Chapter 4
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.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as my whole body jerked as he found the small ridge inside me that was the entrance to my womb.
“Carrion! Wait, I-” But I cut off with a cry as he stroked it again, and my eyes rolled.
“Carrion…” I groaned as he hesitantly pressed again before he withdrew his fingers. I wanted more.
As soon as he came inside me and gave me his seed, my womb would open, and I’d be ready to breed. But he needed to widen my ass first.
“For a man who claims to be the Queen’s guardian, I thought you’d have more confidence,” I choked out as I squeezed tighter around his neck, as if my body wasn’t already humming with pleasure.
Suddenly, all that hesitating and his warnings went out the window as a growl tore through him and his fingers plunged inside me.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, my thighs weakening as more slick gathered inside me.
With one firm surge, he reached high into my ass, and I thought I was going to come. A tremor tore through my body as I shouted.
“What if I do this?” he asked, seconds before his fingers bent. I cried out as he pushed hard on the ridge, the darkness behind my eyes exploding like a nebula as he kept pressing there, beating his fingers against it like a drum. “Does it still feel like I lack confidence?”
“Carrion!” I gasped, falling forward into him. With my chest pressed against his, I was at the perfect angle to back down onto his fingers.
“Don’t move,” I gasped, not recognizing the high pitch of my voice.
I ground my hips, rotating in circles. “Just stay like that. I can-” I cut off with a yell as he chuckled next to my ear, stretching out his fingers, reliving the pressure on my entrance, and leaving me moaning.
I didn’t want to bend, but it felt like I was going to collapse if he didn't make me come.
“Get your fingers back on there,” I demanded, though it came out in a tremoring voice. The control I always had when I fucked other people drained away through the harsh stroke of his fingers. In the past, even when I was lost in the throes of pleasure, I’d never felt so exposed.
If he kissed me again, I was sure I’d melt.
“I like it when you speak like that,” he said, just as his fingers curved and he pressed the ridge again. I jerked, my eyelashes fluttering as relief swept through me, and I ground on them.
I didn’t recognize the high moans and whimpers that fell from me as I rocked against him.
It was like his cock was already inside me; I was riding him for all he was worth.
“Is that what you like?” I groaned. “Seeing a future ruler whining and begging just because you have good fingers?”
“Is it that I have good fingers? Or is it that you are so desperate that you’ve already lost your sense of reason?”I grit my teeth, trying to pause, to show him I was fine without him. But even a second felt like too much, and I had to grind on him again.
“It’s not about watching a future king. It’s about watching my-” He cut himself off, his eyes widening, slamming his lips closed.
But it didn’t stop his smile.
I wasn’t playing that game. I was here for his cum, and I needed that before I did anything crazy like to call him my mate out loud, even though I could feel our bond forming.
Carrion leaned back in the small chair, looking up at me with a curious expression. I could see he was as horny as I was, but there was something else there I didn’t recognize.
I’d never been in battle. I’d had one-on-one fights with knights at the training ground, but it wasn't the same as a full-on war. Assassination attempts didn't compare to survival on a battlefield.
And the look Carrion gave me was just like that. As if he was struggling for his life as he thrust his fingers into me.
I yelled as he went deep, losing my grip, my ass falling hard as it collided with his fingers. My back arched as pleasure fired its way around me.
My gills opened, the spines of my ears flared, my asshole clenching tight around him. I wanted to hold him down and milk his cum.
I needed to feel him inside me, to suck on his essence, to prove he was the one to bear my children.
“Carrion,” I gasped. “Carrion, I need you to-” I winced as his fingers suckered free and the slick that had been building inside me fell from my ass and soaked his thighs.
Carrion groaned as it gathered on his fingers, and he rubbed my ass again.
I loved how he wanted to play and pleasure me, but there wasn’t time for it.
I had to stake my claim before the sun rose.
If he still wanted to go back to his queen, I needed his seed before he left.
Though I preferred the idea of stealing him from the queen so I could hide him in my palace and he could breed me until his hips gave out.