Siren Fanart Novels & Stories

💦Fifteen Minutes of Sin 💦 Siren read the text again and let out a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver straight down my spine. She was still straddling me, her leather corset pushed down, breasts exposed, and my cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto my cock. “Fifteen minutes,” she purred, grinding slowly against me. “That’s plenty of time for a proper lesson, don’t you think?” “Siren… Mistress,” I breathed, already getting hard again despite having just cum. “My roommate will be here any second. We can’t…”

I scanned the booklet, trying to understand the different seductive characters, but the random photos of men and women only confused me even more. "I'm not that familiar with those terms. Can you explain them to me? And who are these people in the photos?" I asked, closing the booklet and looking back at James. "Sure, let me break it down for you," he said, leaning forward. "The Siren is basically the femme fatale who can lure anyone through her image and craftiness. If you are a Siren, you are highly sexual and you know it. Your confidence should radiate erotic energy wherever you go. The Siren is the ultimate male sexual fantasy. You'll be a tease, and they should please," he explained.

picked up a terrifying new frequency. ​"The Siren is no longer broadcasting data," Lyra reported, her holographic form standing at the very edge of the forward viewport. Her data-gown was now a sharp, warning crimson. "It has pivoted to Solar Induction. Kael, it’s not trying to harvest us anymore. It’s deploying the Sun-Snuffer."

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

"A siren is a type of idimmu. A siren can force you to do or feel things that you don't want to. Peter thinks you are making me feel drawn to you." "What?" I sputtered. "That's crazy!" Zander laughed. "I mean, I don't do that, do I?" "Well, it certainly feels odd to constantly want to be near you. But sirens don't see in the dark or magically heal, so I'm guessing, no, you aren't. Besides, my friend Conrad has been researching this for me, and he doesn't think you're a siren. Idimmu usually only affect the mind. They can't physically change things, like you do when you heal. I've never heard of anything that can do what you do. Yeah, I know Dante made me unconscious, but I wonder if he just

“We’ll also have color codes to avoid any mix up. Red for werewolves, violet for witches, blue for sirens, black for vampires, and green for fae…” As Lorita went on, my thoughts drifted far away and back to the steamy moment I had just shared with Kaiden in the shower. His hands gently scrubbing my skin, pausing on my breasts to give them soft squeezes, his fingers teasing my nipples in slow circles… The way he slipped behind me in the tub and slid into me from behind, our wet bodies moving together under the water. His lips on mine, his slow thrusts, the stretch of him inside me…

and “Spread that pussy for us.” I leaned back against the stack of pillows, propping myself up on my elbows to give the camera a better view. I spread my legs a little wider so the robe fell open more, revealing the smooth skin of my inner thighs, the shadow just hiding my bare pussy lips. “Hey, my dirty viewers. I’m Sienna, your desperate camgirl tonight. Bills are stacking up high, so I need your help to make this worth it. Tip to control this vibrator. It’s already in my pussy, waiting for you to turn it on and make me squirm like the slut I am.”

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

His cock stood hard and ready, twitching in the open air. Siren climbed over him in reverse cowgirl position. Her firm ass faced him as she lowered herself. The crowd behind the one-way glass had a perfect view of her perfect ass and his throbbing cock. She reached down and guided his tip to her entrance. Her pussy lips felt slick and warm as they brushed against him.

She held my boobs and moved them in circular motions. I let out a soft moan. “Fuck, Nora,” she whispered against my lips. She yanked my tank top down, freeing my tits. My hard nipples pointed straight up. She dove in, sucking one into her hot mouth, tongue flicking fast while her hand pinched the other hard. I arched, moaning loudly. “Shit… yes, suck them.” She switched, devouring my other nipple, biting just enough to send sparks straight to my clit. Her free hand slid down my stomach and pushed inside my soaked panties. Two fingers plunged into my dripping cunt without warning.