The Siren Series 2 (4 page)

“Ah!” Mason said, “so good, her mouth is so
warm...” he said. Then he noticed it was almost uncomfortably
hot.

“Oh man, her ass is so sweet, so lubed... so
tight,” Brutal said, inching his cock in her virgin ass, he swept
it out and plugged her ass half-way as Ember gave a gurgled scream
around the stiff dick of the human who fucked her mouth.

Brutal couldn't believe how supple and wet her
asshole was. It shouldn't have been. He'd seen the Mer people from
a distance as they tried to plant the sea pods his people
immediately stole from them but he'd never seen a female. Now his
cock was buried in a sweet Mer ass that held his prick like a wet
tight glove. He could barely hold his load and plunged his cock to
the end of her. She bucked, fighting his entry and that made it all
the hotter for Brutal.

When her asshole began to heat up he was
unprepared, his dick throbbing in her deeply.

His cock got harder suddenly in response to the
heat of her channel and as jets of his cum loaded inside her it was
as if it were fuel and his dick was the ignition.

He jerked his cock out of her ass and it caught
fire. Brutal jumped up and immediately slapped his hands on his
burning prick. That made him throw up from the pain of hitting his
own sensitive organ and his penis cooked like a hot dog on a stick
as he fell over in a heap, howling to the heavens while spewing
chunks beside him.

Mason saw the strange expressions break over
Brutal's face. He didn't give a fuck, he just kept up the forced
rhythm on the Mer's head, feeding his cock to the root into her
mouth. She took it docilely, her warm mouth wonderful to fuck. He
looked at her ass as Brutal buried his dick in it. When he gave a
shout as his load broke free it was too much for Mason and he came
into that waiting warm mouth.

He held the female there as he forced her to
swallow his cum, her body rigid as she tried to fight them, hot
tears running down her face at the invasion. Mason was
overconfident. He knew the Mers were terribly weak when they were
too far from the sea. He could take advantage of her like any other
human female. He'd had a lot of practice with fucking the
unwilling. The virgins were the best. Too bad they couldn't do her
pussy. That would have been the
pi
è
ce de r
é
sistance
. But that cherry was not for the
picking, his boss was more frightening than any man he'd ever
encountered.

Of course, he was not human and that is probably
where Mason's fear stemmed from.

Mason would have been the smarter man if he'd
erred on the side of caution and not taken the Mer but delivered
her as instructed.

Then a horribly unexpected event occurred, a
flame of liquid fire shot up his dick hole and he fell back,
watching as his cock burst into flames.

He fell beside Brutal in a heavy heap suffering
a kind of agony he hadn't known existed.

The two human males writhed on the ground, their
nether regions on fire as their seed leaked out of the princess of
the Mer.

Laying in a pool of blood, fleshy soot and vomit
they howled their pain into the uncaring dawn that breathed around
them.

They would soon discover she was much more than
a Siren.

Ember lay shaking, the horrible seed from the
human males slipping out of her mouth and ass while she cried. Her
sobs eclipsed even the moans coming from the males that lay paces
from her broken spirit, her body on fire as the remainder of their
filth leeched out of her.

Then something happened that made it all a
little more bearable. She spit out the cum from the one horrible
attacker and it smoldered on the ground like a thrown ring of fire.
Sudden nausea gripped Ember and she threw up a load of what could
only be described as the vilest river of heated liquid she'd ever
expunged. It was a milky consistency and it burst into flames as
she watched. When her ass puckered and everything he'd sprayed into
her came out she watched the purge of her body release what it
apparently wasn't meant to hold.

Their seed lay outside of her body, a circle of
flames, it ran to the males like a trail of gasoline, lighting
their heads on fire. Everywhere they'd touched her, they began to
smolder as they began beating their skulls to put it out.

Ember was fiercely glad, they had taken her
without permission, and were human males... an insult that was
almost not tolerable to live through. Raping a female of the Mer,
who lay helpless and away from the sea. Her ass throbbed from the
intrusion, her jaw lay sore from the forced plundering of the male,
her damp hair, mixed with her sweat and the jeweled seed pods lay
like tangled gold around her face, her eyes blazed a deep red in
her face.

When she caught sight of the group who bled
through the forest; they appeared like an apparition of heavily
muscled rubies, their skin almost appeared to sparkle. As they came
nearer Ember saw what she'd mistook for sparkle as a smokey haze of
heat.

They were male Demons.

Ember opened her mouth to scream as the first
demon lifted a long and heavily muscled tail, barbed at its end and
shot it down like a spear into the stomach of one of her attackers.
The noise became an aborted soft bark in her throat at the spear of
the muscle tail, used as a weapon of destruction, sunk into the
entrails of her vile human attacker.

Brutal gasped as the Boss's henchmen came in
force, the tail embedded deeply in his bowels and he grunted, the
agony too great for a scream.

“All this for a bitch!” he finally managed to
spew as the demon smiled at him, giving the buried tail a vicious
twist and turning his entrails inside the cavity of his body into a
knot. “She is not just any female, human scum.” He jerked the
barbed tail out and with a high arcing whip, he flicked the tip
against Brutal's skull with a light tap of tail against bone,
breaking it like an egg cracked on a glass dish.

Kane's intense eyes watched the skull spill
brains
that
no longer possessed any thoughts. His eyes moved to the woman who
had been taken by his Master's low men.

Human men.

Kane would leave the one human male as warning
to any who might pass this way.

He stepped over the vile remnants of their
pleasure with a smile.

It was as he'd thought: they had tasted of a
demon female and been scorched. Their injuries would have
eventually killed them regardless. This mixed-blood female of the
Mer, a princess, was a distant descendant of the highest order of
Demons.

Yet... she did not know what she was and cowered
from her own kind.

Her eyes were the proof of her heritage.

And her lush holes, wet with her Mer blood were
heated by Demon fire.

His smile became a grin. They had thought to use
her but the very thing they'd sought to rape had, in turn, become a
clever implement of torture.

The dolts never understood that unless you were
Demon or Mer, a female of Demon descent would be your undoing,
literally.

He strode to the female, her silky pale hair a
wild riot around her face, the jewel pods of her people tangled
hopelessly in the whitish strands.

Kane bent beside her, reaching for her, his red
skin a sharp contrast to the pale skin of the Mer and she flinched
when he touched her

The electric contact of their skin made Kane
throw his head back.

Not in pain.

She cooled him.

This pale female Mer with the skin of her kind
and the eyes of his, met his stare.

“Please, do not hurt me,” she implored as her
full lips trembled. She put up an arm to cover her breasts and the
other she put over those deep, blood red eyes. Kane suspected they
fell into the obsidian-like color of Mer norms when she had not
been defending herself against the male attackers. He doubted she
knew what she was. It would not have been something her kin would
have been eager to tell her.

“Never,” Kane said, “we have been sent to find
you.”

She moved her arm away, covering the apex of the
soft cleft between her pale thighs with her other hand and Kane
took pity on the female. He covered her with a light blanket from
his rucksack. He tucked it around her body and she shook in his
arms as he easily stood with her cradled against his chest.
Something tight eased inside him.

“Shock?” his soldier asked and Kane nodded.

“The humans took her ass.” Kane studied the raw
edges of her mouth and the clamp marks that resembled fingerprints
marring the fair skin of her jaw and his body hardened in anger.
And her mouth
, he noted silently. Her eyes were wide and
glazed, her body trembling against his.

A surge of possessiveness and protection took up
residence. Two very undemon-like emotions.

Kane turned his head and his gaze locked on the
cowardly male who still lived, his charcoaled cock a mass of livid
and black flesh between his legs.

Happy day
, Kane thought as he surveyed
the scorched ruin of his crotch.

He turned to his first, a Demon that was a deep
red, an undesirable color in males and instructed, “Keep him at
death's door, but make sure he has felt the sting of Demon,
Hayden.”

Hayden smiled, his teeth as deeply red as his
skin, his eyes an unusual shade of blue. “I will be most glad to
dole out punishment on the raper of a Demon female.”

Kane knew he could count on a Demon Warrior.

“Do not shift from your form. Let the scum see
with whom he deals,” Kane instructed.

Hayden nodded and smoothly turned, his barbed
tail held high and to the left of his head, the hook at the end
bobbing as he strode to the human.

Demon males were most resourceful in various
forms of torture and handled it with an exacting finesse. As he
listened to the fresh pain of the human male he added mentally,
and thorough.

Kane left the forest for a place the
supernaturals called, the In Between. It was not the fiery
underground of his kind but a place of neutrality for
supernaturals. A place of replenishment.

Typically.

He could only hope that this female would
recover from the abuse.

Kane knew that to think badly of his leader
was akin to sacrilege but in this case, he could not believe that
Lucas had sent these two to retrieve a rare breeder.

Kane stuffed his resentment. She would not
make a decent breeder if she were broken before she had begun.

Why did Lucas not intuit that?

Better, would he be the one to break her
further?

Kane disliked the troubled thoughts he
couldn't stop, that he was not master of.

Questions brought torture.

He had only to think of Brolach to know
that.

Kane swept the dazed and hurting female of
mixed-blood to safety on the symphony of the tortured howls of the
human attacker.

Music to Kane's ears.

Con's eyes snapped open at the small noise he
heard outside his chamber. The hot shower they'd allowed him was a
luxury he'd not thought to have for a time.

He smelled Druid cunt and smiled. He knew
exactly who stood outside his door and said, “Yes, Lucia... do
enter.”

He heard a sigh and grinned. Constantine loved
to burrow under another's skin. He did not know when that would
become stale.

Probably never.

She pushed the door open and Tarrin stood behind
her. Con's smile faded, like the battle wounds from the prior
day.

Tarrin grinned in the low light cast by windows
that peeked like half-closed eyes from the mostly subterranean
home. The ultraviolet sheeting over the glass cut the deadly
effects of sunlight. However, a non-Druid, as he knew many of the
Reapers to be, would not have been able to slumber in this chamber.
With the aid of the special provision, Constantine could.

Con unfolded out of his makeshift bed, fully
clothed. He but waited for the lick of twilight to summon him from
his hidey hole. He would pursue Ember the instant night fell on the
landscape. Actually, he was Druid enough that he found he could
tolerate full dusk. It need not be inky outside for Constantine to
begin to move.

A small female appeared and Tarrin scowled.

“Cara is new to the coven.” Tarrin's scowl
deepened. “And as such, treat her with civility or I will take the
flesh from your bones.”

“Love the hospitality here,” Constantine
quipped.

Lucia sighed and stayed Tarrin's forward motion.
She turned her face to his. “She has agreed, even knowing his
past.”

“She is of Druid blood,” Con stated.

“Aye,” he reluctantly agreed, his eyes flashing
as his nostrils flared with contained irritation.

Toward Con.

Con nodded, his dick hardening with thinking of
the rich feeding she offered.

“Take sustenance from Cara but no more, she is
not to fuck you. And if you so desire to rescue the princess, you
would not have time to partake in any event,” Lucia said in a sage
tone.

Constantine cocked a brow,
as if he would
forget that Ember might be in danger?

“
Come.” Con crooked a finger
at the docile little breeder. He squelched the sadistic urge that
rose to bury his talons in her hair and drag her kicking and
screaming to his hard dick. The need to feed and fuck were
inextricably mixed in his mind as part and parcel of his biological
response network.

He swallowed hard as she floated toward him
and took his hand.

Constantine pulled her onto his lap and
Lucia closed the door.

Con's fangs punched out in a sluggish push,
his hunger a horrible pulsating need after all the battle, wounds
and energy expenditures of the last day. The feed of Lucia had
simply kept death at bay and no more. Con drew her nearer, and
latched onto her throat, piercing her cleanly. His thoughts were of
feeding.