When Spirits Call

He had no more words for her, there was no need when what he wanted was simply her submission. She did not fight him but she tensed as he surrounded her, taking hold of her and pulling her close. Like the predator that finally captured its prey after circling and waiting for the right moment. She could almost feel the vast strength of the ocean within him as he held her close, but with that same strength took her and laid her pale form against the black sand. The girl was putty in his paws, reclining against the sand as his massive form overwhelmed her. His teeth against her throat, his attention over her chest, the continual journey down her belly.

He had found her that day nearly a season ago, and he’d been given his touch and he’d stolen a kiss. Now the river god Tiberius would have so much more. Siren was but a mortal subject to his will, and he commanded her body with practiced ease, drawing gasps of breath and soft whines as he touched her heated skin. As he made his way down her form a storm began to roll in overtop of them, thunder rolled and the sky erupted into chaos as the water spirit devoured her.

Siren’s dual toned eyes rolled into the back of her head as she relinquished herself to him fully. She cried out with the thunder and lightning on the horizon as the sea demon did as he wished with her.

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