Chapter 32
Elva
My body switched from my playful and seductive siren to warrior in the blink of an eye.
I sprang to my feet, yanking my daggers from my chest sheath.
Njall was on his feet faster than I expected, and I tossed him two of my blades since he’d left his sword with the horse.
The woods had gone silent—no chirping birds, no rustling leaves, no scurrying animals.
I kicked myself. If I had been paying attention instead of trying to distract myself from my pain with Njall’s body, I would have noticed.
He leaned in close and whispered, “Stay at my back. We’ll see more of the woods that way.”
“Obviously,” I muttered. Does he think I'm that clueless?
Pressing our backs together, we scanned the surrounding area.
A wind rushed past us and through the trees, sending leaves and branches rustling.
I let my senses take over and listened for the slightest shift in the forest floor.
A faint crunch came from the left. Both of us turned toward it, and that’s when they struck from the right.
A group of Huestur guards charged from the trees. There were eight that I could see, too many for me to control with my charms. We'd have to handle them the warrior way.
One man in an ornate tunic, clearly the leader, went straight for Njall.
I smirked inwardly; he'd regret that choice when I carved his precious crest from his chest and made him eat it. Njall shoved me aside just as the blade nicked his shirt. He dropped low, grabbed a fistful of dirt, and flung it into our attacker’s face.
A battle cry came from behind us, and I spun to see two more men come running from the woods.
These men were not as graceful on their feet as the first group, so I tossed the two daggers I was holding, landing one in the first man’s eye and the second in the other’s throat.
Both men went down solidly, their bodies crashing against a log and sending it rolling.
Blood seeped out of the one man’s neck, while the other had fallen on his face, blocking my dagger from sight.
“Elva, watch out!”
I turned in time to duck under the fist that came flying at my face.
Grabbing another dagger from my sheath, I lunged for the man, but he was too quick, jumping out of reach before I could stab him.
The others were closing in behind us, and I struggled to keep track of them all.
A pained cry came from the man Njall was fighting—not the captain, but a younger man who’d snuck up behind him.
My dagger protruded from his chest, and Njall was wielding the remaining dagger and a heavy stick against the leader.
The captain laughed mockingly before he barked an order in his native tongue. His men surged toward Njall like a pack of wolves. They surrounded him and seemed to be toying with him—knocking him around between them, before they shoved him to the ground, pinning him in place.
A giant of a man emerged from the trees, his arms as thick as branches, and he came at me with impossible speed.
I hurled my last dagger at him, but he swatted it away like an insect.
Instinct screamed at me to run, but I couldn't—not if these were the men who’d taken my brothers.
I needed to know where they were, whatever the cost. And if I wanted to have the quiet future I envisioned, I needed Njall.
Njall fought as if his life depended on it, which, honestly, it might.
He kicked his legs and tried to free his arms until three men sat on him.
As much as I wanted to help him, I couldn’t take my eyes off the giant stalking toward me.
I darted sideways, aiming for the trees.
He snagged my tunic with a meaty hand, yanking me toward his chest. I drove an elbow back into his gut.
I kicked my leg up to try to hit him in the groin, but he clamped his legs together, trapping my ankle.
His grip tightened as I writhed against him.
Across the clearing, Njall's grunts of pain grew more desperate.
The captain's men had hauled him to his feet, two holding him while the third threw punch after brutal punch.
I expected the man in charge to gloat, but instead he fixed on me with an unreadable expression.
“A siren. Interesting.” He left his men to manage Njall and strolled over to me.
I refused to play into their prejudices of sirens, keeping my features neutral as he grabbed my chin, examining me with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
He paid close attention to my siren traits—my one green and one blue eye, my multicolored hair, and my iridescent skin that shimmered faintly this time of day.
“I assumed sirens would be beautiful beyond measure, but you are merely a pretty face.”
“Maybe because she isn’t singing,” the oaf holding me suggested
The captain lowered himself to my eye level, his breath hot against my face. “Is that it, little siren? Are you only pretty when you sing? Or only when you ride a man’s cock?”
I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from trying to bite him. I needed Njall and me to get out of this alive, and getting vicious wouldn't help. The captain smirked, clearly pleased with himself, before yanking my tunic down and exposing one of my breasts. “You do have great tits.”
“I grew them myself,” I replied, narrowing my eyes at him.
“I can see that,” he muttered, before turning to his men. “Tie the prince up.”
“Will we be taking him back to the castle?” One of the lower-ranked men asked. The captain glared at him as if he disgusted him.
“The king has grown bored with him. Whether to keep him alive is our choice. The same for our little siren here. We could just make her disappear, and no one would ever know.”
An uncomfortable heat was coming off the man behind me. I knew exactly what the captain was implying.
“We could just slit the prince’s throat and be done with it now,” another man suggested, holding up the dagger they’d wrestled away from Njall.
“No!” I cried out before I could stop myself. All eyes turned to me.
“No?” The captain raised an eyebrow, glancing between me and Njall.
I knew what was coming. I’d known it the moment the words slipped from my lips. The price of his life would be my body. But it was a price I was willing to pay, as I’d used my body countless times before today. At least this time, it would be my choice.
“I think I could be persuaded,” the captain said, “if you willingly spread your legs for me and my men. We’ll take you regardless, but it would be .
.. pleasant to have you eager.” He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger and looked down at me, his eyes clouded with lust. The stench of sweat and greed clung to him.
I could tell he was the kind of man who took what he wanted, that he’d done it before and would do it again given the chance.
The arrogant ones always thought they deserved first dibs on the siren.
It’s what made them so predictable, and so easy to kill.
“Tie him to the tree,” the captain ordered, gesturing toward Njall. “Let him watch me teach his siren how a real man should feel.”
The younger man dragged Njall away as the giant loosened his grip on me. The captain and this monstrous oaf would be my first victims. Once I cut off the serpent’s head, the rest would fall.
Njall fought and cursed as they dragged him across the puddle of blood on the ground.
When they started to tie him to a tree at the edge of the camp, he broke free long enough to punch one man's groin.
At least that one won't be enjoying himself.
Another of the guards joined the fray, and together they managed to yank his arms back and secure them to the trunk.
The captain turned his attention back to me, tilting my chin up so my eyes bore into his. “If you hope to save his life,” he said, “you’d better make me and my men very happy, little siren.”
With my arms free, I stepped away from the giant. There were still too many of them for me to use my siren charms effectively, so I relied on my other skills. I slipped my empty dagger sheath over my head and began unlacing the front of my tunic.
The captain licked his lips as I loosened my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving my breasts on full display for him and his men.
One of the younger men whistled, but I ignored him.
Young men who had never seen tits before were not the ones I needed to worry about.
The seasoned warriors at my front and back were the ones I needed to manage.
The giant's enormous hands engulfed my breasts from behind, pressed against my backside like a weapon. I could handle a lot, but even I would likely struggle to take him.
“Wait your turn, Helmut,” the captain snapped, grabbing the front of my pants and wrenching me away.
He spun me around to face his men, and I could see the erections forming in their tight pants, as the captain slid his hand into my underwear and stroked between my folds.
I let out a little moan as his fingers grazed my clit on their way deeper.
“How wet is she, Captain?” one of the younger men asked excitedly.
The captain laughed. “You’d drown in her pussy, Rolf.
” He pulled my hair back and wrapped his fingers around my throat before shoving his fingers inside me.
“That’s a good little siren whore. Nice and wet for us.
” He squeezed my neck, making me gasp as he pulled my head to his mouth.
“I’m going to take you in every hole you have, and when you’re covered in my cum, my brother Helmut will do the same, and then we’ll give you to the men.
After we’re through with you, if you’ve pleased us, we might let your prince live. Understood?”
His fingers tightened around my throat, making it impossible to speak, so I nodded.
“Good girl.” He dragged me toward one of the larger logs and undid his pants without releasing my neck. His cock sprang out, already hard and waiting, but nothing remarkable.
“Like what you see, whore?” he grunted as he sat on the log with his legs spread wide, finally releasing his grip on my neck.
I focused only on him, ignoring the others, as I slowly stepped out of my pants.
Swinging my hips, I moved toward him, running my hands along his thighs.
I felt him quiver with each soft squeeze.
Finally, I wrapped my arms around his neck and straddled him.
He moaned as I hovered over him for a moment, but his patience ran out, and he grabbed my hips and shoved me down on his cock.
I let out a little gasp noise I knew men expected, and he half moaned, half chuckled, as I rocked on his cock. Njall screamed with rage behind us, while the other men fell silent. I glanced back and saw most of them were too busy stroking their cocks to notice exactly what I was doing.
The captain held me down and thrust up into me, grunting like a pig eating slop. I rolled my eyes and focused on releasing my talons and my fangs slightly, subtle enough not to be noticed. I still needed the big oaf closer to set my plan in motion.
I let out another girlish gasp and made sure to let my ass bounce and jiggle as I rode the captain.
As expected, his brother grew impatient, and I heard him unclasp his pants.
The ground crunched as Helmut came up behind me and pressed his massive frame against my back.
The captain dug his hands in my hair, pulling my mouth to his—and that was my moment.
I sank my fangs into his lip before he even knew I’d grown them out.
My talons burst from my fingers, and I slashed them across his back, flaying him open and spilling blood and flesh in their wake.
Twisting sharply, I thrust my hand up into Helmut’s neck before he could put that giant dick anywhere near me.
As his blood ran down my arm, I turned toward the younger men.
The two youngest fled into the woods, but I wasn’t worried about them.
They wouldn’t be believed if they even made it back to the Huestur Kingdom.
When I stood up, the captain's body tumbled backwards off the log.
Helmut lay on the ground behind me, still gasping and gurgling uselessly as he bled out.
I smirked as I stalked toward the remaining guards.
As they raised their weapons, I opened my mouth and sang.