Chapter 102 - Holland (18+) (1/2)

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Theoric wanted to make sure Io was fine but knew it was best to let it go, for now. Besides, there was a far more pressing matter that needed to be attended to, the siren song wasn't only enchanting to men, it was also a form of aphrodisiac and the only thing keeping him from bursting was thanks to his built up immunity due to his growing life force that already had him constantly on edge.

You would think any amount of stimulation would send him over, but he has been carefully walking this edge ever since he was saved from disaster thanks to Gaea stopping him from plowing his wife into oblivion.

His self-control was now beyond godlike at this point since it was an ever-present problem he had to work on in order to prevent himself from pushing down every woman he sees in a l.u.s.t-filled induced rage that wouldn't end until they expired beneath him in a pool of s.e.m.e.n. It was one of the reasons he now wished to have more women, so there would always be someone available to sate his l.u.s.t should it grow too far out of hand.

He l.u.s.tfully looked at the strawberry blonde siren who met his gaze only to blush and looked down knowing what was to come next.

Walking over he lifted her head- ”Tell me your name.” he huskily commanded.

”Holland, my mother named me Holland after my Irish father managed to make it to shore despite the odds.” Though she didn't sound Irish.

Holland is a beautiful, thin, and petite woman with very pale skin, hazel eyes, and long strawberry blonde hair.

Theoric grins- ”Holland huh, an apt name to be sure, come with me so I can begin to explore this Holy land.” he playfully said grabbing her hand and leading her to the captains quarters since it was now available, Theoric could already tell that man likely had a comfy bed waiting and he wasn't wrong.

If he wasn't already on edge he might spend more time talking to her and try to figure out what she's about and why it turned out this way, but now he was just ready to shoot first and ask questions later.

”Quickly disrobe before I tear it off you,” he growled anxiously, trying to hold himself back.

Hollan gasped from his husky tone which brought shivers down her spine and wetness to her crotch. Sirens were made to be dominated by strong men despite all evidence to the contrary. They lure in victims and potential mates, waiting patiently for the strongest to survive the gauntlet and f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y take them, often very roughly as they drown in their l.u.s.t thanks to the Sirens song. That way they would ensure the strength of the next generation to be better than the last.

Soon her robes fell exposing her milky soft skin, along with her subtle b.r.e.a.s.ts, just big enough so he wasn't disappointed, along with delicious pink n.i.p.p.l.es that begged to be eaten.

Theoric having already stripped stood there n.a.k.e.d before her fully erect just appreciating how beautiful she looked. He didn't wish to spoil the moment by immediately taking her, he wished to soak it all in and get to know his new woman.

Growing nervous she instinctively began to hide her privates causing Thoeirc to make his move.

”Don't ever hide yourself before me,” he said pulling her arms away so he could once again see the bounty beneath.

Inching closer he began to c.a.r.e.s.s her, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin beneath his hand, the softness of her b.r.e.a.s.ts, the hardening of her n.i.p.p.l.es, the wetness of her crotch.

She closed her eyes and softly m.o.a.n.e.d under the mercy of his hands.