When Spirits Call

The river god Tiberius was searching for her, and as his sharp gaze found her thin frame in the water he waded out to meet her, helping her keep her paws as they walked together from the ocean. His massive frame towered over her, but dual toned eyes looked up at him and did not balk at his presence. He was a great water spirit, who was she to defy or refuse his command. He had searched for her, and very nearly ceased his looking when the ocean brought them together. First a small brook, and now the ocean. His power was truly great.

Siren stilled as he lifted a paw and repositioned the stray lock from her cheek before he used his paw to tilt her chin so he could take her lips. His actions were not so unexpected, and the thrill of his affection sent shivers down her spine and a pressure within her belly. He pulled away only to whisper his command upon her pink lips. The girl had scarcely moved, her stomach tightened, and she lost her breath. There was no way for her to resist, surely he knew the power he held over her. There was something different about receiving a gift, and taking a belonging. Tiberius wanted her to submit to him willingly.

"Yes, Lord.” She whispered breathlessly as she stood before him, their lips still very nearly touching as the ocean water dripped from their bodies. Her caramel ears lowered to her skull, and her circlet was slightly crooked from the swim. But her fur fell perfectly against her body, already returning to its wavey state. Her dual toned eyes fluttered beneath pale lashes. "I am your humble servant.” Her nerves slipped through her shaking voice as she relinquished herself to his will, very aware of the power and potential he held at his disposal. While also unaware of his true intentions.

"Speech"