She had stopped caring about her surroundings.
She needed him to fuck her.
She yearned for him to touch her, to let his hands roam across her body, leaving a trail of warmth on her skin.
Sensing Maelstrom’s hot tongue on her chest, a harsh shudder rolled through her body. It was a sensation she had never felt before, but she knew it wasn’t over. When he stopped, she pleads for him to continue, silently. But Angie’s pleas turned into commands he eagerly followed.
Realizing Maelstrom was less hesitant with Angie telling him what to, she continued to do so and encouraged him when he became imaginative.
She had never felt so weightless and alive before, and it wasn’t because he was a siren.
With that thought in mind it dawned to Angeline, he hadn’t kissed her for a while. And yet she still felt ecstatic. Another mind consuming tremor took over her body. Imagining him coming inside her almost made her go insane, and the need to feel his lips on hers became unbearable. She knew with absolute certainty she would never be able to have sex with anyone but him.
Greedily, she reached out for Maelstrom, and he instinctively moved towards her, groaning in unison as their positions changed.
This time, it was different when they kissed. They both held each other’s faces, pulling each other closer. Angeline forgot she was human, and he was not. She didn’t think about their situation or the dooming fate they were steering towards.
“Hold on for as long as you can.”
Angie didn’t know if it was him or her saying these words, soundlessly, or if it was someone else entirely. Simply, because she didn’t want this to end, them to end, or the world to continue turning. Desperately, Angeline needed this moment to freeze. She knew the water washed away her tears before they burned her.
Maelstrom moved suddenly, almost violently and reduced Angie to nothing more than her basic senses. Every move was a tidal wave crashing down on her, almost drowning her, just to full her lungs with pure oxygen and rapture. And while he plunged into her, withdrawing ever so painfully, he continued to kiss her, breathe air into her as if he was the one depending his life on her, and not the other way around.
Angeline clung to his body as if he was so much more than the one keeping her alive or making love to her. He was her very will to exist, the spark resting in the core of her body, the light that fueled her soul.
With one final move, Maelstrom ignited something inside her Angie hadn’t known was slumbering like a dying ember.
This was, after all, fate.
Angie cradled Maelstrom’s head against her chest, as he came inside her. His hair was like disintegrating silk to her fingers. Just like he seemed to be nothing more than a vivid dream, which would be fading into oblivion the moment she woke from her drowning sleep.
7 – Blood
Angeline had no idea for how long they held each other in this tight embrace. She had forgotten the aching for air, even though she couldn’t remember the last time Maelstrom had breathed oxygen into her lungs.
When reality had caught up with them both, Angeline knew she had to get out of the tank for those men to collect their samples. The thought alone made her shudder. She hadn’t wanted it to get that far. Angie had planned to make these despicable humans believe Maelstrom wouldn’t come inside her. That he had the willpower to prevent this. Although a part of her regretted her plan hadn’t worked, another was now and forever his, yearning to flee with him into the vastness of the ocean.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to him in her mind, before she reluctantly pulled away from him.
Angeline didn’t know what was worse, that she had to part from him or that he let her go so easily.
Her fingers were still touching him, as she left.
“Hide,” Angie heard in her head and instinctively, her hand tightened around his lower arm, but what followed weren’t words.
Maybe, because he didn’t know these words yet, or maybe because Maelstrom wasn’t calm enough to take the time. Pictures and feelings were rushing through her mind, but Angie barely managed to catch up on them. Just as she simply watched the images, they made sense to her, even after she had to let go of him and get out of the water. What Maelstrom was telling her still echoed in her head.
Hank was the one carefully faking a rough grip on her upper arm, guiding her towards the door, which led inside. The thought alone he would tell her to sit down and spread her legs so he could collect semen from her. She wanted to look for that steak knife, grab it and stab him with it; several times. But that one word still resonated in her head: “Hide.”
Going below with Hank didn’t appear to be the worst thing recalling the images Maelstrom had sent into her mind. Violent waves crashing on the deck of a vessel, washing men overboard. Grey water turning dark red. Beautiful voices screaming lethal songs.
Was this what was about to come? What he was asking her to hide from? Or was he just hoping this would happen? That his family was coming for him so he could escape…without her?
Angeline knew this was why he had bit his lip and commanded her to spit it out over the railing, along with a strand of his hair. Recalling what this could mean send an icy shiver through her body. She hadn’t really thought about it, even though Angie pondered if Maelstrom had used her to send a message to his kind. She hadn’t had the time to think any further about it.
What would they do if they arrived?
What would the sirens do, if they learned how one of their own had been treated?
What kind of information was inside Maelstrom’s blood? Could he hide a message in it like he did with his touch?
Apprehension created goosebumps on Angeline’s skin. Hopefully, they would know she wasn’t one of the crew members when they arrived.
As she was pushed forward, Angie was pulled back to the surface of the here and now. It was the first time she had been alone with someone other than Roger. And now, it was the one she assumed to be the man’s secret lover.
When she turned around to sit down on the bed she had slept on, and on which these men might have done their thing, Angie decided to look Hank straight in the eye. She had nothing to do anyhow.
He avoiding her stare was no big surprise.
Hank gestured a circle with his right hand, turning his face away, which was ridiculous since he had been walking behind her while Angie had been somewhat covering her front with the clothes, they had given her; meaning Hank had seen her bare buttocks the whole way. Probably, he just couldn’t look at her.
So, Angie put the clothes next to her, spread her legs, and placed her feet on top of the bed as if she was sitting in a gynecologist’s chair.
Hank’s face was burning red, but he still pulled out a tube that reminded Angie of a quick DNA test. And then, he hesitated.
For a split second, Angeline panicked.
She hadn’t thought about what she had done until the very moment Hank’s red face turned pale. What if sirens didn’t have sex like humans and what if her actions had doomed her to die of parasites, or worse? Now, Angeline regretted enjoying horror films, as her imagination started to run wild.
“You’re bleeding,” Hank stated.
For a moment Angie was beyond relieved.
“You didn’t look like you were hurting,” he added.
Angie felt disgusted when she remembered several men had watched her having sex with a merman. That thought alone was crazy and unbelievable. And she was living a nightmare right now.
She flinched when Hank took the sample.
“I’m not sure if that contaminates the sample.”
Angie realized he was thinking out loud, and not really talking to her, until he looked straight at her. “You might have to do it again, hopefully without bleeding. But I doubt you’ll refuse to do so. So, don’t put on clothes just yet. I’ll get you something to tend to the bleeding.”
“Afraid I’ll ruin your lingerie?” Angeline couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.
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p; Hank froze mid-movement when he was about to turn away. She could see him blush again.
Without any verbal reaction, the man turned his back to her and walked into the kitchen. There, Hank lifted the seat of the bench she had been sitting on a few times now for meals and he put something on the table before he produced a first aid kit and gave it to her. What he carried wasn’t the item that was interesting to Angie. There, on the kitchen table, was a bolt cutter. She couldn’t believe Hank didn’t realize what he had just shown to her, or he simply was just as sexist as he was into kinky fuckery?
Had Maelstrom manipulated him somehow?
Quickly Angie pulled her attention from the item she needed to get her hands on, as soon as possible. Should the sirens come to Maelstrom’s aid, someone still would have to free him from the boulder inside the tank. And that person would be her.
“There should be something in there.”
Angeline felt a bit steamrolled when Hank simply turned around and left, after tossing her the opened first aid kit. Maybe it had been what she had said to him, or maybe he just was the asshole he appeared to be, the first time she saw him. Clearly, he had no idea how a female body worked because a first aid kit wouldn’t help her at all.
Angie sighed as she viewed the items spread across the floor, considering picking up all the items. Then, she hesitated, realizing her initial thought was wrong.
This man was either stupid or trying to be helpful, because right there, between the bandages and band-aids was lying a disposable scalpel. Either way, Angie knew these guys weren’t her friends or allies, because they were the ones who had killed their friends.
Quickly, she reached down, took the blade and hid it in the folds of the blanket covering the bed. Then Angie hastily checked the remaining items for whether they could be helpful to her or not, before she put on the clothes again. Only then, did she dare to tiptoe towards the closed door of the cabin. Carefully she opened it and pried through the gap, silently praying for the bolt cutter to still be there. It was. Angeline didn’t hesitate but jumped out of the cabin to rush towards the tool, grab it and race back into the smelly bunk that was her prison.
Only after that did Angie put on some clothes since she didn’t want to walk across the deck naked again. She expected to be called by Roger any time now because she believed Hank would report to him the samples were unusable. However, it was more important to hide away the bolt cutter right now.
Suddenly, Angeline became aware something was off. It took her a few heartbeats to realize the yacht’s engine had died. And yet, there was no true silence. Strange sounds reached through the closed door into the inside of the cabin. Sounds Angie couldn’t resist. With the bolt cutter still in her hands, she turned around, hesitantly moving towards the thin door, which hadn’t been shut properly.
Angie was sure she had heard these sounds before: drawn out tones reminding her of the calls of whales but being sung by human voices. This song she heard was as unearthly and beautiful as Maelstrom’s appearance. They had come for him.
Although Angie knew the myths and legends of sirens, she still couldn’t stop herself from walking on deck. She barely saw Roger and Hank’s comrades, who weren’t even moving an inch. They just stared at the ocean completely captivated by what they heard.
The only face directed at her at that moment was Maelstrom’s. Angie was incapable of reading it, but it didn’t matter. She would use the chance and free him. Gripping the bolt cutter tighter, she braced herself to run towards the tank, when the merman suddenly moved and smashed his palms against the thick glass.
Angeline frowned in confusion until she realized he was shaking his head.
Something wasn’t right.
Angie, however, didn’t get the chance to find it out on her own.
“What are you doing out here?” Roger bellowed, and she froze, quickly hiding the bolt cutter behind her back.
Angeline couldn’t drop it and risk losing it. But it dawned on her that this wasn’t really her problem. Everyone on deck turned around and stared at her, right at that moment.
She wasn’t sure what was more terrifying: all these men moving in unison, or the awed and yet hungry expression on their faces.
All, but Roger. Even Hank seemed to be affected by the enchanting sounds coming from the sea, which was a bit strange to her.
“Get her,” Roger simply ordered and turned his back on her, seemingly not caring about how his order would be carried out.
It was he who approached the tank now, staring at what it held captive. Hank followed, acting as if he was in some sort of trance.
Roger not caring for her wellbeing was a punch to Angie’s stomach, and the figurative pain was replaced with panic. Instantly, she rushed back to the door leading inside, clinging to the bolt cutter, as if it was her heart, which was trying to jump out of her chest and run head.
It was her survival instinct taking control over her body and making her move before she consciously chose to act. But it was still too late.
Angie didn’t know if she tripped over something, or if someone had grabbed her, or if someone made her trip. The result was the same: she fell lengthwise onto the floor, and as she crashed the bolt cutter slid onwards against the door because she tried to lessen the blow with her hands. Angeline still hit her head, and the world seemed to drown in darkness.
Voices were yelling all at once, some demanding, others discussing, but all of them around her.
Angeline blinked and shook her head, trying to restore her vision, as she was suddenly dragged away from her goal: the bolt cutter. She wasn’t pulled any further, because someone was holding her at her wrists. And they didn’t stop, even when she was crying out in pain. They were pulling at her and tearing her clothes as if she was some piece of meat everyone wanted a piece of, and she had no chance to fight off all the hands grabbing at her.
It could have been Angeline’s imagination, or the pain causing an auditory hallucination, but she heard the water in the tank sloshing again. Maelstrom was probably in distress, either because he couldn’t help her or because Roger and Hank were doing something.
“Let me go!” Angie protested, but her scream was consumed by the noises around her, as the men were starting a brawl.
Unfortunately, not all of them.
The remaining ones were starting to pull and yank at her clothes, managing to pull down her pants, while another was forcing her face up, painfully bending her backward. The man already had undone his pants, and his cock was sticking out rigid. Angie’s pants weren’t even halfway down her thighs, when she felt the cock of a man behind her rub against her ass.
No matter how much she tried to twist herself into a position from which she could fight, the iron grasp of several men on her body wouldn’t allow her to.
So, this would happen to her after all. And even worse, they might break her literally in the process. This was why Maelstrom had tried to send her back under the deck.
Still, Angeline wouldn’t give up without a fight. She was ready to hurt them if she could, and if that meant biting off a cock in the process, she would.
Suddenly a deafening scream shook every human being within earshot. Angie’s face collided with the floor as the man forcing it up dropped it so he could cover his ears. Everyone did the same. As did Angeline. The tone was still ringing in her ears even after it had stopped. However, Angie had no idea when it did so.
Quickly, she curled up, so it would be harder for everyone to grab her again, and then forced herself to stop covering her ears, even if it meant she would be permanently damaging her hearing.
Again, Angie’s sight was dazed, but it could have been a result of the unbearable noise messing with her sense of balance, which resided in her inner ear. Her goal was still to reach the bolt cutter. And, Angie crawled towards it.
Maybe it was Maelstrom, she thought since the attention of all men on deck had been pulled from her and each other, to protect their hearing. A siren wouldn’t have don
e that if it would disturb their enchanting song.
The moment Angie’s fingertips touched the bolt cutter, she stretched out her hand to grab the tool and turned around. Her eyes instantly locked with his, the male siren. She just knew it had been him. His facial expression was distraught, even worried, and seeing her well seemed to make him relieved.
Instantly, Angeline reached down to pull up her pants again as fast as possible, so she could take the bolt cutter into a tight fist. If any dick would come her way, she was determined to cut it off.
Just when the effect of Maelstrom’s bone-chilling scream had worn off, Angie could hear the beautiful song again. This time, it was much closer to the yacht. Again, all men on the deck were mesmerized by the ocean, save two: Hank and Roger, who were staring at the tank.
It made sense to her. Those two were into men, not women.
Why didn’t Maelstrom just grab them like they grabbed her? He could easily rip them to shreds with his claws and fangs. Why didn’t he?
Was Maelstrom worried his action would break the enchantment of his family?
When Angeline got up on her feet, she watched the merman bring his attention back to the two men who were basically glued to the tank’s glass, gaping at him in awe and lust. And the other man did just the same, slowly moving towards the railing, completely oblivious to their open flies, bruises, black eyes, and throbbing cocks.
Angie fought off the impulse to use the bolt cutter on every one of them, but that would most certainly break the siren’s enchantment.
Instead, Angeline tread carefully forward.
The song of the sirens was more than potent. The harder Angeline tried to withstand the bewitchment of their call the harder it was for her to ignore it. Like an earworm of one of your favorite songs. What she would do for some earplugs right now. But Angie was sure she would still be able to hear them. This melody had already gotten under her skin. Angie wasn’t even into girls. At least, so she had believed. How much stronger would Maelstrom’s voice affect her?
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