The Siren Series 2

by Marata Eros

  Cara had taken control.

  Further, goddess have mercy, he had allowed it.

  She bobbed her head to the base of his tool. Once, twice, and on the third stroke Con came from his toes, flooding her mouth with his seed and she sucked it all down, swallowing what he'd never allowed another female to give him.

  He was the commander of his orgasms. Constantine was in complete charge of his sexual fate and appetites.

  But times were changing.

  Ember had begun it.

  She would be the finisher of him as well.

  Constantine had never truly tasted fear.

  Now it lay on his tongue like bitter poison.

  For a female had marked him and he could not rest until he had her again.

  As the endorphins of his release flooded his system, Constantine made the most important plan of his life: retrieve Ember.

  She had ruined him.

  Ember had saved him.

  CHAPTER 4

  Con said two words he normally did not use, “Thank you.”

  Lucia smiled. “You have learned some lessons better than others, Exotic.”

  Tarrin glowered at him and instructed, “No offense, mixed-blood but I would just as soon not see you again.”

  “None taken,” Constantine replied casually, his hands itching to spring talons. Tarrin's eyes shifted to his partially clamped fists then back to his unflinching eyes.

  He gave a small smile and added, “Do this one thing, Fac- Exotic,” Tarrin conceded with a small head dip, “make it right with the princess.”

  “I cannot return her,” Constantine said, putting his hands on his hips, legs spread and waiting to blur himself to where he scented her.

  Tarrin closed his eyes. “We will deal with the politics. But know this, she must well and truly be rescued and continue to live without abuse, regardless of your proclivities.” Tarrin gave Con steady eyes and Constantine nodded his understanding.

  “My word means nothing but my emotion reigns supreme,” Con replied truthfully. “I will not harm her.”

  Unless it be consensual, Con clarified inside his mind. It was the first time he'd made a promise of that kind to himself. It would be a challenge to keep it.

  He turned but Lucia asked quickly, “What is that?”

  Con looked to his hip where his barbed chain lay looped. “The Encourager,” he said and Tarrin's eyes met his.

  “A very old tool,” Tarrin commented and Con nodded.

  “I have seen none like it,” Lucia said, looking between the two.

  “Let us hope you never do, for if you had, it would make even the thickest tongue thin with speaking.”

  “A device of torture?” Lucia guessed and Con grinned. “Not as clever as yours, my Druid Exotic...”

  Tarrin stepped forward and Con squared off with the huge warrior, issuing a soft hiss.

  “No,” Lucia said softly, but the vampires in attendance heard her barely uttered negative perfectly.

  “Ember waits,” Lucia reminded them both.

  Con straightened, checking his weapon belt carefully and finding it full, blurred to follow his wandering breeder's trail.

  He would discipline her severely for running off.

  And enjoy it.

  *

  Lucas

  Lucas buried his stiff cock in the writhing breeder, her deeply tinted scarlet skin holding a light burning vapor everywhere his gaze touched while his tail pounded the tight and hot channel of her ass.

  She screamed for mercy underneath him as he shoved every inch of his cooking prick in her waiting hole, the fire of her channel scorching his cock, jerking the pre-cum out of him as he hissed at the agony of the burn.

  That was the trouble with a full demon female, their pussies were literally on fire. It was a slow burn while thrusting inside them but the rut was constrained by the gradual firing of the rod of his flesh, like a piston inside an engine that ran hot after use, so was the case with the clamp of their molten twats.

  Lucas liked a chaser of pain and would take the healing required afterward to spray his seed inside a female.

  The female that lay underneath him was of the rarest composition, and he hoped to impregnate her... as every Demon male did.

  But Lucas was the leader of the High Demons and enjoyed first rites of breeding.

  He bred every new demon female after their maturation came full bloom. There was no hiding it. Tits and hips... the regular signs of womanhood... or demonhood, as it were; those signs by themselves were insufficient proof of readiness.

  It was the low broil upon the skin, an aphrodisiac to the Demon male that alerted them of a female of readiness. That and the sexy tail the female demon sported. Exotic and short, no two females were alike, it was akin to the human fingerprint.

  He pulled his tail out of her ripe ass bud and pushed it inside in a deep slide of heated flesh against hers as she spread herself wide.

  Lucas had conquered Alexandra. Her violet eyes fluttered closed as both tools of the demon trade were buried to the hilt and his cool seed washed her cavities, cooling the burning between them in a perfect complement of hot and cold, fire and ice.

  Alexandra's skin was so dark a red it looked like blood spilt in the darkest part of night, the pale lavender eyes almond shaped and ringed by bright red lashes. Those fluttered closed as she orgasmed around Lucas' cock and tail end.

  He put his forehead against hers, his seed giving a second course inside her pulsating channels. She moved to wrap her legs around his hips, keeping him within her and he came to his senses, jerking out his bits and she groaned with their absence.

  “Why must you exit me so quickly?” she asked in that sultry purr the Demon females had, satiated inside and out.

  Master help him, she was the only one that could cause emotion of any kind to rise within his black heart.

  That was why his next words were meant to maim. Lucas could not afford his leadership role within his cadre of demons to be weakened because he had a favorite.

  He slowly turned to her, almost closing his eyes against her beauty as he gazed at it. He knew of his perversion.

  He wished to suckle on the ripe parts of this female after she had been so used. Unfortunately, Lucas was the only demon that knew the special secret he possessed: his tongue and seed were the only cool things about him. So instead of causing the habitual pain that Demon males preferred to portion out to the females, he could incite healing and pleasure. He hated it. It was not of Demon.

  However, like Brolach, he had a little known secret. Not even the Master was aware. Somehow, the blood was too thin to catch his notice.

  Alexandra gazed at him curiously, her beautiful blood-red snatch spread before him and he watched as she played with her heated folds, his light red seed glistening where he'd used her.

  It was a maddening and delicious display. It also brought him to his senses. Lucas fought the urge to land on where her hand played with herself and lave it with his cool tongue.

  She must not know. He already had the life of a female breeder on his conscience because she had threatened him with telling the Master what ran in his veins of red. No... no being could ever know.

  Especially Alexandra. She must remain ignorant to his emotional signature, his secret blood.

  So he did what he was good at.

  “Close your whoring legs,” Lucas said and hurt swept across her features as she took in his feigned disgusted countenance and she scurried to stand up and hide the proof of their coupling, using her hands as strategic coverings.

  “I thought you enjoyed what we did...” she began, those petal purple eyes shining.

  “I have enjoyed ending your virginity, and fucking you whenever I get the urge... like any alley cat.”

  Alexandra flinched as if slapped.

  He laughed hollowly. “You know what I am, Alexandra. I am a High Demon. We do not love. We do not mate. How could you be naïve enough to presume you...” he looked over her naked lov
eliness with the deepest regret of his strict lifetime, “with your stark,” exotic and beautiful, his mind inserted, “looks,” he said with derision and continued, “would be enough for me to release those ideals?”

  Alexandra's shoulders fell and her lovely hair, a color of rich red that was a few shades lighter than her skin, fell forward like a curtain of shame to hide her face. The beautiful violet of her eyes was shielded from the artifice of his indifference that he so carefully wore for her benefit, her ultimate protection.

  “Go,” he commanded in a growling whisper. “I will call the next time I choose to fuck you.”

  Alexandra raised her face to glare at him. He would have struck any other breeder who dared to look upon him with that expression. But he could not bear to touch her in the violence of his kind.

  “I thought you cared for me,” she said, searching the hard planes of his angular face. Lucas remembered with a sharp pang that she had once said how gorgeous he was, his pale red skin and deep brown eyes, hair that exactly matched that skin, his coloring highly coveted by females. His build was unusually large, even for a demon male. They were the strongest of the supernaturals. Only another mixed-blood of just the perfect balance of lineage would be a threat. Or another Demon, of course.

  Alexandra was utterly right, Lucas did care and for that she must go.

  “I care about burying my Demon meat inside your hot holes, Alexandra,” Lucas told her as if he spoke of the temperature on the earth's surface, rather than its molten core.

  She shuddered and turned to leave, putting on her gown of pale violet. The panels were sheer across her ass, pussy and breasts. Her nipples and sweet cleft were fully revealed like delicate lines of fleshen heat he wished to find again.

  With his hands.

  His tail and cock.

  His tongue of ice.

  Lucas closed his eyes as she answered softly, her deep red hand on the thick metal door, “They will fuck me now that I'm out of favor with you. I have never been with another male. Please... Lucas, do not let them.”

  Alexandra's fear was shards of glass sinking into his tender regard he had buried for her.

  Lucas would never let another demon fuck her. Yet, it would be a dead giveaway of his true feelings. He gave an internal sigh.

  “Do not worry, whore breeder. You are too ugly by far for the others to wish to bury their dicks inside you.” He watched her cast her eyes to the ground and felt that pang again but this time with bite.

  She walked quietly out of the room, closing it softly and a low clank sounded behind her. The mild noise caused Lucas to flinch and when he touched his face his hand came away wet.

  Alexandra would ruin him.

  Unless he made it so he could not see or touch her?

  And no one else could as well.

  *

  Constantine

  Con blurred from some of the oldest trees in the forest, their girth effectively maintaining the level of stealth he enjoyed keeping. He was not one to become complacent.

  Yet, he'd allowed Ember to slip away. Of course, there had been a distraction in play.

  He spun to a small grove of skeletal trees that kept their colored leaves through sheer stubbornness, unwilling to give in to winter.

  This was where Ember was. He could smell her scent like the scattered leaves all around him.

  Then he ground to a halt mid-sprint.

  There was something else as well.

  Burnt flesh... his nostrils flared in the cool air... and human seed.

  Rage exploded in Constantine and he entered the grove only to find it was like a donut, trees in a circle and an open area in the center where two human males lay.

  One was dead.

  The other had been tortured to a degree that made Con smile. Ah... a balm to his soul.

  Of course, that was assuming he had one.

  Constantine came to stand over the one who had been struck in the head with a sharp tool. An exacting blow. A battle weapon. Constantine crouched above the split head, the brains becoming hard and icy around the skull and knew what had cracked it.

  Demon.

  He looked to the other. His vampire's heart, normally slow, sped. Ember's scent lay everywhere but she was nowhere.

  Their cum lay in a scorched circle around a place with the imprints of knees and hands still held in the earth.

  Small hands and knees. A female of fragile constitution.

  He could smell their rut like it was happening in this moment.

  They had fucked Ember and released inside her body.

  The one who lived would die; Con could feel the throbbing of the veins of his forehead, the blood rushing through his body at a primal level of speed and heat, his rage incalculable.

  But first, Con knew, he would suffer the finest degree of torture Constantine could bring.

  Fortunately, Con noted as he strode toward the still living male, the other Demon had left plenty of skin on this one.

  And left him alive as a warning to other supernaturals who crossed him that Demons had come this way and not to follow.

  As if Constantine would ever obey anything put forth by another. Fuck that.

  His rage sharpened even more and Con unraveled the coil of The Encourager as the human's eyes bulged.

  “You thought to take the Mer female?” Con asked softly, the smooth side of his weapon an abiding comfort in his seasoned hand.

  The menace in his tone was easily interpreted by the human. “We didn't fuck her pussy, vampire,” Mason wheedled.

  Con's fangs burst as the comment left the shitbag's mouth: a favorite human term for someone that was dung in a sack.

  Constantine looked down at the shitbag and snapped The Encourager above his head, striking and tearing as he rent it with perfect accuracy over the human's remaining skin. The human howled as the barbs sunk and tore.

  It delighted Con, who leaned forward and whispered, “Tell me all, and suffer less.”

  The lie sat perfectly balanced inside Con's mind, teetering on his tongue like all things well-practiced.

  Mason did, quivering and blubbering between his skin peeling off his body like the layers of an onion.

  Once he was freed of most of his flesh, his sightless eyes gazed back at the ultimate torturer.

  Con wore the gore that had splattered back from the skinning. As the chore became more challenging, he'd had to move closer to the subject.

  He stomped on the skull of Ember's rapist before he continued his search for Ember, armed with information provided in desperation.

  Ember was an untouched Maiden of the Mer who had remained a virgin through sheer chance.

  However, her ass and mouth had been used like that of a common whore. Constantine knew what that was like. Con had suffered degradation. He enjoyed giving it... to a degree. His anger was without bounds, without limits. For Ember had suffered, a female he... cared for.

  Goddess help him, he did.

  Constantine threw his head back and howled his rage and despair to the stars.

  They glittered back with the hardness of their diamond indifference.

  *

  Ember

  Ember floated, the aches and pains of her body remained but were tempered by the soothing pool of water she found herself in and she sighed. It came out like a tortured exhale as she remembered.

  Everything.

  Ember whimpered, snapping her eyes open, she gazed around the huge space of warmth and calm and knew immediately where she was. Trying to pick up the splintered memories that she could stand to look at, she knew who had brought her here.

  The Demon who had been too late to stop the revolting human males.

  So he might take the last thing they had not.

  Of course, Ember thought, she had no guard. She had acted foolishly and run from Constantine, only to be pierced by the low cock of humans in her nether and where she took food.

  It was a dim joy that somehow her body had rejected their seed and damaged their w
orthless weapons of plunder.

  Ember hung her head, her hair wet and untangled, the ocean pool she lay in having undone the days of damage automatically. She felt cleansed, healed and right.

  On the outside.

  On the inside she felt dirty and unwanted, untethered to anything or anyone... adrift.

  When she saw him in the shadows she did the most natural thing in the world.

  Ember screamed, her mouth opening and calling The Mother who lay heedless and unhearing, too far way. She but lifted her salty head sleepily at an alarm only loud enough to disturb, not to awaken.

  The Mother went back to dozing and Ember watched as a demon of pale red skin and deep eyes strode to the pool she lay in and she moved in a spinning twirl. The water was of the sea and knew her, holding her like finely spun glass as she flowed away from the Demon who approached. His nearing presence allowed her to see that he looked like he glowed because he was literally on fire. Her gills burst as she dove under the water and when she rose his face met hers and she gasped.

  Ember began to plunge underneath the surface again but his huge hands clamped over her wrists and he cringed, the water acting like acid and she yelped at the heat of his flesh against hers.

  “Do not,” he said slowly, his hands circling her forearms easily. “I do not wish you harm.”

  “Then why do you... hold me?” she all but cried, the assault by the humans was still fresh.

  Kane searched her eyes, guileless and sparkling like the deep rubies buried in the walled heat of his homeland.

  Ignorant eyes.

  “You are a demon female, you must be protected.”

  Ember shook her head in denial, her resistance arrested by her shock. “I am Ember, Princess of the Mer.”