Readers sorry for a very late update
my life is busy ...cuz im a university student and ofcourse house works too lol ! so my apologies here you go !!!!

The Great Hall of King Triton Adamswell was a sight to behold, its walls adorned with the stories of past monarchs and their legendary conquests. But on this particular evening, the air was thick with anticipation as the king himself prepared to take part in a most ancient and sacred rite: the siren mating ball. For it was in this very ceremony that Triton would find his mate, the one who would bear him strong, beautiful children and help him continue his lineage for generations to come.

As the music began to swell, the sirens, their scales shimmering like opals, emerged from the depths of the ocean, their every step graceful and alluring. And there, at the center of them all, was Sirena, her eyes locking onto Triton's as they danced around him in a hypnotic circle. She was unlike any other siren he had ever seen, with hair as black as the depths and skin as pale as the moonlight that reflected off it. And as she danced closer and closer to him, he could feel his heart racing, his blood burning with desire.

Finally, when she was close enough to feel his breath on her face, she stopped and raised her chin, her emerald eyes challenging him to claim her as his own. Without hesitation, Triton stepped forward, taking her hand in his, and with a single, fluid motion, swept her into his arms, their bodies pressing tightly together. As they began to dance, the music seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the sound of their hearts pounding in unison, and the taste of the salty sea on their lips.

For what seemed like an eternity, they danced, their movements growing more and more intimate. Triton's hands roamed over Sirena's body, tracing the curves of her hips and breasts through the sheer fabric of her gown, while she arched her back into him, revealing more and more of her supple flesh. And as they danced, their eyes never left each other, their desire growing with each passing moment. It was then, in that moment, that Triton knew with absolute certainty that Sirena was the one, the mate he had been searching for his entire life.

They finally stumbled back to his chambers, their bodies burning with need. As Triton lay Sirena down on his bed, he gazed down at her, taking in her beauty, wanting nothing more than to make her his. And when he saw the look in her eyes, the desire and trust shining back at him, he knew that he had to honor her, to make this night one she would never forget.

Without another word, he left the room, returning a moment later with a bowl of cool water. He dipped his fingers into it, then traced them lightly over her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, cooling her down and soothing her. It was a ritual he had seen his father perform countless times before, and now it was his turn to carry on the tradition. As she lay there, eyes closed, breathing deeply, he moved closer, his hand cupping her sex through her wet, sheer panties. He hesitated for a moment, asking for her permission before pressing his fingers against her, feeling her wetness through the fabric.

She nodded, her eyes still closed, and he smiled, pushing her panties aside. His fingers found her already swollen clit, and he began to circle it gently, teasing her as his thumb pressed deep inside her. Her hips bucked up off the bed, and she let out a moan that sounded more like a plea. He could feel her body trembling beneath his touch, and he knew that she was close. So close. And then, without warning, he changed his approach, roughly massaging her clit as he thrust his fingers inside her, pushing her over the edge.

Her cries filled the room, her body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. And as she came down from her high, Triton moved between her legs, positioning himself at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he was inside her, feeling her tightness surround him like a second skin. He began to move, slowly at first, their hips meeting in a rhythmic dance as they found their pace together. The air was thick with desire, with need, and with the knowledge that what they were doing was not only right, but meant to be.

As their bodies became lost in the heat of the moment, Triton leaned down, capturing one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking roughly on the nipple as he continued to thrust inside her. Sirena cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she felt the force of his movements, the depth of his possession. And then, as their passion reached its peak, as their bodies became one in the most intimate way possible, they came together, their climaxes crashing over them like a wave, washing away any doubt or uncertainty, leaving behind only the certainty that they were meant to be together, forever.

Time seemed to stand still as they lay there, panting and sweaty, their limbs tangled together. It was in this moment that Triton realized that Sirena was not only his mate, but also the mother of his child. He felt a surge of protectiveness course through him, a fierce determination to always provide for and protect her and their child. And as he looked down at her swollen belly, he knew that in a few short months, they would welcome their little one into the world, and their family would be complete.

Who's the baby?