When Spirits Call

He took care of her, his touch was gentle but practiced and Siren was a slave to his whim. The girl’s mind was a fuzzy blur when he’d finished her, Siren felt herself wanting to curl into herself. Tiberius barely lifted himself from her before she felt his arms around her again. He moved her as if she weighed nothing, and to him she didn’t. With her pale belly now against the sand the river god repositioned himself above her. She felt the heat of his stomach against her back, only the lingering effects of what he’d already done to her kept her beneath him. He positioned himself carefully, digging into the sand so he could align his hips to the soft curve of her own.

A deep growl caressed her ear and vibrated throughout her body. Siren knew what to expect next, but she didn’t truly know what to expect next. Tiberius pressed against her, and for the first time Siren struggled against his power. Not because she wanted to go back on her word, there was no escape from him, but how much it hurt. She cried out softly, her tiny pink paws dug into the dark sand as tears pricked at her eyes. She arched her back against him, as pain laced over her features. He held firmly against her squirming while she forced herself to relax. After her initial shock Siren tensed and relaxed in tandem with the way the river god moved against her. She grit her teeth through the difficult moments and relinquished herself to pleasure through pain with this untamable water spirit.
-all the fades

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