VIII · How Worse Can It Get?

🎧 Thinkin' Bout Me by Morgan Wallen

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"Maybe he's so special because his mama's a surface dweller," High Priest Vash purred, side-eyeing me, clearly making obvious that he knows his son is interested in me, though I have a feeling this has happened many times before. Zash does have that fuck-boy air around him. "We are very receptive with your people, no matter your kind, we incentivate interracial intercourse between our kind and yours."

Oh sweet hell, they really have no reservations, do they?

Fuck, my cheekbones are on fire, I didn't even talk with my dad about these stuff, and look at it now. And to make it worse, Zash's naughty hand tightened on my hip and made me moved to his front, then he brought me closer, pressing himself on my ass, in front of his father.

"We incentivate it a lot, babe," he whispered to me, and indecently brought both his hands to my hips.

"No need to feel ashamed, we are very confident on our nudeness in our temple," Hefna purred. "We have some cultural masses that we share one another very freely. Our God approves it."

So… they have a communal menage in the name of their God? Oh, fuck, I can't laugh, but hell if I don't want to. "I'm more… private."

"Okay, I can be private," Zash whispered behind me.

Maybe having sex with him won't do any harm, right? Maybe they don't eat people like me in here, and just use their song to make them stay, and be part of them, right? Maybe he won't bite me with those shark teeth of his and he won't die by tasting my blood, like the copycat did. And just maybe, it won't do any harm to take advantage of him and his body since he's clearly offering.

Vash grinned widely, it was supposed to be sweet, but it felt wrong, "Alright, you are welcomed in here, for as long as your heart desires to stay with us, Ria Scott. You don't need to worry about money, but if you feel like donating anything, we accept donations that go from 🎴1.00 for those who don't have much, to 🎴100,000,000.00 from those who can give more, any price in between is welcomed, don't matter if it's a small one. All that matters is the intention."

With a swift and quick glance at Sera, I read the price she had texted in the screen, but fast enough for them not to notice, "I'll give 🎴80,000.00 to help in the temple, it's all that I got in my past work in the surface, I hope that will be enough. I would feel burdened if I were to stay here for free, it doesn't feel right," and I made sure to sound honest.

His eyes darkened is satisfaction, "That'll be wonderful, Ria, our God will be thankful. I'll dedicate our next mass in three days for you, so I hope you will be around and present, to accept our God's divine blessing."

"Oh, I will. I want to know more of your kind, of your culture. I'm a very curious person from birth, so I feel like I'll stay for a month or so. As long as I can stay protected in here, I hope you won't mind. I don't want to abuse of your kindness."

"Seeing how my son is infatuated by you, you could even move in here and we would welcome you with open arms, dear," oh, look at that lil flame of ambition in his eyes. "To make such a generous donation to our people, I hope you open yourself up to our God too. For as long as you are under our protection, something and no one will mess with you. If you feel bored in the time you're here, we could find something related to your area of expertise for you to do around here. With that in mind, what did you work with in the surface?"

Oh, he's interested in what got me my money. "I'm a sculptor and also a realistic painter," I am talented in both enough to back my shit up. "So, I went around, sculpting and painting, then selling my art."

"An artist!" Vash beamed. "Can I test your skills?"

"Of course," I said confidently.

"Can you paint my son? A big painting? I'll pay for it!"

"Oh, no, you don't need to pay anything. Your hospitality is enough for me, High Priest," then I looked up at Zash who had a mischievous grin on his lips. "Of course," I turned to his father, "I can paint him."

"Great!" He beamed. "Hefna, Ulna, my sweethearts, can you go get the material and a big horizontal canvas for Ria, and leave it on 9010?"

"Yes, High Priest," they chanted it, giving him such dirty eyes that it came to my mind that Vash might also be the fuck-boy archetype, because the eyes they gave him were not innocent.

"9010?" I asked.

As they left the room, he turned to me, "10th dorm of the 9th floor of the residence wing, where all the newcomers stay, one of our best dorms. Very spacious, with a very big bed, an even bigger bathroom, and a balcony with view to our corals. I hope it will be for your taste." Then he turned to Lareda, "Darling, can you go and prepare the new clothes for Ria?"

"Yes, father," she nodded obediently, winking at me, and left.

What? "Is she your sister?" I asked Zash.

"Half," he nodded. "She's my dad's 3rd mistress' daughter."

Oh, damn, these people are really open minded. "Awesome."

"Our people have a culture of having many wives," he winked at me and I fought the urge to mock that. "The males of our kind tend to be… so insatiable that one female alone can't handle them, and their urge to keep breeding, it's in our blood. And we are strongly drawn to surfees."

Sweetheart, you ain't breeding me. We may fuck, do nasty things, but I'm getting the hell out of here, after I'm done with what I'm doing here. Which I'll know when I speak privately with Sera, I hope. There must be something for me to find in here, or she wouldn't had offered me the option of coming here to begin with.

"You don't do the mating thing around here?" I asked.

"It's rare to find a mate," Zoraj sighed. "Our kind have it rougher, as we aren't very loved by the Primordial of Destiny, like the surfees. So, the probably of us finding our mate is 5% out of 100%, honestly. And since we can't wait forever for that, we engage on multiple intercourse, because we have an urge to breed and an even greater urge to have sex."

"That's a little price of being sirens," Fynya giggled and to my very dismay, she felt comfortable enough with me here to go and sit on Vash's lap, confirming my suspicious that her, Hefna and Ulna were tangled with him. "We females have an even bigger sexual hunger, we may not be as insatiable as the males," she began to undo her saree, then she got fully naked, grabbed Vash's considerably big but bizarrely thick cock from his pants, hopped over his lap and sat on him, moaning, his hands going to her ass, "but we can't control our hunger. We act according to our desire, and we do it whereveeer," she moaned the last word. "Mmmm, High Priest."

"Good girl," he grabbed her ass tighter, and looked at me over her shoulders, as she began to ride his cock, aggressively. "You will see this a lot in here, dear," he purred. "But my son will only take you when you feel good, if you only like it privately, he'll only engage with you privately."

What-the-hell am I witnessing?

How could she just go and ride the damn High Priest's cock in front of me like that? What the hell? Where the hell are these people common sense? Where's the sense of preservation? How could he be so sure I'll be fucking his son? Was I that obvious?

To my dismay, it got worse.

Zoraj dropped his clothes, getting naked too, and as he watched the scene, as his eyes watched Fynya's ass bounce as she rode the High Priest's cock, his grew harder and he began to massage it, biting his lip. And with no prior word, he went to them, grabbed her hips and penetrated her butthole slowly, until this thick cock was buried in her ass, making her scream and moan a melody of pleasure. A sex sandwich, in front of me.

I couldn't watch any further, I looked away, feeling my entire body burn, as if their horniness was getting to me. Is that a power of sirens too? Hell's upside-down, I didn't think they would be this sick.

Wasn't this supposed to be a temple?

It feels like a brothel.

"Come on," Zash giggled at my embarrassment, taking me by my hand and walking to the door, "I don't want you getting uncomfortable with a costume you're not that familiar or used to yet. Let me take you to your dorm, I think the girls may already be done getting what you will need. We will deal with the painting, and after you're done, you can rest alone, okay?"

Oh, yes, I forgot I'll be painting him. "Thank you, Zash," I said, my face burning. He isn't that much of a jerk, as I would think a Priest in a cult like this would be, so far they just look like they obsess over getting more worshippers for their sick perverted God, and they also proved to be very sex driven and free with their sexuality.

Freer than they should in my opinion. This feels like a scene I would witness in Game of fucking Thrones, not in a world where my dad, mom, and I are supposed to be from. To think they are water people. Wait-

"Can I ask you something that may sound stupid?" I asked him.

"Anything, babe," he purred, bringing his hand to my waist.

"Don't sirens have tails?" It's a genuine curiosity, okay?

Zash giggled, "On the water, yes, but not out of it."

"How can you stay out of water if you're a water kind?"

He tilted his head, "Our God's blessing."

As a non-believer, that feels extremely shady. Could it be the reason why the sirens in the temple try to have interracial children with us from the surface? "And the sirens who don't worship him?"

"Those can't be or breath out of water," he mocked.

Well, he ain't sounding so friendly now, is he? "Do you bite?"

"Do you want me to bite?" He chuckled.

"No," I said, honestly, because I don't want to kill him.

"Then, I don't. Besides, the only kin that withstands the bite of our kind are our own kind. Well, legend has it that our supposed mates also can withstand it, since mates are the only beings who are totally immune to us, no matter how deadly we are," then he showed me his teeth. "Those are a very deadly thing," he hid them away, "I don't intend on hurting you. Not with my teeth."

"How do you intend on hurting me then?" My voice was a whisper.

"Your body is a lot smaller than mine, it'll hurt in my way in, babe."

I swallowed hard, blushing, getting what he meant, "Good pain."

His naughty hand went to my hips again, "The good kind, yes."

But in one minute I was enchanted again, flirting, turned on, and all swarmed by my desire to have sex with Zash, and in the other, it was all gone and I felt extremely bothered by his touch on my body, it felt wrong as if I was… cheating, which is absurd. I really am as single as I could be.

And that was when the prettiest being I've ever laid my eyes on, in my entire life, even in my imagination, stopped in front of us, blocking our way, analyzing me with scrutiny in his crystalline haunting eyes, then his eyes went to Zash, who he glared at with death in them. When he spoke, his voice sounded… primal, deep, husky. Hypnotizing in a way that got me feeling dizzy, my soul reacting as if it was calling for me, as if he was the magnet my soul had been looking for.

I don't know what it was, just that it… was.

"I've been after you all day, Priest Zashrge," he spoked to him.

"Dom," Zash hissed, suddenly looking unphantomably annoyed.