The Siren Series 2 (8 page)

They simply wished to taste of the hot fruit of
her womb.

They would die for their presumptuous
yearning.

Lucas followed the unique female scent that
Alexandra put off. Mixed with the seed of his own body, it was
unmistakable.

There would be a bloody retribution unlike any
that these demons had encountered.

How dare they take my female!
his Druid
side raged.

How indeed
, his demonic side echoed.

The demon on one side of his shoulder and the
mythical angel on the other conferred with each other and agreed on
the plan of action.

Death to the Demons.

Constantine carried Ember tirelessly. When they
neared the sea, and the sun became a bright orb in the sky, Con
shadow walked, but grew weaker. He was not Druid enough to master
the daylight. A low haze covered the paleness of his skin. As he
grew fatigued, Ember strengthened. She was Mer, and the ocean rose
like a great blue jewel in the distance, the late autumn giving it
the reflection of cerulean deepness that no other season
brought.

“Set me down, vampire,” Ember said.

Constantine did, his breathing labored. “That is
an improvement over, Faction,” he said with a caustic bite.

Ember was embarrassed, she had treated him like
he was beneath her... again. Twice he'd saved her and she had not
given him anything. After what had occurred, perhaps she had
nothing left
to
give.

Con waited, giving her the gaze of the Mer, for
his eyes were deep mirrored ebony in his pale face, his color was
not good. Ember searched his body and found it wanting, his normal
sarcasm and vigor were not in evidence, tiredness wore on the
vestiges of his huge and muscular frame.

Ember remembered how he'd covered her after...
after the human males and almost the Demon.

“Thank you,” Ember said. Then she said almost
too softly for human ears, but on the perfect level for his sharp
ears to hear, “Constantine.”

Then her eyes met his and she came into the
closeness of his body, running with unnatural heat, fueled by the
need to escape, pressed into service at the worst time for a
vampire. It was late afternoon and Con was at the most physically
distressed he'd ever been.

Yet, his cock rose as her supple body pressed
itself against his.

Goddess help him
,
he'd
fuck her if she would let him
. He knew he'd interrupted
another attempt at a rape but had not arrived soon enough to stop
the first.

Con took Ember by the shoulders and said, “I
cannot. I have never...”

He stopped talking.

“I know,” she said. “I know that you have never
coupled without domination and pain.”

Con squeezed his eyes shut. “I don't want a
mercy fuck,” he bit out.

Ember recoiled. “I do not offer that.”

His eyes opened. “Then what do you offer?”

“My blood,” she said, then gazed up at him
through her pale lashes like gold lace. “Then you may have my
purity, for you do deserve it.”

Con jerked her to him and she gasped. “I cannot
be gentle. I do not know how!” he yelled into her upturned
face.

“You will be what you need to be... with me,”
she answered quietly, seemingly immune to his outburst.

He touched his forehead to hers, pressing her
against a tree trunk. “I do not wish... to cause you harm
after...”

“What they took from me,” Ember finished for
him.

He nodded against her head. “They are dead
now.”

She looked into his eyes, an inch from her own.
He whispered what he'd done to her attackers. His breath felt hot
against her temple.

When he finished she turned her face until her
lips touched his.

Constantine received the first kiss of his
life.

He found he liked it.

Very much.

Alexandra was hyperventilating. She could not
breathe through the bag over her head and the sheer covering which
obscured her pussy had been torn away. The males had been pinching
and grabbing her tender lips, one even tried to put his finger
inside her as they carried her up an endless staircase.

She knew where they were taking her: where there
were no witnesses.

Alexandra knew she shouldn't care. After all,
Lucas had delivered her up to these demented Demon males who cared
nothing for the propagation of their species. They just wanted to
use her and fuck her. If she became pregnant, what then? No, she
was disposable. They would not wish to have the reprimands rain
down on them for taking a female breeder. It was the same for all
supernaturals, Alexandra had heard, females were in short supply.
That Lucas would give her up, to his end, could only mean one
thing: he had wanted her gone.

Permanently.

Alexandra realized she loved him. For all his
rejection of her; she still loved him. He had impaled her with his
Demon cock and tail spike and it had filled her, his seed cooling
her as he released deeply inside her.

As the bag was torn away and the great circular
cathedral spun above her head, she saw she was on the sacrificial
tableau. Alexandra cried out, seeing there were six males, four
moved away to pin her wrists and ankles at the four corners.

They used the sacrificial stone of the rite. The
Master himself forbade it. It was only used for great ceremonies,
not the fucking of a breeder driven by the hard lust of a few
unlawful Demons.

The males steamed as they lay vapors of vague
red when they quickly moved around her from all corners.

“Please,” Alexandra tried, hoping to appeal
to... anything.

They looked at her and smirked, one latching
onto her tit through the sheer panel, squeezing so painfully she
gave a hoarse hiss, steam escaping from between her pressed
lips.

Alexandra would have been more than a match if
the males had been human. Her short tail possessed barbs on the
end, very unusual for a female. She was four times stronger than a
human male.

But half the strength of her male counterparts.
Alexandra had no chance against the six who faced her. She moved
her wrists and watched the ring swivel inside the eye hook of
brass.

“Who wishes to fuck the lovely Alexandra?” the
loathsome Demon, whose name was Carl, asked in a snide voice. He
looked around for takers but Alexandra could see it was just
words.

He'd meant to have her the first time he'd laid
eyes on her. Alexandra remembered now his searing gaze where the
Demons took food, where they tortured the humans that passed
through to the Master.

Carl had long planned his degradation of
her.

At the absolute silence in the room he replied
mostly to himself, “Excellent!” Carl clapped his dark red hands
together. “I will shove my Demon spear into her waiting cunt and
she will
like it
.” He sucked in his forked tongue, making a
slithering noise that caused her to flinch in revulsion.

“You are an ugly male,” Alexandra said in a low
voice of disdain, kicking up her chin.

He met it with the flat of his hand and her head
smacked into the stone, her vision doubling.

“And you will fuck this
ugly male
,
Alexandra, favorite of Lucas,” he taunted sadistically.

He moved between her spread thighs, the seed of
Lucas still within her body and took a deep inhale. “I shall fuck
the seed of Lucas out of your pussy, then I will spear your womb
with my baby-maker.”

Alexandra gave a soft moan when she saw that he
had the unbreedable tail.

No wonder no female was ever with him. Deadly in
battle, it did not turn when he fucked. Most males had a tail that
changed: one shape for fucking, another for battle.

This was not the case with Carl, his tail was
shaped like a mallet with perfectly proportioned bumps all over it.
As thick as a forearm and as long as a ruler, he would force it
inside her.

Yet, Alexandra was no Druid breeder. She had
heard that their pussies accepted any size cock. Alexandra's did
not.

“You will kill me,” Alexandra said in a voice
soaked with terror.
Death by Dick
, she thought with a
slightly hysterical laugh that came out like a sharp hiccup. Her
wrists strained against the brass restraints, polished from former
subjects of the rite, her toes trying to push away, digging
futilely against the stone to escape her bonds.

Carl smiled and laughed at her attempts to free
herself. His skin igniting in a low broil in front of her, his
arousal a rigid pole that brushed her inner thigh. The phallus at
the end of his tail was a weapon of destruction headed for the knot
of her ass bud.

Alexandra turned her face away as she felt his
enormous tail tip begin to enter her ass as his prick pierced her
opening.

When the lovely heat washed over her, Alexandra
wished for death. With a hiccuping sob she released the breath in
her lungs as her tight holes resisted the press of another male's
flesh.

It was not Lucas,
she mourned. Two other
males latched on to a breast a piece as the wave of heat poured
over them all and she luxuriated in it.

It felt so good, so familiar.

Then suddenly the horrible male bits that had
been sinking deeper into her body were gone, the weight lifted and
blood slapped against her, laying over Alexandra like a blanket of
heat and wetness.

Alexandra could not see for the depth of it, she
blinked several times in quick succession, trying to see through
the blood.

Demons lay in tortured mounds at her feet and a
monster rose up. Its horns tore the torso of one Demon from sternum
to the yoke of his crotch, effectively eviscerating him.

The male's intestines spilled out and with a
sickening tug and pop. The huge demon male, skin the color of
lightest cherry, used them like a rope, and lassoed two others to
the owner.

When they were wrapped in a macabre embrace of
entrails that reeked and smoked... he set them on fire.

Alexandra floated, the screaming and rending of
limbs beyond her consciousness. When Carl grabbed at her she gave a
whimper and rolled her nakedness across the stone as far as the
chains allowed in avoidance. Then she saw the demon who had moved
through the males with a brutal precision of long practice, tear
off Carl's cock with a hit and jerk of flesh.

Alexandra watched as the High Demon male tore
Carl limb from limb. She saw Carl's cock smack into the stone wall,
sliding down like a wet sausage and landing in a burning pile on
the floor.

Then the specialized tail flew, hitting the same
wall and joining the burning dick on the ground.

“You cannot keep her for yourself!” Carl wailed
in his defense, his hands covering the gaping holes where his dick
and deadly tail had been moments before.

“You will not rape this breeder!” the High Demon
roared into Carl's face.

“She is not yours!” Carl bellowed back and fell
to his side, gasping, his body unable to heal what would prove to
be mortal wounds.

“You are quite wrong, Carl of the High Demons,”
he whispered, his tail piercing the gaping wound through Carl's
splayed fingers.

Carl gurgled out a reply.

“What was that?” he asked, twisting his tail
inside the open cavity where Carl's prick had been.

Carl did not reply.

He was quite dead.

The demon turned and strode to Alexandra.

“No!” she cried, scraping the wrists of her
lovely dark skin to escape him.

Alexandra fainted from exhaustion and fear, her
lovely naked body falling limp, the brass links giving a soft clunk
as they fell against the stone.

The High Demon looked down on the breeder. When
he'd had his fill of drinking her in, he carefully released her
wrists and ankles from their bondage.

Then he licked her abrasions until they began to
close.

He gathered her close to him, tucking her arm
under his own and left the massacre behind. He knew he could never
return.

Lucas turned to look behind him, then satisfied
with the carnage he had wrought, left without a backward
glance.

Constantine looked around him, suddenly nervous
for the first time ever.

Ember smiled.

Then he lunged at her, grabbing her hair and
tightly winding it in his fist, the seed pods cool against his
flesh, biting slightly from his hold and she gasped.

“It will still be my way or not at all.” He
locked his gaze with hers, savagely shoving his anxiety away. She
nodded, a layer of fear as thin as a sheet of paper lay between
them and it made Con's cock stiffen immediately. He needed this:
the razor's edge of questionable consent was an ignitor to his
sexual fire.

“Do not,” Ember said, squirming in his
grasp.

“I will not force you, but you will beg... beg
for me to take you,” Constantine said, throwing his woolen cape to
the ground.

Con watched Ember become shy in front of him,
her emotions flashing in front of him like a old time movie screen:
frame by frame.

“I will not beg,” she countered, “but I will
give you what you need,” she finished in clear invitation. She gave
him the clean line of her neck and as the heat and shine of the day
wore away into an uncertain twilight, Con laid lips instead of
fangs against what she offered and Ember frowned at the unexpected
gesture.

“I will pierce you when I fuck you, Ember and
not before. I want my dick in you along with my fangs,” he said
with a growl. Con released the tight hold on her hair he switched
to pinning her wrists above her head, pressing them against the
rough bark, and pushing his cock against the moist heat of her.

“I'm scared,” Ember whispered, her breath cool
against his jaw.