lips brushed his ear.

"Just this once I will take things easy on you," she whispered.

With his back pressed against the tree, Nimtith had nowhere to go and nothing to do but gulp as Zeerae's tongues pulled his member into her core. She rode slowly at first, despite a deep desire to do otherwise. The Chayli needed to be eased into this. Her body rocked against him and he reciprocated, if only slightly. She could still feel the apprehension as it came across. A curiosity over why what should have been his death went this way instead.

Shasling's always felt so warm when they were inside. Sye's could never manage such a sensation and other Sirens felt dishonest somehow. Yes there were many advantages in bedding a fellow shapeshifter but the inexperienced had an innocent charm about them.

Right now, for example, Nimtith had let his hands wander carelessly up her chest. Zeerae took his in hers and guided them around to her shoulders where they could find added purchase to help drive deeper. Her nether tongues pulled in Nimtith's cock after every backwards stroke. The walls of her chasm, running like a river, undulated towards her center to tease him as much as to please herself.

"Ah," Nimtith groaned. "How are you..."

"Shasling woman cannot compare. What you call sex we call abstinence." An exaggeration, but not much of one. As Zeerae's rhythm turned to bouncing she longed to show the full compendium of Siren coupling to either of the Shasling men accompanying them. Or perhaps the winged girl. How amusing it would be to break that little flower.

"Mm," Zeerae groaned. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes slid closed. Nimtith had begun to take more command in his thrusts. She no longer needed to hold his hands to her shoulders so her own wandered to her nipples where they began to gingerly pinch and play. But such unimaginativeness bored her almost immediately.

"Nimtith?" she queried and she pulled the slightest bit away from him. His eyes rolled down to meet hers and, to Zeerae's distaste, his tempo slowed. "Would you object to me doing this?"

Where once her breasts had been topped quite plainly, the skin began to sink inwards and change color. Normal features vanished to be replaced with vertical, flush-red lips that looked hungry as the ones being filled between her legs. The new set of chasms that formed even topped themselves with a clitoris each.

"Gah," Nimtith recoiled but, back against the tree, he didn't have far to go.

Zeerae said nothing to comfort him. Instead her tongue uncoiled and elongated towards her right breast. The tip of the fleshy tendril circled the edge of her new pussy's lips, even brushing over the clit. This continued for several seconds under the rapt attention of Nimtith as he continued to lazily plough his hips against her.

A second tongue grew and crept towards Zeerae's other breast, this time slowly driving itself deep inside. "If you want, you can always take their place," she suggested, her words unmarred by her actions.

Nimtith didn't reply. Neither did he stop watching as the first tongue made its way inside and began undulating the walls of Zeerae's tit-cave open and closed. She rolled her head back in ecstasy and hoped that this might encourage the man to take a bit more of a lead.

Success. Nimtith pushed himself away from the tree and gently rolled forwards, carrying Zeerae to the ground. Neither the tongues in her pussy nor those emerging from her mouth ceased to caress or invade as the Chayli's weight shifted atop her and he began driving down into her folds.

It had only been a day since Ronav but still Zeerae felt grateful and relieved to have another taste of a steely cock between her legs. Nimtith had her arms pinned to the ground, just below her shoulders, as he began bucking against her with aggression. Zeerae wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in more forcefully on every thrust. Let the Chayli know that he needn't fear hurting her.

The comforting warmth that had once smoldered at the point their hips met had, by now, grown to a searing heat. Zeerae could feel her peak drawing near with the Shasling's constant punishment. The walls of her pussy clamped down on his rigid member and the added friction pushed her over the edge.

"F—fuck yes," Zeerae groaned to the stars as her body began to convulse. Her fingers teased and twisted her clit, tongues buried into her breasts and nethers held her lover's cock deep within.

Zeerae's body pulsed with the pounding orgasm as her thighs received a yet-thicker coating of her juices, if such were at all possible. Like Ronav, Nimtith had had a bit of help on this one. That didn't detract from the ecstasy of it.

While Zeerae struggled to regain control of her faculties, Nimtith hoisted her up and shuddered to his feet. Shuddered because his own climax clearly drew near and Zeerae knew that she would prove a surprising burden to the Chayli, considering all that she carried within her body.

Nimtith seemed to manage with the weight and he soon had her turned around in his arms and on his cock. Now he rode her from behind with her chest pressed up against the tree. As Zeerae's orgasm wound down, she silently commended the man on his initiative, a tad misguided it may be. A face full of tree bark didn't do wonders for the eroticism.

I did not intend to eat wood in the literal sense, Zeerae joked to herself. Rather than pushing off the tree entirely, for, at heart, it was nice position, she hooked in with her arms and solidified her features already out of sight of Nimtith. Now the scratchy bark broke upon a hard armor and the hooks on her body took most of the weight.

Every thrust from Nimtith pushed Zeerae against the tree and she could only sigh to herself as the nerves in her pussy came down from their high. If this Chayli were going to continue with them, he would need to be reeducated on the art of sex. This kind of overbearishness would be immensely unpleasant for any but a Siren. Even then, Zeerae had had to take it upon herself to fix his mistakes.

"About to... cum," Nimtith grunted.

His words brought Zeerae back to the present and she moaned in anticipation, and a little involuntarily, at the thought of his boiling seed splashing inside her. Once more she went to work on the vaginas that occupied her breasts. They gushed their lubrication to the ground no differently to the real thing as her tongues probed and teased deep inside.

"Hnng," Nimith heaved. His hands clamped tight upon the sleekness of her waist as he shot blast after blast inside her chasm.

Again Zeerae's legs entwined around Nimtith to hold him deep. Her first orgasm fed a second, with substantial self-serving, and she burned with the urge to stay as filled as he had her now.

Despite that wish, Nimthith's legs eventually had to relax and they tumbled together, with less bruising than before, to the soft moss and leaves that carpeted the tree's roots.

Zeerae's tongues withdrew from her breasts and she shifted position so that she was propped up upon her lover. "Now, would you like to take me up on my earlier offer?"

"Fu... what offer was that... again?" Nimtith groaned.

Zeerae slid down his body and lifted her breasts into view before squeezing them on either side of the Chayli's cock. Still hard, she noted. Perhaps it had been a while.

"Oh, right..." Nimtith nodded as he stared at the flush-red lips that continued to occupy Zeerae's breasts.

"Why don't I decide for you?" She took hold of Nimtith's member and delicately angled it towards her right 'nipple'. At the same time she rose slightly to provide a better entrance.

As before, Nimtith took a bit of coaxing before he warmed up. Zeerae had to bounce herself against him, titflesh rolling like the sea as the Chayli's cock penetrated, hardening once more. Her tongue emerged again and slithered to her other breast where it pushed in immediately.

"Mm," Zeerae moaned. She had made everything up here just as sensitive as the pleasure center between her legs. The thought that she had a Shasling fucking her nipples only added to the thrill. She hadn't tried such an act on land before.

"This is so... strange," Nimtith managed.

"Bad?" Zeerae asked. Her eyes were squeezed shut beneath the tingles that pulsed through her body.

"N-not as such." Despite those words, Nimtith lifted her into his arms and began moving from the tree.

Zeerae might have protested had she not been so preoccupied with the sensations assaulting her brain. As things were, she could only whimper longingly when the man's cock slid out of her breast.

It turned out that she didn't have to wait long before being filled again. Nimtith carried her to the chair-shaped stump and sat her upon it, though she found staying upright a bit troublesome. In this position, Nimtith had far easier access to Zeerae's breasts, aiming for the left this time.

"Haa," Zeerae sighed as the Chayli pushed inside, hands on her shoulders. Then the time for gentle thrusting came to an end. The cock pounding inside her felt frustrated and angry and she loved it for this. There had been plenty of warm up. What better way to end things than a solid fucking.

"Close," she whispered. It was as much a statement as a question.

Nimtith nodded. He had her pushed back against the stump but she didn't need to armor herself against scratches anymore. Something so small couldn't hope to distract at this stage.

A grunt from Nimtith heralded his climax and Zeerae felt the first wave of his cum jet inside her breast. She pulled away and let the rest fire onto her chest, spurt after spurt, until her skin had been plastered.

It hadn't ended yet. Zeerae's body sat at the precipice but she had nothing to push her over into ecstasy. Nimtith began to sag but Zeerae caught him as her legs flew up to wrap around his neck. Then she pulled him down and between her thighs where a soaked chasm awaited hungrily.

"Eat," she commanded.

Nimtith didn't hesitate, to her surprise. His mouth immediately found Zeerae's clitoris and she shivered when he tongued and nibbled the nub with supreme delicacy.

It only took seconds before the wave finally crashed over Zeerae. The core of her body rippled outwards with heat and she curled in on herself. Fingers and toes twitched and twisted. A long, lust-filled hum was all she could manage as review for the Chayli's efforts.

It took a little over half a minute before Zeerae had come down sufficiently to open her eyes and find her words. Nimtith sat against the stump, limp in more ways than one. He shivered when she ran her tongue along his bicep. Sweating like this he didn't taste so good.