by Eden Redd
Merra turned her eyes to Sylk. “And my dear magical sister, you will have the privilege of lying with a clan leader and I have one more song to teach you.”
Sylk said nothing. Conflicted feelings spilled through her at the news of payment. The thought of being with Merra had fallen to the back of her mind. The green siren eyed the blue one and a wicked smirk appeared.
“I knew you would have difficulty with the payment that is why I waited to tell you. Now hear my song of hearts and learn it well.” Merra smiled.
The blue siren looked up and watched as Merra began to sing. The melody was hauntingly beautiful as it flowed from her throat. Ness became entranced as his body swayed to the vibrations. Sylk could not fight her own feelings as they began to well up. Both female and male siren looked to Merra, their hearts glowing and blood rushing. The cave took on a comfortable haze.
The beautiful Merra sang on, eyes half closed but gazing back at Sylk. Ness could not contain himself any longer, floating closer to his leader and pressing his body to hers. Merra smiled and stopped her song. Sylk could barely think. Even with the song gone, it curled around her spirit with inviting warmth.
Ness was hard and he pressed his head to Merra’s full breasts. His tongue snaked out to lick a dark green nipple. Sylk watched as his hips tried to maneuver his member in between Merra’s naked thighs. The loincloth strained to contain him.
“My little male, please Sylk first.” Merra said with a soft whisper.
Ness broke free from his leader and turned to the blue siren. Sylk stood naked, warmth pooling between her thighs. The red male slipped his loincloth off and let it fall to the sandy floor. Sylk looked down at his throbbing member, her own desires becoming all-consuming. Merra floated to a bed of seaweed, watching with lust in her eyes. The red male swam to Sylk, gently reaching out and lifting her up. The blue siren didn’t know what to expect as she floated. Scaled arms wrapped around her thighs and pushed her whole body easily through the water, pressing her back to the wall. Ness looked up from between Sylk’s thighs, hungry for her. Pressing his mouth to her slit, his tongue ran along her, savoring her taste.
Sylk shuddered from his touch. Webbed hands clutched to the back of his head. Squeezing her thighs, she kept him in place as he lapped at her, his tongue swirling around her nub. Trembling, the blue siren could feel her body crying for release. Moving her hips to his tongue, the warm sensations beat stronger and stronger. Ness held her in place against the wall, his tongue lashing her and her taste spilling onto his lips.
The blue siren let out a high-pitched moan and her body shuddered from an orgasm. Sylk couldn’t remember coming so fast in her life. Nerves curled again as she could feel another one growing deep within. Eyes half open, she looked to Merra lying in the swaying seaweed. The green siren cupped her own breast and swirled a nipple, her other hand between her thighs, rubbing her engorged clit. Sylk wanted to be there, on her knees and between the green siren’s thighs. A need pushed at her very being but the sensations were too much. Another orgasm exploded, sending hot spirals through the blue siren.
Ness continued to drive Sylk mad with lust. When a third orgasm erupted, the blue siren could not help but notice that she wanted more. Ness growled his need, his erection hard as stone. Sylk was so lost to Merra’s bliss; she made no move to return his affection.
Merra watched and rubbed herself. “Ness, let go of her. Sylk, come to me. Nestle between my thighs.”
Ness let go, his eyes on Sylk with a raging hunger. Sylk floated to the sandy floor and crawled over. The heat in the cave dialed to eleven. Merra lay with legs parted, webbed fingers massaging her sensitive spot. The blue siren moved her arms to give her body a gentle push. Landing between green thighs, the siren buried her face between her teacher’s legs. Merra let out a pleased gasp as Sylk pressed her mouth against her green hairless line. Tongue caressing, Sylk could not contain herself. Merra ran her webbed hand through Sylk’s blue flowing hair. The blue siren thought she was tasting ambrosia and she wanted more.
Ness had floated in close, eyes on Sylk’s swaying bottom. Landing on his knees, he took hold of Sylk’s hips, pressing the head of his cock to her opening. The male looked up to his leader and she nodded her approval. Sylk moaned as the male pushed his red-skinned cock into her slowly. Inches buried in her until he reached the hilt. There he stayed, Sylk adjusting to his size. The blue siren could not help herself as her own webbed hand moved between her thighs, rubbing her clit and touching Ness’s cock in her. Merra sang her song of hearts, causing their hearts to blaze once again. The red male held on to Sylk’s waist, looking down as he moved his hips to a deep primal urge. The blue siren rubbed herself to his hips touching her bottom. He was being gentle but firm, making sure he pushed himself as deep as he could go and pulling out but never breaking the connection.
Merra stopped singing and let out a warm gasp, an orgasm rolling through her. Sylk noticed Merra’s taste intensified and she lapped at it more. The clan leader let her head roll back, ecstasy filling every cell of her body. Ness’s cock thickened. Sylk clenched around him, feeling raised veins against her tight opening. It was too much for the male as he grunted. Spurts of come jetted into Sylk and she moaned as the surge of warmth absorbed inside her. Merra closed her eyes and hips pushed against Sylk’s mouth, another orgasm filling her body with bliss.
Ness did not soften as he continued to thrust. Sylk did not give it a second thought as he rammed into her, forcing her open and taking every inch. A string of orgasms stormed through her, causing her eyes to roll into her head and stopping her from pleasing her teacher.
Merra raised her head, staring at Sylk, as she was lost in a cloud of pleasure. Sitting up, she caressed the blue siren’s cheek as she moaned louder and louder. When it was blinding, another string of orgasms exploded. Quivering, the blue siren slipped off Ness and fell onto her side, fingers rubbing, pushing out more pleasure and drunk on mana overload.
A small stream of come drifted up from Sylk’s opening as she lay. Merra looked to Ness as his member was thick and throbbing like a weapon.
“You may lay with me now.” Merra whispered the command.
Ness crawled to his clan leader. Before he could move any closer, Merra threw herself at him, knocking the red siren onto his back. Mounting him, she roughly took hold of his cock and placed it to her tight opening. Sliding down, Ness moaned as Merra stared at him.
“You have not earned the right to mount me just yet my little male.” Merra said coldly as she moved her hips up and down.
Ness acquiesced and lay like the servant he was. Merra’s breasts bounced to her rhythms. Sylk lay on her side, propping her head up with one hand and rubbing herself with the other. The current was electric with their energy. Merra took control, holding Ness down and controlling every bit of movement. The green-skinned siren beckoned Sylk to move in closer. Sylk complied, moving close enough to touch Ness and her head was close to Merra’s thigh. Ness turned his head, pushing Sylk’s hand away and letting his tongue run Sylk’s sex. The blue siren shuddered to his magic tongue as it played with her just right. Merra watched as Sylk clutched Merra’s thigh.
“Mistress, I’m coming.” Ness said with panic.
“You will not come in me. You will however feed our guest.” Merra said matter of fact.
Merra pulled herself off of Ness’s throbbing cock. She took hold of Sylk’s flowing hair and moved her head to the pulsating member. Sylk closed her mouth halfway down and sucked, pleasure from between her legs pushing away all reason. A moment later Ness pulled his mouth away from Sylk’s slit and groaned. The blue siren felt shockwaves of come spurting into her waiting mouth. The mana was too much and Sylk felt her vision vertigo. Closing her eyes, she drank down as much as she could before pulling away, come floating from the corners of her mouth.
Merra leaned over and kissed the dazed blue siren, tongue licking come from her lips. Ness moaned, wild urges pushing him to continue. Merra on her knees moved off to
the side but she pulled Sylk with her. The intoxicated blue siren moved along until she was on top of the male siren. Body moving on automatic, she mounted the still hard male, his member spreading her walls once again.
When Sylk reached the hilt, she stayed there, swaying. “I can’t take anymore.”
Merra caressed Sylk’s breasts with loving care. “The night is far from over.”
Merra leaned in and suckled on Sylk’s pointed nipple. The blue siren could not control herself as she moved up and down on the male’s cock. Ness groaned and Sylk whined. Mana filled her and overflowed. The siren bounced, unable to fight her urges. Another string of orgasms exploded one after the other. Time came in flashes as moans, mana and life swelled. Merra held the blue siren close. Ness took hold of Sylk’s hips, helping to control the tempo, cock thickening, come erupted, filling the already full siren. Sylk’s vision turned white as pure ecstasy flooded her being, her spirit touching other worlds of consciousness throughout the night.
Four
Sylk looked up through the clear water to the sky above. The moon was waning but its glow still lit up the sky. Tilting her head down, she looked side to side to her escort of sirens and mermaids. Merra was at her side as they led the way back to Lantern Beach. The blue siren felt haggard and drunk as she swam. The night and well into the day etched into her very being. Being with her kind taught her more then she ever thought possible but she missed her master dearly and yearned for his touch.
The sandy bottom elevated into view. They were close to the beach. Merra put up a webbed hand and the escort stopped swimming. The green siren moved close to Sylk, circling her webbed hands around her blue waist.
“Your time with us, magical sister, has been a joy.”
“I have learned so much.” Sylk said with a touch of sadness.
“You are welcome to come back and spend time with us. Bring your master so we may settle payment. Even then, you may visit any time afterwards. We could use another strong sister to fight Draygon’s armies.”
“Thank you Merra. I will be sure to come back.” Sylk said with a of touch uncertainty.
Merra ignored the doubt in her eyes. “See that you do. I wish to have more nights like last night in the future.”
Sylk hugged the green siren close. Sirens and mermaids crowded around, saying their goodbyes and hugging the magical siren. Ness waited until everyone was done before swimming closer, his eyes lost in sorrow.
“Please come back. My heart will yearn for you until the end of my life.” Ness said in a low tone.
Sylk ran a webbed hand along his boyish cheek. “Do not wait for me. My heart belongs to another. Be free and love another.”
Ness shook his head. “I cannot. I love you.”
Merra swam in close. “Join the others.” She commanded.
Ness moved in, kissed Sylk on the lips and swam off.
Merra gave a half smile. “Not to worry about him. Males fall in love all the time. That is why they cannot be trusted. He will pledge his love to another soon enough.”
Sylk nodded.
“Now go and use everything we have taught you. Take care of your master and we will be waiting for your return.” Merra smiled.
Sylk waved goodbye to everyone. With a kick of her webbed feet, she swam toward the beach without looking back. When she reached the sandy bottom close to the surface, she stood up amid the crashing waves. Eyes scanning the beach, the gentle pull of her master caused her to look forward. Trystan stood in the water, eyes on her and a smile on his lips.
The blue siren lurched forward, her master’s arms taking hold of her. Embracing each other, the siren knew she was finally home. Before they spoke, she relished his touch, the moon casting its gentle glow on their bodies as waves crashed around them.
~Fin~
Jenny’s Tale
One
The sun blazed brightly high in the sky. A busty blonde-haired woman in a brown jacket and wide rimmed brown hat looked up at the stone pyramid before her. The heat rose from the gray stone, causing the very air to sway. Jenny Warg looked around, taking in her surroundings. Stone statues stood motionless. Some were broken while others stared out, grotesque tentacle monsters frozen mid snarl. The librarian fished out a book from her satchel of holding hanging from her hip. Leafing through pages, she checked her notes. Snapping her fingers, a pen appeared in her hand and she jotted down a few sentences. She snapped her fingers again and the pen disappeared. Stuffing the book back into the satchel, she closed it and started the slow climb up.
Perspiration glistened from her beyond ample cleavage. Taking out a handkerchief, she dabbed her temples and the hot spot between her oversized breasts. Putting it back in her jacket, she continued her climb up the hot stone steps. When she reached the top, she surveyed her surroundings.
Statues of tentacle monsters grimaced around her. A small stone building stood in the middle of the temple surface. Sunlight bathed everything in light but the entrance held a twisted darkness in shadowed corners. An uneasy feeling filled the librarian. Mist flowed from her thigh, down her pants and rose up. The mist took on a humanoid form before her familiar appeared in a puff of smoke. A broad shouldered humanoid stood before his mistress. His appearance held similarities to a lion, broad nose and small mane framing his face. Thick muscles bulged under tight skin. His body was covered in a light brown fur, a loincloth barely covering his hanging member. Black bat like wings folded out and flexed. A thick-segmented tail swayed behind him ending into a spiked oval. Bowing before his mistress, the manticore waited for her commands.
“Jaka, stay here and guard the entrance. It feels like we are being watched.”
The manticore familiar bowed his head again and stood up, eyes scanning the area. Jenny walked to the entranceway, the old wooden doors long rotted away. Stepping through, the librarian walked into the waiting darkness.
Musty air greeted the librarian as she found a stone staircase leading deeper down. Whispering a word, a ball of light appeared and parted the darkness. Spiders the size of giant rats skittered away into crevices, multiple eyes shining from their dark places. Jenny moved to the steps and began her descent. Remembering her research, the temples were built to make it extremely difficult for invaders to get to the lower chambers. There may have been secret entrances but she couldn’t locate them or even know where to look. Following the path of would-be invaders, the busty librarian kept an eye out for traps.
Taking each step lightly, she checked to see if any would trigger. It was painstakingly slow but she would not risk being a permanent resident. An hour passed before she reached the bottom. A long hallway stretched to another chamber. Walking along, she sent the ball of light ahead. It cast its glow and blazed brighter when it reached the chamber.
Jenny stepped in and let her eyes drink in the vast chamber. Walls contained rows upon rows of books. In the middle stood several alters with books on each one. Around the room stood more of those tentacle statues, stone eyes looking in her direction. The air was stale and difficult to breath. Jenny walked in further, reaching a lone alter and looking at one of the books. It was covered in dust and filled with holes. Touching it caused it to crumble to pieces.
Frowning, she continued to search the chamber. Stepping along the bookcases, several more books fell apart to her touch. Keeping her frustration in check, she took in a breath of heavy stale air and continued. Spreading out her senses, she attempted to feel out the object of her quest.
In Lantern Beach, listening to a bunch of drunken sailors, the librarian overheard them talking about a mysterious temple holding many books. One book contained maps to temples of ancient and forgotten gods. When his fellows questioned how he heard of it, the drunken sailor said he was the one who found it. He tried to remove the book but something kept it tethered to the location. He tried to convince them to find a mage strong enough to remove it so they could plunder those temples of treasure. They laughed at him and accused him of making up wild stories. Jenny on t
he other hand thought an adventure on her travels was just what she needed.
Sauntering over to the drunken sailors, she took hold of the one talking and gently lured him out. Outside, they kissed and stumbled into an alley. Jenny asked him what he knew about the location and he told her everything as he fondled her breasts. When their embrace grew passionate, the sailor’s eyes bulged. He turned away and vomited.
Jenny giving him a tired glance, walked away as he threw up his liquor. She was sure to tell a dark and handsome magistrate that there was a sailor puking his guts up before walking back to her hotel room. In her room, she mulled over what he told her. She thought a book like that would make a great addition to the Stukarr Library vaults and planned her excursion as she drifted off to sleep.
The librarian literally island hopped from one to the other. Using air spells, she made impossible leaps from one location to the next. Despite the jumps, she did camp out on islands for the night, listening to the jungle sounds and falling fast asleep with Jaka on guard duty.
The experience was inspiring as she took notes and kept track of time. The Rainbow Festival was fast approaching and she wanted to get back to enjoy the drunken revelry.
Senses dialed to eleven, Jenny surveyed the room looking for hints of magical energy. It started slowly but soon the entire chamber began to glow with ghostly light. Focusing her search along the decaying bookshelves, she scanned each shelf in turn, looking for any hint of this fabled book.
It didn’t take long before a brown spine glowed brighter than anything around it. Stepping over, her hand reached out and touched the glowing book. Pulling it from the stone shelf, she turned it around in her hands. It looked a little weathered but it was still in great shape. Whispering a word, her senses dialed to twelve. Smiling to herself, she could see the thin wisp of energy connecting the book to the shelf. It only had about a six-foot reach. Following the tether, Jenny looked at the shelf and saw a small gem embedded in the wall.