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

Chapter 23: A Gift

Pasco scooped Ada up and nodded to Missa and Forte. Forte belayed them so that Pasco could rappel down, Ada gripped close. 

She was so small, like this. 

They landed by the moored boat and Missa removed the anchor above and started to climb down. Pasco settled Ada in the boat, and as he stood to wait for Missa, he noticed a tangle of pink seaweed-like hair peek over the edge of the rock. 

He drew his sword, but the siren merely scooted herself slightly further up the rock so that she could plop sleepily next to them. She waved a hand dismissively at his sword.

“Two thingsssss,” the pink siren said, waving two fingers in front of her as a drunkard might.

“One… the dragon is welcome back… anytime.” The pink siren giggled happily.

It really was like she was drunk. Is this how sirens got when they finally fucked themselves out?

“TuuuuWOO!” the siren waved her hand around. “I have… a thank you gift… for sharing your dragon friend.”

Pasco quirked an eyebrow and glanced at Forte. The other pirate shrugged.

The siren pulled up her other arm with some labor and put something on the rock in front of her. It was something small, on a chain, and it was especially slimy.

Pasco nudged it with the tip of his sword. “Was this in your…”

“It’sssss important! For the magic. Take it.” She pushed it towards his feet.

“Can I wash it first?”

“Yes yes.” The siren waved her hand dismissively at him. “Now, asssssk what it does.”

“What does it do?”

“It holdsss one of my songs. The dragon… likes our songs. Nobody… likes our songs anymore. I noticed…” the pink siren lolled to look up at Pasco, and seemed remarkably lucid in that moment, “that you also liked… how she likes our songs.”

Pasco blushed, which wasn’t like him. Which also meant that the siren was right.

“If you wear it… and open it… it’ll play a little song. She won’t be able to come… until you come…”

Oh.” He quickly picked up the locket, no longer caring about where it had recently been. This was a precious object to be protected, regardless of its state of cleanliness. “That’s actually… that’s actually really amazing. Does it have some sort of limit? Like a number of charges?”

“I’m not sure how many,” the siren said, “I don’t usually give giftssss. But, when it runs out… You’ll jussssst have to come back and visit, and I can recharge it for you.” The siren rested her cheek on her hand and grinned up at him.

He narrowed his eyes at her and considered. “She’ll have to want to,” he said. “She just said she hates sirens.”

“She’ll want to, eventually. But don’t worry. I wasn’t too ssssssstingy. Well, I wanted to be. But it chargessss by coming and she just kept… making me and… making me and…” The siren’s eyes started to glaze over and she sunk back off the rock like a drunk pushing too far back in their chair. She yelped and pulled herself up, just as Missa reached the bottom of the rock.

She didn’t say anything else, but just looked up at them, dreamily. Probably rubbing herself underneath the water.

“You know,” Pasco said, “People would still be affected by your songs if you didn’t keep fucking pirates so much that all pirates have siren’s blood.”

The siren pouted at that. “It’s not my fault,” she said. “We just… can’t… stop…

She was definitely rubbing herself under the water.

“Okay, time to go,” Pasco said.

Missa and Forte were already in the boat. Pasco hopped in and shoved off and Forte started rowing. Pasco adjusted Ada, who was now sound asleep, to nestle in his lap. 

He carefully dipped the locket in the saltwater to clean it, then took a closer look. It seemed to be made of a closed clamshell. The surface was carved with swirling runes. He gently pulled it open, and the runes started to glow slightly. A soft melody whispered out. Ada stirred, and he quickly closed it. 

They’d figure out later exactly how it worked. He’d normally have been exceedingly suspicious of a siren, but he was quite sure that that one was too dazed to lie.

Would Ada ever want to go back? He selfishly hoped she would. But for now, he was happy to see her safe. 

Pasco could tell that Ada was truly exhausted by that she chose to continue to sleep below-deck even while the upper deck became a full-on orgy. They’d be even later in getting to the pirate capital, but that was better than losing the ship because they were trying to sail while incapacitated by arousal.

The pirates with lesser siren’s blood like Sendia couldn’t help but fuck themselves to exhaustion like Ada had, but the others would be sated enough after a good couple of rounds.

It was only right for Pasco to join in — after all, he couldn’t ask his crew to do anything he wasn’t willing to do himself, orgies included. And even though Ada was below deck, he still found himself to be particularly motivated. For two reasons. 

One, the scent of Ada still lingered in the air, having poured out of the cove and over the surface of the ocean. Two, the locket around his neck, seashell light and cool on his skin. Even closed, it filled his mind with thoughts of Ada begging for release, and that was something he could not wait to see again.

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

Chapter 22: A Dangling Participant

Forte started rowing the boat as Missa and Pasco leaned out the front, scoping out a good way to climb the rock. They’d have to get up on a parallel rock and then come over to Ada. The pillar that she was on was was far too slippery to climb, drenched as it was in a mix of siren and dragon cum.

The smell as they neared was absolutely intoxicating. Siren fluids were supposed to smell and taste to each individual however they found most appealing. That was surely true, since all Pasco could smell was Ada. Though, actually, given that he was immune to siren magics, it probably was just Ada that he smelled. Gods, how long had they been at this?

The row boat pulled up to the outside of the cove and the pirates carefully clambered up onto the rocks. As they climbed, they could no longer see what was happening, but Ada’s cries were becoming less frequent. Forte remained at the bottom, holding the other end of the length of rope that was looped over Pasco’s shoulder. Pasco and Missa climbed and as they became even with Ada’s rock, Missa continued a bit further up to find a good place to wedge a climbing anchor.

Pasco tried to figure out how he was going to get to Ada.

Ada was currently a dragon, and with her size there was barely enough room on the rock with her for the two sirens that were pawing at her slit. He’d have to wait until she was human again.

The rock was so slippery that one of the sirens climaxed just by flapping against it, in that curious way of a fish on a hook. The slapping sound seemed to spark something for Ada, because her breath started to heave. But then the second siren also got caught up in their own pleasure, leaving Ada panting and whining on the rock.

Fuck, now was when the sirens decided to get tired? There was no way he’d get her out as a dragon.

“Ada! We’re here!”

Ada spun to find him, but her movements were sluggish and clumsy. Her tail drooped and her scales were sopping wet. She looked exhausted. The Sirens that had just finished pleasuring themselves dropped down the slick waterfall and into the cove below. Those were the last few, and there was now only Ada on the rock.


“Ada, can you fly?”

Ada stretched out one of her wings and gave it an experimental flap, but it just dropped limp at her side. “No. I’m too tired. Which is the only reason that I’m not too horny.”

“Too horny might be better,” Pasco said, “I’m not sure we can get you out of here as a dragon.”

Ada nodded sluggishly. “Yeah… that makes sense.”

“Do you… do you think you can come one more time?”

Ada considered. She experimentally rubbed her scales against the rock. “I think so. But I’ll need some help.”

“How can I help? I don’t think I can get down there with you still a dragon.”

Ada pondered, looking around at the rock, then up at Pasco. “I think… I think watching you come from up there would do it for me. Like, you’re in a very precarious position but… you still just need to come, y’know?”

“Yeah, I think I can manage that. Missa, you hear the plan?”

Missa nodded gleefully from her position up by the climbing anchor.

The rope trailed from Pasco, up through the anchor that Missa had just secured, down to Forte at the base of the rocks.

There was a large loop of rope for Pasco to put his foot through so that he could rappel down the rock instead of trying to climb down with a slippery and exhausted Ada. With Forte as the belay, even Pasco and Ada’s combined weight would be no issue.

Pasco arranged himself so that he was standing on the rope and had a free hand.

“Gods, Ada,” he said, starting to undo his trousers, “You smell so fucking good.”

That got a little wiggle out of her. She experimentally rubbed her scales against the rock. “Yeah,” she said, “This’ll work for me. This’ll— ooooh yeah. Yep. Definitely work.”

Between the smell, which was now growing even stronger somehow, and Ada’s frantic, exhausted, draconic rubbing, Pasco didn’t need to put any special effort into getting up for the occasion.

As he stroked himself, Ada lolled her tongue at him. She was needing to work much harder than usual for the same level of sensation. As her arousal overpowered her exhaustion she started to flail, her tail whipping back and forth.

He was glad he hadn’t tried to join her on the rock.

Though he hadn’t needed much prompting to get hard, that didn’t mean he couldn’t still have a little fun. “Oh Ada,” he said, working up some campy drama in his tone, “Do you hear that? What an irresistible song!”

“I thought you were immune?”

“Well, yeah, but. Y’know.”

“Ohhhh. Okay. I mean that’s fine but also— rude.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Ada was distracted for a moment by her rubbing. “Well because— you’re making fun of me.”

“Oh, is that song irresistible to you?”

Yes,” Ada moaned, with a tortured earnestness that surprised Pasco. That sent another series of thoughts through his mind. One, arousal, pure and simple, just to hear her plead like that. Two, she really must have been trying to get back. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she’d wanted to fly off, but wouldn’t have been able to. She truly was trapped here on the rock by her own insatiable horniness. Three, deep arousal at that scenario and his now participating in it.

“You really did need rescuing then, huh?”

Yes!” she moaned again.

Pasco nearly lost his grip on the rope as even more blood left his head. He considered how to continue the conversation to Ada’s benefit, but she took care of that.

Please,” she said, “Please rescue me. I can’t— I can’t stay here. I’ll die.”

Pasco laughed at first, thinking she was being dramatic on purpose. But her pleading was genuine. She was being dramatic, but not on purpose. She felt that desperate. And, he supposed, for good reason. It took a lot to drain a whole flock of sirens. “Well, I can’t rescue you until you come for me.”

“I’m— I’m trying!”

“That’s a good girl.”

Ada whimpered.

Pasco liked this, just as he’d liked trussing her up on the bed at the tavern. The woman was usually so overwhelmingly horny that it was usually impossible to tease her. To make her beg. He did feel a little bad, drawing it out like this. But, he knew of a way to turn that into a win-win. “Gods, I like you like this. Begging. Finally admitting how needy you are.”

Ada looked up at him with wide eyes, panting.

Pasco slowed down his stroking. “I think I’m going to savor this. Take my time.”

“Fuck, no! Please!”

Pasco had to work to say slow, but the way that Ada’s grinding had accelerated, he knew he wouldn’t need to for long. “Yeah… I’m gonna take my sweet time.”

“Please! Pleaaaaaase!

Fuck that was getting to him. He grunted despite himself and quickened briefly before slowing himself down.

That really got Ada going. “It’s… it’s working…”

He wasn’t sure if she was talking about herself or to herself about him, but it didn’t much matter.

“Please come on me,” she said. “Please I’ve had— all this siren cum but I just need… I just need… some of yours.”

Ada was rapt now, her exhaustion replaced by frantic energy. She was grinding against the rock, harder and faster than he’d ever seen before.

But he’d have to make sure he didn’t come too soon, or else the plan wouldn’t quite work out. If he came before her, the disappointment might trap her as a dragon for a while longer. 

Containing himself was getting difficult. If he sped up again, he’d lose it.

Scales rasped against rock even through the coating of slime, and Ada started to really moan.

Though it had sounded like the start of an orgasm, she collapsed back into frantic grinding. “Fuuuuuuuck… I just… need… to come. Please.”

Pasco tried to hold out but it was already too late. The release had begun, the spasming at the base of his shaft, the slow-motion feeling of heat coming up and out of his tip.

“Fuck, Ada, I love it when you beg, I’m c— I’m coming!”

Pasco climaxed hard, hanging off the rock face, his cum joining the wash of fluids below. He shook, but managed to stay on his rope, while Ada nearly sent herself sliding off her rock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she let out a primal roar and finally, heavingly, rode out the orgasm and became a human again, curled up in a puddle perilously close to the edge of the rock. There was just enough of an incline that she started slipping towards the edge.

“Fuck!” Pasco snapped to his senses and jumped down. Missa and Forte picked up on the leap to action and ensured that he was belayed as needed, down onto the rock. 

He skittered down, still relying mostly on the rope for stability instead of the slippery surface, and looped his arm around Ada’s chest. He hoisted her back up and kneeled below her, so that she could sit without sliding.

“Pasco, I— I don’t feel great.” She rolled onto her hands and knees and, like a nearly-drowned sailor just pulled from the sea, she convulsed as her stomach emptied itself. But, not of seawater. Of siren cum. And not a small amount.

Pasco couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. As her body finished rejecting the sirens’ gifts, she collapsed into his arms, exhausted.

“Pasco I… I hate sirens.”

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

Chapter 21: Mounting a Rescue

Pasco lifted the telescope to see what they were dealing with. The cove was white with the sirens’ spawn. That was nothing new, the sirens’ reputation for horniness was well deserved.

What was new was the waterfall. That hadn’t been there before— oh.

What appeared to be a waterfall was a shiny, foamy cascade flowing down off a flat, round rock a short ways up from the cove. The source was a ring of seething, horny sirens and one very particular dragon. Woman. Dragon. Woman. 

She kept changing back and forth, which was the source of the screams that they’d heard from the other side of the rocks. The ship would have made it around much faster if the sirens hadn’t spun up the magical storm. That was, in fact, exactly why the sirens had summoned it. Pasco hadn’t known them to use that magic in years, though. The reason was now very clear. A dragon was quite the prize.

A quick series of thoughts passed through Pasco’s mind. One, arousal. His own member was happy to rise to the occasion, throbbing painfully against his trousers. Two, jealousy. If anyone was finally going to put mischievous, endlessly horny Ada in her place through unending forced orgasm, he wanted it to be him. Three, further arousal at the thought of that scenario. Four, Ada needed rescuing.

He scanned the crew to see how they were faring. The congregation of sirens was singing as they spawned in the cove, and though they weren’t turning their attention towards any sort of luring, they song still had a sort of halo effect. The crew had been quite close to the song for quite a while as they navigated the storm.

He, Missa, and Forte were unaffected by the sirens, being pirate nobility and therefore having some quite close siren relatives. Teoda was a bit more distantly related and so was shifting uncomfortably, her trousers starting to betray her arousal with a growing wet spot.

Most of the crew was in a similar state, generally doing their best but definitely starting to feel it. A few were not so lucky, including Sendia, who was panting, red faced. She’d been tasked with fetching Pasco’s sword while he surveyed the situation, because she was too lust-addled to help with the plan. 

She was partway across the deck with the sword, her erection showing clearly through her trousers, when she stumbled and dropped the sword. Forte went to help her, but Missa put a hand on his arm. “Let me have a little treat,” she whispered, “It’ll only take a second.”

Sendia’s face was bright red and she was huffing. She was leaning against one of the barrels on the deck and tried to straighten, but couldn’t. “I… I can…” Her hand slowly found its way to touch herself from the outside of her trousers, her swollen shaft damp at the tip. She looked at the sword, then up at Pasco, and blushed harder.

Her eyes found Missa’s as she rubbed herself harder from the outside. “I can’t— I can’t stop. I can’t—” She tugged her trousers down and started to stroke herself, slowly at first, reluctantly. “Missa, I can’t— I can’t stop.” Sendia glanced desperately between the sword on the deck and Missa’s look of mock disapproval.

Missa put her hands on her hips. “You’re being very naughty.”

That did not help Sendia’s predicament. The girl stroked herself harder. “Missaaa… I shouldn’t…”

“That’s right,” Missa said, “You’re being a bad girl.”

Sendia yelped. And stroked harder. “Missssaaaa! You’re making it worse!”

“Nuh uh,” Missa said. She slipped a hand down her own trousers to start rubbing herself.

Pasco looked at Forte and the two men sighed. “Collateral damage?” Pasco said, referring to that Missa was now also useless.

“Call it the ricochet effect,” Forte said.

Missa nodded, pushing her hand further down her trousers. “Yeah, heh, sorry boss. I’m immune to sirens but… definitely not immune to siren-susceptible Sendia.”

Pasco shook his head but smiled good-naturedly and walked past Missa to get his sword. Sendia gasped as he approached but couldn’t tear her eyes off of Missa, nor could she tear her hands off her throbbing dick. “I’m s-sorry captain.”

Pasco picked up his sword. “Not as sorry as you’ll be when I make you clean up the mess you make.”

Sendia yelped, a drop of pre-cum beading at her tip. “Captain!”

Missa moaned happily. “You’re a good man, Pasco. I appreciate you.”

Pasco and Forte got the rest of their things together for the rescue.

Sendia whimpered. “Missa… I can’t… I can’t come in front of everyone.”

Missa grinned. “Well, you’re going to if you don’t stop touching yourself.”

“I can’t! It’s not my f-fault, it’s the sirens!”

The rest of the crew, for their part, was not unhappy about the scene unfolding on deck. A few huffed and pouted and muttered, but that was only because they were annoyed that their arousal was starting to overtake their own discipline. Soon, Sendia and Missa weren’t the only pirates openly masturbating on the deck.

Sendia squeaked as she panted, trying to force herself to go slower. “I don’t… I don’t want to come in front of everyone…”

“Then stop,” Missa said.

“I— I can’t! I can’t… I can’t stop…”

“Then it’s your own fault for being such a slut.”

Sendia yelped and her eyes started to roll back. “Missa… you’re making it worse.”

“How bad?”

“So bad, so bad, I have to… I have to so bad… I’m so full…” Sendia was pumping herself hard, still leaning over and bracing herself against the barrel. Missa watched her and rubbed herself, already edging, just waiting to time herself with the other pirate’s climax.

“I’m going to… I’m going to cum in front of everyone, I… I can’t stop… I can’t stop… I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“That’s right, Sendia, make a mess.”

“Ah! Fuckfuckfuck, it’s, I’m, I’m coming!” Sendia came right there on the deck, and she was not the only one. Missa climaxed as Sendia’s load spurted forth, and the other pirates that were more susceptible to the sirens’ influence orgasmed as well. That in turn made life significantly harder — or, depending, wetter — for the pirates who were still attempting to behave. They grumbled good-naturedly.

Missa picked herself up as Sendia collapsed blissily onto the deck. Missa licked off her fingers, then hoisted her own sword. “Like I said, only took a minute,” she said, joining Pasco and Forte at the side of the ship where they were lowering a rowboat. They couldn’t risk the ship itself getting any closer to the sirens’ rock, so they’d be rowing over. 

Another one of Ada’s anguished cries hurried them.

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?!”


“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.

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

Chapter 19: Siren’s Song

The sky was vast and blue and the sea rolled on beneath it from horizon to horizon. Ada stood at the prow of the ship, wind ruffling her hair, and she licked the salty ocean air from her lips.

She gripped the bowsprit in one hand and leaned over the edge of the boat, her other hand out and floating on the wind. It was almost like flying and it made her nearly as giddy.

They’d been on the sea for a week now and were just one more day’s travel away from the island chain where Pasco’s pirate nation was based. Ada still couldn’t believe that the whole crew was so accepting of her dragon form. Pasco had explained that it was no surprise, a friendly dragon being seen as a sign of immense luck and fortune, especially to the superstitious sailors. 

She had even transformed on deck a couple of times, taking a short and exhilarating flight around the ship. But flying felt so good that she found herself edging just from the sensation of it, and so she’d been forced to cut her flights short. Pasco promised to teach her how to swim when they reached the island nation so that she could take a flight over the water without it being quite so dangerous.

Until then, she could stand at the bowsprit and feel the wind like this, and it felt enough like flying but didn’t threaten to send her to a watery grave. She was more than happy to sit at the prow of the ship and watch mile after mile of waves roll by. 

A rock formation emerged at the horizon, still distant. It slowly grew clearer and clearer. The crew hurried behind her and Ada felt a bit of guilty pleasure that she was the only one onboard who didn’t have a job to do.

Pasco came up behind her, apparently having briefly extricated himself from his duties.

Ada smiled at him, then returned to her curious appraisal of the rock formation. Beyond it, now just at the horizon, was a green smudge of land.

“Ready for some more rope play?” Pasco said.

Ada savored a little ripple of thrill. “Gah, are you trying to kill me?”

“I am actually trying to keep you alive, this time. That outcropping there? That’s home to the largest population of sirens this side of the sea.”

“Oh? You hadn’t mentioned before.” Perhaps it was just an excuse to tie her up? She certainly wouldn’t mind that being the case.

“Well, unsurprisingly, most pirates have at least a little bit of siren blood. The more siren’s blood you have, the less susceptible you are. It’s neither accident nor coincidence that the headquarters of the pirate kingdom is adjacent to the sirens’ foremost habitat. Helps keep out unwanted visitors.”

“I thought all the crashing ships stuff was just fairy tales.”

“Folks say the same about dragons.”

“Fair enough. But what does this have to do with rope play?”

“Well, I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that you don’t have any siren’s blood at all. Which would make you, well, quite susceptible. I should have said something earlier, but I’d honestly forgotten until Missa reminded me.” He blushed.

He looked so cute when he was embarrassed.

“Well, aren’t you allies or whatever? You can just make sure they don’t go too crazy.”

“It’s you going crazy I’m worried about,” Pasco said. “Like, jump off the ship and drown because you forgot to swim kind of crazy.”

“Well, I don’t even know how to swim to begin with,” Ada said.


“I’ll be fine,” Ada said, knowing full well that she would not be, but wondering if she could spur Pasco into being authoritative. She leaned slightly further off the ship, now looking for details on the rock. Real, live sirens? They were supposed to be gorgeous creatures with human top halves and fishes’ tails.

Pasco put his hand over her shoulder and pulled her back.

“Come with me, now,” he commanded.

A wave of heady pleasure washed over her, and she acquiesced. Though, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to still be a little bit sassy. 

“Okay fine. But I’m not convinced this isn’t just an excuse to tie me up.”

Ten minutes later, Ada was tied in classic fashion to the fore mast of the ship. Even though she was still clothed, she felt trussed up on display for all the crew to see, and she loved that.

Pasco had agreed to not entirely ruin her fun and at least give her a view of the sirens’ perch as they sailed by. She was securely tied from her shoulders, all the way down to her toes.

Ada wiggled, and then attempted to escape in earnest. She was fully trapped. That itself made her heart flutter a bit, but she trusted Pasco.

“Alright, one last step,” Pasco said, lifting up a ball gag.

“Oh yeah? I see how it is.” Ada mock pouted.

“Look,” Pasco said, pressing the ball of the gag between Ada’s lips. She complied. “This is for your own safety. You can be very persuasive, we all know.”

Missa and Forte were nearby and nodded solemnly, and Ada rolled her eyes dramatically but was secretly flattered. And, given that she really had been ready to go on a fiery rampage that night in the port city, she begrudgingly admitted to herself that Pasco’s caution was warranted.

Pasco leaned in closer to buckle the gag behind her head. “Plus,” he whispered in her ear, “I want to see you drool.”

Heat fluttered down Ada’s spine and she huffed at him, which was all she could do. Though the gag also hid the fact that she didn’t have any sort of clever quip to come back with, so it wasn’t all bad.

Then, she heard it.

A beautiful note, a woman’s voice, drifting over the breeze. They were still a good ways off and shouldn’t have been able to hear a single voice that clearly.

Another voice joined the first, weaving a lilting melody that was utterly captivating. Ada’s mind melted into it, riding the notes like a dinghy bobbing on the waves of the open ocean.

But then there was a flash of heat, like distant lightning on the horizon, a thrilling and threatening tone that quickened Ada’s heartbeat.

Though the crew were still out and about on the ship, they were somber, careful. A man with red hair and a broad build stepped towards the prow, but his friend grabbed his arm and he settled back. They both had growing erections pulsing against their trousers. 

Ada tried to observe more of the crew, but her attention was once again pulled back to the song and the rocky outcrop, like the needle of a compass pulled towards North.

The song grew louder, more insistent, pleading. Ada wanted to comply, to move towards it, to go deeper into the music.

She strained against the ropes. Pasco was just trying to ruin her fun! The sirens couldn’t possibly be dangerous — they were sexy, and sex was fun! All manner of arguments tumbled through her mind and she chewed on the gag. But she couldn’t quite say why she wanted to go, she wasn’t even feeling particularly aroused, she just… wanted to.

Her mind’s little boat paddled forward as the waves of music grew larger, swelling then dropping, cresting and crashing dangerously close. Another flash of heat like lightning — but now, right above her.

Then the desire kicked in. It started as a flush of heat down her body, a quickening of her heart rate. Her mouth watered around the gag, and as she leaned her head forward, straining against the ropes, drool dripped off the outside of the gag.

Her sex was just as wet and now throbbing. Her own wetness started to run down her leg and the sensation made her mouth water even more, saliva flowing around the gag and running down her chin.

Some part of her had expected the sirens to bring forth sexy visions, or to present themselves topless and gorgeous, or to otherwise provide some reason for the arousal — but there was none.

It was just the music, just the song, making her this way. She trembled against the ropes, half trying to escape, half just shaking.

Ada was vaguely aware of Pasco chuckling next to her, saying something like “I told you so” but she couldn’t think, couldn’t take her focus away from the music.

There were dozens of voices now, and they all wanted her. They asked for her breasts to ache, and they did. They asked for her sex to spasm, and it did. They asked for her toes to curl under, gripping at the wood, begging for some kind of release, and they did.

She was panting, heart racing, now hanging in the ropes as her legs gave out. The music swelled. Drool flowed freely down her chin, wetness down her legs, soaking her inner thighs and pooling at her feet.

Words flowed around her again, but she could barely comprehend them.

“… even more susceptible than I thought…”

“…are you sure she’ll be alright?”

“She’s secure.”

She couldn’t see anymore — at least, not the boat. She was floating in a dark, hot ocean. There was a little spark of light just ahead of her. The ocean was the song, the song was the ocean, and the little spark of light was the heat in her body.

She clenched her sex again and the spark brightened. She pressed her legs together, wiggled in the ropes. It was barely any sensation, but it would be enough. Gods, it had to be enough. If she didn’t come she would die. She couldn’t let the dark ocean swallow her, she needed that little spark of light. She needed to come, and then she’d be a dragon, and go wherever she wanted…

The dragon! The shock brought her back to herself. If she climaxed, there’s no way the ropes would hold her. She’d be gone. Surely, Pasco’s sense of security came from the confidence that there was no way that she could come this way, and had she not been so busy being coy, she would have reminded him that he needed to tie her so that she couldn’t press her legs together. She tried to return to her body’s awareness, to find his eyes, to somehow indicate to him that she was perilously close to orgasm.

But, all she could do was drool around the gag.

Gods she was so wet. She tried to stop wiggling, but then her body just trembled, which had the same effect. Every part of her body was now alight with erotic sensation — her tongue cupping the ball of the gag, the ropes pressing into her breasts, the fabric of her shirt over her nipples, the smooth wood of the mast against her ass.

But, she resisted. She had to resist. Distract herself. Do anything but come.

The song danced on the edge of crescendo, as if aware of her current plight, teasing her with anticipation.

Then, she realized, the song was aware of her current plight. It was teasing her. And she wasn’t resisting anything. The song was just having its fun. No matter how Pasco had tied her, it wouldn’t have mattered. The song, just by itself, was in complete control of her impending climax.

At that realization, a massive wave swelled beneath her, the inescapable rise of the true crescendo, and the little boat of her mind was tossed fully into the air.

There was no resisting this.

Ada screamed ecstasy into the gag as her core became the center of a ripple, like a droplet falling into a still pond, wave after wave of sheer melodic pleasure coursing through her body and the music still rising, rising, rising on one long crescendo.

Ada, now a dragon, stood panting on the deck for one still, silent moment. The shredded remnants of the gag rested between two of her hand-sized fangs. She flicked it off with the tip of her tongue and the gag fell to the deck.

She spread her wings and barely even needed to down-stroke as the strong ocean tailwind swept her up and carried her towards the rocks.

Ada heard Pasco’s cries of dismay behind her, but she did not comprehend them, her mind already gone in lust-drunk heat.

The previously still ocean had whipped up suddenly into a violent storm, grey skies and swirling clouds, buffeting winds and an icy mist of rain.

The rocks were lined with dozens of sirens, gorgeous and naked with their fishes’ tails, all singing, a jubilant choir in awe of that which they had summoned, the dragon coursing powerfully through their storm.

In their excitement they had not let the melody fall, and the dragon’s body still vibrated with the heat of need.

To the dragon, this was no issue. She could simply rub one out while on-the-wing and arrive at this curious place with plenty of energy left. She circled the knuckles of her back feet up to her slit in her familiar way — and gods was she so sensitive! Her own wetness dripped out, joining the rain on the wind.

The song peaked again and the dragon climaxed, roaring with delight into the keening wind.

But, as the dragon’s mind receded, Ada’s heart plummeted.

And then her body did.

Ada, now human again, dropped through open air towards the roiling sea below.

The song hushed.

Ada screamed.

And then the dark ocean swallowed her.