Page 8 of His Siren Prince

It was a natural lubricant, and it made it so much easier to sink my fingers in even further and widen him up. As soon as I slid fully inside, his back arched, and he cried out. And suddenly, I couldn't stop.

Each surge of my fingers made his body bend even more for me until I was licking his gills in time with my thrusts.

The prince might be next in line to rule, but he submitted to me so easily.

The way his body warmed and cooled under my touch had me seeking the places that made him moan the loudest. His lips, his gills, his ass. If he was naturally cold-blooded, then what else could I do to set his whole body alight?

Azul

“Your Majesty,” Carrion groaned for the millionth time since I mounted him on the chair.

I loved it. I loved it so much that I needed to hear him shout it as I drowned him in pleasure. I would rub myself all over his body so there’d be no doubt about who he was mating with. I’d make sure that every breath he took tasted of me so that he knew he’d be the father of my children.

I noticed when I entered the room that he was burning an aphrodisiac candle specially created for fertility ceremonies, and I'm sure it helped the process.

I lifted my palms to cup his cheeks, denting my claws into the heavy scars that wove over his skin.

“Haven't you ever fingered a siren before?” I smirked as I watched emotions soar across his face.

His deepest scar began by his right ear and fell under his rough beard. Each scar was even more proof that he was fit to be a father to my children. He protected himself and his country so fiercely that his skin bore the marks of his bravery, and that was exactly the kind of man worthy of my ass.

A fertility spell had been cast over the entire room with every hanging and trinket adorning the walls and surfaces all blessed with prayers for conception. Every thread of the bed beside us was woven by spiders who served the gods of Spring, and I hoped it was affecting him already.

Carrion was worse than a child trying to control their gills. He couldn’t hide a single thing from my sharp eyes. One moment he was sinking into lust; and the next, distrust swam through him.

All I needed was to keep tempting him so he surrendered to our bond.

A sly smile whispered over his lips as he pulled his fingers out with a pop, followed by the sound of my slick oozing from me.

I wanted to free my cock from the seam in my stomach so he could see how hard I was for him, but it stayed buried inside me.

“From what I’ve heard, this slick only appears when you’re ready to take a cock,” Carrion hummed in a tone too wicked to describe as he thrust again.

I dragged in his musky scent, swirling from my gills and up onto my tongue. With my mouth watering, I lowered my hips to press against his fingers so he could reach even higher.

I thought he’d go the route my lovers usually did and skip any major foreplay so he could fuck me with gay abandon. Instead, he kept things slow, easing his fingers in and out of me.

I gasped as his wrist twisted and he curved his fingers to gently stroke the walls of my ass.

“What are you doing?” I groaned as he rubbed. It felt like he was exploring me, mapping out my whole ass before he plundered it.

“I’m watching you,” he replied simply, as if that was supposed to mean anything. How was he able to stay still? The only parts of us moving were his fingers, and I was going crazy.

Though we were known for our passion and lovemaking, sirens didn’t like to take it slow. We mated first, then there was time for romance. Right now, I wanted his cock high inside me and his cum blending in my womb.

“Why do you want to do that?” I asked, groaning as I spread my thighs to take more of him, but the chair was barely wide enough to support us both.

“Your Majesty,” he said again with the softness that had been creeping into his voice since I first subdued him. “Do you not realize how beautiful you are?”

He lifted his hand from my back, sweeping my hair away from my face so I could see him properly.

The battle-worn old man looked up at me as if I’d suddenly answered all his questions.

And I loved it.

I usually had some kind of snappy line, something sexy, something smart to make sure the power stayed with me. It was the second time since I’d met him where I felt like the only thing I needed to do was be with him.

He pressed his fingers deeper, the delicious thickness stretching my ass so that all I had to do was notch my hips forward and he hit me in just the right spot.