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Her flushed face radiates through the tunnel like a blue torch. It’s the only visible thing on earth, the only thing capable of shining this boldly while so far from the sun, so that even the globes cannot compare.

I pry myself away and slide my canines across her lower lip. “If I fuck you in this dark place, no one will know. No one will find you. No one will see or hear you except for me.”

Cove trembles. “Then show me how loud I can get.” She dips her head, licks up the column of my neck, and breathes me in, as if consuming my essence. “Show me how vicious you can be.”

That, I shall. But not how she thinks.

I’m going to fuck her. But I’m going to do it gradually.

I’m going to make love to her. But I’m going to do it fiercely.

A primal noise squeezes between my clenched molars and rushes through the hollow. The boat tremors as I glide my palms under her skirt and grasp her thighs, spreading them wider around me. I haul Cove into my frame, then bow her backward.

My teeth skate along her shoulder and bite gently. She hisses, arms snapping tightly around me. I drag my mouth across her collarbone, sketching and nipping her skin while caressing the backs of her knees. My touch eases her thighs further, giving me an ample berth.

The vent between her legs pulses with heat. Desire sluices from her walls, the fragrance drugging my senses.

As I move down, I peel the elastic bodice down Cove’s body. Her breasts push from the neckline, taut and swollen. I nibble the inflated swells and skim her ruched nipples. With delicate patience, my incisors circle the disks before my tongue pats the crest.

Cove moans, the reverberation breaking like glass and piercing through the tunnel. Yet it doesn’t extend far enough. For my siren can be louder than that.

I continue this attack, teasing her nipple, grazing tenderly until it grows as firm as a pebble. The layers behind my pupils kindle with flames. My cock jumps as I imagine the tiny point of her breast flushing to a darker shade.

I sample my efforts and lap at the peak. The flat of my tongue races over her, towing across the compact skin, which toughens under my ministrations. Cove’s body shoves into mine. Whimpers shoot from her own tongue, each one ratcheting down the jagged walls.

“Elixir,” she pleads.

I know that entreaty. She wants more—and soon.

Instead, I taste her cruelly, prolonging her torment as I quest to the opposite breast and slant my incisors under the half-moon of skin. My teeth prick carefully, making her jolt as if hit by small shockwaves.

When I scale to the other nipple, she writhes on my lap. Her cunt abrades my cock, wetness pouring through the dainty fabric under her skirt.

My eyelids hood. A predatory groan ejects into the tunnel, which joins her sobs.

Still, the octave isn’t high enough. We have done better.

Weshalldo much better.

I lick her nipple as I would her clit, with slow ferocity and an unquenchable thirst. I feather my tongue across the kernel, refusing to yield, denying my lady.

“Dammit, Elixir,” she pleads. “You’re…so…mean.”

My chuckle rustles between the gulf of her tits. She has barely begun to learn how mean I can become. Though, I disregard pointing out that she’d asked for this. And let no one say I don’t accept challenges half-heartedly.

What my lady requests, she will receive in spades. The more I anguish her, the louder she shall get. That is how it’s done.

I hoist the siren forward, heft my face to hers, and seize her cheeks. “Grab the prow.”

She nods and extends her arms behind me, strapping her fingers around the boat’s raised curvature, bracing herself there. I strip the dress over Cove’s hips and down her limbs. Yards of black scales fall limp in my hands. Never taking my eyes off her, I chuck the garment aside.

I slither down her front, plying her with quick snatches of my teeth and tongue along the way. Stretching out, I recline across the boat’s cabin, positioning myself under the sprawl of her body.

My lady hovers over me, legs splayed on either side of my head. Those long thighs open themselves to my gaze, which trails over the sprigs of hair bunched at her cunt. The soft folds pinken, and the seam pools with arousal.

All hers. All mine.

She gazes down at me, eyes saturated with need while the vessel blurs around her like a fogged window. My parched mouth follows the line it had been drawing. I feast on her stomach, nip down her navel, and hook my arms around her thighs. Fastening my arms there, I shackle her in place.