Chapter 16: Siralune, the Deepwater Temptress
Riven had never sailed, but somehow, the boat knew where to go.
A single silver vessel, drifting across a glassy black sea, pulled not by wind, but by desire. The moon above was full, casting pale light on the endless waters, and in the distance… he saw her.
Perched upon a jagged rock rising from the sea's surface, her silhouette shimmered.
Siralune.
A mermaid, yes — but unlike any in stories. Her long hair rippled like ink across her back, her skin glowed faintly blue in the moonlight, and her tail was not of scales, but soft, smooth, shimmering skin, flexible and sensual, pulsing gently like the sea itself.
And at the junction of her tail — where human thighs would part — was something entirely unique.
Not a traditional sex — but a slit, subtle and glowing with a bioluminescent shimmer. Veined with faint tendrils of light, it pulsed rhythmically, opening and closing slowly, as though breathing.
Her pussy, if it could be called that, looked like a flower of flesh and light, hidden beneath delicate flaps that unfurled only when aroused.
And she was already glistening.
> "You came," she said, voice like song. "I've waited… in the deepest waters, for a man who would dare to taste me."
He stepped from the boat onto the wet rock, already hard, already aching.
> "I want to feel all of you," he said.
> "Then dive into me," she whispered, and lay back with her tail spread open, revealing her glowing depths.
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He dropped to his knees and kissed the edges of her mysterious slit.
It was warm — not cold like sea water, but hot, alive. His tongue traced the outer folds, slick with salt and a sweetness unlike anything he'd tasted before. As he licked, her folds responded, swelling, fluttering open wider like petals.
Inside, soft pulsating ridges rippled under his tongue, reacting to every stroke.
She gasped, arching her back.
> "Yes… deeper… explore me…"
Riven licked inside her, his tongue slipping into her now fully revealed inner chamber, where soft folds hugged him tightly, rippling around his mouth like suction. It was like being wrapped in waves. Her juices flowed freely, warm and thick, covering his face as he worshipped her.
> "Your tongue," she moaned, "makes the ocean jealous."
He licked harder, circling her sensitive center — a glowing bud near the top, pulsing and swelling under his touch. He sucked on it, and she cried out, her body writhing.
Her pussy tightened, rhythmically squeezing his tongue as if trying to pull him deeper.
And then—she climaxed.
Her inner folds rippled like a current, releasing a gush of slick, glowing fluid that poured over his face.
But she wasn't finished.
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"Now you," she growled, voice husky, deepened by lust.
She pushed him onto his back with surprising strength and slid her tail over his hips. Her otherworldly slit hovered above his cock, dripping.
As he slid into her, she moaned — and her pussy closed around him, tighter than anything he'd ever known.
It wasn't just a sheath — it was alive.
Inside, soft, undulating muscles moved on their own, milking his cock in rhythmic waves. Her inner walls were textured — not rough, but layered, like coral made of silk, stroking him with every thrust.
She moved over him with fluid, liquid grace, breasts bouncing as she rode him with wild abandon, the ocean splashing around them.
> "You're so deep," she gasped. "You're filling every ripple of me—"
He gripped her waist, thrusting up into her, her pussy gripping him tighter each time, glowing brighter with every movement.
> "Siralune, I—!"
> "Cum in me. Feed the sea. Fill me with your warmth!"
He groaned as he came, shooting hot pulses deep into her rippling canal. Her body milked every drop, glowing more brightly as their orgasms crashed like waves.
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They collapsed together on the wet stone, the stars spinning above.
She traced a glowing finger across his chest.
> "No land lover has ever touched me like that," she whispered.
> "No woman has ever felt like you," he replied, kissing her salty lips.