every rose has its thorn

He was so close, Siren was overwhelmed with the primal scent of him. His sharp eyes seemed to tear right through her, just as intimidating as a water deity should be. As he stared dow at her he gave his name, and her eyes widened in surprise. She knew she heard that name numerous times over, one of the powerful water spirits. Come from this small stream just to touch her… She wasn’t so naive to think this was all that would be asked of her from the other realm.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she closed her eyes as he pressed his mouth to hers, his tongue filled her mouth and his grip tightened against her jaw. She whined softly, feeling her reprieve as the river god groaned and reluctantly pulled himself away. Siren blinked open her silver and delicate blue eyes as his gaze took them again. The predatory look had never really left him, and her skin felt ablaze where he caressed her cheek. He pulled away from her, backing from her form and returning to the water that he came from.

"Yes, Lord Tiberius.” She answered with a hesitant whisper as his paws returned to the water. And then he was gone.

"Speech"