The Siren Series 1: Ember

by Marata Eros

  Just as he would spear that last thing Ruby held with a tenuous despair that bordered true desperation, a fist drove into her attacker's temple and that wretched finger slipped out of the slit between her legs as he slid to the side like a fallen domino.

  She choked back a sob at the sliver of hope that knocked at the door of her mind.

  More hands came to take his place and Ruby kicked the nearest one. He struck her, rocking her face back as Ruby struggled through the limbs reaching and grasping at her boobs and pussy as she squirmed to get away.

  A deep voice interrupted the very atmosphere of the room, full of heat, it charred the air as it stroked her ears with its paradox of dulcet sounds.

  “Move away from the girl,” the voice said and the hands fell away like melting wax and Ruby gave a relieved gasp as she lay there naked and hurting, her palms trembling under the weight of her body as she struggled to get up, shock settling in like an old friend.

  When strong arms came around her she struggled. “Be still, I wish you no harm.”

  She instinctively knew that voice belonged to the man with fire eyes.

  Ruby stood there with his arms around her then protectively pulling her behind him.

  As Ruby was half-carried backwards, she caught the empty stares of the males that had been ready to gang bang her. The bouncer was primed to stand by and watch the whole thing go down.

  Fred had been part of that crowd.

  He'd finally decided to make good with his threat to fuck her if she didn't hand it over willingly.

  Ruby's eyes shifted to the stage, where a stunned Irene stood in the middle, not sure if she should dance, retreat or get Fred.

  It didn't matter, the spell that had somehow come over the men through supernatural command retreated and they became aware before she was to the door and safely outside. Ruby watched their personalities filling those vacant eyes with life. Intent. The male that had saved her stopped, then said a word she didn't understand. Uttering a second directive to the losers that would have tortured her.

  It caused the unrequited lust of the male's eyes that were once again latched onto Ruby's body... to shift to Irene.

  Irene wasn't a slow learner apparently and squealed when she realized that control of the crowd had been breached and she was the new target.

  It had been all fun and games when the virginal Ruby had been the victim. Irene had watched with a sort of lazy fascination as the men in the crowd had dragged her off the pole dance platform. That stupid bitch couldn't think for herself. She wouldn't hump Fred like Irene did. Didn't the dumbshit know that if she fucked Fred, he would go easy on her?

  Gawd, Irene thought, I need another line... as she watched the first of ten men climb the stage. She knew she couldn't outrun them.

  Irene was used to giving up. Giving it up.

  Her eyes met Ruby's as she was swept out the door by a massive guy who came in once in awhile, ignoring all others, with eyes only for the high and mighty Ruby.

  When the first rough hand pinched her nipple through her sheer dancer's outfit, Irene realized Ruby was gonna be the one to suffer tonight. That guy was a creep.

  His eyes especially. He had that stuck up bitch now. Irene gave a cruel smile at the thought as the first wave of men took her down to the floor of the stage.

  Irene didn't fight them as the first one stuffed his dick into her pussy, ramming it home with an excited shout. Irene grunted at the force of the thrust, her body sliding against the unforgiving surface. She knew she was a slut and felt it was her duty to take the abuse, that's why the dancer's job was such a great fit. Irene danced like hell but fucked like a champ. She spread her legs wider as he pumped frenetically inside her. Irene's snatch gradually grew wet from the deep hammering.

  Fred watched from the stage, his cock hardening in anticipation. Once in awhile he let the crowd take charge, it was such a turn on. Too bad that pale bitch couldn't have been the one. Fred had gotten a load of that dude that had dragged her off. He could only hope that the guy plowed a path home in every hole that proud bitch had.

  It made Fred happy to think about how she'd service that stranger. He looked like he took no prisoners. In Fred's fantasies, he tied Ruby down and tortured her with anything he could put in her then slapped her around some. Yeah, that would be a perfect treatment for that highfalutin bitch.

  When the fifth guy was done with Irene's soaked pussy, Fred shoved what would've been the sixth guy outta the way to get a piece of that cum-filled hole. Irene tried to close her legs and protest, slapping at his arms and pushing at his chest. His little slut Irene was not feeling it. Tough titty said the kitty, she had a wet pussy and she didn't want him to fuck her which just jacked him up further, it was a couldn't-be-beat combo, Fred thought with satisfaction. He shot a slap off that echoed when it landed on one of her cheeks and threw her hands above her head, clamping her wrists with one of his large hands as he strained above her for a moment. He found her moist heat easily and thrust with the precision of long time practice. Fred could hardly get two strokes in when he let loose in the slut. His load shot out of him and deeply into her. Irene was wet and ready like he liked, Fred rode her highway of cum, trying to reach her guts through her cunt.

  Fred was so deeply distracted by his attack on his employee that he missed the scuffling and new bodies pouring into the club.

  The cops wrecked everything when some dumb fuck gave them the tip off. They actually pulled Fred off Irene before he was done.

  Bastards. He hadn't been quite finished getting off yet, he thought sullenly, as the cold metal of the cuffs bit into his meaty wrists.

  Fred looked down at Irene.

  She no longer had a care in the world.

  Dead or unconscious, Fred didn't know. He didn't give two shits and a fuck as the cops used their batons on the men that were hastily jerking on jeans.

  They fell where they stood, beaten for their violence against a woman ignored by the masses.

  *

  Ruby

  Ruby should have been freezing, they were deeply into autumn now, a damp chill part of everything they breathed, touched. She was against her rescuer, if that was what he could be called, as he acted the part of incubator. Built perfectly to keep her warm from his proximity alone.

  She was dizzy, he was moving quicker than Ruby could keep track of. Ruby was aware of their heated movement, fast and molten, like sliding lava. Suddenly, he held her against the dampness of the seedy building she worked in.

  Had worked in. There was no going back to that mess. Ruby had barely managed the surprise beatings, the slurs, but she hadn't counted on the potential attack. Ruby didn't work to die. There was no safety net in that. Nobody had her back.

  They just wanted to abuse her.

  It was time for her to run again.

  But right now, she was held by flesh so hot it almost burned the skin where it touched and she melted beneath it, though she was nude and should have been cold, she panted from the mirage of heat.

  Ruby knew she should be afraid but as she stood there, pinned against the wall, with the stranger's knee a placeholder against her slightly spread legs, she could feel her pussy lips parting to accommodate the slightly bony appendage underneath the muscle. It ground into the tender button of her pleasure and Ruby moaned as she met his eyes. They were a beautiful burning red-orange up close. Like a sunset on fire.

  Ruby felt herself falling into their depths.

  He cupped her face. “I have searched for one that may withstand my heat.” Those fire eyes flared and Ruby gasped in surprise, the beautiful sunset fire stoked to gold and he stroked her face with a light touch, the finger lighting a flame that seared then cooled as the trail of molten heat left a path in its wake.

  “What is your name, concubine?”

  What? Ruby thought in the fuzziness of her state of mind. She realized in the last pocket of lucidness that remained buried in her psyche that she should be trying to escape this stranger with flames fo
r eyes. But the longer she was in his presence, the less she wanted to flee. It felt like she had waited her entire life to be held in this safe heat, bathed in the warmth of him in this moment.

  Instead of fighting like a sane girl would have, she answered, “Ruby,” in a breathy voice.

  “Perfect,” he murmured, pressing her harder into the wall until the roughness of the brick bit back into her flesh, the low threshold of pain it ignited was the perfect complement to the heat of his mouth.

  “Say yes, my Ruby,” he said in a seductive command, kissing a trail of soft pecks that were instantly too hot and simultaneously perfect.

  No. “Yes,” she said too softly for anyone mortal to hear.

  He was not mortal. He heard everything in that one word. What Ruby said... and what she did not.

  Her fear fell away under the spell of his nearness. It chased her earlier terror like flames to gasoline.

  Instead of feeling fear Ruby wondered what it would feel like to have that flaming tongue on her pussy, plugging her virgin hole with searing fire.

  Ruby didn't have to wait long for her silent wish. Grasping the back of her thighs, he spread her against the wall. Her back was flat on the cold and slightly gritty surface, her ass held against the spot as his hands pressed her lower body and pushed her legs wider, his tongue going right for her core.

  Ruby relaxed when she should have stopped him, moving herself toward his mouth as he came for her.

  “Too hot,” she gasped as she felt him lick her wide open snatch like an open flower seeking the sun, his tongue was a wet flame on her sensitive lips and she bucked at the sensitivity of the contact, hot and perfect, searing.

  Ruby was shy and turned inward by nature, her deepest soul sad, seeking joy that forever eluded her.

  This stranger rescued her from certain rape and was now giving her a heated pleasure Ruby had never dreamed possible. Unbelievable that she'd been without. It was as if his tongue had always been on her, that it fit the contours of her deepest secret perfectly, without instruction.

  She plunged her hands into his deep red hair, black in the artificial light from the streetlamp, the glorious color washed to ink in the gloom and Ruby relaxed against him even as she pushed his face deeper into her soft moist heat.

  When he stabbed the torch of his tongue inside her wet channel she moaned, her hips thrusting forward.

  Ruby felt a smolder start on her skin.

  “I'm burning you,” he growled against her snatch, lapping and plunging, plunging and lapping.

  Ruby was on fire, just on the finest edge of pain when his face lifted and his finger rose, an actual flame at its tip.

  “No,” Ruby whispered, spreading her thighs wider, her body proving her words a lie.

  “I won't hurt you,” he said, the flame of his eyes flaring. “It will bring you.” Then his finger slid deeply inside her, striking the barrier of her virginity like a match and her hips bucked as Ruby gave a wailing shriek into the night as a wave of heated pleasure burnt from the deepest recesses of her body and flared out to the tips of her extremities.

  “You are untried,” he said in startled awe, his deep eyes falling to the flat flame color of a sunset sliding into night.

  A different kind of heat flared, roaring up to redden Ruby's cheeks, her pale skin pink in the shroud of the darkest part of the night.

  “Yes,” she said, interpreting his old-fashioned speech, mortified by his discovery.

  “You're a precious jewel, your name was well-chosen,” he said, cupping her face and drawing her in against his body, her pussy against his waist, his arm cradling her ass against his front as her bare legs wrapped his waist and her hole still throbbed from the penetration of his fire.

  He opened his mouth to say something more when the cops dragged out the men that would have hurt her.

  Who surely hurt Irene, Ruby gave a small shiver thinking about it.

  The man who had just torn her first orgasm from her hid Ruby's body from the police as they crammed reluctant heads into the back of cruisers, banging a few roughly as they did.

  A cop turned and stared into the muddied colors of the alley where Flame Eyes stood. “Who's there?” he called out, raising up on his toes and holding the light over his head, sweeping it back and forth.

  They moved more deeply into the shadows and the cop flicked his flashlight farther into the gloom as the others finished with piling the criminals in the cop cars.

  He came closer and for reasons unknown, Ruby hid more deeply in the shadow of her savior's body, the heat of him warming her skin as the cold tried to suck her warmth.

  Then the light speared her eyes and she turned her head into his chest, instantly remembering she was naked and vulnerable.

  “What the fuck,” the cop breathed, stabbing his flashlight into his utility belt. “Let the girl go, freak,” the cop said.

  “I think not,” Fire Eyes replied.

  Suddenly, that abiding heat that had been there was sucked away from her and a void of cold poured into where the warmth had been.

  “Don't think, pal, just hand her over.” His weapon cleared his holster and he came at who held her.

  The heat receded further, like the tide leaving the shore. Then without warning it flooded over the cop and his gun hand.

  First it melted the barrel back like a flower turned inside out, the bullets popping like firecrackers with the heat and with a howling yelp, the cop dropped the gun on the street.

  “Go or burn,” her seducer said, slipping his arm deeper underneath Ruby's moist part, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her face buried in his chest. The material of his sleeve rasped against her soft heat and she moaned helplessly at the tenderness her orgasm had made of the location, swollen still with her arousal.

  “You distracting minx,” the stranger said, his voice holding the same fire his eyes did. If fire could speak, it would have been encapsulated in that voice. Yet, there was humor when he said it, he liked the effect he had on her.

  “Leave,” he repeated to the cop.

  The cop would have made Irene's Slow Learner List, stepping forward with his baton naked in his hand, raising it above and close to the stranger.

  Ruby had felt the heat before, thinking it hot.

  It came now in a blistering wave, covering everything and everyone.

  Ruby was encased in the oven-like warmth, it stole her breath and caused the small hairs on her neck to rise in supernatural response.

  She watched the cop's face melt off.

  Ruby would never forget the vision as his flesh became liquid, sliding off his face like soup.

  She gagged at the smell and her rescuer turned her chin away from the scene of the burning cop as he screamed from a mouth now devoid of teeth. Soon even his gurgled pleas were lost as his tongue was consumed by fire.

  The other cops ran to their fallen and burning comrade.

  But they were gone, Flame Eyes had taken Ruby a safe distance away from the charred remains of an officer who had sworn to protect and serve.

  The woods sucked at their heat as he moved her through the forest, singeing the branches in his wake.

  They came to a wide spot in the woods and he put her on her feet, the heat that came from his body like a cocoon.

  Ruby stood naked and painfully fragile before him, the sensory memory of his tongue and mouth on her pussy still felt, causing her cheeks to warm again, but not from heat.

  “Do not be ashamed. You are perfect,” he said with such conviction she found herself almost believing him.

  “Who... what?” Ruby asked.

  He smiled, his eyes flaring at the emotion he felt. That's when Ruby realized that his eyes were all the diverse colors of true flame. They had been blue when he had lit the cop up like a tiki torch.

  Ruby swallowed loudly.

  “I am Brolach,” he said.

  Ruby looked at him and when the thing that revealed what he actually was came into sight she was rooted to the spo
t in terror.

  A long tail with a heart-shaped tip rose behind Brolach, she couldn't make out the color but if pressed would have to guess-- red. In the darkness of the night, it was pigeon's blood ruby, so deep a red it appeared black except in the closest of observations.

  Ruby backed up and he nodded. “I am a warrior of Hades.”

  Oh shit, Ruby thought, he was some kind of devil or something. Images doubled in front of her eyes and she became light-headed.

  She'd just let a demon eat her out.

  “There, there... Ruby,” he patted her head, which was now between her knees, “it's not as bad as all this,” he said soothingly.

  She looked up quickly and he had small, sharpened horns on his head, also deep red.

  Oh yes, it was this fucking bad, Ruby groaned inside her head.

  Then the vampires and other weirdos showed up and things went to hell in a hand basket in a hurry with a chaser of crazy.

  And Ruby was still naked.

  Things weren't looking up.

  CHAPTER 6

  Brandon felt like he'd been sucker punched when he rounded the corner of a collapsed fence, heaving himself over it with a well-practiced jump and came face to face with...

  Who the fuck knew.

  One thing he did know was that badass dude had caused even the evil Constantine to slow his pace and the Mer warriors fanned out to encircle the creature that was there.

  Brandon sucked in a breath when he saw the girl standing like a pale and breakable shadow against the body of heat personified.

  Naked.

  It was the most fucked up time in the world for him to get a first class hard-on. But of course, he so did, his boner of epic proportions standing at attention, the tip finding that girl like a stud dog to a bitch in heat.

  Fuck me, Brandon thought.

  He took in the huge male, clearly other and thought, is that heat coming off him?

  Brandon watched the vapor waver all around the guy's brutal face, as big as any Druid Brandon had ever fought beside, rivaling even his Exotic advisor, Tarrin.

  Christ on a crutch he was huge.