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FIC: Siren's Embrace- Adult- MCR/MSI, het, Gerard/Lyn
Title: Siren's Embrace
author: lisa roquin
rating: adult
fandom: My Chemical Romance/Mindless Self Indulgence
pairing/characters: Gerard Way/Lyn Z
series/sequel: Harlequins from Hell
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of thier personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: What's a Lust Demon to do when her darling spawn are shy and reclusive and stay in the lowest caverns of their cave drawing comics and designing video games? Why employ a matchmaker with milenia of experience at Veil Isle. Forget grandspawn, those would be nice eventually maybe, but no decently debauched and decadent lust-demon should have to deal with spawn past half grown who might actually be ....virgins
warning: Het,porn, AU to the extreme, there are no bands, there is no sanity, there are very few actual humans. Crack, oh god so much crack. I'd be embarrassed but I'm just having too much fun with the insanity.
author notes: it's my birthday whatever I felt like offer for lunar_sycthe
word count: 7300~





Prologue

“Billvy, there's a pushy dominatrix from Hell out there wanting to see you about her spawn. She says she has an appointment, but I'm not finding it anywhere. I bet that little--”

“Settle down, Sulfur Breath, just because you didn't get laid on your week off doesn't mean you need to be rude,” Prince William rolled his eyes.

Gabe stifled the sigh. He'd come to Veil Isle seven centuries before when it had been his Clan's turn to send seven for a century of service at the Isle. He'd been furious when he'd been chosen by lot from the unmated who had reached full maturity. That he had been in the lottery was only a matter of days, if they'd done the drawing even two sun risings before he would have been left out of the drawing as too young. He hadn't left. And he'd tried just about everything to get the Guardian Prince out of his system, not even sex was appealing anymore, not if it didn't mean sex with the willowy beautiful godling that he'd ended up secretary to as his service and never left, even six centuries past his time being up.

“I can't find anything,” Gabe glared. And a week of his dam shoving unmated Dragonesses at him wasn't a vacation, it was hell.

“Brendon means to be helpful. Give him a decade or two and you'll have that little faun in shape, hopefully before you abandon me to go nest with some hot little fire breather.”

Gabe snorted. “Despite my dam's complaints that's not happening in the forseeable future.”

“You'd better send in the Lust Demoness before she has the little one humping the potted plants out there or something. It'll take us a year to get him out of the forest and stop hiding if that happens.”

Gabe rolled his eyes.

“One word about the hardon he's bound to have if she's worked up and you're going to be in deep trouble Gabriel.”

“Oh...” Gabe raised a dark eyebrow, wondering if teasing the twerp would be worth it. He'd probably hide in the forest at least a month. Of course, William just might send him to the forest to track down the Faun and drag him back by the ears.

“Naughty little Dragons can be spanked,” William all but purred. “You know that, don't you, Gabriel?”

Gabe was quite proud of himself for not moaning and dropping to his knees to beg for that. William's hand on his ass? Gods, yes! No matter how. Instead he sniffed and stuck his nose in the air heading back out to the outer office.

~



William forced his gaze off Gabe's leather clad ass and back to business. He had the notes a very big eyed and blushing Brendon had left him the evening before. The Lust Demoness Donna seemed to think her spawn needed mates—both male and the ages listed were a bit shocking 2000 and 1700, quite close together, Demon spawn were very rarely born less than a milenia apart. Of course, most demons spawned in litters, but Lust Demons tended to spawn less than most demons. He tried to remember the vague often never paid any attention to lessons from the school room eons ago. At 2000 and 1700 both of the demoness' spawn should be well past full maturity, that was about a milenia for a lust demon. Not that they weren't out seeing what debauchery they could find in the human realm by five or six hundred. One thing he did remember that it was almost never that Lust Demons took a mate, though they did keep thralled harems as a matter of near-necessity.

Donna sashayed into his office with a frustrated air about her that had William worrying a bit for the little faun no doubt darting for the nearest chamber with a locking door and the mouthy young dragon out there. She was lovely for her milenia, lust demons didn't tend to spawn until well past their prime. Well, lovely in a rather fightening way with slightly brassy and dry looking white-blonde hair and heavy dark eye makeup, dark wine lipstick and her long nails painted a matching shade, a still trim figure clad in tight leather pants and bustier, looking very much the dominatrix that Gabe had named her.

“I'm to understand you wish to find Harems for your spawn?”

Donna snorted. “Just one being a piece will do. I'm at my wits end. They'd probably die of fright with a harem.”

William blinked. “Only one?”

Ten minutes later he rang for tea, and had his arms full of sobbing Lust Demoness confessing the shame of fully mature spawn, centuries past, and a full milenia past in the elder's case, fully mature virginal spawn who were shy and stayed in the lower caverns of her cave not so much as emerging for food but once every week or so and fleeing in terror from Donna's Harem rather than trying to molest any of them like a normal spawn would do!

“Are you sure they're not--” William swallowed, uncertain of the demoness' temperment and trying to desperately remember what was taboo or not amongst lust demons, he really couldn't quite think of anything beyond fucking progeny or spawning with a sibling. And in the case of two males the likelihood of spawn created between them extremely remote.

“If they were at least fucking each other I could hold my head up at netherworld orgies and not worry about them wasting away!” Donna wailed. “Please I'm desperate. I'll pay anything.”

“A storage room of essential oil casks infused with lust per spawn finding a successful at least short term sex partner.”

“Done.” Donna agreed.


~One~

He did not fucking believe their mother. She kicked them out! Kicked them out, holding all their stuff for ransom and they couldn't come home until they'd gotten laid if they didn't manage that at Veil Isle they were supposed to go--'fuck a swathe through drunken humans at some skeezy bar! I don't care! You are not allowed home until you fuck something that counts as a sentient being even if it's your brother!'.

Their mother had started beating her head against the cave wall when Gerard had shouted how could she consider Mikey wasn't sentient just because he didn't talk much and he was not fucking his baby brother ever! So fucking what they were virgins. It's not like that was a crime!

Well, it kinda almost was since they were Lust Demons, build up of sexual frustration amongst lust demons could do some pretty dangerous things. Things could get out of balance and then the Guardians might start taking note of some of the higher demons more nefarious plans and that would get their Clan in some hot water, possibly literally, or at least hot oil, of the boiling for torture variety.

But it totally wasn't a problem. They had their comics and art and both had mastered the trick to bleed lust off into the human realm bit by bit so it didn't build up or cause any mass orgies and population explosions but...they totally had it under control.

And neither of them wanted a harem. Their mother's harem was terrifying. She had a couple dozen males and a dozen females. Always begging and groping and oh so willing to put on shows for their mother—or well do anything anyway anytime and it was..

No. The idea of having lust-thralled beings at their beck and call was kind of repulsive, because even if there were rules and laws protecting willing thralls. Some races sentenced criminals to life as a thrall, and didn't care how the thrall was treated, or how long they survived. And a thrall could die from lack of attention, waste away from a broken heart. The short list of beings who couldn't be thralled by a lust demon was a very short list indeed. Other Lust Demons, Incubi, and Succubi which were all out. An Incubus or Succubus couldn't feed on a Lust Demon anymore than a Lust Demon could thrall them. Other Lust Demons would keep their harems—and want to share their harems and add to a 'joint' harem. That left Sirens who despised males of any species and killed the sires of their spawn as soon as conception occurred and Satyrs—which kinda didn't amount to much either because neither he or Mikey could ever be taken for a nymph.

“Gee.” Mikey whispered staring at the being that walked up to them. Deep palimino golden coat with black hooves mane, tail and horn barely bigger than a yearling at least he looked small, smaller than one would expect especially from the collection of books and scrolls and drawings, and the tangle-skien—the supernatural equivillent of the mortals internet. The 'skien could access the net but not the other way around since it existed magically. With the palimino Unicorn was an Ogre ambling along with a congenial grin on his face.

The Unicorn shifted into humanoid form and was downright tiny, only about five-five with golden brown hair and dark eyes and sharpish features that didn't seem unicorn at all... the ogre shifted to humanoid as well, shrinking from his broad ten-foot or so in height to easily over six foot and heavy.

“You three are the last of my arrivals for the day. I'm Worm, and you are Gerard and Mikey though which is which?”

“I'm Gerard, that's Mikey.”'

“The Stallion here is Brian.”

Brian glared. Mikey made a choked snuffly sound. Gerard rolled his eyes. “Dude, that's really kinda lame...”

Worm rolled his eyes. “You guys need a vacation alright. Need to lighten up. C'mon carriage is this way.”

“Gee...” Mikey whispered again, eyes a bit wary at the team of four winged equines covered in leathery black skin, steel hooves and sharp teeth and..”Gee, his eyes, who did that—oh hellfire his eyes. Gee...”

“NO WAY! NO! We are not riding in that with him pulling that! That's not a thestral. Whatever he is and whoever cursed him no..No fucking way!”

Worm stared at the upset pair of lust demons.

“DUDE! We're Lust Demons Glamours and illusions are kinda second nature to us...and we can see through them too. And that guy's eyes are BROWN. And totally totally not Thestral at all. Not any chance in hell he might have throwback eyes to a cross with a mundane horse or some fucking thing, that's a person you've been letting a person be fucking kept with demonic equines? Thestrals are fuckin' brutal and their preferred living conditions, fucking brutal on anything non demonic!” Gerard yelped hands flailing.

“That's a Thestral.”

“NO ITS NOT!” Gerard shouted. “And we're not going anywhere at all with him being treated like that! NO!”

~

Worm stared in disbelief. He'd been prepared that the two Lust Demons were likely to balk at being separated, that had been almost a given. At least according to what Gabe had given him. He'd been a bit shocked by their appearances. Both pale, one down right pasty with long stringy greasy black hair and rather dirty jeans and t-shirt and jeans jack, he looked like he hadn't seen sunlight in a milenia or so. The other bony-thin with eyes swimming behind thick glasses and thinnish hair that looked sort of frosted in strange flattened clumps on his head. Dressed about the same—jeans, t-shirt, jean jacket and his clothes as worn and dirty as the average street person's. Lust Demons were supposed to inspire lust. These two...just inspired the urge to throw them in the nearest pool or tub of hot water.

And that they were balking over the Thestrals that were hitched to the carriage for their benefit because Pegasi tended to balk at demons...

Worm sighed and dug in his pocket for the small enchanted hand mirror. “Prince Zack, sorry to disturb you but there is a bit of a problem that I think could use your personal attention. No, the Lust Demons aren't exactly a problem but they seem to have found a problem.”

They'd been braced for some sort of commotion, or at least spontaneous and less than welcome orgies with a pair of Lust Demons wandering loose, and had been braced to argue the need to keep them on opposite ends of the island but by the Veil! This... Still, they were Lust Demons and glamours and illusion were within their sphere of power quite soundly. Take a helluva lot of glamour and illusion if those were their natural forms to inspire much beyond wanting to scrub the pair. Still...

Worm gave a sigh of relief as Prince Zack appeared in a shimmer of the air. “This is one of the Sons of the Guardians. Prince Zack, he sees to the security and disputes in the visitors areas of the Isle.”

“That is not a fuckin' Thestral. He's got brown eyes. Sentient brown eyes. Not a horse-cross throwback or some damn thing. He's not demonic at all and he's not a Thestral.” Gerard glared and crossed his arms over his chest.

“His eyes look red to me..”

“GLAMOUR!” Mikey screeched.

“Prince Zack, these are the Lust Demons we were expecting. Gerard and Mikey.”

“Can you break the glamour?” Zack asked.

“Not without thralling him at least temporarily and no nuh uh not. I—he's a fuckin' Unicorn make him. Unhitch the one from the Thestrals and let him do his horny thing.” Gerard waved a hand in Brian's direction.

“Excuse me!” Brian shouted.

“Can't you break glamours? I thought fuckin' unicorns could if they like poked with their horns somehow.”

Brian blinked. “Okay yeah that I can do. That sure as hells didn't sound like what you meant.”

Worm stared in disbelief at the confused innocent look on both Lust Demons faces.



~Two~


Lyn stretched in the patch of sunlight since there were no Mer-races of any sort expected for the next two weeks she'd leapt at the chance for two whole weeks of luxuriating in a cabin near the inland salt lagoon on the north end of Veil Isle's resort side. She adored her job teaching art at the elementary school in Freeman Village. It got a little frazzling when trying to break up a tussle between a Pixie and a Naga or a Dragonlet with a case of fiery hiccups setting the classroom ablaze was part of a typical day.

She dipped the tips of her tail fin into the warm saltwater and with a flick splashed water over her bared torso and face, arching into the droplets with a soft little sigh. “Mmm,” she sighed as a breeze dried the droplets on her skin. Another flick of her tail the breeze all but caressed her nipples, the chilly air hardening them as the water cooled. She arched into the sun and flicked another splash of water over her. The cool breeze tickled over her again this time with a mischievious giggle tinkling through the air.

“Shoo, Victoria. Watching me sunbathe is not going to get you anywhere.” Lyn laughed and flicked water at the air. The breeze slithered naughtily over Lyn's scaled tail. Lyn flicked more water into the air. “You're a brat, and I'm doomed to males so shoo. Find some pretty girl you might get more than a cheap thrill from, and you can tell me all about it when I get back to town.” A soft touch of a breeze that was almost a kiss against her cheek and a ruffle of her hair, and the air was once again thick and humid mid-day sun high above heating her skin as she stretched out on the rock a little more comfortably and splashed herself again.

~

Gerard was lost. He supposed it wasn't that big of a deal, Veil Isle was bound by Sanctuary. Yeah they had security to deal with spats and stopping things before it crossed out of the bounds of Sanctuary. Nothing was perfect, and the Guardians might hold the Veil that shrouded the mystical realms from the mortal but they weren't omniscient even if they were sort of gods. High enough beings if they intentionally scried or searched for something if they had the talent—Gerard supposed at least a few of them had to, but the likelihood of them all seemed thin-- they weren't going to be wrong, but not omniscient. Powerful enough that any sane being wasn't going to want to piss them off and have their realm cut off from everything. Shit happened though occasionally, that had to be the reason for the security. He could deal with that, he was a demon, theoretically he was supposed to make shit happen. He'd rather draw his comics and help Mikey with the graphics for the games he thought up.

Worse than being lost, cause lost he could deal with, he was lost in kinda a rain foresty area behind his bungalow. There were supposedly trails, at least according to the maps and little brochures he'd found on the living room coffee table touting the different shops and services and things to do. Numerous restaurants and nightclubs of course. Shops. Tattoo parlors, piercers, salons, groomers, massueses. Bingo and shuffleboard and whatever a ways off in another section of the island meant for the elders of the races who preferred a little more tame and quiet, and beyond the elders resort a family resort with assorted stuff for the spawn, there were a couple theatres that put on plays, assorted concerts scheduled, some indoor, some out, at all hours of the day and night—which made sense with the variety of beings that were likely to frequent the Isle. Being lost on Sin Street and the assorted side streets was probably worse than the rain foresty area that was supposed to have trails, not that Gerard saw any. Sin Street and the cluster of shops and services and restaurants and bars catering to singles and couples either without spawn or left their spawn elsewhere at least for the night –way too many beings of every stripe. Especially when Prince Zack had said security would be watching them. Demons didn't tend to be the most popular at Veil Isle, not that they got many, most Demons wouldn't want anything to do with the Sanctuary agreement and wouldn't pay much attention to it unless forced.

He and Mikey had been forced into coming but abiding by the Sanctuary Laws wasn't any problem. He even got why they were being put on opposite ends of the resort that mostly catered to singles and honeymooning mates, or mates vacationing without spawn. He couldn't blame them. And contrary to their mother's belief, they weren't attached at the hip. They spent hours, even days apart in their separate sections of the lower caverns. They both tended to solitary, except when they didn't feel like it. It was odd Mikey not being a few tunnels away though, and hellfire, sunlight was bright. He'd forgotten how bright it was. He probably hadn't been outside of the cave in three or four centuries. He wasn't sure he'd been even further into the cave than the kitchens in that long either.

He wondered about the cursed Elf from the night before. The Thestrals had come from an enclave of Shadow Elves from the Dark Forest. Elves were really a gentle lot, even the Darker Elven races which Shadow Elves were about as Dark as Elves got. That the poor guy had been cursed into a Thestral and then shipped with a herd of trained Thestrals to the Veil as tribute for being one of their chosen short when it was time for the enclave to send seven unmated adults for the century's service at the Veil Palace. The Thestrals had been an apology because they didn't have another fully adult Elf for another five years. The poor Elf had been stuck as a Thestral and living amongst the herd for nearly two hundred years now and no one had freaking noticed. Gerard didn't believe he and Mikey had been the first able to see through glamours that had seen the poor Elf. That whoever had before hadn't given a damn was disgusting. And his mother wondered why they weren't fond of people, or beings of any sort. At least the sorry bastard was away from the Thestrals and taken to the Palace Keep to see what the Sorcerers that owed service to the Guardians might be able to do.

He blinked against the increased sunlight as he stumbled into a clearing with a large lagoon, deep clear bluegreen water that had the slightly brackish tang of sea water to it. Once his eyes adjusted to the increase in brightness even with the sunglasses he wore, his mouth went dry and he was pretty sure his dick hadn't gotten so hard so fast without any encouragement since he was maybe six or seven hundred. She was absolutely gorgeous, deep crimson scales covered her from just above the hips down, her tail was gorgeous, long and shapely. The skin of her upper half porcelain pale and flawless. High firm breasts nipples hardened into sharp little points, leaning back on her elbows arching into the sun and inadvertently thrusting her breasts into the air, head tilted back showing the pale column of her throat dark lips the same deep crimson as her tail and fins, long black hair spilling behind her. The air coalesced into a not exactly solid female outline over her for a second, some kind of air sprite? Air being of some sort the long slender form seemed a lot too tall for an air sprite.

Her laughter rang out musical, almost a hint of danger in the lilting amusement, signalling what she was for certain, even if he couldn't think of another mer-race with any shade of red to their scales. A Siren. He could definitely see why men were willing to die to spend the month or two it generally took to conceive a child with a Siren especially if her race were all so beautiful. He squeezed his eyes shut behind the sunglasses and pressed his hand to his aching dick and fought to concentrate on channeling off the sudden explosion of lust into places where it wouldn't cause any harm. It was mating season for the Pegasi and the breed was so rare, a little extra burst of lust in their direction wouldn't hurt. He felt a tendril of power, some sort of elemental being that could influence fertility catching the bleed of lust. Gerard smiled just a bit as he let the elemental take the excess lust and blend it with his own power sending it toward the Pegasi herd. Far better use of the bleed of power than bar brawls in a biker bar over a woman like his cousin preferred to use as an outlet when his harem wasn't enough to absorb it all.

~

Lyn heard the soft groan way too deep for Victoria to have made if she was still flitting about. The man was wearing normal enough clothes. Jeans and t-shirt, a bit dirty maybe, black hair and pale skin his eyes hidden by ridiculously large black sunglasses. She dove off the rock into the water. Damn it.

“What are you doing?” She shouted her head all that was above the water, the water too clear to say that was all that was visible, her hands crossed in front of her chest as she shimmied in the water to use the rock as cover some what.

“Wandering in circles lost,” he called back. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Honest I got lost.”

“I don't sing.” she huffed.

“I'm not sure you could effect me with singing but I'd rather not test the immunity theory.”

Lyn frowned at that. “There's not much other than an Incubus--”

“Lust Demon,” he said with the cutest little horrified wrinkle of his nose.

Lyn blinked. Lust Demon? He seemed so cute and sweet, and not so much lust inspring as wanting to take him home and clean him and feed him like a lost puppy. “Turn around so I can get out of the water.” And damn it he was only about ten feet away from her clothes.

“Uhm okay,”

She laughed as he tripped over his own feet and his sunglasses went flying, revealing eyes squeezed shut ridiculously tight. He stayed where he landed, eyes kept tightly shut as she swam for the shore.

Not a bad butt either the way those grungy jeans were pulled across it with how he was sprawled. She fought the giggle at the hand pressed to his crotch and the strangled whimper he made as he heard the splish of water as she got out of the lagoon. Not bad at all all the way around from what she could see, just in need of a bit of polish and letting go of whatever he was doing to make himself unattractive.

She reached for her towel behind the bushes and started to quickly dry off. Victoria's mischief had felt wonderful, even if when it came down to it, women just didn't satisfy her at all—and she'd tried. She'd tried quite vigorously with Victoria in particular the last time they'd had a vacation. Pleasant enough but just not enough, not quite right. She was a Siren, simple as that. While she might not want to kill males, she couldn't deny her instinctive need to at least dominate one. And there were precious few males that could withstand a Siren. The foolish ones that ended up kept got themselves killed by jealous rages sooner or later. Their heads turned by any Siren, not just the one that claimed them to breed with.

His sprawl on the ground, just enough tilted up on his side not to be nose first in the dirt and his hand under him, between his legs. He whimpered again and pressed his hips down into his hand.

“Where's your harem?” she asked concerned. She'd researched the few (three) male beings that could withstand a Siren's Song, and possibly a Siren's Rage. Unfortunately Satyrs and Lust Demons weren't known for monogamy and Incubi couldn't survive monogamy with a Siren because they couldn't feed from a Siren.

“Don't have one,” he grated out and ground down against his hand with a whine. “DAMN IT!” that was almost a sob.

“How long since you--”

She wasn't sure she heard him, “Pardon?”

“Never,” he gasped out and ground into his hand again.

Oh. Shit.

“How old are you?” He couldn't have wandered off from the family resort, there would have been gossip flying from one end of Freeman Village to the other and all over the Isle if a Lust Demon and their harem and spawn showed up at the family resort—though the thought of a lust demon vacationing with spawn was a bit far fetched. A cadre of fresh thralls generally were taken to deal with young spawn.

“Twothousandnineteen,” bubbled out in a pained rush.

“Posiedon's balls,” she whispered amazed.

He gasped and ground into his hand. “Hellfire, sorry sorry, sorry,” he whimpered.

Lyn barely stifled the moan at the rush of heat that went through her. Untouched and unravelling at her feet. “It's okay,” she said throatily, not able to keep the lilt out of her voice. She wouldn't Sing, sworn that off but there were some things too instinctive, too much a part of her nature that the lilt of her voice didn't hint at Song.

~

Gerard moaned at the throaty reassurance with the lilt of Song in her voice. He pushed the lust into the rock he'd tripped on, and he thought maybe twisted his ankle on. At least his ankle fucking hurt but that kind of was so not the concern at the moment. They had paid attention to their mother's rages and lectures, always careful to keep the lust drained off, never let it build and with lack of any particular focus that was more than easy enough especially if the only person he ever saw much was Mikey. That was his brother. Occasionally they'd slipped and in desperation had bled off the excess lust into their mother's harem. The slips usually the result of their mother taking a new thrall that was particularly attractive.

He couldn't have stopped the rock, the press into his palm through his jeans if his life depended on it. Damn it. Why was she still standing there? He could feel her watching. He could feel her lust, smell it, almost fucking taste it. He whined and humped against his palm, letting out a strangled cry as he came and the telltale wetness seeped through the denim against his palm.

“C'mon, you need to get back to your bungalow.”

He nodded weakly. Oh god...he had to get...somewhere. He really kind of wanted to cry because he knew there wasn't going to be anyway he was getting out of ending up with at least one thrall. What was he going to do? Oh sorry I stumbled on you sunbathing but can I fuck you stupid now since I can't thrall you and I'd rather die than have a thrall, if it wasn't for Mikey I'd probably go jump in a volcano or the pit of Unmaking or something first.

“Thirteen,” he managed. “Bungalow thirteen. Uhm..Gerard, my name is Gerard...”

“I'm Lyn,”



~Three~


Gerard gave a sigh of relief as he staggered into his bungalow, her assistance was...oh god. They were about the same height and she felt way too good pressed against his side, and there really had been a path about ten feet to the right of where he'd trampled through the foliage.

Evidently the maid or whatever had been through, and he winced at the thrall-providing service brochure resting on top. At least anyone who came from the Veil's thrall service would be willing completely but...

“You looking to start your harem...”

He shook his head shaking. “No. I don't want..”

“Uh, the shape you're in I think you just hit that or be forced into a volcano or something. Or me?”

“You?”

“You won't thrall me and you have to burn that off somehow...” She offered.

He closed his eyes and whimpered thinking of her stretched out on that rock, arching into the sun and that wicked little breezy being teasing her nipples to hard points, nipples now poking at the thin material of the cream colored linen camisole like top she wore. It didn't help that her skin had still been damp when she pulled it on, material clinging and...

“Please,” he groaned. She pushed him back against the door and wedged her thigh between his pressing tight against him, grinding against his thigh as her hands tangled in his hair and her mouth closed over his.

This was his very essense, response, movement came so easily especially with her taking the more aggressive role, so completely unlike any thrall would. His hands trailed aound her sides to cup her ass through the camp shorts she wore, pulling her that much more tightly against his thigh. She fit so perfectly against him with little more than an inch's difference in their heights. Her hands tugged at his shirt, rucking it up to his armpits. She pulled back just enough to demand “Off”. The t-shirt was off and forgotten on the floor along with her little linen top in a wild haste that somehow didn't involve the ripping of material. He moaned as she pressed herself back completely against him, firm breasts almost crushed against his chest, thigh still wedged between his legs and hip pressed against his erection through his jeans, pressure and friction maddening as she ground on his thigh, soft keening noises in her throat as she kissed him, her tongue plundering his mouth.

He came again, the sticky drying mess in his jeans stickier yet. His knees were shaky and limbs rubbery as he held tight, hands clutching her ass as she continued to grind against him, harder, faster, the soft keening noises now panted into his neck. He whimpered softly, pressure and friction from her hip against him almost torture. He might be a Lust Demon but his humanoid form needed at least a little consideration no matter how quick his recovery time flesh still became oversensitive and overstimulated. She finally shuddered against him with a keening gasp muffled into his shoulder as the tremors of her own orgasm rocked through her. She pressed a trail of soft kisses against his neck that had his oversensitive cock twitching a little with rekindled interest.

He thought maybe he could just drown in the dark eyes studying him. Pale cheeks flushed, dark red lips looking beestung from kisses, dark eyes hot and hungry and wild and none of the mindless frenzy a thrall slipped into. “Beautiful,” he murmured and leaned in, capturing her kiss-swollen bottom lip between his own, sucking on and licking at it softly.

“Shower.” she ordered with a nip to his earlobe. “Go shower, wash your hair and get every inch of you all shiny clean. I'm going to order some things from roomservice and I'll meet you in the bedroom in a little bit.”

“Mmmhumm,” he agreed with a whimpering note to his voice as she pressed against him, almost too much pressure from her hip and leg, breasts against his chest, a flick of her tongue against his neck sending a shudder through him.


~

Lyn leaned back against the door watching him retreat further into the bungalow on less than steady legs. He wasn't the biggest or brawniest male but nicely put together proportionately. Then again, she thought happily, maybe not so proportionately going by what she'd felt grinding against him.

Room service didn't take but a moment thanks to the spell work Prince William convinced (or seduced, pending on the storyteller and audience being old enough to hear the naughty version) a Genie into weaving on the resort areas of the island way back when the resort idea was first implemented. The silver tub about the size of a washtub filled with ice and water bottles as well as some bottles of juice arrived in the corner of the bedroom. A large silver tray of fruit and sweets appeared in the center of the dresser. The slight glow for just a second of the nightstand drawer signaled her other requests were there waiting.

She stepped out of her shorts and laid them aside smiling wickedly at the scraps of deep crimson material on the bed, assuming them to be part of the 'anything in particular he might like' (Genie-magic on room service did help with some guesswork a lot). Crotchless panties slipped on. Little bits of lace adjusted comfortably. The top was filmy and see through with a single string that gathered the open material that floated to her hips, stopping just at the very tops of her thighs and hinting at peekaboo with the crotchless panties, even if the filmy crimson material was so fine and thin as to be translucent and with the least breeze or movement it slid open revealing the pale skin of her belly and the panties completely. The loose material that was supposed covering for her breasts slit to the little string that gathered the material in place under her breasts, covering it wasn't. What it was was silken teasing at her nipples which was where the material seemed to fold and fall back to, pretending to be the vaguest hint of covering. She studied the effect in the mirror. She might as well be stark naked but the tease of implied covering was kind of hot.

She groaned softly thinking of how good he'd felt grinding up against the door. She moved to the bed she really needed to take the edge off the lust coursing through her or she was going to send him right into a frenzy.

~

“Oh fuck,” Gerard croaked as he stepped out of the bathroom. Any thought of awkward or shy forgotten as he caught sight of her on the bed, tremors of an orgasm leaving her gasping and flushed and her fingers still stroking between her legs, lightly rubbing at her clit, teasing herself, drawing out the sensations.

Towel fell to the floor unnoticed as he walked across the room to the bed eyes moving hungrily over the teasing bits of crimson material that set off her pale skin and drew attention to every curve of her body rather than cover a damn thing.

He crawled onto the bed, kissed the inside of her thigh just above her knee. “Oh hellfire, please,” he groaned eyes fastened on damp dark curls and a single finger still lightly circling her swollen clit.

“Yeah, yeah,” she agreed breathlessly.

He licked his way up her thigh, faintest hint of sea-salt to her skin. His nature over riding everything but the desperate need to taste her and hear her scream in pleasure.


~

Lyn moaned and rocked up against his face. Posiedon! He was going to kill her when he had some technique to go with raw instinct and his nature. “MORE” she demanded as a single finger slid into her body while he sucked and nibbled at her clit until she was nearly in tears it was so good. “Damn it, fuck me!” she ordered with a sob and tugged at his hair even as she ground up into his face and the finger teasing her.

When he finally started moving up her body kissing and licking the skin of her belly, finger still gently fucking her and his thumb tracing maddeningly light circles around her clit she moved, throwing every bit of her weight into her hips bucking up against him and flipping him onto his back. Even in human form her lower body and legs were powerful, just like her tail in her natural form. Appearances were almost always deceiving when it came to the supernatural, and ocean currents tore apart the weak long before they were anywhere near mature. She was far, far stronger than she looked.

She studied him worried for a second. If anything he looked more turned on than anything by her display of strength, green eyes almost glowing with lust and his breath coming in pants. Her own ragged breathing was no better as she scooted a little further down his body. He moaned and arched into her touch as she grasped his cock, maybe a little too roughly for a mortal but he was a demon after all. She made a keening sound as she lowered herself onto him. It had been way too long since she'd had a male and she keened softly in sheer bliss at the feel of him inside her.

She caught his hands when he would have reached for her and pinned them above his head. She leaned forward, her clit rubbing against the nest of dark hair that surrounded his cock. The frothy floating material of the 'top' she wore teasing both of them with it's barely there feel. Her nipples brushed against his chest as she leaned to lick his chin and his lips, tasting herself on his skin. “When I say fuck me, I mean fuck me.” she husked and nipped his bottom lip. He nodded with a rock upwards of his hips and a needy moan.

~

Gerard's eyes nearly rolled back in his head as she sunk down onto him, tight heat clenching at him. He nearly came at her words, throaty, demanding. So far from the utter submissiveness of a thrall. Gorgeous and wild and not afraid to push back, even push him a bit. Sirens were an exceedingly female dominant race to put it mildly. There were few males born and fewer still had ever survived to maturity, those thought to be myths and often coddled and kept hidden by sisters and mother and aunts never to be seen outside their immediate clan let alone the world at large.

He moaned as she began to writhe and shift on top of him, arching his hips upwards in time with her undulations. Her heat and tightness maddening and she was absolutely wicked, intentionally squeezing now and again with internal muscles.

He whimpered as she sat up and lifted up almost off him then slammed down, pinching and twisting at her nipples and moaning. One now free to move hand went to her hip helping steady her unnecessarily, the thumb of her other hand slid between her wet folds and stroked the swollen little nub there as she started to ride him hard. Her keening vibrated through his very bones spiralling pleasure that much higher as she orgasmed again. “Now!” she ordered. Weak and shaky

He flipped them roughly pinning her and somehow found the control to pound into her until she began to keen again.

~

He fucking screamed like a demon possessed when he finally came again. She was quivering and boneless, never in all her centuries had a single male reduced her to such a state. “I'm gonna keep you if that's okay?” she managed to whimper out.

“Oh hell yeah” he mumbled into her neck as he passed out.


~Epilogue, five years later~

Lyn skipped all the way home holding the painting the little Werekit Kita gave her. Three weeks vacation now that lessons were out for the summer. A week visiting her mother in law Donna, which really wasn't so bad. Donna was always a good source for a new idea to make Gerard scream even if he blushed and squawked and ran for the lower levels of Donna's cave when they started in. And then...two whole weeks of Gerard without any interruptions what so ever.

“All packed honey?” she asked as she stuck the painting to the fridge with a couple magnets.

“Yeah, and I got this new idea for a comic that--”

She grinned and leaned brushing a quick kiss across his lips. “You can tell me on the way. If your mother decides we're late we'll be greeted by an orgy in the front room and you'll be hiding in the lower caverns all week.”

He blushed.

She laughed.