In Bayou Rescue, biologist Adele Roche heads out to the bayou for another day of wildlife research. She doesn’t expect to encounter Oscar and Xavier out on the water. Nor does she expect to see them change into alligators right before her eyes. But what shocks her most is that she’s their mate.
In Bayou Famine, Narcisse Laurent heads out on a swamp tour. Out on the bayou, she sees Armand Vitrac and Nelson Rey turn from sexy men to vicious alligators right before her eyes. She’s surprised to find that she’s not afraid. What really shocks her is when their fling becomes an accidental mating.
In Bayou Flood, Sophie Deco is thrilled to be playing at the New Orleans Jazz Festival. During her set, she spots two stunning men in the audience, but is shocked when they transform into alligators right before her eyes. Even more stunning, however, is the news that she's Virgil and Gabriel's mate.
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Charlotte Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.
After securing her boat, she leaned back, looking up at the light filtering through the tree branches. At first, her thoughts turned to Georgina and how frustrating it was to have her as a research assistant. Adele didn’t want to kick her off the team, but she knew she had no choice. She was going to have to report her chronic absence to the department chair. Soon, though, the beauty of the swamp turned her thoughts away from her frustrations. She loved being out in the marshes, surrounded by the drone of wildlife. It wasn’t long before Adele stopped thinking entirely and dozed off in the tranquility of afternoon on the bayou.
The sound of a motorboat coming her way roused Adele from her nap. Carefully righting herself in her own vessel, she looked out to see two men heading in her direction. She noted that they were both shirtless, and the springtime sweat cast a sexy shine to their chests. They both had deep brown skin and black hair, though one had his cropped close, while the other had gorgeous waves flowing to his shoulders. The man with short hair was taller and darker, with skin almost the color of cocoa. The one with long hair had skin that was golden brown. They both had well-defined muscles, including rigid pecs and six-packs that glistened beneath a sheen of sweat. Adele found her body wanting both men at once. Her pussy started to throb as she imagined herself between both of those hot brown chests, four hands caressing and stroking her.
At first, she was shocked by her own mind and shook her head to clear the thoughts away. She had no clue who these two men were, and yet all of a sudden, her mind was racing with salacious images of herself sandwiched between the two of them. It wasn’t as though she’d never had a fantasy before, but she had never had such explicit thoughts about two people she’d never seen before. Fantasizing about herself in a threesome was new as well. Never before had her body wanted two men equally.
Rather than trying to force her thoughts away, Adele allowed herself to continue fantasizing, to picture the jeans sliding off of those slim hips, to daydream about where two cocks might go if she actually got her wish. She felt her cunt become slick with desire as she let her imagination run wild.
Her illusions rushed away, however, when the men parked their boat, and the smaller of the men pulled two cans of beer out of a cooler. Adele snapped into full conservationist mode. This particular stretch of wetland was only open to researchers and conservationists, and it required weeks of paperwork and red tape to acquire the necessary permits. The general beer-drinking public was not permitted on these particular grounds. Adele ignored the fact that she’d been napping on the waters, justifying it because she was a researcher, and she wasn’t about to get drunk and toss empty beer cans into the fragile ecosystem.
“Hey, stop!” she called out, revving her boat’s engine back to life and steering toward them. “This is a protected space! This land is not open for recreational purposes!”
Then men both looked up at her with puzzled expressions on their faces.
“You’re not allowed out here!” she called, not sure what they didn’t understand. “The recreational portion of this bayou is five miles east of here!”
Adele wouldn’t have been surprised if the men had turned their boat around and left. On more than one occasion, she’d encountered people who had wound up there without realizing it was for research and conservation only.
She wouldn’t even have been surprised if they’d gotten a little belligerent with her first—she didn’t imagine they’d appreciate having their leisure time interrupted. She wouldn’t even have been surprised if she’d had to radio the authorities to convince them to leave. More often than not, she’d had to use that tactic to handle trespassers who didn’t care.
What she didn’t expect was for the smaller man to stand up and punch the larger one in the face.
As she plunged into the water, chilled in the moonlight that was beginning to fill the atmosphere, Adele felt renewed and complete. The beads of her necklace glittered in the water.
As she breached the surface, Oscar and Xavier rushed her, Oscar’s hands playing with her breasts, and Xavier’s fingers beginning to tease the swollen folds of her pussy. She leaned her head against Oscar’s chest, leaving her neck open for more bites as Xavier started playing with her clit. Her skin began to heat up despite the cool water, and prickles of electricity began to dance along her pussy lips.
She reached down and stroked both of their ready cocks, noticing and savoring the way the water accented the smooth textures. She was desperate to have them both inside her but was willing to be teased just a little while longer. The sensations in her neck and nipples intensified the pressure on her clit, and the pleasure that had been building all night suddenly released, sending explosions of electricity through her body. She tightened her grip around both men’s shafts and felt them throb in her hands, adding to the pulse coursing through her own body. The sensation was so intense she thought her heart would stop, but as the orgasm subsided, she found that everything returned to normal.
“Let’s move to the shallows,” Xavier said as Adele began to come back to earth. “It’ll be easier for all of us if we have something to brace against.”
They paddled over to the shallow water, and the men switched places, Xavier at her back and Oscar at her front. Oscar reclined on the riverbank, and Adele’s cunt began to throb again as she saw his body in the beauty of the water and the moonlight. The water dripped across his skin, running in rivers through the ridges in his six-pack. Droplets fell from his shining hair. The cool light made him look almost ethereal.
Adele couldn’t wait any longer. Swimming over, she settled herself on top of him and slid her pussy down his engorged shaft. Her muscles immediately locked tight around him, and his cock throbbed in the tight grip. She started to ride him slowly, smoothing her fingertips all around his firm chest. He bucked under her, attempting to make her go faster, but she wanted to keep teasing him. Her pussy surged with delight as she watched him writhe beneath her, desperate for more.
A few minutes later, she felt Xavier’s finger pressing against her asshole, beginning the process of preparing her for his cock. She stopped moving, her cunt contracting yet again as she saw the expression on Oscar’s face when she stilled. Laughing, she began her up-and-down thrusts again. She didn’t want Oscar to get ahead of Xavier, but she also knew that neither of them could stand for her to sit still while Xavier stretched her. Oscar writhed harder and harder under her slow movements, and she felt his dick throb harder with every thrash.
Just as she was about to pin him down, she felt Xavier grip her hips. She shivered as his rigid cock slid along her ass. He continued to grind it against her as he placed kisses down her neck and across her shoulder blades. Finally, he eased his cock into her tight hole. After the first inch, he stopped, allowing her a few moments to accommodate to his girth. Adele sucked in her breath, the twinge of pain intensifying the pleasure already coursing through her.
Oscar reached out and began to tease her breasts, fondling gently and sliding his fingertips around the nipples. He never pinched or pulled, but kept his touch light to taunt her. Then, Xavier slid in a little farther, massaging her ass as he entered. Again, Adele’s body raced with a combination of pleasure and pain, unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
When he was in to the hilt, she stopped to savor the feeling of being taken by both of her men at the same time. But then Adele’s cunt began to throb with even more need, and she started to move again, setting the pace. Adele moved faster this time. She didn’t want to tease any longer. They’d been holding back long enough. Still toying with her breasts, Oscar reached his mouth up to kiss her, gripping her lips with his, as Xavier raked his nails down her back, sending electric energy across her skin. Giving each nipple a hard pinch that sent tingles all the way down her skin, Oscar pulled his hands away and then tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her even deeper into the kiss. She lost the ability to restrain herself any longer. She started pounding into Oscar as fast as she could, bringing Xavier along for the ride.
“We need—we need to come together,” she said, so lost in her body that she could barely form the sentence. “I’ll hold—I’ll hold back—” Adele lost her train of thought as the pleasure overwhelmed her body and shut off her ability to speak. She could barely keep track of her breath, because she was so caught up in the feeling of her men, of her body compressed between theirs, of being part of them.
Narcisse woke to the lively sound of Harry’s voice. “Okay, folks, we’re going to pull into this dock area for a little bit and have a little nature demonstration. Please remember to stay on the dock at all times. Do not, I repeat, do not wander away from the group. The swampland is a very dangerous place.”
Narcisse was so content with the rocking river and warm sun that she almost hated to leave the boat, but she also didn’t want to miss whatever was happening outside. Steadying herself on the wooden planks, she looked out on the water to the two men who appeared to be working.
She was vaguely aware of Harry’s voice going into a discussion of bayou wildlife, but couldn’t draw her gaze away from the two men on the small fishing boat. Both were tall, but one had a deep tan and black hair. The other had lighter skin and golden hair. The men were shirtless, and both had well-chiseled chests. To her surprise, Narcisse found herself wanting to dive into the water, swim across, and touch them. She wanted to explore the ridges of their muscles, to find out what their flesh felt like against her fingertips.
Suddenly, though, the darker one changed. His nose elongated into a powerful snout, his teeth grew longer, and his skin became leathery. Narcisse shook her head, but there was no denying what she was seeing. The first man had turned into an alligator, and his companion wasn’t far behind him in the transformation.
The second man, though, was even more startling. He was still turning into an alligator, with a powerful tail and menacing teeth. But this one had skin that was so white it was almost translucent, and his eyes turned red. Narcisse sucked in her breath at the sight.
As both men suddenly changed shape, their boat capsized, spilling them into the water. Immediately, the gators surfaced and began smacking their heads on what had formerly been a smooth-surfaced pond. Then they started slamming against each other, battling over some unseen object.
Narcisse wasn’t the only one who noticed. Another woman from the tour group seemed to have been paying attention, and she started screaming.
“It’s—It’s okay, everyone,” Harry called. His voice was weak, and Narcisse’s stomach clenched at how unconvinced he sounded.
Harry continued. “To ensure everyone’s safety, I’m gonna be canceling this nature demonstration right now. We’re, uh, we’re gonna move on with the tour, but we can’t stay here.”
“What’s happening?” a middle-aged woman screeched.
“Ma’am, I don’t know, and I don’t have time to answer.” Harry sounded more panicked with each passing second, and his skin had gone white. “P–p–p–please return to the boat in an orderly fashion. M–move along now.”
“They were men! And now they’re gators!”
Harry began to shake, as though he’d been able to put what he’d seen out of his mind until just then. “G–g–get in the boat, everyone! I mean it, now! I’m gonna get us all out of here.”
Nobody, however, was orderly. Narcisse, who had been standing near the middle of the crowd, suddenly found herself squeezed by two dozen other bodies all trying to be the very first one onto the boat. As she tried to maneuver through the crowd, she lost her footing, and fell to the ground. Struggling to get around the cluster of feet, she had to roll away to avoid being trampled in the confusion, and found herself precariously close to the edge. She was one careless kick away from rolling into the water.
Suddenly, however, Narcisse realized she wanted to be in the water. She wasn’t interested in getting back on that boat and continuing with the bayou tour. She knew what she saw. Two grown men had transformed into alligators before her very eyes, and she wanted to figure out what had happened and why. She didn’t know how she’d get back to New Orleans, but at that point, she didn’t care.
Taking a deep breath, Narcisse slipped off the dock, trying to avoid making a large splash. She didn’t want anyone from the tour to notice she’d fallen in and attempt to rescue her. Then she’d never figure out who these men were, or why they could transform. It seemed, however, that in all the confusion, nobody noticed that she was missing. Narcisse clung to one of the thin posts holding the dock up, concealing herself in the shadows until she heard the motor start and Harry begin talking. After what felt like an hour, the tour boat finally took off.
It wasn’t until the boat was out of sight that Narcisse began to consider that she’d made a mistake. She had no idea where she was, and the cell phone that was in her pocket had most certainly been destroyed by her sudden immersion. But it was too late now. Since she couldn’t change her mind, she decided to act. Steeling her courage, she began to swim out toward the sparring gators. Harry’s warning to keep her distance flashed briefly in her mind, but she felt compelled to swim toward them anyway. It was as though her body was being compelled by some force other than logic, and she had no choice but to follow its demands.
“Hey!” she called out. “Hey, what just happened?”
The gators, however, kept sparring. At this point, they’d moved a considerable distance from their boat. Narcisse swam to the vessel, righted it, and climbed in. Suddenly, she felt safer and became bolder.
“Hey!” she yelled again. “You can understand me, right? Hey, quit fighting and tell me what’s going on!”
Suddenly, one of the gators snapped to attention and started speeding toward her. Narcisse’s heart began to race, and she suddenly regretted coming out on the bayou tour. But just as she thought she was about to meet her demise, the gator stopped swimming and let out a bellow.
Narcisse reached up to kiss Nelson as Armand pulled his fingers from her cunt, desperate to keep going. Despite having an incredible orgasm, she didn’t feel remotely sated. In fact, she was hornier than she’d ever been in her life. Pulling her lips away from Nelson, she kissed Armand again, tasting her juices on his lips.
“I want you both inside me at once,” she murmured.
The fact that she’d never had a threesome before, much less taken two men at the same time, flashed across her mind. But the thought only lasted for a brief second before Nelson gave her another kiss. Whatever confusion or doubts she was experiencing grew a little dimmer with each caress. She didn’t care that what she was doing didn’t make sense. She wanted them too much.
“I don’t know,” Armand said, though Narcisse could tell by the strained sound in his voice that he wanted to be sure. “We don’t even know each other.”
Narcisse pulled him into another kiss and gave his cock another long, hard stroke. “Don’t you feel it?” she asked when she pulled away. “If you want me only half as much as I want you, I know you feel whatever is pulling us together. You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Armand gasped. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anybody else in my entire life.”
Narcisse gave his cock two more swift strokes and watched him writhe. “And I want the two of you, right now. Armand, you lie down. I want to ride you.”
Armand didn’t hesitate. He gave her one more passionate kiss before he lay down and let her climb on top of him. Narcisse rubbed her pussy up and down his rigid shaft and smiled as he writhed beneath her.
“Tease,” he gasped.
“Not for much longer.” She stilled, waiting for Nelson to make his move.
His hesitation seemed to have completely vanished. Nelson swirled his fingers around her pussy, and then brought her juices up to moisten her tight hole. He slid one finger inside her, and she thought she was going to come from the excitement of the new sensation. Narcisse slowly eased her cunt down Armand’s cock, watching him shudder with pleasure. When she was settled, Nelson slid another finger into her ass and began stretching her gently. As he slid his fingers in and out, Narcisse clenched her pussy muscles around Armand’s cock, wanting to pleasure him while he waited.
“You’re still a tease,” Armand said, his voice strained.
“I promise I won’t tease you much longer.” Narcisse found, however, that she enjoyed waiting and teasing. As horny as she felt, she could only imagine how powerful everything was going to feel when she finally got going.
Finally, though, Nelson’s slow strokes weren’t enough anymore.
“I’m ready,” she moaned. “I need you both, right now.”
“You sure?” Nelson asked.
Narcisse groaned again. She had enjoyed teasing Armand, but she didn’t have the patience for Nelson to tease her.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”
Narcisse sighed with pleasure as Nelson eased his fingers out, and then she groaned even louder as he slowly slid his cock into her tight hole. He paused, waiting for her to get used to him, and then began to thrust in and out. Narcisse followed the pace he set as she began to ride Armand. But soon, the slow tempo wasn’t enough for her. Her body was demanding speed and pressure. She picked up the pace, and was glad to find that Nelson was willing to follow her lead. Soon, she was pounding against Armand with all her might, and Nelson was slamming into her with the same intensity.
When Armand reached up to play with her nipples, the pleasure started increasing at a furious pace. The electric energy sizzled all the way down her spine and added to the intensity that was building up in her cunt.
She leaned toward Armand. “Bite my neck. Please.” She craned her neck to steal a look at Nelson. “You, too. I want both of you biting my flesh.”
She heard Nelson’s breath catch in his throat and thought he was feeling reticent again, but then he reached out and sank his teeth into her shoulder. As she howled with pleasure, she felt Armand’s teeth in her neck, felt her flesh yield. The sensation was one of pleasure that bordered on pain, and it was the most exhilarating sensation that Narcisse had ever experienced.
For the third song, Sophie switched to a slow number, in part to shake things up and in part to give herself a chance to catch her breath. As her heart rate slowed and her fingers carried her through the smooth, bluesy tune, Sophie peered out into the darkness, trying to see if she could identify any faces and if any of them were regulars at her local gigs. It was too dark to make out any distinct features, so Sophie turned her attention back to the music. But she found her eye was suddenly drawn to the center of the crowd, where she could start to make out two faces, as though that spot held more illumination than anywhere else in the room. She couldn’t make them out distinctly, but she could identify strong jawlines and dark hair.
Pulling her gaze away to transition to the next song, Sophie found that her eyes were drawn back to the men almost immediately, as though she had no control over what to look at. Then she realized that the men were staring at her as well. She could barely make out their eyes, but she could feel their gazes on her. She never would have believed that a gaze could have physical weight, and yet she had the unmistakable sense of their eyes pressing against her body, as though a firm hand was holding her steady as her heart began to race and her pussy began to throb.
Sophie was at the point in the show where she would usually take a break for stage banter, but she didn’t trust herself to open her mouth. Not with the way she was feeling. She fumbled the transition into the next song but kept playing, certain that if she stopped she’d fall apart. She didn’t understand why she was suddenly engrossed in the two strangers she could barely see, or why her cunt was pulsing along to the beat of her music with such intensity.
When one of the men seemed to change and then disappear into the crowd, Sophie began to think she was hallucinating.
When the crowd began to part and started screaming, she realized she probably wasn’t.
When the house lights came up and she saw an alligator on the floor where the man had been, she went back to thinking she was hallucinating.
When she saw the other man’s skin change to a leathery green, when she saw his mouth and nose elongate into a snout with dangerous teeth, when she saw him drop to all fours and saw claws sprout where fingernails had been, she fainted.
Gabriel’s cock throbbed, desperate to be released. He reached out and placed kisses all along Sophie’s neck. She turned, offering him her lips, and as her mouth opened for him, he slid his tongue between her teeth, anxious to taste all of her that he could.
She broke the kiss and rolled toward Virgil, but Gabriel wasn’t about to stop touching her. He ran his hands up and down her arms then slid his fingertips along her back, taking in all aspects of her body.
When Sophie stopped kissing Virgil, she rolled over and wriggled out of her tank top. Instantly, Virgil’s hands were on her breasts, tracking the line of her bra, easing his fingertips beneath the fabric, lifting her up slightly so he could unhook the garment. When her breasts burst free, Gabriel stared for a moment, watching the perfect, soft globes settle after their release. Virgil went right for her nipples, and Sophie moaned as he eased the tip of his tongue around one while pinching the other.
Gabriel was tempted to join in and claim one breast for himself, but he decided he’d rather devote his attention to her pussy. Sliding down, he unbuttoned her jeans and eased her panties down along with them, enjoying the feel of her smooth legs against the palms of his hands. She immediately parted her legs for a moment, and he paused to gaze at her slick cunt. Gabriel almost hated to make a move, thinking it just might be enough to gaze at her perfect body for eternity. But then he couldn’t resist and leaned forward to run his tongue up and down her slit. He gave her only the slightest pressure, intending to tease her for a while. When Sophie moaned, Gabriel was tempted to dive right in and make her come. He wanted to give her the most immediate pleasure possible. But he also knew it would be much sweeter if he made her wait. So he continued to just use the tip of his tongue, until her legs started to convulse with stimulation. Then, he allowed himself to delve into her soft folds, going straight for her swollen clit. She groaned when he finally gave it some attention, and his cock throbbed so hard at the sound of her voice that he considered pausing to take off his jeans and give it some space. But he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from her cunt.
Ignoring the ache in his cock, Gabriel continued to work Sophie’s clit with his tongue and slid two fingers into her slick pussy. He immediately honed in on her G-spot and gave it a few light brushes. Her legs spasmed again, and he gave the spot a little more pressure, massaging in deep, slow circles.
“Faster,” she gasped. “Please, go faster.”