Shipwreck Souls

by Kendra Moreno

  Loch let go of my hair and I slumped back into Hurley, my legs shaking. Leaning forward, I swiped my tongue across Loch’s chest, tasting the salt on his skin. He grabbed my chin, hard enough to bruise, and forced me to look at him.

  “Looks like I need to put your mouth to good use. On your knees, I want you to suck Hurley’s cock,” he ordered, and I dropped to the sand happily, wanting to explore them as much as they explored me.

  Hurley let go of my breasts and moved away from my back, making me shiver from the cold. Bay must have noticed because he replaced him, his body heat warming me where I knelt on the sand, looking up at Loch and Hurley. Licking my lips, I eyed Hurley’s cock where it stood at attention, thick and hard, bobbing against his stomach with pre-cum beading on the top. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue across the mushroom head, making him groan as his hips jerked towards me.

  “Lor, don’t tease,” he begged, his hands coming to tunnel into my hair as he tried to drag me closer. I resisted him, just to let him know I could, and he stopped tugging, letting me do what I wanted. In reward, I opened my mouth and slipped the tip of him inside, curling my tongue underneath while I sucked. He let out this breathy little moan that had me wiggling in the sand, turning me on.

  “Fuck, Capt. I won’t last long, not with her lips wrapped around me.” He sounded pained, but if he could talk then I wasn't doing a good enough job. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and sucked him down as far as I could, then lifted back up and dropped back down again. He thrust with me, shallowly at first, before he picked up speed and began fucking my mouth. Grabbing onto his hip to steady myself, I hollowed out my cheeks and let him fuck himself into my mouth. I rolled my eyes up to his and almost moaned at the pleasure carved into his face as he watched me with Loch at his side, his hand wrapped around his own cock as he stroked it leisurely.

  Lifting my head, I popped him out of my mouth, my hand still worked his base and he grumbled.

  “I want to kiss him,” I whined, taking a page out of Hurley’s playbook, and Loch grinned down at me.

  “You want to tease him, want me to help?” he asked, his eyes only for me, and I nodded eagerly.

  He grinned back and gestured at Hurley’s waiting cock, and I happily sucked him back down. He grunted and swore as he thrust again. I watched eagerly when Loch let go of his own cock and grabbed Hurley’s hair like he did mine, and turned the other man to face him.

  “Looks like our girl wants to tease, I better do as she says.” He smirked at Hurley before kissing him.

  Hurley’s eyes flew wide as he stood stock still against his captain and me before groaning. With one hand still in my hair, gripping it as he fucked into my grasp, he grabbed his captain’s shoulder with the other as he dragged him closer, his eyes closing as he kissed him back.

  The sight nearly made me come. Moaning around his cock, I watched the erotic sight in front of me. Knowing Loch was only doing it for me had me needy again, my pussy pulsing. Bay chose that moment to drop down behind me, his hands going to my breasts as he stroked me. I gasped at his touch and almost choked on Hurley’s cock.

  Loch pulled away from a dazed Hurley and circled him, before standing behind the other man. As he towered over him, he looked down at me as he twisted Hurley's head back around to watch me as well. Hurley’s rhythm started to falter and I knew he was close, so I dropped my hand from his hip and cupped his balls, my eyes locked on Loch’s as he bit Hurley’s shoulder, exactly like the sailor did to me.

  Hurley swelled in my mouth before exploding with a yell, his come lashing my throat and forcing me to swallow.

  I pulled away and licked him dry before sitting back on my hunches, pushing against Bay. Loch let go of Hurley’s shoulder and allowed the man to slump back against him, his face slack and dazed in satisfaction as he watched me like I was his dream come true.

  “Fucking hell, I’ve never come so hard,” he groaned. I licked my lips and he closed his eyes if pained. “Fuck, I want her again already.”

  “You’ll have to wait your turn,” Bay joked, as his hand stroked down my stomach and circled my clit before tapping it lightly.

  Bay pulled me back and I yelped as my arms grasped at air, before he lay on the sand with me on top of him. Loch stood at my feet and his eyes ran over my body hungrily. Bay’s cock pressed against my ass and he lifted me like I weighed nothing as he lined up with my entrance.

  Dragging me back down on top of him, he pushed in each slow, delicious inch, so I could feel his long, thick cock. It was so much bigger than Hurley’s. He didn’t stop until his balls met with my skin, then he paused as he gasped for air and let me adjust to his size while Loch watched us. Bay pulled out slowly and thrusted back in. He teased, just like he did with his fingers. Going slow and steady, pushing and working me up until all I wanted was him to ram inside and fuck me hard. I arched up and cupped my own breasts, twisting and flicking my nipples, making me clamp down on him and he groaned, his fingers almost cutting into my hips with their brutal grip as he controlled his movements.

  I could feel the power in him, yet he fucked me gently and then he pulled out, leaving me cold and empty.

  “Please,” I begged, needing them.

  “Bay had to get his dick nice and wet,” Loch informed me, crouching at my feet before crawling up my body until he hovered over us both.

  “Why?” I gasped as Loch’s fingers rubbed at my nub, coating in my wetness before bringing it to his mouth and licking them clean.

  I watched him taste me as my breaths seesawed in and out.

  “He’s right, you taste amazing, and because he’s going to fuck your tight little ass while I fuck your pussy. Now, open for your captain,” he ordered, and I saw heaven.

  I parted my thighs willingly, my mind stuck on the image of being caught between them as they fucked me. He didn’t waste time, he didn’t tease like Hurley or go slow like Bay. He lined up and slammed inside me, stretching me before pulling out and hammering back in. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he leaned down and kissed me, sweeping into my mouth while his thick cock branded me.

  Bay’s fingers snuck between our bodies and flicked my nipples, ramping up my need as I found my rhythm with Loch, pushing down so he bottomed out inside me. Our breathing and the sound of flesh meeting flesh drowned out the ocean and the rest of the world until all that mattered was his cock and tongue.

  Bay’s fingers traced down my sides and around my back, then he circled my other hole. He pushed inside slightly and I tensed up, but when he just stilled so I groaned and pushed back. The sting of him stretching me and Loch fucking me drove me crazy. He pushed in deeper to the first knuckle before pulling out and slowly pushing back in, stretching my tight asshole. Panting, I leaned up and kissed Loch again, losing myself in his mouth when Bay added another finger and scissored them, making me scream into Loch’s mouth.

  Bay pushed me up and Loch grabbed me, keeping me suspended there as Bay reached down and parted my ass cheeks, making me freeze up.

  “He won’t hurt you Rory, it will feel so good,” Loch promised, turning my head back to him when I went to look over my shoulder.

  He slowed his thrusts and kissed me gently as Bay’s cock probed at my hole. I’d never been touched there, and I think if I was human this would be impossible, but he pushed the tip in, my hole stretching around his cock. The pleasure bordering on pain.

  Loch stilled when Bay pushed in, all of us breathing heavily, until he was halfway in. Then he dragged his cock back out, keeping me motionless before pushing in again. Tired of going slow, I pushed back and he yelled, his cock thrusting in hard until he was flush against my ass. The feeling was so intense, almost painful, as I feel both of them stretching me to my limits, and if they didn’t move, I would have screamed.

  Bay pulled me back against his chest as Loch dropped over me, picking his rhythm back up. When he pulled out, Bay pushed in, both of them fucking me as I moaned and whimpered, caught between that li
ne like a knife’s edge.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot. She looks so beautiful held between you both.” Hurley’s voice came from my side, and when I glanced over, I saw him laying back on the sand next to us, watching as he circled his hard cock with his hand. When he saw me looking he sped up his strokes, his cock leaking pre-cum.

  He watched his friend and captain fucking me and I watched him back. He groaned, thrusting harder into his hand when I moaned in sync, struggling to keep my eyes open from the pleasure pulsing through me.

  Loch growled into my throat before nipping me there, his thrusts becoming harder as Bay pounded into me. They built my pleasure higher, pushing me over that edge until my mouth opened on a silent scream and I shuddered between them, clamping down on their cocks as they stuttered and came as well. Loch exploded inside my pussy and Bay in my ass, and when my eyes drifted open, I saw Hurley’s unfocused gaze as he came all over his stomach.

  Loch dropped on top of me and slid slightly to the side, so he didn’t crush me while we all gulped air, trying to breathe. Sweat and other liquids covered my body, and I’d never been more relaxed. It was a good thing that sirens have better stamina, strength, and endurance than humans.

  “We are doing that again,” I said breathlessly, and they all laughed, which made me giggle.

  Bay and Loch groaned as they slipped out of me, and I turned so I was in the middle, staring at Hurley with Loch at my back, and Bay contentedly lying in front of me.

  Loch wrapped his arms around me and drew me into his body and I snuggled closer to Bay so I could rest my head on his arm. Hurley muttered and crawled nearer, collapsing across Bay’s legs until he could rest his head on my thigh.

  “Tell me a story,” I asked, cuddled into Loch’s arms.

  He huffed, his arms wrapping tighter around me as words flowed from his mouth. “There once was a woman named Moonia, she fell in love with a simple painter called Jed…”

  My sweet captain, who held me as close as he could, spun me a story of a woman and man in love until the day she died. Upon her death, her lover painted the night sky for her, with her in the center—the moon. Falling asleep with a smile on my face, I let his words follow me under.

  I woke up warm and needy, my pussy slick and pulsing from my naughty dreams. Opening my eyes, I saw that the stars and moon still shone down on me. Bay was turned on his side facing me, with Hurley stretched out behind him, his arm thrown casually over the other man.

  Loch was still pressed against my back, cuddled as close as he could get. Slipping from his arms, I double-checked that they were still asleep before walking to the water. I dipped my hands in and washed away the gritty feeling covering my skin, before running the water along my body, cleansing everywhere. My scales followed in the water’s wake, the colours of purple, blue, and green shining in the moonlight. Turning my arm, I watched the hues dance in the moonlight. I knew I was beautiful in this form, I knew that, but there was also beauty in being human—in humanity. The three men sleeping behind me were prime examples of that.

  Shaking as much water off of me as possible, I frowned when my scales still lined my arms and legs. Seashells, I couldn’t go back over there like this, if they woke up and saw, they would freak out. Panicking, I stood up and searched around until I found my forgotten dress. I dried off with it and blew out a relieved sigh when my scales slowly started disappearing back into my skin, leaving me human once more.

  Walking quietly as I could over to the guys, my feet sinking into the sand, I crawled back into the spot between Loch and Bay. This time facing Loch. He looked peaceful in his sleep, all the lines and attitude gone, not a captain in charge just a man peacefully asleep.

  I reached up and ran my fingers along his sun-kissed skin. Tracing his cheeks, his chin, his forehead, and finally down to his lips. I lightly ran my finger over them, gasping when his mouth parted and he sucked my finger inside, his tongue curling around it. Shooting my eyes up, our gazes clashed. He was fully awake now, and watching me as hungrily as I watched him. He reached up and slowly drew my finger out of his mouth, making me bite my bottom lip.

  Trying to push my need away, I let questions flow from my mouth. Wanting to know my captain better. “Why are you a captain?”

  He grinned and kissed my finger gently, before tucking my hand against his chest as our legs entwined. He doesn’t seem bothered by me killing the mood, in fact his eyes softened, watching me sweetly as his hands held me to him.

  “I just am. I was always the leader when I was younger. Bay is too quiet, always lost in his thoughts, and Hurley doesn’t take a lot of things seriously, so it fell on my shoulders.”

  Nodding in understanding, I played with his fingers. “Do you like it?”

  “I love it, I can’t imagine being any place but at the helm of a ship. It’s so freeing out there, being on the water,” he whispered, his eyes taking on a faraway look. One I probably had when looking at the humans. Strange, or maybe fate, that we would find each other. He longs for the ocean and I long for land.

  “I love the water too,” I admitted and he blinked hard, bringing himself back to me then grinning.

  “Ah, we learn something else about our mystery woman.” He winked. “Tell me something, anything.”

  Biting my lip, I debated on what to tell him. “My father is a powerful man, he’s kind of controlling but I love him so much. I have two older sisters and we are usually joined at the hip. We grew up on the sea, we learned to swim before we could walk…” I trailed off, unsure what else I could tell him. I had the urge to spill everything, but I didn’t want that tenderness turning to horror or worse...fear.

  “Okay, but what about you?” he asked seriously.

  “What do you mean?” I countered, confused.

  He made a noise in the back of his throat before his voice came out low and soft. “You told me about your family, even your upbringing...but what about you?”

  “I-I like to explore. My family can be quite...dark, and they have this set path for us, but I always wanted to just explore. Different...” I froze before continuing, almost saying species. “Races, communities. I want to see everything,” I admitted, baring all my hopes and dreams for him to see. It made panic claw at my chest as I waited with bated breath for his judgment and ridicule.

  “We are the same,” he said softly, and I saw the truth in his eyes. He’s like me, curious...an explorer. My captain. My panic lessened as I relaxed in his arms. He’s right, we were the same.

  Drinking in his handsome face, I could no longer ignore the dirty thoughts racing through my mind and I decided to just go with my instincts. I pounced him, pushing him back until he hit the sand, and we landed with me on top, hovering over his waist. His eyes widened before they began to smolder as I lowered my head and fused our lips together.

  He returned my kiss, chasing me when I pulled away to trail my lips down his neck to his shoulder. Grinning, I bit him hard on the crook of his neck, getting my own back. He groaned under me and his hands came up to grab my hips as he rubbed his hardening cock against my already wet pussy.

  Running my lips down his chest, I circled his pierced nipple with my tongue before moving over his abs, which looked like they were chiseled from marble, and along the V that led down to his now hard cock.

  “Rory,” he groaned, and the sound of my name on his tongue did funny things to me. “I need you,” he admitted, and when I looked up, the need and caring in his eyes had me rubbing my thighs together to relieve pressure in my aching pussy.

  “I need you too,” I whispered back, licking the tip of his cock before rising up and centering myself over it.

  He watched me the whole time, his hands on my hips as I grabbed his cock and started to sink onto him. Wiggling and pushing down, I worked my way down his thick cock until his balls slapped against my skin. I leaned forward and laid my hands on his chest for support, and started moving, riding him.

  As I moved, he helped lift and drop me as his hips thrust up
to meet mine. I lowered my head and kissed him, our rhythm slow and unrushed as we loved each other.

  Pulling back, our breath mixing, I increased my pace and rode him hard. He dropped me faster and I leaned back, throwing back my head and moaning into the night. Every time his cock dragged over the nerves inside of me, I could feel the pleasure building again. When he reached up and cupped my swaying breasts, I was done. He threw me off the cliff. Moaning, I came on his still hard cock as he worked his way through my tight channel, still fucking me while I came apart.

  He flipped us and lifted my thigh over his shoulder, and started hammering into me, fucking me hard and fast, pushing me through one orgasm and into another. I screamed as my eyes rolled back in my head and he yelled with his release, his come filling me up.

  Panting, he pulled out of me and dropped down so his head was cushioned on my chest. My shaky hands came up and I tunneled them through his hair, twisting and playing with it tiredly.

  “Looks like we missed all the fun,” Bay joked next to me, and I smiled when I looked over at him.

  He was still on his side, watching us with his head popped up on his arm and a cheeky looking Hurley peering over him. “Is it my turn now?” Hurley asked, making me laugh.

  “Let her sleep, you horny pervert,” Loch ordered, even as he smirked at him.

  “Fine,” Hurley grumbled, as he clambered over Bay and lay down next to me, looking at me innocently.

  “Night, Lor,” he whispered.

  “Night, Hurley,” I whispered back.

  Closing my eyes, I went to sleep with a smile still curving my lips and my men surrounding.

  Chapter Four

  Loch, Bay, and Hurley were still sleeping when I watched the ships coming into the harbour. It seemed that even in human form I had some of my strength and endurance, and I think I wore them out, if their snoring was any indication. I had woken with the sunrise and my body itched to go into the water, which was lapping at the stones near my feat, but I couldn’t risk one of the men or ships seeing me. So instead I sat observing the comings and goings, the crashing ocean waves, and the men I found last night snoring my own personal melody. I wasn't stupid enough to think that one night meant anything. For me it had been about curiosity and that all-consuming need unfurling inside of me, but I would admit that something in me cared for the human men. Especially after the soft way they treated me last night, and the joy and happiness they included me in. No, these men weren’t mine, but I wanted them to be.