The Pirate and His Siren

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

LUARNA

A hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around.

Bubbles flow from my mouth to find a naked Kynan in the water with me. I cast my eyes over the delectable body I haven’t experienced before, but there is no time to peruse more of him as anger and shock supersede my lustful desire.

Damn, Velade ia cietra , the magic of this darn day has to be the only reason a human can catch up with a siren in water.

I point upward, indicating we should surface.

“What are you doing?” I hiss when our heads breach the surface.

“Coming after you.”

I slap the water, which splashes up around me. “Damn merpeople’s day of love. You only think you’re in love with me because of this day.”

“Who said anything about love? I’m just looking for a fuck.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you now…” I flick my tail to move closer. “Do you know sirens fuck in the water?” I’m ho ping to repulse him. Many males from the other races in Belivar don’t mind fucking a tail. Shifters even try to fuck in their animal forms. But not a lot of human males like the idea of fucking a siren in their true form. But the growl emitting from Kynan, his eyes still a dark stormy gray, sends my arousal spiraling again.

My siren’s conquest has been fulfilled.

I shouldn’t want this male anymore.

Yet I find myself excited about fucking him while I have my tail.

KYNAN

Due to my blurry vision underwater, I can’t view all of her glorious siren form. There is a bright cacophony of rainbow colors from what I can see.

But when we resurface, her tits float up to the top. Having not seen them before as they were hidden under her shirt, and I was too busy trying to sink my cock into her pussy, they are fucking glorious.

“Where did these come from?” I ask, reaching out to grab them.

“Ugh.” She instantly magicks a piece of purple silk twisted to look like a bandeau around her chest to cover them.

“I thought you all wore shell bras.”

She draws back, the lust in her dark eyes fading. “What? No. You know how uncomfortable that would be? ”

I chuckle at the affronted look on her face. “Well, in all my fantasies, you do.” I pull the material down.

I’m definitely getting my hands on these beauties. A man needs to grab a woman’s tits just for the sake of copping a feel. I cup them at first before gentling my hold and lightly run my fingers along the underside, making her breath hitch and her mouth fall open slightly.

I circle my fingers in smaller swirls until I encircle the dusky pink nipples, not quite touching the peaked buds in the center. I want to savor this moment and play with these beauties as long as I can.

But impatience flares within me, and I can’t resist leaning forward and taking one of the peaked buds into my mouth, tweaking her other nipple between my thumb and finger, making her moan softly.

I press my erection against her tail, rubbing where I hope was the location of her pussy.

“You like that idea, do you? Of fucking me with a tail.” She pants.

“Fuck yes.” I didn’t come before, so, of course, my dick has risen quickly again, but it has never been harder at the thought of fucking her with a tail.

She grabs my hand and moves it down her torso. My fingertips shimmy over her scales, making her shiver.

I’m curious to see how this will work when there it is, a newly formed opening in her tail.

“No clit?”

She shakes her head and pouts. “That’s the downfall of a siren’s slit. No clit. Why do you think we go up to land so often for sex?”

I grin at her and curl my fingers up, not knowing if she has that secret spot inside her that most women do, but completely surprised at the amount of wetness inside her channel. Most females lose their lubrication during a bath. Trust me, I know. It seems erotic to fuck a female while sharing a tub, but usually, it chafes more than it is pleasurable.

I grunt with pleasure and suck on her left nipple again, running the tip of my tongue around the peaked bud.

She grips the back of my head, holding me in place.

Fuck, this is making me harder.

When her grip eases, I move to her other nipple, continuing to pump my fingers inside her slit.

I can’t wait to slide my cock in there.

With her back arched, her tail fins press against my shins as she comes.

Pulling my fingers free, I place my cock head at her slitted entrance and push inside. Her channel, while tight, isn’t as a snug fit as the last time I was inside her. She has different outer appearances between her having legs and a tail. Can her pussy in her tail be different inside too?

It’s more difficult than I thought to fuck a siren in the water. I’m like a teenager again, learning how to use his dick on a woman. Luarna must be taking pity on me because she grabs my ass cheeks and pulls me against her in a steady rhythm.

“That’s it. It’ll take some practice to get it right how I like it.”

Her words stir something in me. Possessive thoughts that her encouragement means she is going to keep me. But I also hate she’s done this with other males.

“You’ve fucked other males in this form?” I grit out.

“You’re not the only one with a tail fetish.”

I grunt and grab her backside where I think her ass is—does a tail even have parts to it—and hammer into her, determined to show her I’m a better fuck than they were, trying to erase the memories of them from her mind.

She comes, her insides clenching around my cock like a vice, but her moans are softer than before.

So wretched with myself at my performance, I don’t even allow myself the pleasure of coming inside her, letting my cum spurt out into the water.

I press my forehead to hers, disappointed in my efforts.

“Fuck, I need to do that again.”

LUARNA

“Huh.” Kynan’s words pull me out of the post-orgasmic haze.

“We need to do that again.” He reaches for me.

I hold him back at arm’s length, my channel still sensitive from both times we had sex. “I still came.”

“Aye, but I’ve experienced the joyful pleasure of feeling you clench around me. That isn’t it.”

“Does it really matter to you?”

“Aye, my pride is at stake here. I can’t have you thinking I’m bad as a lover when?—”

“When what?”

“Nothing.”

“You really want to make me come hard in my sea form?” The idea that he wants to do this again thrills me. Something carnal deep inside likes that he’s eager to fuck me with my tail again .

“Fuck yeah. I want more.”

“I don’t think I can give you more,” I say quietly.

“Then you’re coming with me.”

“What? No. I can’t. Not today of all days.”

Even though I’ve gone ashore to defy my mother’s wishes, having a human claim me is a step too far.

Though she can’t berate me for wanting to be fucked again with my tail.

That’s what she’s been drilling into me for all these years.

Sirens fuck, they don’t fall in love.

“No, I need to fuck this tail again to prove to you… and myself… that I can give you a fucking good time.”

I shake my head. “Do you know what today is? Velade ia cietra . Merpeople’s day of love. There’s magic surrounding this day that makes merpeople fall in love. I can’t be here in the water or remain in Caedor. I need to get away.”

“Then you should definitely come with me,” he growls out the words. “You said you want to escape the remnants of this merpeople’s day of love. What better way than sailing above the sea?”

I am highly tempted. We shouldn’t feel any effects of the day’s magic on board his ship. I also liked the enthusiastic way he fucked me in my sea form. No one has ever made me come fucking me while I’ve had a tail, and he wants to do better.

Why am I contemplating this? This isn’t normal behavior. I’m acting like a mermaid .

Yet, I can’t bring myself to say no.

Maybe Velade ia cietra is affecting me more than I think.

I place my hands on his shoulders. “Yes, let’s do this.”

We swim back to the shore, and I make my tail disappear to legs. Kynan holds out his hand to escort me onto the shore. While I’ve become adept at walking on land, I appreciate the gesture.

But I shouldn’t like that he’s a gentleman. Where is the vulgar pirate who I can shield my heart from?

I dry us off as we wade onto the beach. Sirens don’t have a lot of magic, but a neat trick we possess when traveling from sea to land is the ability to dry ourselves off quickly and procure clothes out of thin air.

“Oh, thank the goddesses, they’re still here.” Kynan lovingly lifts his sword and pistol, pressing them to his chest.

I shouldn’t feel a pang of jealousy at the tender way he strokes the two weapons.

No, I shouldn’t.

I’m not staying with him for love.

It’s just fucking.

That’s all.

We return to the dock, Kynan’s hand on my lower back the entire time.

It shouldn’t thrill me to like his touch.

We stop at the last ship dock at the end of the pier, the Deadly Destiny .

“Ho, Captain,” one of the crew members leans out over the railing and calls out to him. It’s the blond man I saw Kynan with earlier.

I’ve seen ships from afar, but I’ve never been this close to one before. The ship towers overhead, and from my vantage point, I see one mast in the middle, the sails secured to the booms. It is in better condition than I expected from my limited interactions with Kynan. The timber has a shiny sheen, with the scent of wax polish reaching my nostrils. But then again, I haven’t experienced what he is like as a captain.

Yet.

A large platform of wooden slats held together by horizontal slats a foot apart lean against the dock and angle up to the opening in the ship’s rails.

“Is it safe to cross?” I ask.

“Aye, the gangplanks are sturdy enough. Shall we?” Kynan guides me up the wooden ramp, his hand on my lower back. Once again, my mind wars with my heart about him being a gentleman as we climb the gangplank and onto the main deck.

“Boys, this is Luarna. She’ll be traveling with us for a bit.”

I squeal when someone pinches my ass. Usually, I would be languishing in the attentions of other males.

Who doesn’t love a good gangbang?

But for some reason, it feels wrong after agreeing with Kynan to be only his for the duration of our fling.

It’s such an odd thing for a siren to experience.

KYNAN

The bastards are mauling my woman—no one should be touching her.

“Get your hands off her.”

“But Capt’n, she’s a siren,” Marver protests.

“Aye, she’s my siren . Lay a hand on her again, and you’ll lose it. You’ll have to use a hook for a hand, and we all know how impractical that is on a ship.”

“But Capt’n, if she ain’t crew, you can share her with us.”

I spin on my heel and grip his throat, lifting him into the air and making his mottled face turn a brighter red.

It’s true. If any woman is on board, she can be shared by the crew if she is willing.

Luarna certainly isn’t showing interest in any of the men. Even if she did, she is mine . I’m never going to share her.

“No one touches her, ye savvy?”

“Aye, Capt’n.” He gasps, and I drop him onto the deck.

“And that goes for the rest of you scurvy dogs. Luarna. Is. Mine .”

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

“Aye.” I grab her hand and tug her to me. “Set topsails and get us ready to make way,” I order.

“You heard the Captain,” Roberts yells behind me as we head to my cabin.

I’m going to make her scream my name so loudly it will be seared into my crew’s minds that she is off-limits.