Kings and Sirens (The Blood Falls Book 2)

Atsila

I felt a small amount of contentment when her mouth dropped open in shock. She needed a shock and I had landed the blow successfully.

“How—” She snapped her mouth closed, glared, and tried again. “What—” And then stopped, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“You have been forgiven many times over, by many Heida, and yet you cling to this guilt. I can only be left to assume that means you’re a narcissist.”

“That is a human condition!”

“Maybe not.”

Her cheeks flushed red with anger. “What do you want from me?”

“To fuck you.” My lips curled back as lust surged through my veins, making my words come out as a snarl.

“To punish me.” She said with a nod, as if that made any sense at all.

“What the actual fuck, Leena? No. You don’t need to be punished. I want you.” How could she be so blindingly stubborn? It was like talking to a wall. No matter what I said she refused to listen to logic.

I partially shifted, my bones stretching, my skin aching, my muscles bulging. Suddenly Leena was a tiny, delicate toy beside my massive form. Her eyes widened as a little gasp escaped her.

No, not a gasp. A sigh. My dick hardened. “Take your clothes off.”

“No.” She wrapped her arms around her middle, refusing me. Thinking she retained some control over me.

That dissolved the moment the door closed. “Oh, little Wren.” I shook my head and clucked my tongue. “You’ve forgotten the first rule of being alone with a Heida male.”

Her eyes widened even more, darkening with lust. “You can’t possibly want me after what I did.”

“Oh, but I do. I never stopped wanting you.” I tore her shirt from her body, exposing her breasts to my eyes and paws. I cupped them, plumping them up like pillows. “And my lust has taken over. There’s only one way out for you now. Say the word and I’m gone.”

I waited with my last shred of patience. Her mouth opened then closed. Her chin tilted up with defiance and I prepared to hear the word that would put my leash back on.

Except she didn’t say the word. “I can handle you.”

My control snapped and her remaining clothes disappeared. Shredded by my claws. I allowed my transformation to complete, a beast to her tiny samhain body. I was three times her size. Stronger. Faster.

I waited, watching the way my other form aroused her, then shifted back. “Play your mind games, female.”

She gasped, then sighed. A moment later it appeared to my eyes that I was a bear once again. Excellent.

I had her on her bed in a flash, my large tongue licking over her breasts, feeling the tips harden and swell with each pass. My paws took over, plumping and massaging. Feeling. My tongue covered her entire wet pussy at once.

She looked down at me as I worked her over. It must be a sight to see a bear between her legs. The idea of her enjoying it made my dick even harder and it began to pulse and throb. But no, she couldn’t take me just yet. I hadn’t stretched her out.

“There is a custom amongst the Heida.” I said, standing up. “A ritual. One day we will perform it.”

She writhed on the bed, aroused and pink. “Why not now?”

I glanced over her arms and legs, pictured them bound up with our ropes, open and on display for me to pleasure at my will. Soon. “I cannot do it here. This is Wren land. You will come back with me.”

“I will not.” She sat up. “Not unless I am needed.”

“You are needed. By me. When we are done, you will return to us and you will stay with me.” I was sick of listening to her pointless arguments, so I covered her mouth with my hand and pressed my body into hers. “If you would like a preview of the ritual, I can give that to you.” There was something quite fun about holding my hand over her like this. She remained silent as I rearranged her beneath me. Legs spread wide, hands trapped beneath, tits in the air. I held her down as I finally pressed the aching head of my cock into her wet heat, taking her body the way I wanted to. Inch by inch I felt better. More relaxed.

And drunker. The lust had taken full effect and all I could really focus on was fucking. The way it felt to shove my dick as hard and deep into her pussy as I could. The way she moaned and arched when I fucked her fast.

Her tits bounced when I was really moving and drew my attention. Like a moving target. I finally managed to catch a nipple with my lips and I sucked until it finally slipped back away, giving me a new target to acquire.

She came and I barely noticed. She came again and I felt the squeeze of her pussy around my dick like a vice, the first sign I’d grown substantially to fill her up. “Keep using your mind tricks on me, Wren.”

Her eyes were closed as she moaned through another orgasm. “What kind? What do you want?”

To fuck you into your senses?

“Big tits, tiny body.”

And suddenly I had my wish. Like an erotic sex genie, Leena made me see what I wanted to see. Her breasts were impossibly large with red, swollen nipples pointing right up at my mouth. I released her from her bind, scooping her up in my palm and bringing her up so I could lick her all over.

She placed her ankles on my shoulders as I teased her. Nipples and clit, clit then core, flipped her over for access to her other side with her nipples clamped between my knuckles. Leena writhed in my grasp, pleasuring herself as much as I did, the saucy little sex minx.

No, siren. That’s what we decided on that night in the archives. The dangerous female calling me to my death on the rocks. I couldn’t resist her. Didn’t want to.

I placed her face down on the bed and shoved my dick back into her throbbing pussy. “Fuck that feels good. You feel good, Leena.”

She gripped the sheets as she yelled out my name.

Perhaps it was too much. Her body kept calling for more though. My dick was now as thick as my fist and as long as my forearm. I watched it disappear inside her tiny body, asking for more.

“Fuck yes!” She moaned, glancing back at me. A large, looming beast…at least to my eyes. And hers. It drove her wild. “Yes! Fuck me, Atsila! Take me hard!”

I caressed the soft curve of her back then took her hips and pumped into her wildly. It wasn’t hard. My mind was a blur of colors and sensations. Heat, arousal, more. It was all I could think of.

More, more, more.

I wasn’t Atsila anymore. I was wild. And I had a need.

The first time I came I withdrew and came all over her back and thighs. I stroked down my length as best I could, directing my cum like an art project, painting her skin to meet my desires.

It was so beautiful.

“Don’t move.” I watched with pride as her thirsty body drank it all up, soaking into her skin so quickly I might have missed it if I blinked. Then I plunged right back in, still hard and desperate, only this time I took her ass while massaging her clits. She was a sex toy, responding to each button I pressed, saying all the right things, and ready for more.

She was tighter here since we hadn’t played yet, but she’d grown with each stroke so she was ready to take me anywhere. It felt nice to be shoved inside her so tight. With each stroke my thighs slapped against hers. Eventually I reached under and found those gorgeous, giant tits again and clamped her nipples with my knuckles. The squeeze of her next orgasm sent me over the edge a second time, but I didn’t withdraw.

This time I filled her up so full it dripped out when I was done. The satisfaction at the sight of it only made me harder and I flipped her right over, taking her pussy again.

She ran her hands through what appeared to our eyes to be fur. “That’s right. Take all of me, you wild beast.”

I was blind to anything but my need for her. So I didn’t fully comprehend what was happening until I partially shifted, feeling my body grow and transform as I pistoned into her heat over and over. In the background somewhere I heard her cries of orgasm.

It wasn’t until my own was pulsing down my spine and through my cock in white hot spurts that I realized I wasn’t fully samhain any longer.

And neither was Leena.