Page 31 of The Pirate and His Siren

“I love you, my pirate captain.”

“I love you, my fierce siren.”

With his knees braced on either side of me, he thrusts into me.

“You’re so good at that now.” I pant and grip his shoulders for support. He hammers into me over and over again until I’m seeing stars. My channel milks his seed as he comes, not that we are aiming for younglings yet. Neither of us is ready for that.

But I am no longer dismissive of the idea.

One day, we’ll have younglings swimming in the waves around the ship or clambering around on deck.

I will be a better mother to my children than mine ever was to me.

For now, we have each other and the crew.

And that is more than enough.

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