To fuck him, and Bind him – come hell or high water.
Layla’s eros careened as her drakaina and her human mind were both rolled by that bliss, feeling all of Fury’s silken scales and coils sliding around her, touching everything as he surged through her with his bright-dark power of beauty and lust. Locking her jaws over his and making him roar underwater with a shockwave of triumph, Layla’s drakaina drew his breath into her lungs, devouring the taste of him upon her tongue as they kissed beneath the deeps. Ten times her size, Fury was the greatest beast of the ocean as he coiled her tight in his powerful embrace, surging around her as his magic flooded through her while they kissed.
Pressing her golden-bright fangs to his silver-dark ones, Layla gave in. He was too beautiful, too powerful, too male – and her drakaina wanted him with a heat that annihilated her saner mind. Layla crashed open to her Dragon, to Fury, and to the deep energy of the Bind, surging through her with the wildest ocean waves. She didn’t just open her power; she poured her Bind-energy into Fury through their kiss in the most sensual, sexual cascade she’d ever felt.
And the darkest.
Roiling, thrashing, Fury’s coils secured her tight as he roared, bursting with pain and pleasure as Layla’s Bind-power rushed deep into him. But even in his flailing Layla could feel him succumb. He wanted to be Bound, he wanted to mate her; he wanted to fuck and fight beneath the waves in carnal glee as they took each other, over and over. Opening her jaws, Layla released him, taking a moment to inhale his last breath before she passed out from lack of air. But as Fury’s massive silver-dark head thrashed, she struck in yet again – locking her jaws upon his in a far more solid bite. The massive Siren-drake went still beneath her dominance; his enormous silver eyes locked to hers in need, in desire.
And for the first time, in fear.
Layla took command. In the most vicious kiss ever, she bent Fury back with one powerful thrust – breathing her Bind down his throat in a wash of gold-bright glory. Not fire, but the true breath of a golden dawn flooded Layla as it rushed down Fury’s throat. Flushing though her lungs, scorching into his body, Layla felt that massive breath surge through every part of her and him, filling them both with life as she poured her power deep inside him.
Locking it home.
Fury screamed beneath the sea as Layla’s power took him. He was undone by it, every coil roiling in an obliterating eros as her golden Bind-power devoured him from the inside out. Searing lines of gold flooded through his silver scales as Layla’s power came to completion inside him, and she felt his massive, truly incredible energy become hers. Fury roared again as his silver eyes brightened with a ring of gold now in the black water and Layla inhaled his power – pushing him further, trapping him harder into the Bind. She had control of it now from Reginald; she could push her Bind with Fury as hard as she wanted to. As their eyes met again, Layla felt Fury’s deep need flare through every part of her. Begging her to take him. Begging her to mate with him. Begging her to master him.
And make him whole.
In one endless moment, Layla suddenly understood Fury’s Siren-drake. He wanted to be whole with Fury, not divorced from him, not misunderstood and banished to the waves. He wanted to walk the land, to see with Fury’s human eyes and feel with his human pleasures as they worked together to become powerful and dominant. He didn’t want to be separate from the man; and he certainly didn’t want Fury dead. He wanted them to be together, and it was that aching need for togetherness that suddenly filled Layla as Fury’s drake stared her down.
And then flashed with deep ocean blue, as the man returned to his eyes.
Layla broke. Her entire heart spilled open for Fury, and before she knew it, they were braiding together from the fangs down as he coiled around her and she coiled around him back, becoming one beneath the waves. He breathed into her and she drank his breath from his lips as they caressed and coiled tight, their bodies twining together in a vast eros. Layla’s hesitation was banished as she drank his power, drank his breath from his lips, feeling him surround every part of her as his magic slid deep inside her. She didn’t want to fight him; she didn’t want to fuck him.
But what she did want, was to take him and make him whole.
Fury’s long silken tendrils surged in the underwater currents as they coiled against each other. His talons were so large they embraced Layla’s body entire as their beasts kissed deeper beneath the waves. Surrendering to her, moulding to her, Fury was silver moonlight on the sea as he kissed her back now, devouring her, wanting her and wanting her to make him complete. Deep in the black, they were one beneath the waves as he suddenly coiled tight around her.
Positioning himself to make their Bind one.
Layla roared as he thrust into her, but it wasn’t a roar of pain. It was a roar of glory as Fury mated with her, pushing himself deep inside her in one smooth thrust – knowing exactly how to do it in Dragon-form. Heat boiled from Layla’s scales as the beast within her celebrated. Golden fire surged from her, haloing them in glimmering white curls of ether that blasted from their entwined bodies in a ring underwater. Fury roared as they mated, a sound that thundered the water in a shockwave as he bent Layla over backward now, pressing himself inside her as he breathed life into her body through his kiss.
And Layla let him, roaring into his kiss as he fucked her, smooth and barbed and deep. It was amazing as he took her and she reveled in it; so slick with the amenities of Siren-coitus, yet exquisitely painful as all that thick heat slid inside her with those cunning little barbs and smooth ridges – meant to trap her close to him with every coiling thrust. Layla’s human self had once thought Dragon-sex would be the worst thing ever, but it was the opposite; and as she succumbed, lost in the surge of water and flesh, in the smooth heaving of their coiled bodies as they took each other in the blackest deeps of the sea, every part of her rejoiced.
Rings of etheric fire pulsed from them as they mated, and Layla felt her Bind-magic revel in Fury as much as her body did. She felt the gold inside her rushing out, devouring him in smooth waves as she made this powerful Royal Siren hers, as he thrust into her and made her his also. She felt him open to it; she felt him open his magics so wide, inviting her in so they could truly become one. And as Layla pressed her body as tight to his as she could get, digging her talons into his neck and gripping him, careening with the power of the Bind, she suddenly released their kiss. At the height of their eros, just before they both came, she released Fury’s underwater kiss.
And bit him – as hard and deep as she could.
Layla felt her magic careen through Fury as it devoured him. She felt it haul the Siren and man together in one powerful movement as he and she both came, her power and the vastness of their climax crashing Fury and his drake back together again. She felt her dominance thrust Fury and his beast into a room together deep inside his body, making the man come face-to-face with his beast even as he spasmed; making them look at one another. As she climaxed also, her body drinking in Fury’s every heave, Layla felt her power lock both man and beast deep inside that vault.
Forcing them to stay there and get used to each other.
Fury screamed, and Layla felt the entire ocean heave as he roared beneath her bite. As waves blasted back all around from his roar, Layla felt the shockwave of his power slam her, thrusting her away from him and breaking her lock on his neck and their lock together below. Layla was slammed backwards through the water as Fury roiled and heaved, his enormous body coiling in and in on himself in pain. But it was a psychological pain as much as it was physical, as Fury and his Siren-drake were forced to face each other for the first time in centuries. As Layla shuddered with her own aftershocks, she understood that Fury had banished his beast from himself in a kind of split personality after learning the truth of who his father was.
A split that was now mending by force – as Layla’s Bind-power crashed those personalities together once more.
Slammed back against rocks of the island by Fury’s terrible thrashing, desperately trying to hold onto the last of her air, Layla suddenly saw a bright flash of white-gold heave through the water. A storm of opal and gold scales blitzed through the dark ocean, and Layla heard Reginald’s terrible Siren-roar. Slamming into Fury like an underwater tsunami, Reginald was molten fury as his enormous jaws bit into Fury’s silver-scaled back, dragging him bodily from Layla and out of the shallows so he couldn’t do her any more harm with his thrashing.
Confusion shattered the deeps as Layla coiled into herself, still shuddering with power and sex and need. Watching the ocean erupt into cascades of heaving silt as the twin brothers fought, Layla could barely see by the thin light of the moon penetrating the waves. Roiling like two demons underwater, silver coils flashed with gold, slamming together as they roiled and fought.
As the two Siren-drakes hammered each other into the bedrock, they heaved up another wave of silt and it smote Layla’s eyes. She roared from the sudden pain, her lungs burning now that she no longer had Fury’s breath to sustain her. Surging up through the waves, she broke the surface of the ocean, dragging herself up the ice-stairs beyond the harbor. Flailing her blocky head through the water, she tried to clear her eyes, and the pain brought Layla back to herself.
Shifting down fast, her bones roiled and crunched as her skin split and her scales rolled back. Naked on her knees now upon the ice, she flicked water from her eyes, blinking as she gasped the chill midnight air. But her shift had cleared the silt; and blinking back up at the ocean, heaving all around now from the Siren-drakes’ underwater battle, Layla watched in horror.
Realizing with a very human shock what she had just done.
Reginald and Fury’s battle didn’t last much longer. Through the heaving whitecaps beneath the high sickled moon, Layla saw the two Siren-drakes separate. With a wash of opal-gold scales, Reginald surged to the harbor as he abandoned the battle. The enormous silver-dark coils of Fury were fast behind him, running with rivers of gold now since Layla had Bound him. With a tremendous roar, Reginald’s head broke the surface first, his cruel aquiline features flowing with filaments of the sea as they cascaded back from his enormous skull and double-rows of corkscrewing horns.
