The Pirate and His Siren

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

LUARNA

M y love—I still got a little tongue-tied on the last word—had run with my idea of land pirating.

He renovated the Deadly Destiny into what was now called The Wandering Siren . He said if I hadn’t returned to him, he would have called the ship The Runaway Siren and chased after me in it.

I withdrew sex for a week after hearing that.

While I enjoy sex, I reveled in the power withdrawing sex had.

But my idea has been successful.

We struck merchants traveling across Belivar, using the rivers to cross into the different lands. Until winter struck and rumors began of our impending arrests, we fled back to the Bay of Udira. The local authorities had no jurisdiction over the sea.

The sirens and merpeople aren’t concerned with the laws or affairs of the land races.

There’s even a small island newly commandeered to use as a hideaway base. The crew members who are carpenters helped us to build a small village, which is where we are currently docked.

It’s our anniversary day, so I’ve sent the crew to the village.

Kynan is below deck checking the stores of trade with Roberts. The telltale heavy footfalls of my love reach my ears as he ascends the stairs to the main deck.

I lay back, preparing myself to show him his surprise.

Roberts appears first. His eyes widen when he spots me before he quickly averts them, keeping his head ducked as he disembarks, much to my amusement.

“Lass, is that a shell bra?” Kynan’s strained voice draws my attention back to him.

“Yes, and it’s the only time I’m wearing it for you. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Well, I appreciate the effort. Your tits look magnificent.”

I should hope so. I had to scour the sea to look for two clam shells that not only matched but were large enough to cover my breasts. Then, I got them lined with Corvityr leather and Olientar silk, and the edges still press into my skin. But he’s right—the shell-bra contraption pushes up my girls to make them appear even more fabulous.

Kynan begins stripping off his clothes. “I can’t wait to fuck you like this.”

My channel quivers with anticipation, and my nipples press against the underside of the shells.

He places a leg on one side of my tail, straddling me, and leans forward.

I place a hand on his chest. “Steady on.”

He grunts but draws back, giving me space. “My love, you’re killing me.”

“It’s our anniversary. It’s been a year since we met. ”

“Aye. How could I forget the day my life changed for the better?” he says, softly running his thumb over my cheek. Kynan rises and walks over to a chest, pulling out a silk-wrapped package. “I got this for you.”

Touched, I take it from him and lay it on my tail, unwrapping the material, and gasping at the present inside. It is a piece of clothing similar to a dress. While breeches were practical to move about on a ship, I have always complained about missing the feminine lines of a dress or skirt.

The skirt of the dress is made of two large, wide pant legs that fall around my legs like a skirt but are made of sturdy Olientar silk. The bodice is a laced-up belt over a soft material shirt, another form of silk that is breathable.

“I love it,” I cry and lean forward to wind my arms around his neck.

“Aye, I’m glad because I was stocking your wardrobe full of them.”

“You sneaky pirate, I thought you were below deck.”

“Aye, I had to sneak down below to throw you off.” He grins at me.

“Come here.” I tug him closer and pull his mouth down to meet mine.

Kynan cups the back of my head and lowers me, supporting me as his lips move against mine. Sweetly at first—he’s been this way since we declared our love to each other—before he turns demanding, his tongue seeking entrance, which I oblige him. I love what he can do with his tongue on both sets of lips.

I find myself being pushed back onto the deck. His hand is in my hair, the other sliding underneath the shells.

I have to stop this now, or we’ll be fucking before I can give him my gift. But he kisses me hard, slanting my head at just the right angle, which sends shivers down my spine and heat growing in my core.

His hard cock presses against the front of my tail, rubbing against my slit that’s fluttering open. He rocks it against me, and I groan in his mouth.

I press my hand to his chest and push him back while I sit up, but still he chases my lips.

“Stop,” I mumble against his lips. “I have this whole thing planned.”

He grunts but pulls back, his chest heaving. “Look who’s being all lovey-dovey now.”

I should be offended, but he is right.

Love has changed me.

Well, my perspective of love itself.

I place my hand on his chest. “I want to give you something.”

Kynan cups the shells, pushing my breasts up. “This ain’t my present?”

“It’s a part of it. I want to sing for you.”

His eyes lift to mine, his gray gaze locking with me, and he moves his hands to my cheeks. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I say softly, placing my hands over his. “I know you love me. My singing won’t change anything about how you feel other than maybe enhance it.”

He presses his forehead to mine.

I pull back and gesture for him to sit back before I open my mouth, and then ethereal vocals begin to flow from me while Kynan watches on, enraptured by my song.

As soon as I’m finished, he cups my face again, kissing me deeply, and presses his forehead to mine. “Thank you for giving that to me. It was beautiful, beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. ”

This time I surrender to his kiss, wanting him to fuck me as much as he wants.

We’ve had more love sessions while I had my tail, but never have I dressed up to epitomize his sexual fantasy of a siren.

He lays me back, sliding his hands down and lifting my tail to the angle perfect for him to slide in. But he’s teasing me, notching his cock at my entrance before pulling away. Frustrated, I moan into his mouth, lifting my tail and urging him to enter.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whimper. “So badly.”

“Right here on the deck?’

“Uh-huh, with my tail.”

“Yes, lass, are you ready for me?” Kynan growls.

“Yes, singing my song to you made me so aroused.”

He reaches down, running his fingertips along my slit. He growls and kisses me, hot and frantically. “Next time you sing, we’re plugging up the crew’s ears, or we’ll ask them to leave us on an island for a week. You’re soaking.” Raising himself to his knees, he angles his hips to drive into me.

I mewl at the sudden intrusion, my channel greedily sucking him in.

“Ah, Luarna, you feel so fucking good.” Kynan’s eyes screw shut, but he snaps them open, his steely grays piercing into mine.

“Happy anniversary, ese zérala .”

It’s Udiran for my mate.

My heart soaring, I pull back, searching his face. “Where did you learn that?”

“I asked Ikina the last time she was here.” Within a month of Kynan and I reuniting, Ikina and Jackur visited us in Caedor, the four of us accepting each other as family .

My friend and her mate visit us on the island regularly.

I kiss him hard, lifting the hip section of my tail to meet his, making him moan.

“I love you, my pirate captain.”

“I love you, my fierce siren.”

With his knees braced on either side of me, he thrusts into me.

“You’re so good at that now.” I pant and grip his shoulders for support. He hammers into me over and over again until I’m seeing stars. My channel milks his seed as he comes, not that we are aiming for younglings yet. Neither of us is ready for that.

But I am no longer dismissive of the idea.

One day, we’ll have younglings swimming in the waves around the ship or clambering around on deck.

I will be a better mother to my children than mine ever was to me.

For now, we have each other and the crew.

And that is more than enough.