Chapter 3
Carrion
With one arm on Azul’s lower back, my other rounded his right thigh as I kept him steady and upright. It gave him the chance to throw his arm over my shoulder and press his other hand over my heart.
And I instantly softened into his touch.
“Did you want to see me too?” he asked as he wiggled his ass. “I’m sure you’ll like the look of my cock as well.”
“Want is subjective, Your Majesty.”
The price tipped his head as he let out a melodic laugh. It bounced around the room, sending shivers of desire through me.
“I wish you’d be more honest with yourself, Carrion. How can I know what’s going on in that stoic head of yours if you answer me in short sentences?”
“Then how about a different kind of response?” I said, leaning forward, captivated by him as my lips hovered centimeters from his.
My lust was already burning through me, and I was sure he wouldn't stop me if I kissed him.
But he was still a royal, and my sense of duty told me that even touching him like this was wrong, despite how my mouth was already watering.
My hand on his thigh crept upwards, nerves dancing through my veins as I pushed aside the thin slip of fabric to cup his ass.
“This is exactly what I was hoping for,” he sighed happily, his webbed ears twitching.
The hand over my heart sprung into action, skimming down my chest and over my leather pants.
“I’m surprised you don’t have scales here,” I said as my fingers clenched harder around his soft ass cheek and he moaned as I kneaded him.
“There are other places that don’t have scales I can show you.”
I groaned as he took the initiative, his breath melding with mine as his webbed hand pushed at my pants. I didn't even have time to protest before claws curled around my cock, freeing it as he gave me a firm stroke that pulled a cry from me.
“You’re already so hard. Do you want me that much, Commander?”
He stroked me again, and I instinctively thrust into his hand. I wished he couldn’t see the pleasure splashed across my face as my lips parted and I moaned for him.
“Your Majesty, please…”
As he stroked me again, his claws slipped under my cock to press so softly against my balls that my body betrayed me.
“I like it when you beg, Carrion. Please, what? Should I go faster? Harder?”
My hand shot out to grip his forearm, intending to stop him.
Like fireflies dancing in my veins, pleasure glowed warmly in my body, melting me as my excitement heightened.
I would shame myself later for letting my guard down. But the moment was only for the prince.
Everything with a mate was more intense, be it happiness or misery, pleasure or pain. But I never guessed that the pleasure from a single stroke of my cock would almost make me come.
“I can see it, Carrion,” he hummed, leaning forward, the chair creaking under our weight. “I can see how much you want to fuck me.”
Another stroke, another squeeze, and the grip I had on his arm softened as I let out a stuttered breath.
Images I had been fighting for weeks came flooding back: of the prince under me, over me, of him dissolving into pleasure at my touch, and reigning over me like the ruler he was.
“I want it, Carrion. I want to feel you plunging into me. My body can barely wait to feel you. Don't you feel the same?” he asked with another rub of my cock.
My bottom lip dropped open in lust and surprise, ready to welcome him. All my years of training my body and my mind, and I failed to resist when it mattered the most.
But I couldn’t wait; I couldn’t hold it in. I needed him so badly that my hand fled from his forearm, plunging my fingers into his shining silver hair as I forced his lips to mine with a groan.
I swallowed his cry of surprise as I used his ass as an anchor, rolling my hips against his hands.
All my restraint snapped the moment the harsh tang of sea salt filled my mouth. I had no chance to think as his forked tongue creased my lips and I gave myself to him.
I pressed harder, his kisses wild and rough like the ocean he was born from.
He may have driven me to madness, but I was in control as I devoured every inch of him, sucking him down, taking him in whatever way I could.
I licked the split of his tongue, and he burst into moans. Any thoughts I could cling to faded as he wrapped his arms around my neck. With his chest against mine, his moans in tune with my own, was there a reason to think when I held him so close?
His grip on my cock hardened, and I winced as the tips of his sharp claws dented me, but I was too lost in him. He squeezed me tight, gasping between our kisses with what I hoped was delight.
I endured decades of great battles all in the name of my queen and country, yet the siren prince had defeated me.
“Your Majesty…” I groaned as he pulled back from the kiss with a laugh. I had no other words for him. Could I even tell him to stop when it was the last thing I wanted?
His warm weight, the icy touch of his skin, his sharp breath, and the music of his voice all covered me in bliss.
What had I been searching for my entire life if not a mate?
“Azul,” I said his name like it was a secret, whispered on a single breath as I softened my grip in his hair.
His eyes widened as I guided him back to my dry lips. I took my time, offering him soft kisses that he hungrily devoured.
Until Azul broke the kiss to sigh, watching me closely as my heart soared. It had been many years since I'd experienced the delicate nerves that danced through me. He nudged my nose with his, exciting me, and that was the only signal I needed.
“Carrion,” he purred my name like it amused him. “I’ve had men killed for less than speaking my true name.”
“Then, what should I call the man I’m about to fuck?” I asked.
My hand slid from the etheric strands of silver hair to his webbed ears, a deep moan echoing from him.
The simple intimacy of stroking them was enough to awaken the wild spirit I only reserved for battle.
I never needed to take care of my body except to remain fit for battle, but now I wished I were more handsome for him. Could I even keep up when so many years separated us?
He was barely in his twenties, his movements supple and fluid. I might be skilled with a sword, but my fingers still ached from old wounds as I dug them into the siren prince's ass.
“Carrion, touch me more,” he groaned as another stroke of my cock drove me wild.
He deepened the kiss, the sharp points of his teeth grazing me as he took my bottom lip between them and sucked.
My hand left his ear to stroke along the gills that lined both sides of his throat. He shuddered as my rough fingertips caressed each one, and I groaned at how wet they were.
I counted sixteen gills, eight on each side. As I reached the last by the curve of his neck, Azul gasped, releasing my lips as I traced the line of it. His gills fluttered open as he took a deep breath, and more wetness beaded on my fingertip.
It was so sexy I could barely stand it, especially accompanied by another stroke of my cock.
I tentatively lowered my mouth, pressing my lips to the soft flare of one of his gills.
“Carrion!” he cried out, air whispering over my lips from his gills.
My only goal was to make him cry louder. Because the sound of him opening himself up for me, and the depth of the feelings that flowed through the growing mating bond was too much for me to overcome.
And so I kissed his gills. I did not know how sensitive they were, but with each touch, his body jerked.
“Oh fuck. Oh, fuck, Carrion! Do that again.”
Confidence bloomed within me. This time, instead of kissing, I ran my tongue across the crease of his gill and felt him come apart around me.
His hand slipped from cock to grip my thigh as he ground his ass into my hand.
One thrust, one lick, and his gills fluttered and shuddered under my tongue. I moaned as liquid seeped from them and swirled through me like an elixir.
The deep-sea brine was addictive, and I couldn't stop licking him.
The Sun Nation was built on the burning deserts and lush oases to the far east of the continent, and half of its people had never experienced the sea.
It wasn’t until I was twenty-five that I first saw the immense expanse of the dark, stormy oceans on the west of the continent, the opposite of the bright eastern Sapphire Shores.
The taste of his gills reminded me so strongly of those storms that I wanted to sink into his deep expanse as I made love to him. Not just fucked him, but treasured every part of his body.
Every kiss had him crying out; every time I licked one of those soft gills, he buckled under me. His pleasure was mine, bursting inside me like a wave.
“Do you think you can take more?” I asked breathlessly, easing away from his neck to look up at the beauty of a powerful siren abandoning himself to pleasure.
His webbed ears shook, fluttering along with his pleasure.
“Yes, Carrion,” he groaned, “just touch me.”
The hand on his ass slipped between his cheeks, and I pressed two fingers against the tight ring of his asshole.
His whole body jerked, his back arching as he thrust his ass out towards my fingers, warmth blanketing me.
“Oh, God. Carrion,” he gasped, dragging me into another kiss as he frantically ground against me, but I wouldn't push inside him. Not yet.
The composed prince who cornered me had vanished, replaced by a man driven solely by his desires. But wasn’t that what I’d become too?
I had to see. I had to see what he looked like when I kissed his gills. As I pressed my lips against him, his eyes rolled, his lips parted, and my breath caught at his beauty.
I couldn’t tell if his cries meant he was coming, because I didn’t know if he had a cock. Instead, there was a long vertical seam that started under his stomach and disappeared between his legs.
Even without his hand on my cock, I was barreling headfirst towards an orgasm, and the only thing keeping me sane was the salt from his gills covering my tongue. I found the center of a gill, pressing my tongue against his delicate flesh before I sucked.
And he exploded.
I ripped my mouth from him, his shout so loud I was scared I had hurt him. Until he buried his claws in my hair and forced me back down onto him. I followed his cue, kissing and sucking on his gills, his shouts and cries collapsing around us as he grew unhinged.
“Carrion, more,” he whimpered, thrusting his ass downward, but I kept my fingers at the edge. The siren prince had teased me, and now it was my turn.
“I thought you just wanted my cock?” I asked, nuzzling his throat, kissing everywhere I could reach apart from his gills.
“No, I…” he shifted under me, his torso shaking as he ground on my fingertips. “I just need…” he trailed off with a cry as I increased the pressure on his ass.
“I heard that siren anatomy differs from most species. But, from what I can see, your ass will take my fingers just as easily as a human.”
I kissed his chin, the scales that ran up to his ears, and even tugged on his webbed ear with my teeth. Each place elicited a low cry of need.
“Carrion, please. Don’t stop. Just keep - ugh!” He melted again as I kept sucking, obsessed with his noises of pleasure.
I guessed I was not made for teasing others, because he whimpered, shaking his ass, meeting my eyes with need. “Give me your fingers, Carrion,” he groaned. “I can't wait anymore.” And I gave in.
As soon as the tips slipped inside, I was met with a warm, slick substance that ran down my fingers and coated my hand.
“Your Majesty…” I said, my fingers massaging the edge of his ass, entirely ready to thrust inside him. “What is this?”
“It’s because- ah!” he cried out as I spread my fingers, widening his hole as more slick fell from him. “It’s because I want you.”
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?