Authors: Marata Eros

Tags: #vampires, #erotica, #dark fantasy, #demons, #dark erotica, #mermaids, #capture, #marata eros, #breeding erotica, #the siren breeders

The Siren Series 2 (9 page)

“I know,” he whispered back, offering no
reassurances, as was Constantine's way.

He worked her torn gown up the back of her and
commanded quietly, “Spread your knees.”

The soft heat between her thighs became
saturated at his command and she followed his directive, parting
her legs as he'd instructed. She felt one of his fingers walk its
way up the back of her naked thigh, breaking the barrier of her ass
bud, pushing and pulling out, only an inch deep, but it was
delicious, unlike the insult the human male's penis had been. It
did not matter that as a Mer female, she self-lubricated in both
her pussy and ass; to be taken without permission... was untenable.
Now Constantine, her first guard and only kidnapper, had pushed his
finger with expert dexterity deeply in her ass as the tip of his
cock positioned itself with a tap against her moist entrance.

Con held Ember against the tree with one hand
holding both her wrists and one finger plugging her tight ass. He
swung his cock to the front of the wet and deep passage he felt by
heat alone.

He could have been sightless, deaf and dumb and
still his cock would have found her pussy like a magnet.

It did, squeezing between her pale thighs like a
slick torpedo of seething flesh. “Wider,” Con said so loudly that
she yelped and he caught the sound in his mouth, shoving his tongue
inside her coolness and she twined her sweet tongue with his. He
bit down slightly, her blood filling their mouths as she let her
legs spread further and with a mighty push, he filled her.

Con tore through her frail barrier of purity in
a single press of flesh. Releasing her wrists he allowed her weight
to drive her down deeper on his prick, marrying their bodies
together in the tightest kiss of flesh he could orchestrate.

She groaned at the deep lock of her pussy
against his cock, the tip of him at her deepest entrance.

Ember instinctively threw her now-free arms
around his neck and he bounced her on his cock, deepening his
position, driving his finger to the root inside her ass as he did
and Ember gave a shouting groan, her eyes like banked coals, her
mouth slack and open.

“How is that, my wet flower?” Con asked, his ass
muscles clenching as he drove through the fragments of her
cherry.

“It hurts,” Ember said in a hoarse whisper as
she spread her legs wider around his waist and he pushed her
against the tree again, the rough bark holding and scraping her
lightly as he pumped Ember with the full length of his cock.

“I'm glad,” Con said, as she rode the fine edge
between pleasure and pain, her virginity stolen in a blur of
vampire speed and aggression, her naturally lubed channel aiding
the beating rhythm of his cock deep within her.

“Come for me, Ember,” Con said, losing his
pacing, her sweet slick tightness gripping him like a reverse
accordion as he shoved his cock deeply into her, then pulling out.
Con began to dance back inside her, an inch at a time, as slowly as
he could manage, coaxing her orgasm to the brink.

“Oh Mother,” Ember groaned at his change of
speed. “Please, I need, I need...”

Con felt the telltale pulse as her pussy gave a
warning clench. He tore his finger out of her ass bud and spun her
to face the tree. With the flat of his palm bending her at the
waist he said, “Grab the tree.”

Ember did and her breasts swung as he gave her a
gentle pounding from behind with a slight swivel, rubbing that spot
up high and deep-- again and again.

“Come for me or I will beat you Ember,” Con
commanded softly, grabbing her hair again as he pumped in and out
of her in that slow dance of hips and clenched ass muscles, giving
a teasing grind of his dick inside her pussy.

Ember heard his threat and it moistened her
further, she felt the contained strength of Con and was on the edge
of something enormous. She could feel it welling up in her plumped
lips and tender pussy. When Constantine slapped her ass, Ember slid
over that chasm she'd been riding, her pussy gushing with fluid as
it began to pulsate around Constantine's cock.

“Ah... that's it,” Constantine said in a low
voice, his hands steadying Ember's hips as he drove his meat into
her willing hole. He began to use his vampire speed as her pussy
milked his prick, blurring in and out of her, his dick a flashing
tool of pleasure as it passed in and out of her depths like a pale
sword of flesh. This is when Con would feed and be restored. He
reached around Ember and squeezed her tits as he cupped the back of
her body with his own, making her feet catch air as he rammed his
stiff cock deeply inside, his fangs elongating and when another
pulsating course began against his prick he lost his control and
seed was stripped from Con's balls, torn out from the depths of him
and he shouted into the air that held the chill of night, Ember
taking his seed within. Con sunk his fangs into the tender skin of
her neck as she took every drop of his essence.

His passion.

And perhaps... his heart.

Constantine was spent and staggered away as he
gathered his satiated mermaid against himself. Using his coat he
laid her down upon it and flopped down beside Ember.

They lay for a few silent moments, then Con rose
on his elbow to look at her.

Ember gazed up at him, feeling the heat of his
seed between her thighs. It had been so different to be taken by
someone that drew pleasure like a fine wine from her body, instead
of robbing her of what was only hers to give. Constantine had done
that to her.

For her.

Con had never taken a virgin. He had always
wanted females he could abuse with his sex toys and the savage
potential of his physicality.

Now a female lay before him that he'd used in
the rough way that he always did.

For Constantine, it had been gentle.

Ember moaned when he lay a large hand near her
entrance, spreading his cum on her naked inner thigh with his
calloused thumb. The rasp of his rough skin against the smoothness
of hers caused Ember to shiver in anticipation.

“Did I hurt you?” Constantine asked with a lazy
smile as his hand played with the cum and blood that lay between
her pale thighs, marking what he'd done.

“Yes...” Ember said, then rolled her lip inside
her mouth, softly biting it. “No,” she added.

Con cocked a brow, working his way lower...
until his face was just above her mound. She speared her fingers
through his hair. “Which is it,” he asked softly.

“Both,” she said in a sigh as his head dipped to
taste the delicacy of her virgin blood. Constantine lifted his head
to look at Ember, finding he quite liked to taste the proof of
their deeds on his tongue. Her virgin blood and his seed were
beyond compare. Her face was that of a deeply satisfied female, the
normally light pink folds of her secret sex now deeply and hotly
pink from his use.

That is how Kane found them.

Ember was quite clean when he was through, his
tongue having touched and licked every part of her, her pussy
throbbing from his attention.

The breeder had her legs spread while the
vampire who had taken her tongue, fucked her.

Kane saw red as he moved toward the pair.
The
Mer liked to fuck, did she? She wished to have a tongue in her
pussy?

The vampire would die and Ember would cool
the fire of his Demon dick.

Kane's forked tongue could certainly scald the
delicate folds she spread so willingly for this renegade
vampire.

He would destroy the vampire
and fill Ember with his seed. Hot deep demonic essence would fill
her until it overflowed from her pussy.
And I had thought
her the innocent?
He fumed at his misplaced
supposition.

Kane's tail rose behind him like a deadly flag,
the tip with many faceted, bonelike protrusions that resembled a
mace. It was envied by the other Demon Warriors. They referred to
his tail as the Shredder.

He began to swing the spiked end of his tail in
anticipation of crushing the vampire who lapped at the Mer whore in
front of him like he was starving and her cum-drenched pussy was
his last meal.

A small movement in the wood caused Ember to
glance away from the moist sounds of Con's enjoyment of her
satisfied snatch, her hips subtly undulating under his attentions
as his hands held the small of her back while he stabbed her hole
with his tongue.

Ember sighted Kane as he came toward them and
gave a small noise of warning that Constantine reacted to
immediately, scooping Ember to him and moving to the side in a blur
just as Kane's tail embedded itself in the tree near where Con's
head had been, the crack an echoing boom in the forest as bark and
debris burst from the tree trunk.

“Kane, no!” Ember screamed and then stumbled as
she recognized who had entered the forest with them.

Kane was behind them in a rage as Constantine
and Ember became instantly surrounded.

Ember held fast to Constantine, even Kane slowed
his chase, eyeing the newcomers.

“Hello Ember,” Madden said. His gaze moved to
Constantine. Madden's eyes took in the shine of blood and Ember's
juices that lay on his lips, recognizing it instantly for the
post-coital remnants it was.

He grinned. It looked like a grimace to Ember
who gave a low sound of fear, her eyes darting from Madden to Kane
as they squared off.

Finally, Madden said, “It seems you've been a
very busy princess.”

Ember hid behind Constantine, saying
nothing.

“He cannot save you, Ember. You will breed with
us. Or with me, at the very least.” Madden's gaze locked onto hers
and she trembled in response to what she saw there.

Kane looked from the Mer Warrior to the princess
and gave a grim smile. “You lay claim to this Mer breeder?” Kane
shook his head in disbelief. “I think not. She is demon, my wet
friend.”

“Yes,” Con agreed, subtly putting Ember behind
his body, “what he said.”

Ember gave a frantic look at Constantine, who
seemed far too cavalier about the Mer Warriors stumbling upon them,
and in such a compromising position. She briefly looked down at her
horribly torn and dirty gown, shoved about in the most obvious
places from her intimate contact with Constantine.

Kane huffed at Con's retort.

“What is he saying?” Madden asked jerking his
head in Kane's direction where small horns stood at scarlet
attention on the top of his skull. Madden held his trident as a
small spear of death in his hand as the other warriors closed
in.

Constantine grinned. “Fuck off, I believe,” he
replied logically as he unwound The Encourager.

Madden growled and came for him as Ember moved
backward so he could fight and Kane swung his tail at the coming
Mer.

Ember lamented. They were woefully
outnumbered.

When the battle began she could feel The Mother.
But she did not call her.

Let fate assert itself
, she decided.

The End

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