Sirens, Song, Sex...

What's that noise... singing?

Something **** me awake in the middle of the night; along with both collection of strange wet noises, and annoying golden light. In the corner of the room, I see Gabbie, holding her staff firmly as she presses it into the floorboards. On the other side of the room, I see...

Ashes, and Zana, taking pieces of clothing off as their mouths connect over and over; the source of the wet noises.

"What the..." I say, only to be cut off by Gabriella.

"Sirens..." She whispers, as I now notice; her cheeks are red as can be, and her legs are pressed so firmly together as to threaten to tear her clothing. "They're songs... make you... ah~"

Turning around to the sound of giggling, I see that Ashes and Zana have disappeared, with only our Sorcerers massive hat remaining; the aroused laughter coming from within as it wobbles back and forth, with the occasional piece of clothing being flung out from within.

Quickly, to make sure that the worst case scenario of this spell doesn't leave me as a father before my time, I use warmth to disable my fertility. Just as I finish doing so, I hear it, the singing... muffed by the walls of the ship. I feel my trousers tighten as my mind fogs over slightly, somethings wrong.

Wait, where's Cilla?

Seeing my frantic gaze, Gabbie says. "Cilla ran away when the singing started... I set up a barrier at the doorway to try and stop it... oh Ariel... give me strength..."

The priestess seems to be losing herself to the voices of the sirens; as am I. I need to find Cilla before anything happens to her, she's MY friend damn it! Mine, no one elses! Walking towards the doorway, which indeed seems to be blocked off by solid golden light, I am **** back when two figures suddenly slam into the barrier.

The mostly naked forms of Osil, the half goblin smuggler, and the gorgeous gorgon Captain Thrusk, as the former slams into the latter with reckless abandon. Her enormous bossum is pressed into the forcefield as the greenish young man wraps his arm around her neck, sinking his teeth into her shoulder, drawing a light red trickle of vita. The old gnome Ehur seems to be running about behind them; somehow unaffected by the sirens song, and trying to get the two to snap out of their spell. I couldn't hear his words, as my own mind was starting to be bogged down from the muffled music. The two deviant dark-ones leave the barrier, fornicating as they head towards the stairs upwards. It is then that I see two red eyes in the darkness of the depths of the ship, darting deeper into the black nothing; back towards where I spoke with Ariel

"Prissy..." I slur out, still becoming more and more confused as the song pulses through my being.

I press into the barrier, and pass right through; seems to have been a one-way doorway of some sort.

Oh... I hear the song more clearly now...

My arousal peaks, but I hold onto my sense long enough for two things, firstly, to hear what sounds like an orgy happening in the floors above us. Secondly, see those red eyes once again, now seeing their strange pupils; like four sided stars, just like when Cilla's eye underneath her patch.

"Priscilla..." I stumble towards the eyes; mind muddled...

After some walking I'm in the hidden away area once more, but the magical light has been covered with something, leaving me in the dark.

Is that... purring?

Suddenly, I'm slammed to the floorboards, cracking them, and those red eyes are staring into my own; the familiar, yet now seemingly **** voice of Cilla whispers to me. "Prey..."

I'm picked up by my friend; now possessed by a primal instinct, and thrown directly through an empty storage box, causing a red cloak to fall from the magical light. The light now shines clearly as I stagger to my feet, and I see her nude form; both eyes now red, with starlike pupils. The short, and slender Priscilla indeed was telling the truth when she said that her body was similarly sectioned up at joints; her elbows, knees, crotch, shoulders and so on were as such. her hard skin was painted here and there with scars of varying kinds, and her collar of thick, poofy fur actually went further down from the middle of her chest; its color being the same silvery blonde as her hair. Her nearly non-existent breasts were seemingly the only visible fat in her body, with the rest being thick, unyeilding hide over subtly defined muscle, giving her visible abdominal muscles, which further pained my trouser bound... area. Her boots had apparently been hiding a strange pair of feet, with only three long, taloned toes. Despite lacking a grand chest like Gabbie, her wide hips and strong thighs in particular were doing something to my fuzzy senses...

"Prey..." She repeated; her clawed hands ready to tear the flesh from bone.

Prey? This little mouse thinks I am it's prey?! I am Wyrm! I am Scale! It will be shown it's place... In my horde...

What? No! I... what's going on!? So... dizzy...

It called me prey! I am of the Fae! Not some mere appetizer! A punishment is in order...

Stupid... song... she's...

She's MINE!

When next the wild one lunges at me, I don't budge, simply holding out my hand and catching it by the throat; slamming it into the floorboards of the ship. The crack of wood accompanies all air leaving the lungs of my new prize; my conquest, whose punishment will come soon...

"Not... prey..." It whispers; Unharmed? Seems this toy is hardy... "Mate? Strong..."

I don't speak, this thing hasn't earned the sound of my voice just yet. Using my other hand, I tear my shirt from my body, followed by my trousers. Finally free, my cock stands firm; twitching in anticipation. The creature gazing longingly at it's new master's thick thirteen inches, and fist sized balls, animalistic in its **** writhing.

"Mate!" It yelps beneath my grasp. "Want mate! Strong brood!"

"Silence."

It follows my command; what a good little mouse...

I lift my prize by her neck, keeping a firm grip at all times as I lean her against a wooden support beam. If this thing can hold a ship, it can handle my... playtime. I line up the head of my cock with the glistening entrance to this wild one's breeding hole.

It wriggles more and more, trying to **** its way down, but stops when I grab its hip with my free hand.

"Obey"

It does so, stopping its movements. It deserves... a reward.

Releasing my 'mate's throat, I grab onto the other side of her hips; now lined up perfectly. Given her smaller size compared to me, and the enormity of my cock... maybe I should be gentle...

I slam her down hard onto it, her incredibly tight sex sucking me in; its heat burning me in a way I thought only another dragon's breath could.

This sudden entrance forces a yelp from my prize, accompanied by the words. "Mate! Breed! Harder!"

I pull back, ever so slowly, letting my cock glide across her interior, enjoying my toy like a melting chocolate... what's chocolate? Bah, whatever. The thought is tossed aside as I go from just about exiting my toy, to slamming as deep as I can once more, now an inch deeper than before: the entrance to her womb kissing the head of my throbbing shaft. I begin to repeat this process, maintaining my slow, methodical pulling; followed by a sudden plunge. My treat writhing in pleasure between me and the support pillar; letting her tongue lull from her mouth as her mind melts.

"Mate... faster... breed... fill... impregnate..." She begs, my toy is clearly in need of a good brood or two... but first, her language needs some work.

"Master, not mate."

"Master..." She whimpers. "Please... Master...impregnate... fill..."

"Good pet."

After having just pulled all the way back out, I now thrust back in as hard as I can without breaking my toy. I feel my entire cock enter her, the tip pushing into her womb itself. She silently screams in pleasure, mouthing 'faster' and 'harder' at me; her eyes begging for me to bless her with children of scale and fae. I continue my rapid pace, pummeling into the sturdy wild one as her wet, hot, and tight breeding hole squeezes tighter and tighter. I feel my first gift to my new treasure rising, and slam her harshly into the pillar as I release; visibly cracking the structure. A torrent of seed floods her, almost immedietly filling her womb before spilling out beneath her legs; trickling down her thighs, and coating her crotch.

Not in any way close to satisfied, I pull her to the floorboards, lifting her flexible legs up to her shoulders as I press against her now soaked thighs as harshly as I can. I grasp her ass firmly as I being to pound into her more and more.

"Master! Master! Breed!" She screams out, unable to look me in the eyes as her own roll back in pleasure.

She seizes up as she reaches climax, tightening almost painfully right as I thrust deeply once more, quickly pulling another wave of cum into herself. My tail wraps around her waist, trying its best to keep her locked in place for optimal insemination.

Despite having been ravaged so finely, this toy wants more... what a treasure... After the flow of sperm ceases, I pull my pet in, locking my lips with her own; accompanied by even more thrusts into her wanting womb.

It seems I'm about to break her mind, as she can no longer even mouth words at me, a shame...

I finished for a third time, this one even more plentiful than the last two. I pull from her after half has been pumped into her ever-hungering baby maker, and allow my seed to pour out onto her as my cock rests atop her crotch and belly; as if demonstrating how deeply I had just claimed this territory, the silence of the ship allowing her moans to echo so deliciously through the air.

Silence? The... the singing... it just stopped...

Fatigue takes hold as I fall backwards, darkness overtaking my worn out body and mind...

What... what have I done?