Part 4: The Trouble with Sirens, The Dragon's Tower

Chapter 20: Siren’s Throng

A cold confusion surrounded her. Breathlessness, darkness, then flashes of light, hands pulling her.

After minutes — hours? seconds? — sunny warmth spread over her. There was bright light, the sound of crashing waves, and she could breathe.

Ada stirred. She was lying on a warm, dry rock some twenty feet across and forty feet up from the ocean. She was on her back, naked, human.

And she was surrounded by sirens. Male and female, all with colorful seaweed-like hair and pointed teeth, some grinning and others eyeing her watchfully. The sirens did indeed have the upper half of humans and the lower halves of fish, though the boundaries were not quite like they were usually portrayed. While many artists represented sirens as having tails that hit like trousers or skirts, leaving some ambiguity about their sexual anatomy, these sirens’ tails started lower.

They had human hips, butts, and genitalia, but from the upper thigh down their legs were lithe, muscular tails with iridescent scales and beautiful tiered fins at the end. They had patches of scales on their shoulders and down their backs as well, and curious eyes with slitted pupils like a cat.

All those curious eyes started at Ada with a certain kind of hunger that she recognized all too well.

Despite her terrifying last few minutes — hours? seconds? — she was more than willing to reciprocate that sort of attention. Was she still under their spell?

A pink, female siren scooted forward from the rest. Her breasts were small and perky, her pink seaweed hair cascading down her back and across pink and lilac scales. Her eyes were lavender and dilated to round, shining pleading. Like a puppy looking for attention — or a cat, about to pounce.

She wiggled a little further forward, on her hands and the front side of her tail. “We like you,” she said. Her voice still had a bit of the music in it, and that set Ada’s heart racing, her head a bit fuzzy again.

“I uh… okay,” Ada said. More than a bit fuzzy, then.

“You like our songs,” the siren said. She wiggled eagerly a bit more forward, until she was within reach. “Nobody likes our songs anymore. Well, almost nobody. The pirate kingdom is alright and stuff. They bring us tasty fish from far off places. But they don’t like our music. We miss having someone who likes our music.”

The rest of the sirens gathered around nodded enthusiastically. Several of the men were already sporting full erections, their eyes also fully dilated despite the bright sun.

The pink siren wiggled, a tremor going down her spine, almost like a fish caught on a hook. “We really… really… like it… when someone likes our songs.” The pink siren glanced down at Ada’s lower half, then licked her lips and swallowed.

Ada followed her gaze. There was no mistaking that the small rivulet of moisture running down the rock was from her, and it was only partly due to her dip in the ocean.

The pink siren was breathing heavily now, her small chest rising and falling quickly, sending her perky breasts quivering. “Would you like… to hear more songs?” She dragged her gaze up to look at Ada with pleading, shining yes.

“Yes,” Ada gasped, “Yes, please.”

The siren lunged forward with the speed of a pouncing cat and grabbed each of Ada’s thighs with a hand, buried her face in Ada’s sex, and drew her tongue up through Ada’s folds.

Ada cried out with delight. She was still so sensitive, so wet. It felt so good. The siren took another long, slow lick, looking up at Ada.

Ada watched in amazement as she realized that the siren’s tongue was fully six inches long. This lead to longer strokes than a human in the same position, both in terms of the amount of time and the amount of Ada’s vulva that was stimulated at once.

Mercifully, the siren did not seem to be trying to make her come immediately, so Ada could actually enjoy it this time. She melted back into the rock.

To her left, a pair of sirens had not been able to await their turn with the newcomer. A male was over a female, face to face, fucking her frantically. She leaned back on the rock, her hair splayed around her face, which was overtaken by a blissy smile. His face was one of raw, agonizing need, and their tails flapped together with a delightful slapping sound.

Other sirens approached Ada slowly, according to some kind of pecking order. Or, fucking order, more accurately.

A purple male scooted up towards her face, offering his erection.

Ada beckoned him closer so that his dick was over her mouth. She started with light licks under the tip, which made him gasp. She then brought her tongue lower for a longer lick, base to tip. He trembled, falling to his hands on the other side of her. She reached her head up and pushed her mouth around him, running her tongue back and forth under his head.

Already, he dripped sea-salty pre-cum onto her tongue, and this spurred Ada to even more enthusiastic efforts.

Having something to suck on deepened Ada’s appreciation of the pink siren’s attention.

Encouraged by the bliss of the two first sirens, the others shuffled in closer.

Ada could still see the couple who had started at the edge of the circle. The orange female looked longing towards the group, wanting to join in, but the male was still fucking her frantically. She turned back towards him and grinned devilishly, then slapped his exposed ass. He yelped, though not in pain, and his eyes started to roll back as his breathing evened. She slapped his ass again, and this time he didn’t yelp, he growled.

Then he came, his entire body convulsing as he pumped the female full. Ada expected this to take the human amount of time, but he didn’t. He kept going, contractions running up his tail, over and over and over again, until foamy cum flowed out around him and pooled on the rock.

Ada’s heart quickened as the orange siren noticed her looking and winked.

The orange siren gently pushed the male off of her and he flopped onto the ground, moaning in the puddle of his own cum. A stream of the foamy liquid ran down the orange siren’s tail as she scooted over.

In the meantime, the other sirens had arranged around Ada. Ada had a dick in one hand and a female siren was fucking herself on the fingers of Ada’s other hand. There were three more males kneeling near or over her, all moaning as they stroked themselves. A smaller female wiggled in at Ada’s side and started sucking at her breast, while scaly tails and soft hands ran down her outer hips and legs.

Ada’s awareness flickered back and forth between the orange female approaching and the ocean of sensation all around her.

The orange female smiled with pointed teeth. Ada could barely hear her over all the moaning of the group. “You like… cum?” She pointed at the purple male kneeling over Ada.

Ada nodded, the movement pulling his dick across her tongue and he moaned again.

The orange female moved around, grabbing the either side of the male’s hips. She stuck out her long tongue, also six inches and prehensile, and teasingly licked the male’s rim.

He gasped and quivered, balls twitching, giving Ada a salty mouthful which she greedily swallowed.

The orange female gave another teasing lick, and the same happened again.

Sirens produced pre-cum with a similar volume to human climax, apparently. Gods, did Ada love that.

Another shudder of pleasure ran down Ada’s spine and she wondered how she had possibly avoided orgasming thus far. She realized that the pink siren was singing, the vibrations of her voice one of the many sensations through Ada’s body. And the song was not anywhere near crescendo. Ada felt every pulse, every flicker of heat, every tensing of her muscles, but came to the sickening and exhilarating awareness that she would not be coming until exactly when the pink siren wanted her to.

Well, better make the most of her endurance, then.

The orange female set to licking the purple male’s ass in earnest. His eyes were entirely dilated now, completely black and vacant as he fought to keep from collapsing into Ada. As the female teased him, his hips twitched, sending his dick further into Ada’s throat.

Normally, it would have been too far, but Ada was delighting to find that the siren’s pre-cum had a soothing, lubricating effect. She tested, lifting her head to take more of him into her mouth. He sensed her movement and pushed carefully into her, until her lips were at his base.

She pulled back out to catch her breath, but she’d been right. It just felt good.

The male’s body suddenly tensed and his breath caught, but it wasn’t anything Ada had done.

He moaned. “Yes,” he said, “Please, yes, yes! Ah!”

The orange siren teased his rim with the tip of her tongue, pressing lightly at first and then harder. Her mouth watered and like the males’ pre-cum, her drool had its own special effect. It was thick and slick and the tip of her tongue slid easily into his ass.

Slowly, the orange female worked her way in, and Ada could barely keep up with the pre-cum that was now flowing from the male. Every few moments he convulsed uncontrollably, pressing himself deeper into Ada’s throat. 

She wanted it so badly, wanted it as deep as it would go. The pre-cum had soaked into her tongue, her lips, her throat. He slid easily in and out, every sensation overwhelmingly erotic.

The preparations were over. A rhythm started up above as the orange siren tongue-fucked his ass, and he face-fucked Ada in turn. Ada basked in this until his breathing started to waver. He was at the edge.

She wanted desperately to keep him all the way inside of her as he came, but she needed to breathe.

Ada slid off of him so that only his tip was left in her mouth.

This also pushed her into the pink siren’s continued attentions, which under normal circumstances would have tipped Ada over the edge. But instead, she just enjoyed the ripples of sub-orgasm as she teased the purple siren, circling her tongue under his tip. He whimpered in the most wonderful way, hips twitching towards her, but she denied him. She still needed a moment to catch her breath — plus, she wanted to taste him.

She pulled all the way back for a moment, letting pre-cum drizzle onto her tongue. His mind was completely gone. The orange siren must have found all his best spots, since he was dripping and edging just from her attention.

Ada kept teasing him this way until she was sure he was right on the edge. She took his tip in her mouth and rubbed her tongue under his head in quick circles, sucking gently.

Give it to meeeee…

The siren moaned, his balls spasmed, and the orange siren took this as her queue to tongue-fuck him harder. The convulsion started in the end of his tail and ran up to the base of his spine, and after a heartbeat of anticipation, the first spurt of foamy white cum arrived. It was salty and sweet and Ada swallowed it, the movement of her tongue drawing even more out of him. 

She gulped it down until he outpaced her and she fell back panting. She pumped him with her hand to keep the foamy white cum flowing over her mouth and her chest and down onto the rocks. The siren’s ejaculate didn’t have the sticky quality of human semen. Rather, it was light and soft like sea foam. Being doused in it felt like taking a salty bubble bath.

His arms trembled and he would have collapsed onto Ada if the orange siren hadn’t pulled him to the side. The orange siren then winked at Ada before descending upon the spent male to lick him clean.

Ada had only a moment to wonder what she’d do about the mess of cum that was all over her before other sirens quickly filled in with their long, agile tongues. They licked her neck, her chest, teasing her nipples. Her ear, her face — she was making out with a green siren now, seaweed hair falling around her. This siren seemed interested in licking out as much of the cum from Ada’s mouth as she could, and with Ada’s mouth and throat still sensitized, it felt amazing. Greedy, the green siren licked deeper and deeper until she was face-fucking Ada with her tongue. Ada couldn’t breathe but she didn’t care, until finally her chest spasmed and the green siren withdrew.

Ada slipped her fingers between the green siren’s labia. Other than the scales that started just below it, her sex was in all ways very human. The siren leaned over Ada, her breasts hanging down. Her areola and nipples were also green, with a sprinkling of shimmering scales like freckles across her collar bone.

Ada leaned up and licked at the siren’s nipple, and the siren gasped and lowered herself so that Ada could suck on her as she fucked herself on Ada’s fingers.

Now that Ada was putting her full attention — well, as full as she could, with all that was happening concurrently — towards the green siren, she tensed her fingers in time with the siren’s wiggling to put pressure on the siren’s inner spot, that wonderful hidden part of the clitoris that sang under such ministrations.

The green siren didn’t last much longer. She clenched around Ada’s fingers, squeezing erratically as Ada pressed rhythmically against her spot.

The green siren had been panting and now gasped in a full breath. She screamed in one long heave, then moaned in waves as she pressed herself onto Ada’s fingers a few more times before collapsing into the puddle of her own making.

The males that had originally set themselves up around Ada had not stopped touching themselves, and the sight of the green siren’s bliss sent a yellow one over the edge.

While Ada had felt more than seen the purple one’s orgasm, she had fully view of this yellow one as he spurted ropes of foamy white cum all over her stomach, chest, and the back of the pink one’s head. He just kept going, the convulsions up his tail revealing that his human-like balls were more of an adornment than the true source of his cum. 

This was how one of Ada’s books had described spawning fish. A female would lay clumps of eggs and it was the male’s job to douse them with semen.

The male sirens certainly accomplished dousing. Just when the yellow one was running out, the other two males over her started growling. They really got off on watching each other come. These two climaxed at the same time, an even more impressive display of volume, thick ropes floating a moment in the air before splashing down on Ada. 

Before they were done, other sirens wiggled in to lap up the mess, licking Ada with their tongues but also catching shots of cum on themselves, which other sirens licked off in turn.

That seemed to really set off a chain reaction in the crowd, sirens wriggling and orgasming and licking all around her, but each too dazed and desperate to pay attention to Ada. All they could do was rub themselves on the nearest surface and moan.

Gods, was that was she looked like half the time?

It was so hot.

Not all the sirens were so distracted — the pink siren still hummed between Ada’s legs, and looked up at Ada with those shining eyes again.

Ada was now barely in her own body, floating on dozens of denied orgasms and almost in the same state of desperate overwhelm as she had been on the ship.

A shocking sensation suddenly brought her back into her body.

The pink siren had only been licking Ada’s folds all this time, and now she angled her tongue so that the tip pressed up inside of Ada. Ada’s muscles gripped compulsively, searching for more sensation.

Another denied orgasm.

The pink siren pressed her tongue further in.

Ada screamed with pleasure.

It was as if she had forgotten how good it felt to have something inside of her, and the siren was now teaching her anew.

Ada panted, mouth watering. “F-fuck me, please!”

The pink siren teased her with the thin tip of her tongue.

Ada whined. “Please!”

The pink siren moved her hands from the outside of Ada’s thighs to rub the outer sides of her labia. That plus her tongue was a moment of bliss, but as the siren withdrew, the hands were torturously teasing.

“If I fuck you… you come, yes?” the siren said.

It took Ada a moment to realize she was being asked a question, but then she nodded.

“You come, you become a dragon… yes?”

Ada nodded.

“But only for a moment?”

“Uh… no for a uh… for however long.”

“Whatever long?”

“Until I— until I c-come again.”

Oh. This one came in the sky?!”

“Y-yes.”

“We’ll have to try this on other dragons. Hmmmm…” As the pink siren pondered, she ran her hands in circles on Ada’s outer labia, pressing little rivulets of wetness out.

Ada groaned. “I c-can’t, I can’t take it. Please.

“Not yet. Together.”

The pink siren scooted herself up and around, lying on her back and pulling Ada so that she kneeled on hands and knees over the siren, Ada’s head over the siren’s sex, Ada’s ass over the siren’s head.

Ada’s sex dripped and the pink siren eagerly licked the wetness from her cheeks. Ada leaned down, gently licking the siren’s vulva.

The siren wiggled under her, tail slapping against the wet rock. Ada felt a bit of the siren’s own pleasure over her own aching. The siren’s pleasure was in the song, shared with Ada through the melody.

Then, the siren reached up to Ada with her tongue.

“Mmmmmph!!” Ada moaned into the siren, which heightened the siren’s pleasure, which heightened the song, which intensified Ada’s moaning, in an overwhelming loop of pleasure.

Ada’s hips collapsed onto the siren’s face, her knees sliding out from under her on the now slick rock. She tried to pick herself up again, but the siren wrapped her arms around Ada’s thighs to hold her down.

Ada’s sex-addled brain tried to make sense of this. Didn’t the siren need to breathe?

She didn’t, Ada realized. Like a seal or a whale, a siren would be able to hold their breath for quite a while.

Just the thought of the implication of that nearly sent Ada over the edge. But, the song didn’t let her. She was denied again.

And the siren’s tongue started pressing between her labia, up inside of her.

Ada licked frantically at the siren, moaning into her.

Ada’s hips twitched uncontrollably, rubbing against the siren’s chin. At the same time, the siren slid her tongue deeper in.

Ada gasped. The tongue was dick-thick in the middle but broader at the base, and the siren pushed through Ada’s clenched muscles, giving her the most delicious stretch. The siren wiggled her tongue around, the textured surface pressing against the outer nub of Ada’s clit, then all the way around to the inner spot of pleasure as well.

Is this something like what Pasco felt when she wrapped her dragon tongue all the way around his dick and up his ass? If so, then holy fuck she was a genius.

That was the last conscious thought Ada had any capacity for as the siren started to tongue-fuck her in earnest, combining all the best parts of going-down and getting-fucked.

Ada did her best to return the favor but mostly just moaned, drooled, and licked frantically. Luckily, the siren seemed to be getting off on making Ada an absolute fucking mess.

The song finally started to rise. The energy of all the denied orgasms quivered in Ada’s body. Her mind’s little boat was shattered into pieces and her body floated catatonic on the roiling waves.

She needed to make the siren come. She needed to make the siren come or she was going to die. The siren seemed to sense that energy, which pushed the siren herself nearly to the edge, but it wasn’t quite enough. The siren seemed content to let Ada quiver into insanity, but Ada had to do something.

She forced herself back into her body to find her hand, and clumsily pulled it towards the siren’s vulva. She slid in two fingers on the other side of her frantic licking, pressing at the siren’s spot.

The music swelled. Pleasure throbbed in Ada’s core, just like it had with each denied orgasm, but finally, finally, it tipped over the edge into rhythmic contractions of sheer bliss.

Yes, yesyesyesyes yes! 

The song became a shrill, piercing note as the siren screamed. Ada came hard, like a desperate inhale for breath after finally reaching the surface of the ocean. Sirens scrambled out of the way, some diving for the ocean to avoid the rapid expansion of her body on the rock.

She stood, for a moment, on the slippery rock. Then, she realized that her sex was still clenching with orgasmic spasms, even as a dragon.

“Oh no, oh— ah, aaaaaaah!”

Human, she tried to pull herself up off the rock, but her core clenched again. It wasn’t over. She came again.

She stood as a dragon, the sirens looking on with awe and delight. Mercifully, she seemed to be done for the moment, but fluid flowed freely from her sex.

“You know—”

A curious siren ran a hand down the scales of her outer labia, grabbing a fistful of dragon slick to taste.

“Fuuuuck!” Ada came again.

Human, she was spread eagle on the rock. The pink siren approached with a devilish look in her eye. “No,” Ada gasped, “Please no—”

The siren came up and put her palm flat over Ada’s sex, rubbing her in broad circles.

Ada twitched but she had no strength left to fight it. “Please not agaaaaaa—ah!”

The next hours — minutes? seconds? — all blurred together in Ada’s mind. She came over, and over, and over again. Every denied orgasm from the pink siren’s initial intentions seemed backed up in some sort of queue. Even the slightest sensation, the least touch, was enough to send her over the edge.

Sirens clung around the edge of the rock, bobbing down as Ada started flailing and then peeking over to see if it was their turn to give the one touch, one kiss, one moan that would send Ada through her orgasmic transformation once more.

There wasn’t enough room for all the sirens on the rock, so the rest congregated in a small cove in the water below. A halo of foamy whiteness slowly spread through the cove and spilled out into the ocean as they filled the water with foamy cum and churned it into an even thicker lather with their wriggling and convulsing. The dragon-woman’s desperate cries of tortured pleasure were a constant source of arousal for the greedy sirens.

Ada’s sensitivity slowly started to diminish — but only to the point that a siren actually got to fuck her to make her cum, or she had a few moments to stand on her four feet as a dragon before the sirens enveloped her. In one of those moments, she thought about making a run for it, taking to wing, but she was sure that she wouldn’t make it far before she fell from the sky yet again.

Ada, for the first time in her life, finally needed to be rescued.

At that moment, the ship finally came into sight around the edge of the cove. Yes! She was so excited at the thought of rescue, of seeing Pasco again, that it sent her quivering into another orgasm. Fuck.

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