If You Can't Hang Sleeping With Sirens の小説・ストーリー

If am tired of waiting am just going to see her regardless of what sirena says. Sirena walks down "she is finally asleep" she says "I want to see her, I won't wake her up, I just have to check that she's fine" I said , she nodded slowly. Sirena showed me to Pia's room I twitched the door knob slowly opening the Door, I walked in quietly Trying not to wake her up. I walked to the bed slowly. She seem to be asleep, her eyes lid were closed softly, her red hair spreading across her face and neck.

The two of them aren't dressed for the occasion. "Another time, honey," the mother stops in the corridor, and while she speaks to the little daughter cradled in her arms, I get the sense she is trying to give me a warning. "When the storm arises, the sirens will sing and lure lost souls out into the sea. Their voices are beautiful and their promises sweet, but when they assure to reunite you with your loved ones, they mean in heaven or hell." A shudder travels up my spine, yet her words don't keep me from climbing up the stairs. Sirens don't scare me. I've never met one, but I'm a badass vampire princess!

“Crawl up onto the bed. I want you on all fours.” A part of me was about to protest but.... He grabbed a fistful of my hair. “I don’t care what you want, Whitney. Crawl up onto my bed, stick your ass up into the air, and stare into that mirror while I fuck you senselessly nless you want me to tell Luke how much his girlfriend wants his father’s cock.” Heat warming my core, I crawled up onto the bed on all fours and stared into the mirror across from his bed. Mr. Henderson crawled onto the bed behind me, the moonlight streaming into the room through the window and hitting the bulge in his pants.

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.

I follow them for a while as we swim in the shallows. On the air, I hear Aiden calling to me. All I want is to tell him what's happened to me but I know if I do he'll tell me that I didn't listen. I told him I trusted him but turning into a siren isn't exactly proving that. But it's only for one night and I can sleep all day tomorrow. I can just tell him I got lost. or Perhaps I had errands to run at the grocery store. Either way, I can't tell Aiden about this, and it's probably best if I don't tell the sirens about Aiden. I have a feeling that the werewolves and the sirens have more than just bad blood between them.

“Oh I'm not trying to scare you, little sister. Instead of October 30th, I can make this the night of February 14.” “What do you mean?" He puts his hands out with his palm open, "You wanna be scared all night? Or you wanna be horny? Pick. Quick." "Hmm,” the words were beginning to get clearer in my head. I could already begin to see the images. “I want the left hand." "But wait,” I suddenly woke up from my illusion. “How're we gonna do it? I'm in a net. I'm trapped.” “Ever heard of a sex swing?" He poked a string of the net pulling it back before letting go. "What’s the difference?”

I quietly follow the sound towards Uncle Harry's bedroom, which mom and I have been sleeping in since we got here. "Ohmygod!" Mom screams, as I move closer to the open bedroom door and peek inside. Fuck! The trapeze bar is back up over the bed, with some sort of sling type harness hanging from it, supporting my mother! The sling is about a foot wide and wraps under mom's stomach, much the way that kids sometimes lay across a swing in the schoolyard. Her hands are flat on the bed, her tits dangling loose in front of the sling, while Maggie fucks her from behind with a strap-on dildo.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

I quietly follow the sound towards Uncle Harry's bedroom, which mom and I have been sleeping in since we got here. "Ohmygod!" Mom screams, as I move closer to the open bedroom door and peek inside. Fuck! The trapeze bar is back up over the bed, with some sort of sling type harness hanging from it, supporting my mother! The sling is about a foot wide and wraps under mom's stomach, much the way that kids sometimes lay across a swing in the schoolyard. Her hands are flat on the bed, her tits dangling loose in front of the sling, while Maggie fucks her from behind with a strap-on dildo.

Her eye lids fluttered slowly, letting her eyes open. “That’s it, look,” I forced her chin toward the mirror, fingers still fucking her deep. “Those voices in your head? Those faces that spit on you? They mean nothing. You hear me? Nothing. This...” my fingers drove harder, her body clamping on me, “...this is real. This is who you are. A fucking Siren.” Her hips rolled down on my hand. Her eyes flew open, stuck on her reflection. Her face red, mouth parted, tears falling as she watched herself come apart.