When Spirits Call

Tiberius had his way with her, Siren’s struggles and cries were ignored as he took what he asked of her. Siren wished for relief, she knew she was rude in showing her discomfort. He had the unending power of the rivers and tides at his toe tips, were the experience not intense she would have been more surprised. Her whole world was picked up and put on its head as he rocked against her. Siren wasn’t sure for how long he went, but before she was pushed to the point where she would beg him to stop the massive man pulled himself from her.

Siren’s breathing was uneven and heavy as he pulled her to his chest. Her body screamed at the movement as he positioned her against his chest and she gasped and panted into his fur. She whimpered softly, but found herself relaxing into his embrace. From the deepest reaches of her core to the tips of her toes she felt both tingling pleasure and aching pain. Tiberius praised her as he groomed the pale fur at her neck. He told her that there hadn’t been another woman since the last time they met, even Siren could see how special that made her. A river spirit with such power could have any she wolf he wanted, and yet he had waited to find her. The girl relaxed further into his chest, the tension leaving her body as he groomed her gently.

"It’s an honor to have your attention, Lord.” She whispered breathily, her efforts to regain her breath continued. When she left the island she had not been prepared to become the river god’s mistress for the night, and her mind was still reeling at what he wanted from her. She was still in heat, and with her lover being a woman there was no need to contemplate contraceptives. Was that what he truly desired? A vessel for his divine seed?

"Speech"