Chapter 33: Chapter 33: The King’s Song

The water is cold, almost freezing, but I don’t notice it. All I can see is the way this man is watching me.

All I can focus on is him.

He stands, pulling his clothes off, yanking his boots and throwing them onto the rocks. And then he sprints after me and collides with my body, pulling me under the water as I cry out in delight.

I pull his body down further under the water, further onto me. We’re far from the shore now, but I don’t care. I know no one is near. I can feel it.

There is nothing in the water, nothing in the sea for miles, and then a thought hits me.

I look at Helos as he’s watching me, questioning with his eyes. Do I do it? Do I dare?

I know the water is safe, but the land…there could be someone near, close. But would they hear it? Would they hear my song or would the water dampen the sound enough?

I know I should care. I know I should be cautious, but I’m not. In this moment, I want to be me, the real me, the whole me.

And more than anything, I want Helos to hear me.

I pull him closer so that our bodies are so tight that no air or water separates us. And then I put my lips to his ear, and as quietly, as softly as I can, I sing.

His eyes widen and I hear the gasp escape his lips. I can see the desire, the need, the hunger in his body as soon as the sound leaves me.

I brush my lips against his. I know he wants me, his lust, his need is taking over everything else, and even in this water, I can taste his arousal.

He grabs my waist, yanking my legs apart, and thrusts hard into me. I cry out as his colossal size penetrates my body and I hear his groan of satisfaction. His want of me has taken over all sense, but I don’t care.

I trust him and I want him too.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and gyrate my body against his. He’s staring at me, groaning with each thrust he makes, and though he isn’t being gentle, for once I don’t need him to be.

Maybe it’s the fact that I made that noise out loud, but I need him just as much as he needs me right now.

His dick is sliding in and out of me. The water around us makes my body so slick, so wet, and when his lips find my nipple, I moan, so satisfied. He sucks hard, his teeth grazing against it, and I snarl in response.

His dick is sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I’m literally throbbing with my need for release.

His hands dig into my skin and his dick is thrusting so hard. His mouth finds mine and I am lost in the earth-shattering kiss he gives me.

“Kera,” he growls and I can hear from his voice how close he is.

I move my lips to his ear once more and sing, just for a moment, just a second, and the effect is instant.

His body is on fire. He fucks me even harder and I moan so loudly in the delicious pleasure of his domination.

His hands dig into my ass so tight, and he growls out his release into the water around us as I shudder with delight.

When he is done, he stares at me as if he can’t believe what has just happened. I bite my lip, almost amused by the look in his eyes. The astonishment.

“You were right,” he murmurs as we bob in the water.

“With what?”

“It is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

I smile as the creature in me writhes at his compliment.

He pulls me into him and turns my body so that my back is against his chest. Our heads are out of the water, but the rest of our bodies are still under.

I lie against him, savoring this moment, this feeling of being in his arms, of feeling so completely and utterly content despite everything that is happening around us.

I feel as his hand moves down across my body, caressing it, fondling it. I raise an eyebrow as I look up at him.

He is watching me so intently.

One hand finds my breast, and he begins to play, while the other sneaks around my hip and between my thighs.

I stretch out, lying against him, as his hands work away at my body, remembering the fear I once felt at the thought of what these huge hands would do to me.

Only now I want this. I want this more than anything.

He slides two fingers down my pussy and I arch my back into him. We can both smell it, my arousal mingling deliciously with the scent of his own.

His fingers begin to titillate, to play, flicking my clit, teasing me, while his other hand twirls my nipples until they are so hard and so aching that I can barely think.

He pulls my body up so that his mouth is now right over my torso, and he nibbles slowly at my skin, sucking, licking, teasing my breasts as his fingers begin to plunge into me.

“Gods,” I cry as he curls them, hitting the deepest, most sensitive spots.

“I want to make you scream so loud the entire sea hears it,” he murmurs and I shudder because at this rate I may very well do just that.

His fingers fill me, and with each thrust and curl, my heat is growing, spreading, consuming me.

I’m writhing against him now, my instincts are taking over, the creature inside me is taking over, and just at the point, where I think I might lose all control, my body erupts.

It feels like the entire universe is exploding inside of me. My legs jerk, my toes curl tightly, and my fingers stretch out as if they’re trying to break from my very hands.

I throw my head back, hard into the water, over his shoulder, and I scream over and over as his fingers continue to make me cum.

We lie there, listening to the waves, listening to our own breathing, and then I hear him sigh.

“We should go back,” he says.

I nod, letting him lead me from sea, back over the stones to where our clothes were dumped.

“Do you ever think that perhaps we should bring towels with us?” I say as I try to brush the water from my skin.

The air is cool, the night is in full swing, and I know it’s going to be a long ride home despite the heat of Helos’s body.

“You were the one who lured me in. I was intending on letting you go and just riding away.”

“And forgetting about me forever?” I tease.

He shakes his head. “No. I don’t think I’ll ever forget you, Kera.”

I smile at him and slowly start putting my underwear and clothes back on as he stands naked, watching me.

When I’m done, I watch him back, admiring his muscles, admiring the ridiculous size of this man, this king. His presence is so dominating, his physique so mouth-watering.

I can’t believe that he is mine, truly mine, and that he loves me.

“You’re drooling,” he says.

I roll my eyes. “I am not,” I reply.

“I’m not complaining. Is it not a compliment to have siren worshipping my body?”

“I do not worship your body,” I state and he laughs. “I seem to recall you were the one worshipping mine,” I add.

“And how could I not,” he murmurs, pulling me into him. “Every inch of you is divine, delicious, and every inch of you belongs to me.”

I moan, feeling his hardness, his warmth, his arms pressing my body against his.

“Let’s go before you pull me back into your tempting arms again siren,” he says, and I laugh before kissing him lightly on the lips.

He pulls his clothes on, then his boots, and finally his cloak. Our skin is almost dry, but the fabric still sticks to us, and I can’t wait to be back now, in the castle, in our home, in King Helos’s bed.