Author's Note

Well, thank you to all those who are enjoying this so far. I want to apologize for any impatient waiting you had to endure to get to this first part. Due to you patience, I did my best to give this as much love as I could just for you all. Enjoy.

Also, if you could, please leave a comment, as I would like some feedback since this is my first, official clop/mature writing.

Arias throat

Adagio groaned as her eyes fluttered open. Before her was a curious sight of trees passing by in rapid succession, occasionally broken by open space where she could see the sky and the sun overhead. She turned her head slightly, and found herself in someones lap, it took her a moment to recognize the blue hair and pale skin of Sonata. Who, while staring out of the window, held a slightly bloody tissue to her nose.

Feeling the movement of her head shift slightly, Sonata looked down, removing the tissue and smiled.

“She’s awake, Max.” Sonata called out softly, looking to the front.

Adagio turned her head, the best she could and barely saw the rear view mirror, where she caught sight of one of Max’s eyes glancing back before looking forward. It made since, now that she thought about it, how the trees were moving like they were. She lifted her head slightly to confirm she was laid back in the back seat of Max’s car.

“Hey, take it easy.” Sonata said, concern in her voice as she laid a comforting hand on Adagio’s shoulder and eased her back down into her lap.

“What happened?” Asked immediately

“You fainted.” Sonata informed her

Adagio gave Sonata a credulous look, “Tell me your joking?” To which Sonata solemnly shook her head, “How the hell did I just faint?”

Sonata blushed heavily and replaced the tissue back over her nose as she turned her head away.

“Uh, Adagio, what do you remember before you woke up just now?” Came Max’s voice, sounding nervous.

“We were at the beach and you were being a dick-” Adagio halted her words as her thoughts suddenly turned back to Max standing out of the water and marching up to them in all his glory.

“I take it, you remember now?” He ventured.

“N-no. Just don’t feel like talking.” She said with a blush. She glanced up at Sonata and motioned her to keep quiet when the light of realization passed obviously in her eyes.

“Right. Well, if you do get around to remembering, I just want to say sorry.” Max seemed ready to say more, yet he just closed his mouth with a frown and kept his eyes on the road.

Adagio took that moment to turn her head towards Sonata and closed her eyes. Sonata removed the tissue once more, with a few added drops of blood and wrapped her arms around the older siren.

Aria turned her attention back to Max, sure now that he was back to focusing on the road and whatever thoughts he had in his mind. With her body leaned against the door, her pinkie partially hanging in her mouth, she could not help the small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

‘I can’t believe how good he looked coming out of that water. Wonder what he looks like hard?’ A small blush arose as she thought this the smile fighting to win over her mouth. She turned her head away when she thought he was looking at her out of the corner of his eye and kept the pleasant thoughts to herself. It was amidst her private thoughts that something started to form in her mind. This in turn forced her to press her legs together, which she played of as a small stretch and yawn.

It took them another handful of minutes to reach the city, and as many to reach the apartment. As they all cleared out, the sirens headed up to the apartment, while Max worked to get the duffle bag, and chest out of the trunk and carefully made his way up the stairs and into the apartment. He knew they had not used anything of the food or drinks he had bought, so he set the ice chest in the kitchen to have everything cold and edible put away. After which he took his duffle and set it next to the living room closet and looked around. Sonata was sitting at the table, Aria on the couch flipping through channels on the television, and no sign of Adagio.

“Wow, such excitement after the day at the beach.” Max said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sonata frowned and seemed to avoid his gaze, “I- I have work to do from school.” She mumbled before going into her room and nearly slamming the door.

Max winced at that and turned to Aria, “So, how much do you all hate me?”

Aria snorted at the question but didn’t say anything.

“That much, huh? Well, that’s just grand.” He grumbled out as he walked over and plopped himself down onto the couch, before perching his arm on the side for his head to rest in.

The sounds from the television seemed to drift together, as Aria continued on to flip through the channels, occasionally stopping on a movie. Max began to nod off, wake up, then nod off again.

Aria glanced over once she heard him snoring softly after several minutes, ‘oh, even better,’ she thought to herself, unable to stop the grin splitting her face. Aria set the remote down, leaving the channel on some random movie, then turned down the volume slightly as an after thought. Once done, she eased over carefully next to Max, trying her best to keep from waking him.

Watching him closely, Aria began to move her hand over his shorts. As her hand made contact with his thigh, she could tell his shorts had not completely dried, but she didn’t care. She eased her hand over his thigh, rubbing it with the barest pressure before moving on to his leg. There, she eased her hand down further until she made contact with his skin. At this point her heart was beating so hard, she was afraid the sound alone would wake him before her hand did.

Her hand moved up some to the edge of his shorts, before easing her fingers just under the fabric. She kept glancing up to see his face, to see if he would wake up at any point, and so far, nothing. She moved her hand up further, her mind wanting to tease his body, getting a good feel of his muscles, but her body just wanted to grab him and go for a wild ride. She bit her lip as she had the internal battle, still moving her eyes from watching his face to watching her hand going up his shorts. They were not long, but as slow as she was going, it felt like it was taking forever.

At least, until she noticed movement. She halted, and looked up seeing Max still with his eyes closed, his breathing still soft and even. She began to move her hand, and glanced down to see that it was his body that was being affected by his hand. As he hardened, his other leg began to shift forward seeming to want to meet her hand. She didn’t even realize she had a goofy smile n her face as she leaned down as her fingers brushed along the side.

The feel of his member against the skin of her hand, she could feel the heat radiating off of him, the ridges as it hardened next to her touch. Aria licked her lips, suddenly feeling hungry for meat, as she lifted her hand and gently set it on his thickening member. Once in her hand, she caught her breath as it pulsed, become erect completely in her hand. She gently and as carefully as possible moved her fingers lightly to his pelvis, before returning her hand back towards the top where she stopped just under the head.

She had seen when he had emerged from the water earlier, that he was cut, but the feel of him in her hand was-

“Mmmm...” Aria paused and glanced up as Max adjusted his head in his hands, still seemingly asleep.

‘I’ll help you have a pleasant dream during your nap, Max. Don’t worry, and just leave it all in my hands,’ She thought as she began to slide her hand back down again. She eased out the breath she had, almost forgetting to breathe until her lungs were just shy of screaming for oxygen.

Licking her lips she started to move her other hand, until she realized she had been using it to keep from falling into his lap when she had leaned down somewhat. Silently she huffed at the minor annoyance. She had to carefully slid her hand out from his shorts and slip off of the couch and positioned herself down in front of him, and attempted to shift forward a bit more right between his legs.

‘I want nothing between him and my mouth. I want to see, feel, and taste all I can get from you Max. You tempted fate earlier, and this shall be your punishment. Consider yourself fortunate,’ she thought as she moved her arms up, and froze as his body seemed to shift, drawing down further into the seat of the couch, bringing him to almost smack her in the face with his crotch. ‘Oh, you bad boy. You want this as much as I do, don’t you? Well, I won't keep you waiting any longer.’ She lifted her hands and carefully gripped the edge of his shorts, and silently thanked him for remaining without underwear, as it was one less thing she had to worry about to reach her desired goal.

As she pulled at his shorts, she reached and grabbed hold of him, allowing his not so little friend out of its confinements. Aria’s eyes widened, ‘You fucking bastard, hiding this from me? Oh, you will suffer. Suffer with pleasure.’ Aria leaned forward and got a good whiff, there was the smell of the beach still left over, but more to it. A tangible muskiness the closer she got, which somehow got her more turned on than she thought. Aria had to take a moment to adjust herself on her knees in front of him as she could feel herself begin to soak through her bikini bottoms.

She fondly caressed his hard member with her other hand, looking at it almost lovingly, until her eyes shifted into an eager hunger and she lowered her head and stuck out her tongue and licked it just a little bit. He twitched just the slightest bit from the feel of her touch. She couldn’t help but to smile at this, and lowered her head and repeated the action, though this time, she made sure to keep going all the way to the tip.

The breathy “Oh,” from Max made her giggle, she had to try and stifle the sound by biting her bottom lip once again.

She was done with sampling, she wanted more now and she leaned forward, pulling his member just the slightest bit towards her and opened her mouth to take in his head. She closed her eyes and swirled her tongue around his head a few times before slowly lowering herself to take in more into her mouth. She eased her mouth down, before rising up just a little, then pressed her mouth down further. As she did this, she methodically used her saliva to make it easier to take him in. Each time, her throat reflexes attempted to open, her body wanting him all the way. She was still fighting herself to take things at her own wanted pace, a little bit of teasing, and a little bit rushed.

Max turned his head as he took in a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. He was feeling pretty good with this little nap, and as groggy as he felt, everything appeared blurry, giving his mind a consideration of waking into a dream. It did not take long for him to feel something moving slowly, rhythmically down between his legs. He turned his still partially open eyes down to see Aria moving her head up and down his stiff and swollen cock. Dreams like this were always welcome, yet he found it a bit surprising he was dreaming about Aria doing this to him.

“If this is a dream, I am really enjoying this, and don’t want it to end,” he mumbled out, blearily

Aria glanced up, almost halting in her ministrations, but realized he was still out of it. She hummed out in pleasure as she gripped him with her left hand and began stroking in tune with her bobbing head, and warm mouth. As she did this, she could feel a sudden and momentary swell of him in her mouth. She was not sure why, but as wet as she was, and the way she was feeling, she could swear she was drinking in the sweetest nectar almost getting her drunk off of it. Almost.

He began to breath a little irregularly, his head laying back as he let himself relish the feeling of his, ‘dream’. Aria moaned again, and once more felt the momentary swell, she wanted so much more as she began to move her head faster.

It came as a slight surprise she found her other hand snaking down between her black jean shorts and slipping between them and her skin. Her fingers knew where to go and what to do, she could feel wetness as she brushed her fingers down between her legs, there was so much of it.

She continued, now halting her stroking with her left hand, just to keep it at the base and keep it within reach of her mouth. To make up for it, she glided her lips faster and faster, hearing his groans slightly louder, and she added one of her own as her fingers rubbed at the wet folds of her lips. A second later, she let out a long soft moan as she slipped two fingers inside of her. It felt like to much at first, but as wet as she was, it didn’t seem to matter.

Max felt his breathe catch as a couple more times now she moaned while giving him a blowjob, but this last one was so long, and the way it sounded seemed eager for more.

Several risings and falling of her mouth over his cock he could feel himself start to build up, the familiar heat collecting first.

“Please... D-don’t stop.” He begged in a whisper.

Aria smiled around his stiff cock and lifted herself on her knees to begin to shove him as far back as possible. As she did, she relaxed herself, and allowed her throat to open, taking more of him into her mouth now. She could feel his body try to shift only to be fought down, and let out a small whimper.

‘Don’t fight it, Max, just relax, and let it all out. I’m hungry for you, and I refuse to let this stop.’ She thought as she continued on faster and faster, her own fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy almost in time know. She paused her fingers to slide them out and up to play with the little button, which pushed her on faster to the edge. ‘Oh, can I? Can I really time this to cum when he unloads in my mouth, I don’t know, if I can...’ she felt herself thinking desperately as her legs began to tremble under her, but she did not allow herself to falter.

Aria was closing in fast and wasn’t sure how close he was, until she felt both of his hands on her head, pulling her up enough and forcing her mouth to slide over his head a few times then down halfway almost back into her throat. She felt him tense, flare, and then his hands hit the side of the couch and grip it, turning his knuckles white.

Her body seemed ready as the first of his seed began to fill her mouth her own body giving in as if this was what pushed her over the edge. She whimpered as she drew in as much of his cum as possible swallowing it as it as fast as it filled her mouth. She could feel her own juices washing down over her fingers and hand. Her breath came through her nose when she could between swallows.

Finally after she wasn’t sure how much more he could possibly have, a long spurt shot out lazily coating her tongue. She licked it up with her tongue and swallowed, before pulling her hand out form under her and sucked on the head as if it were the last thing she would ever have in her mouth again. Once she was sure he was cleaned out, she removed her lips from him, letting his cock slowly return. He was breathing hard from just cumming so much in her mouth, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Aria gently tucked him back into his shorts, as she smiled up to him. He moved his head forward and looked at her. Raising up, she whispered into his ear, “Go on back to sleep. I hope to be in more of your dreams.”

She pulled away and watched as his smile remained and his head lean back and over onto his shoulders as his eyes closed. She stood there ensuring he was asleep once more, before quietly moved to the door to her room. As she opened it, she heard music from the television and turned to see it was rolling credits and grinned. She had not even been sure of what movie she had put on, but she had completely tuned it out. She shut the door behind her and moved to her bed. There she removed her jean shorts and undid the slips of her bikini bottom.

‘Wonder if I can have Max on the menu more often,’ she idly thought as she let the drenched fabric fall to the floor, unconsciously she licked her lips before grinning and turned to the shared bathroom between her and Sonata’s room.

As she entered she removed her top and knocked lightly on the other door across from the bathroom.

“Yes?” Came Sonata’s voice.

“I’m going to take a shower, alright?”

“Okay.” Came the reply.

Max was drifting in a sea of darkness, he felt so good but was unsure why. Only seconds passed to his mind when suddenly he felt like something was pulling at him. He opened his eyes with a start and looked around the slightly darker room.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and his mind could barely draw up the wet dream he had, or did he? Max tried for a few seconds to think things through, but the dream or whatever was fading so fast he couldn’t grasp it.

All he could get from it was Aria’s head in his lap, and a feeling of months or longer of pressure on his balls lessen into her mouth. He took a moment to shake his head trying to clear it of the sleep fog.

‘Aria blowing me, yeah, sure and Adagio would want to fuck me behind some building because she is secretly an exhibitionist, or has a hidden compartment of chains, whips, and cuffs, and Sonata is madly in love with me. That fantasy world is never going to come to pass. I am not saying damn thing to any of them about this dream, besides it was a little hot. If I can draw up some more, I might be able to have some fun fantasies to enjoy later.’

Max looked up as he heard the doors next to the couch open up and Sonata and Aria both came out.

“Hey, did I miss anything while I was asleep?”

Aria laughed in her usual way, and Sonata smiled sweetly at him and shook her head, “No, but I got some school work done.”

“Nice. Way to go College girl.” He quietly cheered for her. When they walked away into the kitchen, Max turned to see if Adagio was going to come out next. After a few seconds, Max shrugged and walked over to her door and knocked on it, “Adagio? Hey it’s probably almost dinner time. Why don’t you come on out and share a meal with us? I’ll behave, I promise.”

“Jus’, just a second.” Came Adagio’s voice from the other side of the door.

Max furrowed his brow at the way she sounded, “Adagio, are you okay? You’re not like, sick or anything are you?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

A muffled cry or whimper was all he heard. Max sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, silently cursing himself at pissing her off, or upsetting her. He turned from the door and plopped down on the couch and glanced at the t.v. Whatever was on, he didn’t recognize it.

Adagio removed the pillow she had to use to muffle her cry of ecstasy as she came, her chest heaving from her labors. She thought she still had a way to go, until she heard his voice and something in her just released what felt like a floodgate. She lifted up the dildo in her hands, “You’re practically useless now, more so, if I can get him in here.” She huffed before tossing it into its container. She made a mental note to clean it later a she sat up. She still wore the top of her bikini, but from her stomach down, nothing covered her body, not even a sheet which laid in a mound to her left.

She took time to catch her breath, and fight to remove the natural blush from her face before she stood and grabbed some heart print panties, and a pair of jeans.

When she walked to the door, she could hear muffled voices, and as she opened it, she could then make out the rest of the conversation.

“...We just order some pizza and sides? I need a ride to work here in a little while, mind helping me with that?” Aria was asking Max from the hallway.

“I don’t see why not, but maybe a little less of a demanding tone, and maybe a please would get you my help a little faster?” Max said.

“Yea, after the way you acted at the beach? Not today.”

“Ouch... I suppose you’re right about that.” He said as he lowered his head down. Max looked up as Adagio made her way into the living room shutting the door behind her. He offered a smile, and just as her heart started to pound and her face began to heat up she turned and headed straight for the kitchen.

‘Ouch again. You really fucked up today, didn’t you, Max?’ He halted in his thoughts as he suddenly had to run to the bathroom. He vaguely remembered that there was one between Aria and Sonatas rooms as they had mentioned it while waiting for Adagio to come around earlier.

She found both Aria, and Sonata there. The former leaning against the counter, cell held up to her ear, the latter of the two staring into the fridge.

“Sonata shut the damn door, you’re going to run up the electric bill.”

“For realsies?”

“Yes, for realsies, we’ve had this conversation before.” Adagio growled out, trying not to speak over Aria’s pizza order.

“Oh yea...” Sonata said as she let the door swing shut.

Once the order was placed, Adagio got the girls to abandon the kitchen for tonight since they were ordering food for delivery.

It was just barely within the allotted thirty minutes when the pizza guy arrived and rung the doorbell. Aria grabbed the pizzas, wings, and sodas, leaving Adagio to pay, with a small tip. When the pizza guy tried to argue that all deliveries now required a full and proper tip; Adagio shot back that the tip was already added into the payment since it was more expensive when he arrived than what they were told over the phone, and he should have gotten there at least ten minutes sooner rather than with three minutes to spare.

Before allowing him to argue further, Adagio ripped the receipt out of his hands and pointed out the price as it had been quoted over the phone and slammed the door in his face, with the results of a painful howl.

“You do realize you just lost your chance of this pizza place ever delivering here ever again? Hell, you might end up being lucky if they don’t tell the other pizza places through word of mouth of the delivery guys.” Max offered when she stormed in.

“Worth it when the degenerate fuck is trying to rip us off for more money, and if they have anything to say about it, I’ll march up there and shove this receipt so far the managers ass, he’ll be spitting the proper price for the rest of the week.” Adagio fumed.

Max held up both hands in surrender and waited for her to visibly calm down and take a seat at the table where she grabbed a slice of pizza and began to eat it like a ravenous carnivore.

Max turned and glanced at Aria, who only shrugged. Sonata appeared to busy with some wings, her face sweating, leaving her panting.

“Hot wings?” Max asked, and both Aria and Sonata both nodded. Max grinned and helped himself to some.

After they were done, Aria stood and went into her room before exiting with a large bag and stood waiting for Max. He shrugged and finished off the last piece of crust he had in his hand and grabbed his keys and such and they headed out the door.

They made their way to his car and settled in, “So, where is this job of yours?” ‘I’ll kick your ass if you say its a street corner,’ he added mentally.

Aria told him the address, but settled for giving him directions. As they drove, Max wanted to say something to her, but wasn’t sure how to go about it. When he had gone to the bathroom, he thought things over and came to a realization he didn’t have a dream earlier, and was wondering what alternate universe he had fallen into. The thought of ruining a chance of a repeat of actions kept his mouth shut.

As they pulled up to a brick building with glowing neon blue sign outside, Max looked up at it.

“The Jazz?” He asked, seeing the cursive words, ending with a martini and a saxophone blinking intermittently. Aria shrugged and stepped out of the car and made her way across the street to the entrance. There, he spotted a mountain of a man with dark glasses and a blue suit let her by, where she climbed down a set of stairs he had almost not seen. Max raised an eyebrow, his curiosity nagging at him to find out this secret of Aria’s. HE moved the car forward only far enough to find a parking space at the side of the rode, where he jumped out, locked it up and fed the new electronic meters that had been installed not long ago.

‘Fancy,’ he thought as it spat out a receipt with a reminder of when his time was up, or required more money.

Turning he waited till it was clear and jogged across the street, and stopped before the man.

“What are you waiting for? Go on in.” The man said. Max gaped at him.

“You’re not going to try and stop me?” The man gave Max a look like he was an idiot, which he did feel at that moment. He lowered his head to keep his blush from being seen and went to step next to the man and started heading down the steps.

“Hey,” the man called out, halting Max, “Don’t go mistreating our little Aria, or there will be problems.”

Max raised his hands, “Oh, no, I’m just a friend, she needed a ride to work tonight. I’ve, uh, never seen her at her work, so, I thought I’d come on in as support for her.”

The man stared Max down, before a giant wolfish smile spread across his face, “Alright, thanks a lot man.”

Max turned and headed inside, ‘Little Aria?’ Max couldn’t help but to ponder what the man had said.

Inside, the building held his eyes in wonder, there were lights all across the walls, shaped to resemble candles that never melted, a large collection of white clothed tables set in the center of the large room, with many people well dressed sitting and chatting.

Max felt a little under dressed, but took a seat anyways. If anyone asked, perhaps explaining he was friends with Aria would keep him from getting kicked out due to his lack of proper attire. He waited for a few minutes before the room dimmed ever so slightly and a set of velvet curtains directly across the room opened to reveal a small band in white suits, a woman at a piano on the left side and a lone microphone under a spotlight.

The person who emerged onto the stage was not someone he was expecting. She was dressed in a casual business suit, a light earthy top and bottom, and a green scarf wrapped lightly around her throat. It took Max a few seconds to recognize the vice principle from Canterlot High, Luna.

“Evening ladies and gentlemen. As you all know, I am the owner, Luna; and it is my great pleasure to once again give the stage over to the one and only Aria Blaze.” A round of applause as the woman with black hair, that under the spotlight seemed to shine and sparkle like the night sky turned and left the stage only to be replaced by a woman in a glistening ruby red dress. Her hair was set loose around her shoulders as she stepped up to the microphone.

Without hesitation, the band and piano began a music piece, immediately falling into sync before Aria opened her mouth and began to sing. To Max’s surprise, this did not seem anything like what they had told him about all those years ago when they had their siren powers. This was different, this was soothing, heavenly, and so filled with sorrow. Max wasn’t one to understand too many differences of older music, he enjoyed occasional classical, but he had never heard jazz sung before.

Aria continued without falter singing to her hearts content, and though it felt like the singing and music was going over his head, he could understand the words flowing from her mouth. It was a song, but it was also a story of a woman left by a man she gave her heart to, and walked through the streets at night in the pouring rain. Halfway through, Max lost interest as he closed his eyes and just listened to Aria singing, letting her tone flow around him.

He felt lifted, and renewed as he listened, a smile on his face. He sat there, through her entire performance, of several songs before she concluded.

He jumped up from his seat clapping loudly, over the others, not caring if he brought unwanted attention to himself. Aria glance over at him and squinted until she could see him beyond the spotlight. She smiled nervously and excused herself. After which the band began to play softer notes.

Several minutes of waiting and sure enough, Aria came out of a door from the backstage area. She was stopped by Luna, and a few others and spoke with them shortly. Max waited as patiently as he could, his heart lifting when she finally walked away from the group.

“What the hell are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to come in. You’re not even dressed properly.” She berated him.

“What is the deal with you girls and all these secrets?”

“Forget it. Just, come on.” She said as she turned

“Beautiful as ever, Aria.” The man said as they climbed the stairs. Aria thanked him, and she and Max made their way to his car.

As they reached the car, Max hesitated before unlocking the doors, “So, I had this dream earlier, and I started to think it may not have been a dream. Anything you want to tell me, Aria?” He watched as she blushed, before shaking her head. With a shrug, Max unlocked the doors and they climbed in and sat in silence as he did not start the car immediately.

As the silence filled the car, quickly becoming uncomfortable, Max let out a sigh, thinking he screwed up once again.

“Are you mad?”

“What?”

“Are you mad? I mean, does it matter if you had some dream, or didn’t?” Aria proposed.

“No, I rather enjoyed the dream, it’s not often I can do that.”

“Then why not leave it at that? Who knows,maybe you'll have another good one,” Max said with a grin as he started the car and drove off.