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There are moments when Ryn isn't quite Ryn.
Ben has never been terrified of her, but something about the human and non-human biology doesn't sync up.
Ryn's eyes darken when all of three of them lie in bed together, hungrily nipping their fingers, touch-starved. She scratches and bites over Maddie's shoulders and Ben's lips, growling, shrieking.
Sirens have a level of disturbing amount of violent impulses — but he cherishes the feeling of their warmth, Maddie's gorgeously bare, dark-skinned body hugging Ryn in her arms. Ryn feels good with him. His voice turns guttural, shocked, when Ryn drips a thick, viscous liquid.
He doesn't feel right.
His member feels heavy all of the time now, constantly engorged and reddened and irritated, the base lumping visibly. "I am sorry," Ryn tells him, studying his heavy, concerned expression. "They are the eggs I laid."
Eggs.
The way to get rid of them is to either naturally let them fall out, which churns Ben's stomach — he can't give birth to Ryn's eggs from that tiny, unyielding space — or to leave them in someone else through intimacy. Maddie doesn't complain, offering a smile and kissing over Ryn's jaw, kissing Ben's chest and neck, sitting on top of husband and riding down.
Ben knows it works when the pressure forces Ryn's eggs out, mingling with Ben's fluid right into Maddie's womb, and the aching relief of emptiness follows. Maddie gasps softly, arching into Ryn's hands cupping her flat belly, gently stroking her.
"My Maddie," Ryn croons from behind her, smiling pleasantly. "My Ben."
Hers.
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Siren (2018) isn't mine. I didn't expect to do this pairing this late in the game. I wanted to do it while S1 was still airing but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. I WON'T WRITE CREEPY THEMES NEXT TIME. They're valid regardless. If you guys love them or the show, holler at me! WE ARE GETTING A SEASON TWO! ISN'T THAT THE COOLEST THING EVER? I'M EXCITED! Hey thanks for reading my junk and any comments/thoughts appreciated! :)