Siren Song Ch. 09

"Touché, my dear," she laughed. "Oh well, let's end this. Much as I like it, my tongue's getting sore." Not, Cha added in the back of her mind as she squeezed and prodded and sucked the red glans into her mouth again, locking her lips into the ridge behind the peach-skinned head. All of her fish half slithered overboard until she wiggled her fertile human hips and buttocks over the rim. Her hands grabbed the edge, and she lowered herself deeper into the water until the wood pressed into her ribs, with her pumpkin breasts dangling over the edge into the boat and holding her upper body in place. Her tail struck strongly and with purpose side to side now and the cockleshell boat picked up speed. Dave grabbed the planks by her hands. Her swaying motions translated into the most arousing sight from above, with her huge head on the athletic, muscle-packed shoulders bobbing left to right and back again, pulling the firm, hot trunk with it. Underneath, the bells of her breasts clanged. Dave's panting accelerated. The flood rose from his balls and squeezed through his cock. Cha's lips felt the pulsing of the pipe between the two hard sponges of erectile tissue as his seed shot through it and squirted in white ropey jets from the throbbing head. The ample serving slithered down her tongue which she held flat against the underside of his glans, tickling the sensitive band of skin to the rhythm of his eruption.

"Mmmh—!" Cha moaned happily through her nose. Finally. She smiled and swallowed and swallowed. Just like the sea, like the warm sea. And so much, so very much!

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Chapter 34: Last Night On Earth

One day earlier.

Slowly the clatter of hooves and the grinding and rumbling of wooden wheels won out over the rhythmic clanging of the hammer on the anvil. The bare-chested smith put the hammer aside, dipping the pair of tongs with the red-hot horseshoe into the water bucket. Steam welled up. Outside the forge, a horse neighed and snorted. The tall broad-shouldered craftsman wiped the sweat from his brow, stirred the embers then walked out onto the courtyard. He raised a bucket and poured the cool water over his head, ruffled his dark curls with just a hint of silver in them and smiled broadly. His arms spread wide in greeting. The gesture encompassed the smithy, the stable and the small tidy boarding house that made up the coach post.

"Welcome to David's Inn!"

"No need for the song and dance routine, it's just me, no passengers this time," laughed the slender red-haired freckled young man on the coach box as he tied the reins.

"Barry Junior! Hard to believe how much my fish trader's youngest son has grown up. How's your second coach trip alone going?"

"Pretty good so far. I just wished I'd arrived a day earlier. Town Day's going to be over when I get there tomorrow. At least there were no troubles on the road, and the wheels and axles are holding up pretty well. "

"Glad to hear that. I'll take a look at the hooves later. What's the news about your old man? Has he recovered?"

Barry drew a face and shrugged while he unhitched the horse and led it to the trough in front of the stable. "He's doing — oh, he could do better, but he lives. We can't all be so impervious to the ravages of time like you are. How old are you supposed to be, eh? Pushing sixty? A seafarer of sixty should at least have gray hair and a few wrinkles. Damnation, Dave, I'll be happy to look like you do once I'm nearing thirty."

"Well, you've got a few years ahead of you until then," the smith shrugged with a wry grin and put his hands to his hips which only highlighted his ripped midriff and the V-shape of his torso. "Healthy eating's the secret, kid. Lots of milk does a body good."

"Yes, and your inn is a beaut as well, Dave. Is there anything you can't do? Fisherman, smith, innkeeper — and I swear, after a night's rest here, me horses run the last leg of the way to the town more lively than on any other part of my travels."

Dave smirked. "It's the water. Best well in all the shire. Why d'you think I turned my hut into a stop along your grandfather's tracks? Come on in, let's have dinner. Besides, the kitchen is Lilian's domain now, she's the innkeeper."

"Oh yes, Lilian," Barry mumbled and blushed a bit when he thought of the young woman who had arrived as a vagrant peon and stayed as a saucy factotum. "She sure is — something."

"Anything else?" suggested the full-figured brown-haired maid with a smile. She put the crocks with water in front of Barry and David, then leaned over, put her elbows on the wooden table and offered them a prime view of her bulging assets that the low-cut bodice over her white chemise could barely contain inside the frame of her arms. "See anything you like? It's all up for grabs today," she teased. "Why don't you later treat your tongue to a twenty year old — wine," she added.

"Oh no," David declined most courteously, "I couldn't burden my conscience with plundering the larder that delights our patrons."

"Careful, Master David! This precious wine might turn stale and sour if you don't uncork it in time," Lilian replied with half-lidded eyes and licked her lips. Her fingers played with the frilled hem of her bodice.

She sniffed with her nose high in the air. "Oh do excuse me," she added with a giggle and twisted a strand of her wild chestnut curls around her fingers. "I think my oven's heated well enough so I can slide your juicy loin in all the way." She flicked her fingertip against David's nose, rose, and danced off into the kitchen, swaying her round hips while she tied her mane back with a red bandanna.

"That wasn't what I think it was — was it?" Barry gasped. "And you spent the last two years with her under one roof, and you haven't even — well — though she throws herself at you like this? Are you no man?"

"A man who doesn't think with the things below his belt, kiddo," David shrugged. "I reckon in her heart that minx is kind of a gold digger, Junior. Nice to look at, for sure, and she keeps a tight ship in the kitchen and the regulars happy. You should hear her haggle when she's out stocking up! Nah, it's just our little game. I won't touch her, and she knows it. I'm married to Barb."

"Dave, Barbara's gone four decades this year," sighed Barry. "Oh well, if that's how true you stay to your vows, I won't say another word about it, you old monk!"

Outside the last sunlight had disappeared. Barry groaned as he rolled his shoulders and stretched his back. "Getting late, Dave. I'll camp out on the cart. Yes, yes," he added with a smirk and raised his splayed hand as David inhaled, "I know what you're going to say. I can leave it out there, no worries, why do I never take you up on your offer and spend a night in a comfortable bunk. Well, can't get any sleep if I don't know where my goods are, Dave. Hard habit to break."

"You sure you're not afraid that a certain little chestnut might sneak into your chamber and steal your virginity if you stay in her domain?" winked the fisherman.

"Dave—!" blushed Barry and glanced towards the kitchen to check if Lilian had been listening in.

David chuckled inwardly even after Barry had quietly closed the door behind him, then turned to Lilian as she brought another crock to the table. "Well?" he addressed her. "Seems there's a nice guy your age, all alone in the stable. He might not be as tired as he claims."

"Oh right, as if!" she snapped back with a crooked smile. "Him? What do you think of me?" She flicked her finger against David's nose. "I like my men experienced."

"Not going to happen, sweetheart," David replied, grinning as he shook his head.

"Little strokes fell big oaks, love. And one day you'll let me stroke your big oak of legend until it falls, Master David. Besides, he only shows up once every few weeks, and just the thought that he's got a girl in every village on his way —"

"Ah—hah, so he caught your eye after all, didn't he?" David interrupted and cocked an eyebrow.

Lilian fell silent and glanced at the closed door. The tip of her tongue quickly moistened the corner of her upper lip, then she jerked and blushed, quickly fumbling for the plates on the table while she squeezed out, "No! David! Really, I — he — you're — oh you — Aaugh!" She steamed off into the kitchen. David heard her muttering angrily over the clatter of the dishes.

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Chapter 35: The Visitor

The door opened, and a gust of wind swept in and made the candles flicker. Lilian turned her head to the late guest and raised an eyebrow.

A woman leaned against the door frame. The fair-haired arrival was tall, half a head taller than Lilian for sure, approaching David's height. Her slender shape swayed slightly as she pushed herself off the frame and walked towards the chest-high narrow table that doubled as the bar. Lilian measured her up and pursed her lips. Twenty years and a bit more; unsteady gait, worn clothes. The maid resisted the urge to sigh when she saw the outmoded dress with the stitches and the — ugh, she groaned inwardly and rolled her eyes. The lacy cloth spanning across the quite remarkable cleavage wasn't lace, it was a piece of fishing net clumsily sewn across the frail edges. Oh great, happy hour for the hayseeds again, was the thought simmering behind Lilian's aloof smile. And here I thought I'd get to close up early.

"Anything I can do for you, woman?" she asked while she kept on rinsing the stoneware jugs.

"You will call me Your Ladyship, girl," was the haughty reply that just for a moment caught Lilian off guard. "Your best spirits will do. Make it snappy."

"Buh— Ladyship? Spirits? Snappy?" gasped the barmaid. "Listen, girl, I like a laugh as much as the next innkeeper, but the way you've swayed across the floor, I'm not going to fill you up any further. This here is David's Inn, you've strayed pretty far from the Town Day celebration. I don't mind if you take a nap out back in the hay until you're sober again, but if you start making a scene in here I'll kick your drunken ass out, Your Ladyship."

The visitor giggled and leaned heavily across the bar, pinching Lilian's cheek. "Oooh, aren't you a feisty one?" she laughed while her unsteady gaze completely failed to make contact with Lilian's angrily narrowed eyes. "It'll be my last night out for years, and I'm not done yet. Here, for your troubles."

The round coin of solid gold jingled on the bar top. Lilian's eyes grew big. She'd never seen one so thick or so huge before.

"And I want your biggest and softest bed," chuckled the girl and flicked her forefinger at Lilian's nose. The barmaid jerked back and clenched her fists for a moment. Gold, declared another more practically inclined part of her mind. Lilian ground her teeth.

"Your Ladyship is going to find the liquor and the bed very much to her liking," she snarled as she quickly swiped away the coin into her apron and put a heavy, corked jug harshly on the bar.

"Everything fine?" asked David as he strolled across the room. "No trouble, I hope — oh the gods —" His voice trailed off. He looked the blond girl up and down, and she turned her shoulders back and blatantly advertised her female assets to him.

"Oooh, no trouble at all," she replied raunchily as she raised her right arm and laid it on David's shoulder, canting her hip while she lifted one heel and put her one knee over the other. "Hel—lo. You must be the smithing fisherman. Or fishing smith. Ah, I'll just call you Dave. Davey. My! You're blushing, you strong man you. That's soo cute!"

David cleared his throat. "I haven't seen you around the town," he remarked and trained his gaze on the blond's face, decently avoiding both Lilian's watchful stare and the vast amount of cleavage that shone through the fishnet-turned-lace over the guest's upper chest.

"Oh, I don't get out much," she replied. Her balance seemed a bit off again as she shifted her weight to her other leg. She stumbled and ended up clinging to David's sturdy shoulder, giggling while her fingertips traced the outline of his pectorals through his simple shirt. "Ooh, do excuse my clumsiness. Would the gallant knight mind leading me to something to sit down on?"

"He wouldn't mind," David answered as he steadied her along to the bench.

"He'd better," muttered Lilian under her breath.

Soon the blond and the fisherman sat chatting and the jug they shared between them emptied rapidly.

"You are full of stories, dear," cooed the blond. "It is late though and I'm going to retire now." She winked and struggled to her feet. "In a house guarded by such a strong man, I surely won't need to lock my door for the night lest some naughty, naughty rogue might take advantage of this here inebi — inibriba — ssssslightly squiffy girl who might be up for anything tonight." Her finger poked first into David's cheek, then she steadied herself and her fingertip traced his lips with sudden surprising precision while she cocked her head and raised her eyebrows.

Lilian's eyes followed the blond's long strides across the room. She frowned. The late guest's steps suddenly had none of the previous unsteadiness even though she must've imbibed the larger part of the jug. Lilian was about to spin away when just before the other woman turned the corner to the stairway the blond looked back over her shoulder straight at Lilian, flashed a grin and winked.

Lilian clenched her hands and stomped over to David who pensively scratched his evening stubble.

"You're not thinking about going up those stairs, David!" she hissed, leaning over the table and glaring down on him. "Don't you dare! For shame! She's young enough to be your daughter, old man!"

"Lilian, you're young enough to be my daughter, and that never stopped you from trying, y'know. It's none of your business."

"Well it is if you start squandering for her what you built with your own two hands, right here. I've seen her kind, those sultry eyes and the teasing and the giggle and all! She'll be your ruin! She'll trick you out of house and home!"

"Enough, Lilian! Takes one to know one, am I right?"

She reared away, her face paling in shock. "M—master David," she stammered. Her eyes filled with tears. "I —"

David gulped. "The gods, Lilian! I'm — I'm sorry, I — didn't mean to —"

He reached after her as she stormed away, then he slowly lowered his arm as she disappeared behind the corner to the stairs.

Lilian's fingers clenched around the hand rail of the stairway. Her tears didn't spring from pain or hurting, they itched with barely contained rage and her jaw ached from grating her teeth.

"Oh you blond floozy, you won't last that night here," she growled as she sneaked up the stairs. "This is my home now, I won't cede it to a tramp who just happens to shake her ass more than me."

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Chapter 36: Rivalry

Lilian rapped on the bedroom door.

"Your highness? Do you need anything for the night?" she asked with a fake twitter.

"Ahhhhhh — oh, its you. Uh, er, no?" came the muffled reply that to Lilian's ears carried a hint of disappointment. "Thank you, Lily."

The grating of teeth could be heard down the corridor. "That's Lilian for you," growled the chestnut to herself, but her voice drowned in syrup as she continued louder, "Mistress, I do have another blanket for you, the nights are chilly."

"Oh. Well, do come in then. Us girls don't need to have secrets from each other, do we?"

Lilian took a deep breath and pushed open the door. She stepped across the sill and froze.

The blond reclined naked on the bed. She had piled up the bed's pillows behind her back and half-sat, half-lay on the head end of the mattress. Her body's toned and yet voluptuous curves made Lilian's stomach clench into an icy ball of envy. She'd estimated the visitor's rack to be on par with her own, possibly smaller and just pushed bigger and higher by a hidden band of cloth. Now Lilian had no choice but to accept that whatever wardrobe trickery the unwelcome visitor had done had been to reduce the appearance of the pair of firm, eye-popping watermelons. Either that, or they had doubled in size over the last minutes; a thought Lilian immediately dismissed. She blinked and kept staring.

The guest's long, tapering legs were spread wide, and the matted golden curls in her crotch hid nothing. The candlelight sparkled on the ropey dew that already coated her plump outer labia and the thick wrinkles of the inner lips. She licked her right hand's fore and middle finger that glistened just as moist as her well-groomed, soaked bush.

"You kinda caught me with my skirt down and wet-handed," smiled the young woman, shrugging sheepishly and canting her head.

Lilian gulped and raised her trembling hand to her lips. "B—big," she stammered, staring at the pair of breasts wobbling into a dangling position as the visitor turned over and climbed from the bed. The ass that was prominently on display as the girl turned about was the roundest yet firmest Lilian had ever seen. She knew her own impressive looks were but dirt compared to this naked goddess.

"Oh my goodness," twittered the blond and caught Lilian just as the chestnut's knees gave in. She straightened the limp maid against the wall. "Are you all right? Oh my darling, they really have you working too hard, don't they? Don't you worry, I've got y—"

Lilian's hands closed around the blond's upper arms. She wrestled the surprised girl around and shoved her against the wall. The fair silken mane feathered like a veil against the wood. When the back of her head banged against the wall, a surprised gasp escaped the guest's bee-stung lips, followed by a groan.

"Ah! Ugh! W—what are you doing? I —"

Lilian rose to her toe tips to get face to face with her stunned catch. She hissed, "You nothing. Why did you come here? What do you want from David? Who are you?!" Lilian's thumbs dug hard into the slim bicepses in her clutch.

"Ouch! I'm Barbara, David's wife, you priss," the stranger replied, then she grimaced and groaned quietly. Lilian's fingers held her upper arms in an iron grip.

"Uh—huh, Davey's wife." Lilian rolled her eyes, inching closer. "She's dead, forty years to this day. And even if she wasn't, you? Are you even twenty years old? Very convincing, darling. Try again?" She shook the tall blond. The back of Barbara's head connected painfully with the wall again.

"Nngh! Will you cut that out? It's true. Not all of us age," muttered Barbara, pinching her eyes. "Especially if we know the right potions."

"Oooh, so you're a witch now, too, huh?" Lilian paused just long enough for her display of contempt to reach full effect. "You may be a lot of things, but a witch you ain't. We've got our own traveling healer, and she's a proper witch. Has a blazing white coach and outrageous clothes and is a famous ambassador, and once when a guard made trouble, she just pulled out a seal and a parchment, and they bowed to her! Oh no, I'd say you're a whore wandering aimlessly and a gold digger, nothing else. And if you've come to stake any claim to this here place, then you're stepping on my turf, bitch."

Lilian let go of Barbara's left arm. Her skirt rustled, followed by the faint sound of metal over leather, then a sharp point touched the underside of Barbara's jaw. The writhing blond froze immediately.

Lilian growled on, "Your would-be husband smithed this dagger for me, y'know? Said I better learn how to use it, because it's a dangerous world out there for a young girl. Gee, I'd never have thought I'd be using it in my own home. My home, d'ya hear? Not yours! Now pack up your things, and for goodness sake put on some clothes, you dripping harlot. Oh yes, I saw how he ogled you. What, did you hear the tales of his lost love and decided you'd give it a try, what with being blond and tall? Well you won't, Barbara, if that is even your real name. I won't let you take advantage of the poor man! Get out of here if you value your face!"