Page 29 of The Pirate and His Siren

We struck merchants traveling across Belivar, using the rivers to cross into the different lands. Until winter struck and rumors began of our impending arrests, we fled back to the Bay of Udira. The local authorities had no jurisdiction over the sea.

The sirens and merpeople aren’t concerned with the laws or affairs of the land races.

There’s even a small island newly commandeered to use as a hideaway base. The crew members who are carpentershelped us to build a small village, which is where we are currently docked.

It’s our anniversary day, so I’ve sent the crew to the village.

Kynan is below deck checking the stores of trade with Roberts. The telltale heavy footfalls of my love reach my ears as he ascends the stairs to the main deck.

I lay back, preparing myself to show him his surprise.

Roberts appears first. His eyes widen when he spots me before he quickly averts them, keeping his head ducked as he disembarks, much to my amusement.

“Lass, is that a shell bra?” Kynan’s strained voice draws my attention back to him.

“Yes, and it’s the only time I’m wearing it for you. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Well, I appreciate the effort. Your tits look magnificent.”

I should hope so. I had to scour the sea to look for two clam shells that not only matched but were large enough to cover my breasts. Then, I got them lined with Corvityr leather and Olientar silk, and the edges still press into my skin. But he’s right—the shell-bra contraption pushes up my girls to make them appear even more fabulous.

Kynan begins stripping off his clothes. “I can’t wait to fuck you like this.”

My channel quivers with anticipation, and my nipples press against the underside of the shells.

He places a leg on one side of my tail, straddling me, and leans forward.

I place a hand on his chest. “Steady on.”

He grunts but draws back, giving me space. “My love, you’re killing me.”

“It’s our anniversary. It’s been a year since we met.”

“Aye. How could I forget the day my life changed for the better?” he says, softly running his thumb over my cheek. Kynan rises and walks over to a chest, pulling out a silk-wrapped package. “I got this for you.”

Touched, I take it from him and lay it on my tail, unwrapping the material, and gasping at the present inside. It is a piece of clothing similar to a dress. While breeches were practical to move about on a ship, I have always complained about missing the feminine lines of a dress or skirt.

The skirt of the dress is made of two large, wide pant legs that fall around my legs like a skirt but are made of sturdy Olientar silk. The bodice is a laced-up belt over a soft material shirt, another form of silk that is breathable.

“I love it,” I cry and lean forward to wind my arms around his neck.

“Aye, I’m glad because I was stocking your wardrobe full of them.”

“You sneaky pirate, I thought you were below deck.”

“Aye, I had to sneak down below to throw you off.” He grins at me.

“Come here.” I tug him closer and pull his mouth down to meet mine.

Kynan cups the back of my head and lowers me, supporting me as his lips move against mine. Sweetly at first—he’s been this way since we declared our love to each other—before he turns demanding, his tongue seeking entrance, which I oblige him. I love what he can do with his tongue on both sets of lips.

I find myself being pushed back onto the deck. His hand is in my hair, the other sliding underneath the shells.

I have to stop this now, or we’ll be fucking before I can give him my gift. But he kisses me hard, slanting my head atjust the right angle, which sends shivers down my spine and heat growing in my core.

His hard cock presses against the front of my tail, rubbing against my slit that’s fluttering open. He rocks it against me, and I groan in his mouth.

I press my hand to his chest and push him back while I sit up, but still he chases my lips.

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