[Humans. They were terrible and yet fascinating creatures. They left chaos in their wake and had absolutely no care for what the earth gifts them. They were selfish and greedy beings who did not care for the destruction they waged. Despicable and vile, yet so vibrant and full of life. Wriothesley can't help but be enamored in ways.
And nothing was more joyful than watching that vibrant life slowly dull in their eyes as he dragged them to the depths of the ocean to join his collection of corpses.
It's easy to say that people probably find Sirens to be vile creatures of the sea. Daughters of Poseidon (how hilarious!) whom tempt sailors to their demise through song and ethereal looks. It's said that they do it to eat them or to feed them to their sea beasts. Honestly? It's just sport. Like when hunters try to catch game, it wasn't really all that different. Besides, sometimes humans truly needed to remember that they are at the mercy of the ocean and they should respect it proper. Respect it, lest they find themselves sinking into the depths, never to see the skies again.
Wriothesley is delighted today. It had been awhile since he had gotten to play, after all. While he did not engage as much as his other sisters and brothers did, he did get lonely and did get bored. He had seen Basch and his ship a few times. The man seemed impressive enough. Seemed like they'd not give into their lust enough to be tricked. It's hard to trick captains, after all. Most know better. So he was delighted to say that he currently had the man in his grasp, a grin wide on his face.] Oh, captain~♥︎
[He doesn't start to drag them down yet, feeling a little playful at the moment. Of course, Basch isn't really in a position where he can escape. His fate was basically sealed right now.] I didn't think you'd actually join me in the waters tonight. How lucky I am. [A bright laugh.]
Well, I'm feeling generous. Do you have any last words~?
[ It occurred to Basch, in a distant sort of way, that he didn't want to die today.
Not because he expected to live to a ripe old age, not as a pirate captain. No, because if he died now, he would never see this perfect creature again.
His ship was long gone. He had no idea if the danger they'd faced had been real or illusion, but he'd been on deck with his crew -- he was loyal to a fault, and never asked them to take a risk he would not. He'd heard stories of sirens; every sailor had. Usually even took precautions when they were near their known territories. But by the time he had taken the unearthly sound he'd heard for what it was, he'd already jumped over the side, aware he was also sending the rest of his ship to safety. Not tricked. Calculated.
And aware any fae creature could be bargained with. He'd made it this far with more than his charming looks and stupidly loyal heart. ]
You could take me tonight [ he agrees, voice calm, heart not even fluttering. It felt too far away to be real. Not with the shivering heat of the siren's grip on him. How would it kill him? Drown him? Bite his throat? All that power under all that beauty. ] But then your fun will be done as well.
If you leave me alive, I can bring you treasures until you tire of me, and then you can kill me at your leisure.
[Wriothesley leisurely swims on his back, gliding across the surface with the man entrapped in his embrace. With the moon shining down, Basch can see the siren better. Scars litter the man's body, parts of his fins damaged from years of living. It is obvious that he is more than just a sweet siren who spends their days laying on the rocks leisurely. The physique shows a true predator. He seems to not be in a rush with how he carries them with him.
There's a low hum as he listens to Basch speak.] That is often what happens. You humans are mere drops in the ocean when it comes to the passing of time after all. [His statement implies that Wriothesley will easily find more fun somewhere else. That Basch is merely just a moment of glee for him before moving on. Uncaring almost. At the moment, Basch is just a toy that can easily be replaced.
But his curiosity is piqued.] Oh? Tell me, human, what treasures can you offer me that I cannot get myself? There are plenty of shipwrecks for me to plunder. What can you bring me from land that I cannot get myself? [Jewelry and coin is nothing he needs, but there are things that the land offers that he could never get ahold of due to how far inland one might have to go for it.
[ Basch tries to keep his focus on the siren's face, but he can't help the way his gaze flicks to the toned body, the scars and fin damage. It lights something in him, a sense of recognition, and something deeper and more visceral that threatens to distract him. He wants to live...and he wants to get to spend even a little time with this creature. ]
Spices and drink, for one; before the sea dilutes them. And I could bring rare goods from farther afield, that are rarely placed on ships for fear of losing them. Books, art, textiles. I will have to learn your tastes. Or simply do my best and hope to please you, if that is a game you prefer.
[ Again, that odd heat, and gods help him, he knows what it is, knows what it's like when he is falling into obsession.
This is absurd even for him. ]
I would [ he says too readily, and maybe his gaze lingers too long on that face. Has the siren enchanted him? He doesn't know. Doesn't care. ] It is better than to die today and not see you, or my ship, again.
[There is a thoughtful hum. A genuine sound of interest at Basch' words. Usually, men are desperate to try and see another day and willing to promise him things that were obvious not within their ability in the first place. It had always been things that he cared little for and were things that humans thought he might want to hear.
Basch is offering him something more. Food and drink that he cannot touch. Goods that he watches with some amount of want, but can never get his claws on. For once, he is offered something he would consider making a deal for.
And that in itself makes the man someone curious to him. It piques his interest. That and-] What do you want in return? Merely your life to see another day? I highly doubt that...
[He drags nails down Basch's clothed chest.] I can smell your want. How peculiar that the fear I smell is not the same as others. You are a very curious human, indeed.
[ That the siren pauses, hums in consideration, makes Basch's breath catch, a tingle of triumph and want coursing through him. That he's even caught the other's attention feels like a victory.
Any lie that he wants nothing dies in his throat, eyes widening slightly at how easily the siren calls him out. His cock is half-hard with the humiliation of it, and there's no use trying to hide it if the other can smell him. Which only adds to his heat; whatever he is, the other can see it plainly, no matter his power or his efforts.
And, miraculously, there isn't disgust there. Curiosity, amusement. ]
I would not ask anything as payment, no. My life is enough. [ His cock throbs with increasing need at those hands on his chest. ] But I won't deny my want, either. If you've interest in lying with a human, I would gladly pleasure you, or be your toy. That is part of how sirens hunt, is it not?
[ His gaze is steady, and the fear in him is much more for bungling this opportunity than it is for any safety. ]
Benevolent. Cute. You humans are so cute, really~ [He isn't sure if the word is fondness, but he was somewhat endeared by humans, despite their selfish nature. He at least loves to watch the way they struggle while he drags him to the ocean floor to be very joyful for him.] No, no. This will not do. I am a fair creature. Your life might be forfeit, but you might as well ask more of me. We might as well have fun until I decide I no longer need you.
[One hand rests on Basch's chest, but the other hand starts to work the man's belt free.]
You want to lay with me, do you? You do love danger, don't you captain? I think that I quite like you at the moment, so let's play a little. I'll make my decision proper on how good you are- [He slides his hands to wrap his fingers around the man's cock, giving it a squeeze.] here~
[He leans in to drags his teeth against the shell of Basch's ear.] Even if you die tonight, at least you'll get to have this moment of ecstasy.
I should clarify, the delay in my life's ending is payment enough -- I am aware I am entirely yours. [ He meets Wrio's eyes steadily as he says it, no hint of complaint in his voice.
And when the siren promises pleasure, there's a clear shudder in him, but one entirely of want, fanned by the hand going to his belt. He can hardly believe this is happening, that the creature is interested. His moan is low, almost a sigh of contentment as the man's hand slides against him, sets expectations for him to perform. ]
Yes [ he whispers, a prayer and a promise. It would be worth it to die in this ecstasy; he can't deny that. He never expected to live this long anyway, and certainly this was a better death than any other.
It's clear just how interested he is. Under that touch, his cock has become entirely rigid, matching the flush in his skin. He does not bother asking boundaries; he is sure the siren will kill him if he missteps, and somehow that makes this all the more wondrous.
Instead, his hands come to the other's sides, flexing over warm muscle and smooth scale. He turns his head, catching the other's jaw and sliding his tongue over it before sucking against the bone, then moving lower, testing his tongue agains the strange, lacy gills there. He moans again, thrusting against the siren's hand. It's clear this is no performance; he's entirely lost in the throws of passion. ]
[Oh, this captain is cute. So used to the men who beg for mercy and for their lives. How quickly they turn into such pathetic things. The smell of fear was enjoyable, but he won’t deny that what he was smelling off Basch was truly addicting. It was better than ambrosia.
To be desired even in the face of danger, because they’re in danger, is one hell of a drug. Wriothesley likes it. He likes the attention and the infatuation. Perhaps keeping this human alive wouldn’t be so bad. Like a cute pet.
Fingers curled around Basch’s cock, he happily strokes the other, fingers squeezing just a bit to add more pressure. He slowly moves them closer to land, though he wonders if Basch will even notice.] Even with the threat of me killing you, you want me this much? My, my, you truly flirt with danger. You’re far more interesting than the average sailor. Everyone wants to live, but I don’t think I’ve met someone who wishes for more days if only to be at the mercy of my hands.
[And most humans have no interest to lay with the unknown. With the strange. With someone who wasn’t human and normal.it catches him off guard when he feels tongue against his gills. They flutter under the attention, making him shiver with a breathy little sound.] Oh! That tongue of yours is more cunning than I thought. [and he can’t say he hated that. It was a shot of pleasure burning through his veins.]
[ Basch will beg gladly, if it pleases Wriothesley, but not for his life. He would beg for touch, for ecstasy, for the chance to serve. There is something, too, to wanting something so powerful and dangerous, to knowing his own pleasure and life are entirely at the other's mercy. To please such a being even as a passing interest is heady, and even now, he is entirely suspended by the siren's hold; he could be drowned in an instant, or left to struggle at sea until he tired and succumbed.
The siren strokes at his cock and his head tips back, his breath ragged. He wants more, but he likes being held in suspense just as much. It doesn't last long, eager as he is for whatever touch the siren will allow before...this ends, one way or another.
A pleasant surprise then, when the other shivers and lets out a breath at his tongue's advance. He moans, aroused by his ability to please the other, switching his head to the other side to apply the same attention to the other set of gills. His hands rove, stroking over flesh, down to where it turns primarily to scale. ]
Is it true [ he murmurs, one hand trailing forward, wrist bumping where Wriothesley holds his own cock ] That your kind hide their treasure inside a slit? [ His touch is gentle, easy to bat away, but the pads of his fingers graze for a change in texture, some sort of indication of where else he can touch his captor. ]
[If it were anyone else, he would easily tear that hand off for touching him without permission. However, he's feeling pretty fond of his new toy and Basch's eagerness to please him makes him more willing to let the other learn. After all, Basch will surely need to learn more if they would like to back up those pretty words and pleasure him properly.]
Oh? And tell me captain~? How long have you wanted to know the answer for that? How long have you been lusting for our kind now? [He continues to stroke Basch's cock with one hand while another one circles around the captain's wrist. His tail around the other loosens a little, giving Basch a little more wiggle room. He was sure the other had no intention of leaving him nor try to fight him off.]
Or was it just a curiosity? A passing fancy? One that has come back now that you're here with me? [He leads Basch's hand to where his slit is.] Well, I'll answer your question. It's true. It would be inconvenient to swim around with it out after all. Indecent. Remember my body well if you intend to please me my sweet little landwalker.
[ He shudders, a whimpering moan unselfconsciously erupting at that touch. ]
Passing fancy [ he groans. He may have more space, but his hips rock against the other, giving them only enough space so he can get his hand where they both want it. ] A private fantasy, one I never dreamed I'd truly get to enact. [ His fingers press inside, another moan on his lips before he sets them back on the other's jaw. ] My hand -- or my mouth [ he rasps, even as his fingers seek out the slick warm tendril therein. His own cock is so hard it hurts.
Again it occurs to him he could die like this, and that the thought doesn't upset him. ]
[The way that Basch's body searches for his might as well be sweet ambrosia. There is something addicting about this all. Having this powerful man practically eating out of his palm was far more enjoyable than dragging unsuspecting folks into a watery demise. This had longevity and he had already decided that he would keep Basch alive. The other doesn't know that though. If he were honest, it also seems like Basch was aroused at the uncertainty of his fate.
He moans into Basch's ear as fingers dip into him. Warm and wet, Basch can feel something slide against his fingers and even curl around them as though seeking out that friction with its own mind. There's something smooth in the way that Wriothesley rolls his hips and tail against Basch's body; in sync with the way he jerks them off.]
You do seem to have some talented fingers, though I don't expect anything less. Perhaps I'll let something else inside- [As he says this, his grip tightens a bit and his strokes become a little more rough.] so that you can look forward to your next voyage to me.
[ Basch moans so low and wanton that it's clear every bit of this has him losing his mind. He would absolutely die like this, if that was what the Siren decided.
And right now, the possibility of having that tendril of a cock wrapped around his own is so alluring that his own cock jerks in the other's hand. ]
Please [ he rasps ] let me serve you that way, too. Let me fuck you, and you can do whatever you want with me in return.
[ His fingers don't stop working, cock twitching with the truth of his promise. ]
Let's not be too hasty, captain. I can't give you everything tonight. I want you to come back to the sea. To me. [He chuckles against Basch's ear before running a long tongue over the shell of it. He did not doubt Basch would return, but it's more fun this way. Like a fisherman throwing out their line, he wants to bait the other more.]
This is merely an appetizer, so that you'll- [As he rolls his hips, he feels Basch's fingers sink farther into him. He moans shamelessly into Basch's ear, feeling pleasure bloom leaving the tips of his fingers tingling.] -be hungry for more at our next rendezvous...
[He continues to stroke the other roughly, fingers gliding over ridges and veins as he slides them over the length.] I like you, captain. You bring me suitable gifts on your next visit and I'll let your cock feel something divine, no human will be able to satisfy your wants after. [He gets the inkling that this might already be the case, honestly. That thought excites him the most. A man who flirts with danger and seems so attracted to him could not possibly be satisfied by land walkers when their heart called out to the sea. To him.]
[ A thrill runs through him, even with the sweet ache of rejection. Come back. Another day. Another chance to please.
He moans as Wrio works against him, his fingers sinking deeper than he meant and his cock jerking with heat. His body wants release, but if the Siren makes him work then leaves him high and dry, well, there's a vicious sexiness to that as well. ] The longer you work me up with promises, the more beautifully I'll break [ he whispers. A promise of his own.
And he groans, deep and wanton, at the hand on him. On the threat. He already thinks he's been ruined for any other human; was already waning on them long before this. He can only imagine how that could grow with feeling the Siren's touch. ] I will think of nothing but you.
[ Not a sweet nothing; a truth. He turns his head again, sucking hard on the Siren's delicate gils, twisting his grip so he can finger the other more insistently. He can't help his hips rutting into the Siren's hand at the same time -- he's only human, only beast after all -- but his focus is entirely on working the other to pleasure. ]
[The burn of being stretched open by Basch's fingers was already wonderful. He groans into Basch's ear as he continues to stroke the other. His strokes were becoming less smooth and more jerky, the rhythm becoming harder to maintain as he feels pleasure wash over him from the captain's fingers. Who wouldn't love a man who seems to be so good with their hands.]
You can't break on me so quickly. I expect my new toy to last longer than a handjob and some pretty words. Tsk, tsk.
[More than that, he'd miss this. He doesn't consider himself an incredibly sexual creature, but he won't deny that he isn't enjoying the attention. How long has it been since he has taken a lover? And just that feels exciting and taboo. A human lover.
He's pulled out of his thoughts; a garbled moan coming out as pleasure flairs through his body. It hurts in a way that feels so damn good that he's finding it harder and harder to even quip back.] A little more captain~
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And nothing was more joyful than watching that vibrant life slowly dull in their eyes as he dragged them to the depths of the ocean to join his collection of corpses.
It's easy to say that people probably find Sirens to be vile creatures of the sea. Daughters of Poseidon (how hilarious!) whom tempt sailors to their demise through song and ethereal looks. It's said that they do it to eat them or to feed them to their sea beasts. Honestly? It's just sport. Like when hunters try to catch game, it wasn't really all that different. Besides, sometimes humans truly needed to remember that they are at the mercy of the ocean and they should respect it proper. Respect it, lest they find themselves sinking into the depths, never to see the skies again.
Wriothesley is delighted today. It had been awhile since he had gotten to play, after all. While he did not engage as much as his other sisters and brothers did, he did get lonely and did get bored. He had seen Basch and his ship a few times. The man seemed impressive enough. Seemed like they'd not give into their lust enough to be tricked. It's hard to trick captains, after all. Most know better. So he was delighted to say that he currently had the man in his grasp, a grin wide on his face.] Oh, captain~♥︎
[He doesn't start to drag them down yet, feeling a little playful at the moment. Of course, Basch isn't really in a position where he can escape. His fate was basically sealed right now.] I didn't think you'd actually join me in the waters tonight. How lucky I am. [A bright laugh.]
Well, I'm feeling generous. Do you have any last words~?
eeeeeee
Not because he expected to live to a ripe old age, not as a pirate captain. No, because if he died now, he would never see this perfect creature again.
His ship was long gone. He had no idea if the danger they'd faced had been real or illusion, but he'd been on deck with his crew -- he was loyal to a fault, and never asked them to take a risk he would not. He'd heard stories of sirens; every sailor had. Usually even took precautions when they were near their known territories. But by the time he had taken the unearthly sound he'd heard for what it was, he'd already jumped over the side, aware he was also sending the rest of his ship to safety. Not tricked. Calculated.
And aware any fae creature could be bargained with. He'd made it this far with more than his charming looks and stupidly loyal heart. ]
You could take me tonight [ he agrees, voice calm, heart not even fluttering. It felt too far away to be real. Not with the shivering heat of the siren's grip on him. How would it kill him? Drown him? Bite his throat? All that power under all that beauty. ] But then your fun will be done as well.
If you leave me alive, I can bring you treasures until you tire of me, and then you can kill me at your leisure.
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There's a low hum as he listens to Basch speak.] That is often what happens. You humans are mere drops in the ocean when it comes to the passing of time after all. [His statement implies that Wriothesley will easily find more fun somewhere else. That Basch is merely just a moment of glee for him before moving on. Uncaring almost. At the moment, Basch is just a toy that can easily be replaced.
But his curiosity is piqued.] Oh? Tell me, human, what treasures can you offer me that I cannot get myself? There are plenty of shipwrecks for me to plunder. What can you bring me from land that I cannot get myself? [Jewelry and coin is nothing he needs, but there are things that the land offers that he could never get ahold of due to how far inland one might have to go for it.
More than that-] You would indebt yourself to me?
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Spices and drink, for one; before the sea dilutes them. And I could bring rare goods from farther afield, that are rarely placed on ships for fear of losing them. Books, art, textiles. I will have to learn your tastes. Or simply do my best and hope to please you, if that is a game you prefer.
[ Again, that odd heat, and gods help him, he knows what it is, knows what it's like when he is falling into obsession.
This is absurd even for him. ]
I would [ he says too readily, and maybe his gaze lingers too long on that face. Has the siren enchanted him? He doesn't know. Doesn't care. ] It is better than to die today and not see you, or my ship, again.
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Basch is offering him something more. Food and drink that he cannot touch. Goods that he watches with some amount of want, but can never get his claws on. For once, he is offered something he would consider making a deal for.
And that in itself makes the man someone curious to him. It piques his interest. That and-] What do you want in return? Merely your life to see another day? I highly doubt that...
[He drags nails down Basch's clothed chest.] I can smell your want. How peculiar that the fear I smell is not the same as others. You are a very curious human, indeed.
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Any lie that he wants nothing dies in his throat, eyes widening slightly at how easily the siren calls him out. His cock is half-hard with the humiliation of it, and there's no use trying to hide it if the other can smell him. Which only adds to his heat; whatever he is, the other can see it plainly, no matter his power or his efforts.
And, miraculously, there isn't disgust there. Curiosity, amusement. ]
I would not ask anything as payment, no. My life is enough. [ His cock throbs with increasing need at those hands on his chest. ] But I won't deny my want, either. If you've interest in lying with a human, I would gladly pleasure you, or be your toy. That is part of how sirens hunt, is it not?
[ His gaze is steady, and the fear in him is much more for bungling this opportunity than it is for any safety. ]
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[One hand rests on Basch's chest, but the other hand starts to work the man's belt free.]
You want to lay with me, do you? You do love danger, don't you captain? I think that I quite like you at the moment, so let's play a little. I'll make my decision proper on how good you are- [He slides his hands to wrap his fingers around the man's cock, giving it a squeeze.] here~
[He leans in to drags his teeth against the shell of Basch's ear.] Even if you die tonight, at least you'll get to have this moment of ecstasy.
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And when the siren promises pleasure, there's a clear shudder in him, but one entirely of want, fanned by the hand going to his belt. He can hardly believe this is happening, that the creature is interested. His moan is low, almost a sigh of contentment as the man's hand slides against him, sets expectations for him to perform. ]
Yes [ he whispers, a prayer and a promise. It would be worth it to die in this ecstasy; he can't deny that. He never expected to live this long anyway, and certainly this was a better death than any other.
It's clear just how interested he is. Under that touch, his cock has become entirely rigid, matching the flush in his skin. He does not bother asking boundaries; he is sure the siren will kill him if he missteps, and somehow that makes this all the more wondrous.
Instead, his hands come to the other's sides, flexing over warm muscle and smooth scale. He turns his head, catching the other's jaw and sliding his tongue over it before sucking against the bone, then moving lower, testing his tongue agains the strange, lacy gills there. He moans again, thrusting against the siren's hand. It's clear this is no performance; he's entirely lost in the throws of passion. ]
Wrong siren thread LMAO
To be desired even in the face of danger, because they’re in danger, is one hell of a drug. Wriothesley likes it. He likes the attention and the infatuation. Perhaps keeping this human alive wouldn’t be so bad. Like a cute pet.
Fingers curled around Basch’s cock, he happily strokes the other, fingers squeezing just a bit to add more pressure. He slowly moves them closer to land, though he wonders if Basch will even notice.] Even with the threat of me killing you, you want me this much? My, my, you truly flirt with danger. You’re far more interesting than the average sailor. Everyone wants to live, but I don’t think I’ve met someone who wishes for more days if only to be at the mercy of my hands.
[And most humans have no interest to lay with the unknown. With the strange. With someone who wasn’t human and normal.it catches him off guard when he feels tongue against his gills. They flutter under the attention, making him shiver with a breathy little sound.] Oh! That tongue of yours is more cunning than I thought. [and he can’t say he hated that. It was a shot of pleasure burning through his veins.]
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The siren strokes at his cock and his head tips back, his breath ragged. He wants more, but he likes being held in suspense just as much. It doesn't last long, eager as he is for whatever touch the siren will allow before...this ends, one way or another.
A pleasant surprise then, when the other shivers and lets out a breath at his tongue's advance. He moans, aroused by his ability to please the other, switching his head to the other side to apply the same attention to the other set of gills. His hands rove, stroking over flesh, down to where it turns primarily to scale. ]
Is it true [ he murmurs, one hand trailing forward, wrist bumping where Wriothesley holds his own cock ] That your kind hide their treasure inside a slit? [ His touch is gentle, easy to bat away, but the pads of his fingers graze for a change in texture, some sort of indication of where else he can touch his captor. ]
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Oh? And tell me captain~? How long have you wanted to know the answer for that? How long have you been lusting for our kind now? [He continues to stroke Basch's cock with one hand while another one circles around the captain's wrist. His tail around the other loosens a little, giving Basch a little more wiggle room. He was sure the other had no intention of leaving him nor try to fight him off.]
Or was it just a curiosity? A passing fancy? One that has come back now that you're here with me? [He leads Basch's hand to where his slit is.] Well, I'll answer your question. It's true. It would be inconvenient to swim around with it out after all. Indecent. Remember my body well if you intend to please me my sweet little landwalker.
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Passing fancy [ he groans. He may have more space, but his hips rock against the other, giving them only enough space so he can get his hand where they both want it. ] A private fantasy, one I never dreamed I'd truly get to enact. [ His fingers press inside, another moan on his lips before he sets them back on the other's jaw. ] My hand -- or my mouth [ he rasps, even as his fingers seek out the slick warm tendril therein. His own cock is so hard it hurts.
Again it occurs to him he could die like this, and that the thought doesn't upset him. ]
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He moans into Basch's ear as fingers dip into him. Warm and wet, Basch can feel something slide against his fingers and even curl around them as though seeking out that friction with its own mind. There's something smooth in the way that Wriothesley rolls his hips and tail against Basch's body; in sync with the way he jerks them off.]
You do seem to have some talented fingers, though I don't expect anything less. Perhaps I'll let something else inside- [As he says this, his grip tightens a bit and his strokes become a little more rough.] so that you can look forward to your next voyage to me.
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And right now, the possibility of having that tendril of a cock wrapped around his own is so alluring that his own cock jerks in the other's hand. ]
Please [ he rasps ] let me serve you that way, too. Let me fuck you, and you can do whatever you want with me in return.
[ His fingers don't stop working, cock twitching with the truth of his promise. ]
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This is merely an appetizer, so that you'll- [As he rolls his hips, he feels Basch's fingers sink farther into him. He moans shamelessly into Basch's ear, feeling pleasure bloom leaving the tips of his fingers tingling.] -be hungry for more at our next rendezvous...
[He continues to stroke the other roughly, fingers gliding over ridges and veins as he slides them over the length.] I like you, captain. You bring me suitable gifts on your next visit and I'll let your cock feel something divine, no human will be able to satisfy your wants after. [He gets the inkling that this might already be the case, honestly. That thought excites him the most. A man who flirts with danger and seems so attracted to him could not possibly be satisfied by land walkers when their heart called out to the sea. To him.]
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He moans as Wrio works against him, his fingers sinking deeper than he meant and his cock jerking with heat. His body wants release, but if the Siren makes him work then leaves him high and dry, well, there's a vicious sexiness to that as well. ] The longer you work me up with promises, the more beautifully I'll break [ he whispers. A promise of his own.
And he groans, deep and wanton, at the hand on him. On the threat. He already thinks he's been ruined for any other human; was already waning on them long before this. He can only imagine how that could grow with feeling the Siren's touch. ] I will think of nothing but you.
[ Not a sweet nothing; a truth. He turns his head again, sucking hard on the Siren's delicate gils, twisting his grip so he can finger the other more insistently. He can't help his hips rutting into the Siren's hand at the same time -- he's only human, only beast after all -- but his focus is entirely on working the other to pleasure. ]
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You can't break on me so quickly. I expect my new toy to last longer than a handjob and some pretty words. Tsk, tsk.
[More than that, he'd miss this. He doesn't consider himself an incredibly sexual creature, but he won't deny that he isn't enjoying the attention. How long has it been since he has taken a lover? And just that feels exciting and taboo. A human lover.
He's pulled out of his thoughts; a garbled moan coming out as pleasure flairs through his body. It hurts in a way that feels so damn good that he's finding it harder and harder to even quip back.] A little more captain~