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Run Aground

Copyright © Emmi Lawrence

Edited Dec 28th, 2014: This story has been removed and below is only an excerpt. The entire Siren Song novella will be available for purchase in January 2015.

Siren Song cover designed by James, GoOnWrite.com

Siren Song cover designed by James, GoOnWrite.com

Rikel started to say something about infection when something moved out of the corner of his eye. He turned in time to see Caarafk fold his arms across the bottom of the rock, the deep blue splatters on his scaled body more obvious now in the evening grayness than they’d been in the dead of night. His kelp-like hair, splayed and pressed against his triceps, ranged from sandy shades to dark forest greens. No black, as Rikel had thought. His scales held a hint of black, a smoky color mixing with his ocean blue splotches.

“Fuck,” whispered Sarson.

“She did a number on your boat,” said Caarafk without preamble.

Rikel moaned, the ever-present longing he’d been suffering becoming a tidal wave of need. He leaned toward Caarafk, wanting those arms around him again, wanting that mouth slanted over his, wanting so much his cock stiffened in his skintight suit.

“Rikel! No!” Sarson grabbed his arms, but Rikel grappled with him, pulling away when Sarson grunted in pain. “Shit, stop!” Then his voice lifted. “Narin! Narin get over here now!

That only made Rikel move faster, scrambling over the rock as the siren continued speaking.

“She gets like that when she’s angry. There’s no reasoning with her. Not really.” He paused then, his eyes sparkling, then he began a soft, wordless song that didn’t allow Rikel a moment to think about anything but throwing himself into Caarafk’s arms and sucking down siren cock until he couldn’t breathe.

“Narin! There’s a siren taking Rikel! Fuck, Narin!”

Rikel was aware of Sarson dragging his body across the rock in a vain attempt to save him. Save him. How laughable. He didn’t need saving. He didn’t need anyone except Caarafk.

His cock tingled with excitement and his blood sang with happiness as Caarafk’s soft humming continued to fuel his desire. He slipped against the edge of the water and when Caarafk extended a hand, the thin webbing between his fingers blatant in the gray of the oncoming night, Rikel didn’t hesitate. He reached out eagerly and clutched at Caarafk, ignoring Sarson’s pleading behind him as Caarafk sank below the surface, dragging Rikel with him.

This is only an excerpt of Siren Song. For more excerpts you can go to the Excerpts page.