"Is that right?" Marilyn murmured, her hand again moving to her necklace, only to flinch away, instead brushing her hair back. "Well, Ava, I was wondering if you could do me a favour..."
"Sure. What do you need?" Ava said.
Marilyn turned her head, baring her long, pale neck and the gold band that wrapped around it. "This necklace is quite tight. Would you mind loosening it a bit for me?"
"Of course. I’d be happy to!"
"So would I," Marilyn breathed as Ava moved forward, leaning over the singer and moving her hand to the necklace. Ava frowned as her hands missed the catch, as if forgetting how to touch it.
"Um... hold on. Let’s see..."
Ava concentrated, moving her hand to the necklace.
Again that strange sense like she should be doing something else invaded her, her fingers twitching, as if not quite sure how to handle the necklace. Scrunching her nose in concentration, Ava finally managed to grasp the chain.
Suddenly, the resistance was gone. The necklace clinked open, and Ava yelped as the chain fell off Marilyn’s neck. "Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! It just-"
Ava’s next words were squeezed from her as she suddenly found herself in the tight embrace of the Queen of the Dawn. A shudder seemed to course through the woman, her face buried in Ava’s neck.
"Oh sweet depths," Marilyn gasped. "Thank you..."
"Um..." Ava said.
"You have no idea how good it feels to be free of him," moaned Marilyn.
"Free? Of who?" Ava had no idea what was happening, but she liked the way Marilyn’s warm breath felt on her neck and she began to stroke the back of the singer’s head in a comforting way.
"That necklace," said Marilyn as she began kissing Ava’s neck. "It was like an animal’s collar around my throat. Iago was using it to control me. To control the magic of my song."
"The magic of your song? I mean, it is beautiful, but... wait... Iago? The playwright with the little dick?" Ava began to piece everything together. It all became perfectly clear as Marilyn leaned back and Ava saw for the first time her face as it truly was. Even more exquisitely beautiful than she appeared normally, her features delicate, but also somehow strange. Unearthly. With big black eyes and a faint silver sheen of lovely scales. Even her hair had taken on an unusual mauve color. "You’re a siren!"
"You know my kind!?" Marilyn hugged Ava again and this time began kissing the elf on the face. Her cheeks. Her lips. "Oh! I could not tell anyone so long as I wore that necklace! It hid my true appearance! Iago tricked me into wearing it years ago. Into becoming his caged songbird! Damn him!"
"What! That’s so mean!" Ava huffed. "I mean, I love wearing obedience collars as much as the next elf, but that’s just rude!"
Marilyn laughed, her voice bright as the dawn. "Oh Ava! Ava..."
Marilyn began kissing Ava again, exuberant with her release.
She felt alive for the first time in many years. Her lips found Ava’s. Her excitement burgeoning into desire.
Ava yielded happily to her eager lips and suddenly, without either realizing it was happening, the two women were kissing passionately.
Their lips parted and mouths joined. The sweet tongue of the siren curling and twining with the delicate tongue of the elf.
"Mmmmmmhmmmm," moaned Ava, her eyes fluttering closed as her arms wrapped around Marilyn. The kiss was so intense that it almost stole Ava’s breath.
She pulled back, panting softly, her face deeply flushed. She had to remind herself that sirens were feared for luring sailors to their doom.
Some said it was simply with drowning, but others claimed it was their smothering kiss. "Were you... I mean... you’re a siren, right?"
"Oh, mmmmm, yes," said Marilyn. "I had almost forgotten. That necklace had been on me for so long. Don’t worry, my dear, I’m not one of those kinds of sirens. I’m a friendly kind. The only person I am dangerous to right now is Iago."
"You’re going to kill him?" Ava gasped and her eyes widened with concern.
"Mmmmm, that would be too good for that deceptive, little-pricked buffoon," Marilyn said. "But let us not speak of him. You saved me! I am myself again! And I feel urges like I have not felt in so very long."
"Oh, urges? I like urges!" Ava giggled and flung herself into the arms of the lovely siren.
Their collision was mutually softened by their breasts and the two laughing women fell to the floor of the dressing room among discarded costumes, corsets, draped stockings, feather boas, and the papier-mâché head of a bug-eyed dragon.
Their limbs entangled and Marilyn’s mauve-tinted hair swept across her face.
She stroked Ava’s hips and caressed the firmness of the elf’s heart-shaped ass.
Ava cooed with desire, nuzzling against Marilyn’s slender neck and brushing gentle kisses against the soft folds of her gills.
Marilyn shuddered with long-suppressed pleasure. A part of her that had been hidden by the amulet was finally bared to this lovely elf, unafraid to touch her in the most intimate ways.
"You’re so beautiful," whispered Ava, admiring Marilyn with her hands and her roaming lips. "I’ve never seen anyone like you, but I’ve heard of sirens."
"Most have," moaned Marilyn. "But our reputation is... not fair... most of our songs are helpful... or at least... mmmmmmm... harmless."
Ava’s kiss moved to Marilyn’s pert breasts heaving in her dressing gown.
Ava made short work of the gown’s belt, parting the front and freeing Marilyn’s breasts.
Those mounds were soft and creamy white, capped with domed areolas and stiff nipples that had a matching mauve tint with the colour of Marilyn’s hair.
Ava kissed Marilyn’s jutting nipples. Ran her tongue around the left and then the right. She sucked them each in turn, humming as she drew the sensitive buds into her mouth and gazed up lustily at Marilyn.
"Ohhhh, goddess, that is good," gasped Marilyn. "I meant to thank you... show... mmmmmm... my appreciation... ohhhh, your hand... those fingers, between my legs. Oh, yes, Ava. Fuck me."
"With pleasure!" promised Ava, teasing her tongue down the flat of Marilyn’s abdomen.
She flicked her tongue around Marilyn’s navel as she pumped her fingers into the hot folds of Marilyn’s cunt, one so different than a human or an elf’s, with more delicate folds and a narrower passage that seemed to curve up and then down as Ava thrust her fingers deftly into Marilyn’s depths. The slick walls squeezed at her fingers with rhythmic contractions that made Ava giggle.
She had to see it up close. She had to taste it!
Ava kissed lower, guided by Marilyn’s hands as the siren’s fingers tangled in Ava’s hair and cradled her head.
She brushed her lips against Marilyn’s petals. She tasted the first sweet dew of her cunt.
Her tongue slipped out and slid against the bud of her clit. Almost gemlike in its definition.
It pulsated beneath Ava’s tongue as she licked around it and flicked her tongue against it.
Marilyn’s song of pleasure was beautiful. A bewitching flow of vowels that began to rise in pitch as Ava began sucking at the hard bud of Marilyn’s clit.
"Mmmmmmmm," moaned the elf, adding a third finger to the two already plundering Marilyn’s delicate pussy.
She sucked harder. Thrust faster. Marilyn’s song of pleasure grew louder with each thrust of Ava’s finger.
It rose to a wailing crescendo, no less beautiful for its intensity.
The siren’s long legs and thighs tightened around Ava’s head and the singer bucked her hips, riding her cunt against Ava’s fingers. Singing and cumming.
Her inner walls rippling with her pleasure. Squeezing Ava’s fingers and pouring her sweet nectar into the elf’s hungry mouth.
Ava felt the song thrum through her, her thighs tight with desperate lust as the lovely siren came for her, orgasmic pleasure so strong, so perfectly tuned that elf almost felt her own body yield to that peak.
Visit and read more novel to help us update chapter quickly. Thank you so much!
Use arrow keys (or A / D) to PREV/NEXT chapter