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your-nanas-house · 11 months ago

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Fuck...ing mommy

◇ Pairing: Robert Fisher X Stepmom!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, cowgirl, blowjob, handjob, p in v, boobies job, stepmom x stepson, kissing, age gap (Robert 25 and Y/n 39) mention of impotence and an unhappy forced marriage.

◇ Summary: After a mistake Y/n made things go pretty intense in the penthouse.

◇ Note: An AMAZING collaboration with @mrkdvidal1989 , a wild one. Hope you enjoy...👏.

It definitely wasn't a good day, at least not for Robert as he got out of the car, slamming the door out of anger. Maurice Fischer was in a horrible mood today, and he didn't have any issues with taking it out on his son. Whole day Robert had to deal with backhanded comments and getting called names on every minor mistake.

That’s why, as soon as his shift was over, he jumped into the car pulling off the parking lot as fast as he could. Fishing in his pocket for a card to enter the penthouse they were currently sharing because of the flood in his own apartment a couple levels lower.

The front door made a soft click noise as he entered, allowing him to enter and throw his suitcase on the couch with a deep sigh.

The silence echoing through the space was… unusual, but since it was one of the first times this year when he was home this early, he brushed it off. His stepmom was the usual one to keep the house, with her energy… she was probably busy, at that time, with the chores his dad had left her, so that was probably the reason because she wasn’t near the front door, ready to greet him at the entrance, offering something to eat and a small talk.

The young man sighed loudly, his frustration clear as he tried to free himself from the tie that was getting tighter and tighter in his mind. His coat hanging where it should, his rich shoes resting right beneath.

A scoff escaping his lips when he saw a crease in the tie his mom had gifted him on his 18th birthday.. he needed to fix it, quickly. With a steady and quick pace he walked to his father’s bedroom to grab the number of their trustworthy dry cleaner.

His mind was long gone in the worries concerning his participation in business, and repeating the stressful situations that happened that particular day, so he wasn't paying attention.

As he walked in the room, his light blue eyes on the floor while walking with a goal, a feminine and sensual voice brought him back to reality, making him freeze in place. “Home earlier, huh” the voice purred, attracting his gaze in a magnetic way.

His heart was beating like crazy at the view that he had in front of him… his stepmom was on all four, thin lacy lingerie “covering” the best parts of her mature and feminine body, Her ass sticking out, up in the air as the fabric of the thong, almost completely trapped between her round firm cheeks… her back arched in a delicious way, allowing her round big breasts to press against the soft mattress, the lacy red cloth rubbing slightly against the quilts as she wiggled her butt and that way all her body. Her nylon stockings hugging her long legs, stopping mid-thighs, held by her matching garters in a teasing but extremely seductive way.

“Been working all day, honey” she whispered, arching her back more. Robert’s body got more worked up as his eyes slowly widened and stared shamelessly at her, noticing the silky blindfold that covered her eyes… sinfully angelic, he thought.

“All day long for you” she interrupted his trance in a smooth, silky voice that caressed his mind in the most pleasurable way. It felt like… honey almost, buttery soft tone with a hint of desperation— a deadly combination which on top of the unusually delicious sight, made his mind go blank, and his cock hard at an alarming rate.

With good timing, almost like she knew what she was doing, Y/n smiled, biting her bottom lip while she slid smoothly down on the bed, her body flat against the mattress… her round, perky ass was so noticeable, even in that position.

“I think I deserve a little reward, don’t you agree?” she teased, making Robert’s gaze race back and forth from her barely covered body, to her beautiful face. Little reward? He chuckled internally. That poor lady, Robert thought as he remembered that she was sleeping with his old father.

I'd give you a huge one, his snug mind added, as his hard cock twitched in his pants.

The older woman rolled on her back slowly in a sensual way, her hands playing with her hair before she pushed her breasts together, tongue swirling over her plump lips.

”I need it. Now.” She breathed out, rolling over on her belly again. With the wine red blindfold still intact, she crawled upwards, towards the end of the bed.

Seeing that the situation was progressing with each second, Robert's mind tried to fight the desperate urge to just.. give her what she wanted, because he shouldn't.

Of course he shouldn't, after all it was his.. stepmother.

As soon as she reached blindly in the air, he couldn't help but not leave her hanging, he wanted to be a good stepson for her.

With one single step he closed the distance between the bed and his shins, as he stood right next to the bed.

With a hungry smile on her lips, she reached for his thighs, pressing her hands flat against the material of his expensive pants rubbing them up and down.

”Mmm I've been hungry all day.” She murmured softly, biting her bottom lip softly brushing her face against his clothed boner… her tongue daring to come out to lick the fabric of his suit pants, before rubbing her cheek against it… letting a purr escape her. Damn if he was lucky that she was so disgusted by his father to have to wear a blindfold behind the closed door of their bedroom.

Consequently a long desperate sigh left her lips, which were pressed against Robert’s lower stomach… After she pulled it out of the pants,(don’t like it) she reached for the button, opening it up with a swift move. Draping her little fingers over the band of his boxers, she slowly pulled them down with a smile.

A smile that quickly turned into confusion as a huge penis jumped out of the underwear, hitting her in the face. Knowing exactly how.. not well endowed Maurice was, her suspicions arose as she tried to wrap her hand around the massive girth, unsuccessfully.

Her blood run cold, she quickly got pale as worry and fear slapped her out from her horny state “Maurice-–” she murmured, her voice cracking due to all the emotions.

Robert shivered, his mouth softly open, as he thrusted unintentionally forward, his leaking tip touching her slightly open mouth, smearing his precum against her lips… making her hand tighten around his thick cock and her body jolting back.

Y/n quickly removed the blindfold to reveal her wide eyes

“ROBERT!” she exclaimed, jumping off the king size bed so that she could grab a robe and cover her half-naked self in pure panic and shock. “Oh my god, dear. I’m so sorry, I.. I thought it was your father” she quickly explained, blaming herself without hesitance.. her view of her stepson innocent, seeing him as too young for this kind of thing.

Robert opened his mouth, attempting to say something.. anything as he tucked his rock hard cock back into his pants in a rush, his eyes staring at her tongue which cleaned her lips from him.

As soon as he managed to do so, they heard a slam of the front door.

”I’m home!” Maurice yelled in that typical, grumpy and annoyed voice. This man was forever unsatisfied.

Hearing it, Robert looked Y/n the eyes again, shooting her last apologizing look before retreating from her bedroom, and rushing to his own bedroom.

Y/n was frozen, standing in her room and hugging herself lightly, trying to shake off the guilt of the fact that… she liked the view of her stepson with his cock in her hand.

Admitting easily to herself that it was the most exciting sexual encounter she had for the last few years, ever since she married her husband… and the way his dick felt in her hand, she thought before quickly shaking her head. I need to stop, she added internally before heading to the bathroom to take a shower, rubbing her temples while trying to think about the chores she had to do before the day would have ended.

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The morning after the older woman woke up like usual, she prepared breakfast for everyone, leaving it in the kitchen before starting to take care of the house like the good housewife Maurice wanted her to be.

She managed to clean up their bedroom and the bathroom before she started to gather around the dirty clothes around the house, a soft music following her as she walked around. Entering what was Robert’s childhood bedroom without any worries, confident it was empty since the time and her everyday life would suggest that he was at work as well, since Maurice was long gone… in all the years ever since she joined the Fischer family, it was the first time for her to live together with Robert.

So it came up as an extreme surprise when she found him still in bed, his hair a handsome mess, a sleepy expression on his face… one hand on his stomach and the other behind his head, a clear visible bulge covered by the blanket that was covering him.

“Oh gosh, sorry, darling. I thought you were already at work” she explained, focusing her eyes on the dirty laundry basket, not noticing her stepson’s lazy gaze traveling all over her body, taking in her outfit. Silky white shorts, a revealing almost see-through tank top that allowed him to see her bare chest under the white fabric… her hard nipples pressing against it.

Robert’s body getting more and more excited at the view, his already hard-rock cock twitching and leaking, almost wetting his pajama pants… luckily not the blanket as well.

“I’m here to take the dirty laundry, honey. Can you show—” she stopped mid-sentence, her eyes stopping on her stepson who was sitting on his bed, his morning-wood so deliciously noticeable now.

His veiny hands pulled up his shirt, revealing his muscular abdomen and hair path under the navel. As the shirt went up further, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his muscular pecs and smooth, broad shoulders.… short dark chest-hair peppering his upper chest in an almost aesthetic way. Y/n’s jaw fell slack, at the utter shock she felt.

In her eyes, he was always so… innocent. Delicate and broken.

The same man she saw as a boy… was now boldly looking her straight in the eyes with the confidence that made her feel intimidated. Something she hasn't felt… for a while.

Gulping the knot that formed in her throat, she kept staring even though Robert was witnessing her hungry gaze.

With one eyebrow raised in a cocky manner, Robert rose from his bed, standing a few feet across Y/n. Without a second of doubt, he pulled down his pajama bottoms, standing completely naked in front of a woman that should be… like a mother to him.

Y/n’s eyes were wide open, as the laundry basket fell to her feet. She wasn't able to hold it, not when that massive cock that she tasted not so long ago, stood proudly looking right into her eyes. The pink tip was leaking with a clear fluid as it throbbed slightly.

Robert picked his pajamas from the floor, coming closer as he handed it to Y/n looking down at her with a serious expression.

”There you go” he said in a low, raspy voice as his Adam's apple bobbed on his throat. He could see the hunger written all over her face, he just… needed to push a little further to make her take the first step.

Her eyes closed for a brief moment, she cursed under her breath while picking back up the basket, placing his clothes in it before trying to focus on something else… like the sock that “dropped” from the bushel.

The older woman shifted, bending automatically down to grab the piece of clothing and place it back in place… accidentally brushing Robert's erect cock with her round ass, earning a low grunt from him.

As the younger man shook softly because of the jolt of pleasure, Y/n's reacted immediately as the panic settled, making her turn around without thinking… so that she could check on her stepson, worried to have hurt him somehow.

“Oh gosh, sweetie, sor—” she tried to apologize, freezing as soon as the leaking organ slapped her across the face making her gasps softly…and Robert groan. He was so glad of her clumsiness.

Her eyes were blown out, her mouth slightly agape, while her body completely froze in place… the air making her notice the pre-cum which had painted her beautiful face.

“Shit, mama, are you trying to kill me or something?” Robert murmured under his breath, his big hand now holding the base of it as his heavy balls tightened visibly, getting her attention immediately.

Robert noticed it, a mischievous smirk appearing on his lips as he gripped it harder. ”Are you okay?” He asked with a hint of mockery in his voice.

It took her a moment to try to speak, words dying down her throat as she just hummed a confirmation… not really registering his question. Robert chuckled, seeing her state. He had the upper hand now.

His left hand slowly moved onto her head as she didn't move from the spot so close to him. His right hand stroked his length lazily as the other one caressed her hair gently, scratching her scalp softly.

”Do you need something, mum?.. huh?” he couldn't help but keep teasing, seeing her hungry eyes staring at his pulsing, veiny cock.

She glanced up, hearing the tone of his voice, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly before she finally spoke

“Seems like you're the one who needs something, eh… mommy doesn't like being mocked” she informed him, licking his angry red tip without warming— collecting the pre-cum that was threatening to drop. He didn't expect it, at all, and his head flew back immediately, followed by a hiss, due to the sudden sensation of her warm tongue on his sensitive tip.

”Fuck!” He spat out, grabbing a hold of her head.

His beautiful eyes fluttering shut as he felt the warmth of her mouth wrapped around him. His patience was basically non existent as he saw her, kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth. Robert’s hand pulled her head down, making her choke around his girthy member as he hit the back of her throat with each thrust.

His heart pounding inside of his chest as his hips speed up the pace, wet, slapping noises filling his bedroom in a sinful but delicious way. Robert couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.

Y/n struggled to contain all of him in her throat, saliva dripping down her chin along with the tears that fell from her eyes. She was a mess, all because of him.

”That’s a good mummy” He hissed out, pulling her down and keeping all of his cock down her throat for a few longer moments.

Y/n silently prayed that he would let go of her head soon, as she couldn't breathe around his thick cock that filled up all of her throat to the brim. A musky, masculine scent hitting her nostrils since her nose got pulled against his pelvis… her chin making contact with his balls with each move, as he greedily kept pressing her against his body.

As time passed, her hands tried to claw his muscular thighs.. her nails digging in his pale freckled skin as a warning to let her go.

He finally got the message, pulling her away with a hiss as Y/n eagerly tried to catch a breath. His cock was a mess, completely covered with spit and throbbing. The red color showing how desperate he was for release.

”Get up” He commanded suddenly, grabbing a hold of her shoulders before pulling her up.

As soon as Y/n got on her feet and managed to clean her face, she came closer grabbing his jaw suddenly… making Robert’s eyes go wide in surprise.

”Look, sweetheart…” She started out before the other hand went to grab his needy cock.. a little too hard for his liking, causing him to wince.

”You won't tell me what to do, baby. I’m your mommy not your slut” she whispered into his ear, the grip on his member tightening even more. ”Got the message?” She asked with the sweetest mum voice she could pull off, making him nod obediently. ”Good boy” she praised softly.

As soon as the last words left her lips, she pushed him on his king sized bed, watching as he stared at her. Like she was the most beautiful thing on the earth.

Y/n smiled seeing it, as she undressed slowly, putting on a bit of a show. Before he knew it, she was straddling his thighs and stroking his pink cock with both hands.

Her touch was soft but determinate, she wanted something and was for sure going to get it…. To take it from him.

Robert's body was shaking in pleasure now, her teasing touch was driving him crazy… making his back arch and his breath go heavier.

“Y/n—” he hissed, making it sound almost like a curse or invite/suggestion to speed things up. Hearing it, she looked up angrily, one of her hands landing a harsh slap on his face.

”That wasn't right now, was it?” She asked, still stroking his dick. ”What do you call your mummy, Robert?” Her tone was so soft and gentle, that he almost believed her good intentions.

”M..mommy.” He repeated with a whine, making Y/n chuckle.

”Good boy” She praised, leaning down and kissing his tip. “Such.. a good boy” she hummed at the taste as soon as she licked her lips clean.

Her free hand wandered on her stomach… slowly up to her bare breasts to play with her nipples. Taking a small break from the handjob to focus on her own body, pinching and brushing her thumbs on her erect nipples… causing her back to arch and her hips to shift against Robert's.

Her eyes glancing down, meeting his amazed gaze before she leaned down her chest now hovering above his face in a teasing way.

His stare daring to move from her tits to her eyes, stretching his neck to reach her face as soon as he noticed her leaning in for a kiss… A long, passionate and sweet kiss that got more intense as she grinded her bare pussy against his cock.

It didn't last that long since the older woman was getting a bit impatient by the mere feeling of his responsive length.

“Getting mommy all wet, huh?” she whispered, biting her bottom lip, excited by the situation “Can you get your mama's titties wet too, honey?” she requested sweetly, lowering her chest so that he could reach it with his mouth.

The pressure her teeth were giving to her bottom lip increased as Robert attacked her swollen chest, hiding his face between what he was willing to call heaven so that he could wet them just as his mommy had requested him…. Licking, mouthing and spitting on them till she was satisfied enough.

Enough to move away and kneel down back on the floor, happy to rest her legs on a soft carpet instead of a cold floor. Her hands busy teasing her breasts close to his cock before finally squeezing it between them.

A hum left her body as she watched Robert react to her actions, bouncing with the thrusts he was giving as he fucked desperately her boobs.

“Mommy!” He whined, increasing his speed desperate for more, his balls now slapping against her tits every time he made them reach the base of his member.

“Yes, my good boy” she cooed, letting him hold her big breasts as he wanted, so that she could reach his balls with her small hands, playing around with them while her eyes watched his cock appear and disappear between her chest.

Her eyes closing quickly and her mouth opening as he shuttered, thrusting up his hips before freezing completely.. shooting his load on her face and boobs, earning a soft hum of approval from her.

Robert was panting, his eyes still blown out at what just happened. Y/n watched him with a grin as she scooped up some cum with her fingers, before shoving them in her mouth with a hum.

”Fucking naughty” Robert scoffed with a smile, watching her.

With her actions, it didn't take a long time for him to grow hard again, and Y/n wasn't shy about watching the whole process. Her gaze didn't falter for a moment as she stared at his cock growing harder, bigger with each passing second before he was ready again.

I missed it, she thought, thinking of how long it always took for Maurice to get ready, if she was lucky enough that he'll.. get ready at all, that is.

Robert’s hands remained above his head as he watched her get up, rubbing her clit lightly with a quiet purr. Coming closer, she threw her leg over his, straddling his lap while grabbing his cock in her small hand, stroking it again. He was still quite sensitive, so he hissed quietly at the sensation.

”Fuck.. give me a moment, mommy” He asked, but Y/n just shook her head, lining him up with her slick entrance.

”I waited long enough.” She responded almost arrogantly with a smile, as she slammed down taking all of his impressive length into her tight heat with a loud moan.

Her back arched at the sensation, she could feel him filling her up completely, a bulge present in her lower stomach. “So big, baby” she moaned out impressed, squeezing her walls teasingly around his cock, earning a low desperate moan from him.

“So-fucking-big” she murmured through gritted teeth, bouncing hard at each word “Want to…feel you deep balls inside of me, baby!” she quickly added, rolling sensually her hips with the goal to reach her own peak.

Her smaller hands resting on his abs before moving in a teasing pace up to his pecs… remaining there for support, so that she could finally bounce wildly on his length. Accepting the stretching feeling and the pain mixed to a pleasure she didn't feel in ages.

“Fucking hell” she cursed, her ass smacking against his thighs at every rough and fast bounce— her breasts following the movements of her body, moving in a hypnotic way, making her look like a tiny angel who was there to ride the sin out of him or so was Robert's view of that moment.

They both missed the sensation of passionate sex, and the thrill of the “taboo” to all of it was just an addition.

He so desperately wanted to wrap his bruised lips around her nipples, suckling on them like a needy infant… burying his cock deeper inside of her cunt, railing it till they would have both reached their peaks. He was quite sure that his father never gave her an orgasm before, and even if he did, it wouldn't come close to the one HE would have given her now.

”So… beautiful” He breathed out with half-closed eyes as he kept moving, trying to spend all of his cum inside her as soon as his climax started to hit his whole body, making his muscles relax under her touch.

His eyes rolled back as she continued to bounce, milking his cock as another orgasms built up not long after.

His hips shuttered upwards and his hands grabbed her hips, rolling her in a quick motion with the back against the mattress so that he could fuck his cum deep inside of her sensitive pussy making her squirm. His head was buried in her breasts all along, even as he kept pumping.

The pleasure so strong that Y/n didn't pay attention to her top half enough to notice.

Only after a couple minutes, Robert slowed down to a stop, laying on top of her with his mouth still attached to her hardened nipples as he kept sucking.

Y/n sighed deeply in satisfaction, looking down at him with a grin and cocked eyebrow.

”Well… are you hungry, baby?” She asked with a giggle, patting his head. Robert tilted his head to the side, laying on her breasts with a cute little smile.

”Mhmmm.” He hummed softly.

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corrupte3d-mindz · 5 months ago

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The Siren Files

Robert Fischer x F! Siren Reader

Summary: Robert finds his way back out on the water and does not regret it.

Wordcount: 6.2k

Warnings: Part 1

smut..,Robert is touch deprived so is the reader?!…,switch! perverted Robert, unsafe sex, p in v, m! oral receiving, handjob, fingering, begging, whimpering and whining, multiple rounds, soft/dirty talk.

The memory of their first meeting replayed in his mind, a hauntingly beautiful evening when the stars had mirrored the ocean’s tranquility. It had been only a few nights ago, yet it felt like an eternity since he had last seen her.

The water lay before him like a sheet of polished glass, its surface unbroken and serene. Robert stood at the helm of his yacht, the sea breeze ruffling his dark hair as he scanned the horizon with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He had been drawn to the abandoned pier by fate, seeking a moment of respite from the crushing responsibilities of his father's empire.

“Fuck..where is she..” he muttered under his breath, his frustration evident as he anchored his yacht to the sea floor. He had expected to find her here, waiting with the same eagerness that had driven him to return. The absence of her presence gnawed at him, a stark contrast to the calmness of the surroundings.

The yacht rocked gently as he made his way towards the stern, his steps purposeful yet tinged with a sense of urgency. The abandoned pier loomed ahead, a silent witness to their previous encounter. It was there that he had sat, feet dangling over the edge, talking about life with a candor that he had rarely experienced. He could still recall the sound of her laughter mingling with the soft lapping of the waves, a melody that had played on a loop in his mind ever since.

“Lookin’ for someone..?” Her voice, like a haunting melody, echoed across the water, sending a shiver down his spine. It was unmistakable, the sweet, lilting cadence that had bewitched him since their first encounter. He turned, scanning the horizon, his breath catching as he searched for the source of the voice.

There she was, emerging gracefully from the waves, her figure a vision of ethereal beauty. The moon glistened off of her wet hair, casting a halo of light around her, and her eyes, those piercing, enchanting eyes, locked onto his with an intensity that made his heart skip a beat. She smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent warmth flooding through him.

"Yes," he managed, his voice rough with emotion. "I was looking for you."

The siren moved closer, her movements fluid and mesmerizing, like the dance of the sea itself. She reached the side of his yacht, her hands resting lightly on the edge as she gazed up at him. "And here I am," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled soul. "What brings you back to me, Robert?"

He knelt beside her, his fingers brushing against hers as he struggled to find the words. "I couldn't stay away," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's something about you, something that draws me in. I don't understand it, but I can't ignore it."

"Robert," she called softly, her voice a melodic whisper that sent shivers down his spine. She floated gracefully beside the yacht, her gills faintly visible on her neck. How had he not noticed them before? Perhaps he had been too entranced by her eyes, her voice, the sheer presence of her. He offered his hand, a gesture of connection, but she shook her head gently, a sad smile playing on her lips.

"I can't leave the water," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sorrow. "But there is a way I can join you, if only for a while."

Robert's mind raced. He was a man of logic and reason, but in this moment, he found himself willing to believe in the impossible. He watched as she swam down the depths of where the yacht's anchor was, her movements fluid and effortless. She paused, looking back at him with an invitation in her eyes.

"Follow me...and stay close," she instructed before diving into the depths.

Robert's heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He quickly pulled up the anchor, his hands moving with a sense of urgency. Once the anchor was secured, he made his way back to the helm, his eyes never leaving her form as she glided through the water with grace. He started the yacht, following her as she led him through the moonlit sea. She moved like a shadow beneath the water's surface, her silhouette a beacon in the darkness. Robert marveled at the way she seemed to dance with the waves, her body perfectly in sync with the ocean's rhythm. He felt a sense of awe, a deep respect for the world she inhabited and the mysteries it held.

After what felt like an eternity, she led him to a small, hidden cove. The entrance was barely visible, a narrow opening in the rocky cliffs that glowed faintly with an otherworldly light. Robert's breath caught in his throat as he maneuvered the yacht closer. She surfaced beside the boat, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You trust me, right?" she asked, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. "Then dock the yacht and jump in the water."

Without a moment's hesitation, Robert complied. He docked the yacht and stripped off his shoes and jacket, knowing they would only weigh him down. He took a deep breath and plunged into the water, the cold shock of it taking his breath away. His suit became heavy and cumbersome, but she was there, her hands gripping his arms, guiding him towards the cave. The water was colder here, but her touch was warm, reassuring. She pulled him into the cave, and he followed her lead, trusting her implicitly. The glow grew brighter as they swam deeper into the cave, illuminating the rocky walls with a soft, ethereal light. The water gradually became shallower until they could stand, and Robert found himself in a hidden grotto, the air filled with a faint, sweet fragrance.

She helped him to his feet, her hands gentle yet firm. Robert's breath came in ragged gasps as he looked around, his eyes wide with wonder. The cave was unlike anything he had ever seen. Bioluminescent plants and algae adorned the walls, casting a magical glow that bathed everything in a soft, surreal light.

With a powerful surge, she emerged from the water, her body arching as she transitioned from sea creature to a human form left Robert speechless, his breath caught in his throat as he witnessed the transformation. He had never seen anything like it before. Where once there had been a shimmering tail, there were now two legs, pale and slender, glistening with droplets of seawater. She stood before him, dripping and radiant, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

"Normally…I'd at least get a scream from humans but I guess not with you," she remarked, her tone playful yet tinged with curiosity. Robert couldn't help but chuckle at her observation, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I suppose I'm not easily frightened," he replied, his voice calm despite the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. He took a step closer to her, his gaze never leaving her face. "You're…incredible. I've never seen anything like this before."

He patted the sand beside him, inviting her to sit. She accepted his invitation, her movements graceful and fluid, like a dancer on a stage. She settled beside him, her presence enveloping him in a sense of calm and wonder.

"Are you alright... Robert?" Her voice was like a melody, soft and soothing, with an otherworldly quality that sent shivers down his spine.

Robert turned to look at her, his eyes meeting hers for the first time. She was breathtakingly beautiful, with eyes that sparkled like the stars above and a smile that was both inviting and mysterious. He found himself unable to look away, captivated by her otherworldly charm.

"I'm... I'm fine," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

She leaned against him, her body fitting perfectly against his own. In this dim light, she appeared almost otherworldly, her features softened by the gentle glow around them. Robert couldn't help but be captivated by her, his eyes tracing the curves of her body, the delicate lines of her face. Her presence was intoxicating, her scent a heady mix of saltwater and something uniquely her own. Robert felt a strange pull towards her, a desire he couldn't quite explain. He knew he should be cautious, wary of her allure, but he found himself unable to resist her.

As they sat there, she began to speak, her voice like music to Robert's ears. She spoke of the sea, of the mysteries it held, of the creatures that dwelled within its depths. Her words were enchanting, weaving a spell around him that he found impossible to break. Robert's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He felt a deep connection to this woman, a sense of kinship that he had never experienced before. He knew he should be afraid, should be wary of her intentions, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Lost in the moment, Robert reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face. She turned to look at him, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of curiosity and something else, something deeper and more primal. In that moment, Robert knew that he was lost to her, that he would follow her wherever she led. He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with hers, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should resist, should turn away and flee from this enchantress, but he found himself unable to move. Her lips were soft against his own, her touch electric as she pressed herself against him, but he needed to be closer.

Robert moved her to his lap, he felt a surge of warmth and closeness wash over him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him, his touch gentle yet possessive. His other arm snaked up to cup her face, his thumb tracing slow circles against her cheek. The sensation of her skin against his sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, a sensation that seemed to echo the gentle hum of the cave around them. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss like just before, the warmth of their breath mingling in the cool air of the cave. Robert moaned ever so slightly, a sound that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul. It was a moan of longing and desire, a release of pent-up emotion that he had kept hidden away for far too long. In that moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, a rawness that left him feeling exposed yet strangely liberated.

Robert broke the kiss, his breath shaking. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous..fuck.” The words escaped his lips in a breathless whisper, a raw expression of the overwhelming desire he felt for her. He went quiet and looked embarrassed.

"Are you okay...?" Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she reached out to touch his shoulder.

Robert flinched at her touch, a flush creeping up his neck as he tried to compose himself. He nodded shakily, his words catching in his throat as he struggled to find his voice. She sensed his discomfort and gracefully moved off of him, settling herself on the ground next to him. Robert's eyes followed her every movement, his gaze lingering on her figure as he tried to ignore the way his heart raced at the sight of her. He shifted uncomfortably, his hands instinctively moving to cover his lap as he tried to hide his growing excitement.

“..I’m fine..just not used to this much attention..”

His voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with a hint of vulnerability that belied his usual confident demeanor. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle as he struggled to steady himself. She still sat beside him, with an otherworldly beauty, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Her eyes, pools of liquid darkness, bore into his own, searching for the source of his discomfort. She tilted her head slightly, a faint frown marring her otherwise serene features.

"Oh...oh...sorry...I didn't know you were so sensitive..." Her voice was soft, melodic, carrying a hint of amusement as she spoke.

Robert's cheeks flushed slightly at her words, a mixture of embarrassment and relief washing over him. He looked away, unable to meet her gaze as he struggled to regain his composure. The cave seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing in on all sides as he fought to control the turmoil swirling within him.

Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as she spoke, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "Is there any way...I can fix that problem..." she said, her eyes flicking down to where his hand rested, covering the undeniable evidence of his arousal.

Robert's breath caught in his throat at her words, his mind racing as he struggled to process the implications of her offer. He met her gaze with a mixture of uncertainty and longing, his fingers twitching at his side as he fought the urge to reach out and touch her. "I-I don't know..." he stammered, his voice betraying the turmoil raging within him. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea..."

He met her gaze, he felt a wave of unease wash over him. There was something about the intensity of her stare that made him feel exposed, vulnerable in a way he couldn't quite articulate. He shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, the weight of her gaze bearing down on him like a physical force.

“It hurts..so much..” Robert murmured as he was practically begging for some relief..he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been intimate with a woman..let alone the last time he’d jerked off.

As she moved her hand to his, Robert felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him, his skin tingling with anticipation. Her touch was tentative at first, her fingers grazing lightly over the fabric of his trousers, but it sent a wave of heat coursing through him, his body reacting instinctively to her proximity. He couldn't help but tense slightly under her touch, the intensity of the sensation catching him off guard. His hand, covering the bulge in his trousers, seemed to pulse with heat, the warmth radiating from it almost palpable in the air between them. It was as if a fire had been ignited within him, burning hot and fierce beneath the surface.

Robert's heart hammered in his chest, the rhythmic thud echoing in his ears as he tried to steady his breathing. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if she could see right through him to the depths of his desire. And yet, there was something undeniably exhilarating about the sensation, the thrill of being so close to her, of sharing this intimate moment together. He glanced down at her hand, watching as she traced patterns over the fabric of his trousers, her touch sending shivers down his spine. He wanted to say something, to break the tension that hung heavy in the air between them, but the words caught in his throat, lost in the whirlwind of sensation that engulfed him.

Instead, he focused on her, on the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire, on the curve of her lips as she leaned in closer to him. He could feel the heat of her breath against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as he struggled to maintain his composure. But then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the moment passed, her hand moving away from his as she leaned back slightly, a coy smile playing on her lips. Robert couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, a longing for the intimacy they had shared just moments before. He watched her, his gaze lingering on her as she shifted slightly in her seat, the movement drawing his attention back to her. There was a newfound confidence in her demeanor, a boldness that he found both captivating and alluring.

And then, without warning, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered softly, her words sending a shiver down his spine. "You're so tense, Robert," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Why don't you let me help you relax?"

Robert's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt her hand move back to his throbbing bulge, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. He couldn't resist her, couldn't deny the pull of desire that drew him to her like a moth to a flame. With a soft sigh, he leaned into her touch, allowing himself to be enveloped by the warmth and intensity of her presence. As her hand moved to the buttons of his pants, Robert Fischer's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding with anticipation. He met her gaze, his eyes locking with hers in a silent exchange of desire and longing.

He groaned softly as she carefully undid each button, her touch sending shivers down his spine. It was as if every movement of her fingers was a caress, igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. He could feel the heat building between them, a palpable tension that hung in the air like a heavy blanket. As she pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his boxers, he felt a rush of heat flood his cheeks, a blush of embarrassment mingled with desire. The faint scent of cologne mingled with the musky aroma of desire, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that enveloped him like a shroud. His breath came in shallow gasps, betraying the arousal that pulsed through his veins like a raging inferno.

He could feel the dampness spreading across his boxers, a tangible reminder of his body's betrayal in the face of such raw desire. His mind reeled as he struggled to maintain his composure, to cling to the last vestiges of control in a world spinning out of control. Her touch was like a feather against his skin, sending shivers down his spine and igniting sparks of pleasure that danced across his nerves. Her hand glided over the damp spot with practiced ease, tracing the outline of his arousal with a tenderness that bordered on reverence. He groaned softly, his body arching instinctively towards her touch, his cock throbbing with need beneath her fingertips.

She gingerly pulled down his boxers, revealing the monster he kept to himself, his breath caught in his throat, a primal urge stirring within him. His throbbing cock sprang free, glistening with a mixture of pre-come and come, a testament to the intensity of his need. Her hand, warm and firm, wrapped around his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him. With each pulse of his heartbeat, she could feel the rhythm of his desire, a silent symphony playing out in the quietude of the cave. As her fingers traced the contours of his length, he arched against her touch, a low moan escaping his lips.

“….ah-ah..fuck..” He cursed under his breath, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he fought to suppress the overwhelming urge that threatened to consume him.

She took him in her hand, his thick, twitching cock filling it out completely. A low groan escaped his lips as he bit down on his lip, his eyes never leaving hers. Every movement she made sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, his body responding eagerly to her touch. Her thumb traced slow, deliberate circles along his length, teasing and coaxing him to the brink of ecstasy. She ran her thumb up and down his leaking slit, a mischievous glint in her eye as she reveled in the power she held over him. His breath hitched in his throat, a low moan escaping him as he surrendered to the pleasure coursing through him. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, his breaths coming in ragged gasps that echoed through the dimly lit cave. "Please... please don't stop," he pleaded, his voice a mixture of desperation and desire, his eyes fixed on the figure before him

His chest rose and fell rapidly, the tension in his muscles palpable as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. With trembling fingers, he reached out, seeking something to ground him, to anchor him to reality amidst the whirlwind of pleasure engulfing his senses. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of ecstasy racing along his nerves. Each stroke, each caress, sent shivers down his spine, igniting a primal fire within him that threatened to consume him whole. His cock throbbed in response, aching for release, for the sweet release that only she could provide.

Robert's body tenses up as he feels the first wave of pleasure wash over him. His breathing becomes ragged, his hands clawing at the dirt beneath him. His eyes are wide open, staring straight ahead, pupils dilated as if he's looking right through her. The veins on his forehead stand out, bulging with every throb of blood rushing through his body.

His cock throbs in time with his pulse, every vein standing out in stark relief as it twitches violently between his legs. Pre-cum leaks from its tip. A low growl escapes his throat, the sound guttural and primal, echoing around the cave. He grits his teeth, clenching and unclenching his fists by his sides. His muscles ripple under his skin, straining against their confines. With a final groan, Robert's body convulses as his orgasm hits him full force. His cock twitches violently, spurting hot seed onto both their bodies and the ground beneath them.

As she continued to stroke him, Robert felt the waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he rode out his release. He could feel her soft hand against his skin, slick with his cum, and the sensation sent shivers down his spine. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, a low growl that echoed his satisfaction.

Robert looks at her with his cum all over her hands, his gaze heavy with desire and exhaustion. His muscles ache from the exertion, but his cock twitches eagerly at the thought of her lips wrapped around its length. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a primal sound that echoes his need. Suddenly Robert's eyes widen slightly in surprise when he feels the sudden wet heat surrounding his cock. For a moment, he doesn't move, simply staring at her who had taken him by surprise. His mind races, trying to make sense of the situation, but the fog of lust makes coherent thought difficult.

He watches as she begins to suck him off, her tongue swirling around his length in a tantalizing dance. A low growl rumbles in his chest and he reaches down, tangling his fingers in her hair. Robert's eyes are half-lidded with pleasure as he gazes down at her on top of him. His hands grip her hair tightly, guiding her head to take every inch of his twitching cock. Each thrust sends a shudder through his body, the sensation amplified by the tight warmth of her throat enveloping him.

His breaths come out in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a low groan or whispered curse. He can feel the pressure building up inside him, coiling like a spring ready to release. His heart pounds against his chest, echoing the relentless rhythm of his thrusts. His body starts tensing up as another spurt of cum shoots out of his cock, coating the back of her throat. His hands grip onto her hair tightly, pulling on it slightly as he thrusts his hips forward.

“Oh fuck...” He moans out, his voice husky with lust. “You're such a good little slut...” His words are punctuated by more groans of pleasure as he continues to fill her mouth with his hot seed.

As she finally releases his throbbing length from her welcoming mouth, Robert pulls away slightly, his eyes glazed over with a lustful haze. A string of saliva connects her to his still throbbing cock.

Robert lets out a soft sigh as he feels the strands of her hair slip through his fingers. With a gentle tug that sends a wave of pleasure coursing through his veins, he pulls her onto his lap. Causing his heart to skip a beat. He was starved for touch, craved for it, and now here he was, finally experiencing it. His rigid length presses against her, nestled firmly against her back. The heat radiates off his skin, making her tremble in anticipation. A shaky breath escapes his lips as he leans back, allowing himself to fully appreciate the moment. Her body feels warm against his own, the slight dampness from their previous activities serving as a tantalizing reminder of what they had shared.

"*The feeling of her warm body against me was intoxicating.*" he thought, closing his eyes and trying to commit every moment to memory.

The throbbing hardness nestled against her lower back was almost painful in its intensity, yet he welcomed the discomfort. A soft whimper escapes from his lips as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer towards him. He could feel himself growing harder, yearning for more contact, craving to lose himself completely within her.

"You have no idea how much I needed this..."

His pants now hang loosely around his hips, his throbbing erection taking center stage. His eyes are glazed over with desire as he watches her undress while on top of him. She looks incredible, all curves and softness, inviting him for more. His heart races at the sight of her naked body.

His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, laced with desperation. "Please... baby..I need to be inside you..."

She looked at him and cupped his face delicately, and she looked at him with a gaze of trust. He takes that as a good sign to go ahead. In a gentle yet firm way, Robert slowly pushes two fingers into her sloppy cunt, feeling her wetness coat his digits. His thumb seeks out her clit, With a gentle touch, Robert's thumb trace over the sensitive flesh of her clit, teasing circles around the tiny nub. The sensation makes her arch off his lap a bit with a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Oh... fuck," she gasps, her nails digging into Robert’s thighs as she tries to steady herself.

Her words spur him on, his thumb now moving in small, tantalizing swirls over her clit. He can feel how wet she is getting, her juices coating his fingers and soaking onto his thighs. His thumb continues to circle the swollen bud, applying just the right amount of pressure.

"God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I can't wait to feel you tighten around me."

Robert's thumb dance over the sensitive nub of her clit, his touch feather-light yet electrifying. His fingers continue their tantalizing exploration, circling and teasing, driving her wild. She leans against his chest.

"Oh fuck... Robert... more..." she gasps out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop... don't you dare stop."

Robert dives deeper into pleasuring her. His fingers move faster, plunging in and out of her with a rhythmic pace that has her squirming on top of him. She cries out wanting more, her plea only serves to fuel his lust, his thumb now working overtime on her clit. He applies just the right amount of pressure, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub.

"You're so wet," he grunts out, feeling her juices coat his fingers. "Take my fingers... show me how much you want it."

As if on cue, he pushes another finger into her, stretching her tight walls to accommodate his digits. Robert's fingers delve deeper into the warm, wet depths of her, curling upward to hit that sweet spot inside her over and over again. His thumb continues to circle her engorged clit, adding another layer of stimulation.

"Oh God... yes!" she moans, arching off his lap as his fingers work magic inside her. She grips onto his shoulders tightly, her knuckles white as she tries to hold on in the face of the orgasm threatening to crash over her.

"Come on baby, let go," Robert whispers huskily in her ear, his hot breath causing her entire body to shudder. "Give it to me... let me hear you scream."

Robert's fingers move faster, curling and twisting within her. He can feel her walls clench around him, her tightness only spurring him on further. His thumb continues its steady assault on her clit, the combined sensations driving her closer to the edge.

"Oh fuck, you're so close aren't you?" he murmurs into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Let go, let yourself fall over the edge..."

With a final, hard thrust of his fingers, he feels her climax rip through her. She cries out as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her. Robert continues to pump his fingers into her twitching cunt, milking out every last drop of her orgasm.

Robert's fingers gradually slide out of her, leaving her feeling empty and needy. The moment she starts to whimper in protest, he quickly corrects himself by moving his cock to her sloppy cunt..begging to be fucked mercilessly. "Take me," he commands, pushing forward until the tip of his cock nudges against her entrance. His free hand grabs her arms and holds them down against her waist, holding her steady as he positions himself. With a sudden, powerful thrust, he slams into her. She lets out a loud gasp, as she try’s to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

Her tight walls squeeze around him, welcoming him home. Robert lets out a low growl as he starts to move, thrusting up into her with a slow, steady rhythm. It's a struggle, but he forces himself deeper, groaning as he feels her walls clench around him. "Fucking hell..."

"Just like that," he grunts, panting heavily as he tries to keep control. "So fucking tight..."

A long string of expletives escape him as he thrusts up into her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his veins. The sensation is overwhelming - being deep inside her feels so good that it's all he can focus on. “Jesus Christ..." He takes a moment to marvel at how perfect she feels – the heat, the tightness, the way her walls clamp down on him.

"I've never felt anything like this before..." he gasps out, his voice laced with disbelief and pure pleasure. "Your cunt... goddamn... it's so fucking tight..."

Despite her snug embrace, he continues to pound into her without mercy. His balls slap against her ass with each thrust, creating a rhythmic symphony of flesh meeting flesh.

"Fuck! Baby!, you better prepare yourself..." he growls into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Cause I'm not stopping till we're both spent."

Every time he bottoms out, he can feel the tip of his cock grinding against her cervix - pushing it open, stretching her ripe womb. He growls in delight; this was exactly what he had been craving. "Oh baby...this is it..." His words become hitched gasps now as ecstasy starts spiraling closer at lightning speed. "Ready for my cum..?"

His orgasm comes crashing down on him like a thunderbolt, his hips jerking involuntarily as thick spurts of cum explode from him. He feels himself pump load after load into her, each one deeper than the last, filling her completely.

"Oh god..." she lets out another whimper, making him chuckle darkly. "Y-you're amazing..."

"You haven't seen anything yet," he grins devilishly, panting in earnest now. His fingers dig into the curve of her ass for leverage.

He picks up speed; each inward plunge causing his balls to slap wetly against her skin. He could already feel himself being pulled towards another orgasm - her slick juices helping lubricate his way. She gasps sharply feeling his entire length pierce her tight opening once again, gripping him firmly. Robert throws his head back, letting loose a long moan, relishing in the sensation of being inside of her.

"Oh fuck... goddamn you feel amazing." he groans out through gritted teeth. She wraps her legs around him tightly ensuring he remains deeply rooted within her.

As Robert reaches his peak, his movements become erratic. His hips jerk forward roughly, each thrust pushing deeper into the girl on top of him. "Ah fuck!" He growls loudly, throwing his head back as a long string of white cum spurts out, splattering hotly against her cervix. Another jet follows, painting her insides in a thick coat of seed.

“Fuck….you’re going to—suffocate my cock..”

Robert grunts as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into her, still feeling her tight walls clench around his throbbing cock. His hands grip her hips tighter, digging into her soft flesh as he thrusts into her.

"Fucking hell... you're still so fucking tight," he groans, his voice hoarse from all the yelling and moaning. "Feels like you were made just for me..."

His thrusts now become slower, more measured now, each one pushing him closer to the edge once more. He can feel his climax approaching rapidly, the tension coiling in his lower abdomen growing unbearable.

"Just a few more... just a few more," he pants, his words coming out in short bursts as he fights against the urge to spill himself inside her.

Robert lets out a guttural roar as he feels his climax approaching, his thrusts becoming erratic and frenzied. His balls slap loudly against her flesh, creating a lewd symphony of sounds that echoes throughout the room.

"Take it... all... please... take it all," he growls, his voice raw from exertion and pleasure.

With a final, powerful thrust, he spills himself inside her, filling her womb with hot spurts of cum. His body trembles as he rides out the waves of ecstasy washing over him, each one stronger than the last. Robert held her tightly against his chest while still ramming in cock into her cunt, he just wanted to make sure she got every last drop.

Robert collapsed onto the ground beneath him and just stared at her while running his fingers through his hair. Robert and her lay on the ground, their bodies intertwined. Robert, is now vulnerable, his emotions raw and exposed. He gazes deeply into her eyes, his expression a mix of disbelief and wonder at the intimacy they've shared. Slowly, Robert lifts a hand to cup her cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. He brushes a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin as if trying to memorize every contour. His gaze softens, and for a moment, the weight of his responsibilities seems to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment.

"I never expected this," Robert whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But I'm glad it happened." His words are simple, yet they carry a depth of feeling that surprises even him. He leans in closer, his lips barely brushing against hers in a tender caress.

Her eyes flutter open, meeting Robert's gaze with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. She reaches up to touch his face, mirroring his gesture, and for a moment, they are lost in each other, the world around them fading into insignificance.

"I never thought I could feel this way," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "But with you, everything feels different." Her words hang in the air, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that has formed between them.

Robert’s eyes tracing the intricate patterns of shadows and light as the sun began to infiltrate their hidden refuge. The rugged walls, damp with moisture, bore silent witness to the passing of time, each crevice and fissure a testament to the cave's ancient existence. Robert's tailored suit, now either drenched, coved in bodily fluids or was gone from existence contrasted sharply with the natural, untamed environment around him. He ran a hand through his meticulously styled hair, a gesture that had become almost second nature when he was deep in thought.

He had always been a man of calculated precision, every action and decision weighed against potential outcomes. The cave, though a temporary sanctuary, had begun to feel like a prison. The urgency of the situation gnawed at him. He could not afford to linger any longer. His family, particularly his father’s remaining associates, would never understand his reasons for being here. They would question, probe, and ultimately complicate matters with their insatiable curiosity and desire for control. His life had been dictated by expectations and obligations, a puppet to the strings of legacy and power.

“Baby…I’ve got to get going..I don’t want to raise any alarm bells..”

He turned to look at her, his companion in this hidden place, her presence both a comfort and a complication. Her eyes met his, filled with a mixture of concern and determination. She had been his anchor, grounding him in a reality that often felt surreal and unattainable.

Robert stood up, adjusting his pants with a deliberate grace that spoke to his meticulous nature. The fabric rustled as he straightened, the slight tightening of his jaw the only indication of the effort it took to compose himself after their recent intimate encounter. His fingers deftly buckled his belt, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips as he sought to regain his polished composure. There was an undeniable connection between them, a palpable tension that lingered in the air, despite the casual manner in which he now moved.

He extended a hand towards her, a gesture that was both gallant and genuine. His fingers were strong, capable, yet there was a gentleness to his touch as she placed her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined briefly, a silent communication passing between them in that fleeting moment. Her smile was radiant, lighting up the cave, and he found himself responding in kind, a rare, genuine smile spreading across his own lips. It was a smile that reached his eyes, softening the hard edges of his usually stoic expression.

"You know I have to go," he said, his voice a deep, soothing murmur that resonated in the quiet room. There was a hint of regret in his tone, a reluctance to leave this moment behind. "But I'll be back. This... us... it's not over." His words were a promise, a vow that he would return to continue what they had started. There was a sincerity in his voice that left no room for doubt; he meant every word.

She nodded, her eyes reflecting the same mix of emotions that he felt – the yearning, the anticipation, and the bittersweet reality of their current situation. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with a wistful hope. "I'll be waiting."

He moved with a certain precision and calculated grace as he approached his yacht. The sun was still coming up but he still had time. As he reached the gangway, his mind was preoccupied with the events of the day. It had been a day filled with corporate maneuverings, discreet phone calls, and strategic decisions that would determine the future of his family's conglomerate. Yet, as he looked back over his shoulder, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

In the water behind him, she was there, her transformation mesmerizing and otherworldly. She had been with him earlier, her human guise a beautiful facade. But now, as she dipped into the water, her form began to shift, scales shimmering in the twilight, her hair flowing like dark silk beneath the waves. She was a siren, a creature of myth and legend, and her presence was both a mystery and a distraction. Robert felt a strange pull, an attraction that went beyond the physical.

"The anchor...is a little stuck," Robert said, his voice carrying a note of frustration mixed with a plea for assistance. He knew he could handle it himself, but the presence of her was something he would give anything and everything in the world to see more of. She swam closer to the yacht, her movements graceful and fluid, as if she were one with the water. She regarded Robert with a knowing smile, her lips curving in a way that suggested she was well aware of the effect she had on him. "Let me help you with that,"

She reached the anchor, her fingers deftly maneuvering it, untangling the chain from the rocky seabed. Robert took this moment to steady himself, his hands gripping the polished railing of the yacht.

She looked back up at him and smiled; “Promise to come back?”

Robert leaned over the stainless steel railing, and smiled back; “Of course I will.”

With a final, lingering look, she dipped beneath the waves, her form disappearing into the azure depths. Robert stood there for a long moment, the gentle rocking of the yacht lulling him into a contemplative state. He realized that what could have been a simple one time encounter was now turning into a very real and serious encounter.. however he’s not complaining.

Author’s Notes:

I love writing smut where it doesn’t even belong, and yes let’s make Robert a whiny little sub for the siren then uhh fuckin’ the shit out of them! Why not?!?

Sure she has clothes on and I’m not forced to elaborate any further on how the hell she has them on in the first place.I’m noticing I’m getting a better at this…hmmmmm

Credit for the little sparkle smol divider: Cafekitsune

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