Me in You, You in Me

Fuck, but Aria was horny. Too horny to think straight or hold a single non-sex-related thought. The level of horny where, if she’d had a dick, she’d have tried sexually assaulting a letterbox.

It wasn’t fair. She didn’t like to whine about it, but it really wasn’t. Her aching cunt needed one thing alone, and that thing was attached to Sonata. Sonata, who could be so very fucking whimsical when it came to getting balls-deep inside someone. Was it really so much to sort a girl out, no questions asked, when you had just the tool for the job?

For three hours Aria had lain awake in her bed that morning. Three arduous hours, after her hungry vagina had woken her up, of stuffing herself full of every toy in her bedside drawer, each less fulfilling than the last. Three hours of working up to degrading herself enough to go wake Sonata with a blowjob.

By the time she’d committed to leaving her bedroom and slipping into Sonata’s, worming her way beneath the covers and finding the inches she longed for to be right there in front of her, her cunt was doing all the driving, and Aria was just along for the ride.

She’d flushed crimson in the darkness beneath the covers as she made herself a service maid for that blue idiot, but she’d lovingly salivated over Sonata’s penis nonetheless, squashing her face against it just to get as close to it as she could. Covered every detail of it with kisses more delicate than she’d ever given anything. Licked Sonata’s mighty blue balls cleaner than an operating theatre.

The shaft had been half-erect when she got there, heavy and engorged but not stretching upwards, but by the time she was done tending to it externally, it trembled, looking as breathlessly eager to be touched as she was. And when she did that thing she knew Sonata loved, nibbling around her banjo string?

The groan from above her let Aria know it was finally time to get that cock in her mouth.

She could have skipped straight to that, of course, but she really wanted to get fucked to kingdom come, and that meant doing it properly. Too important to risk jumping in on full power and expecting the engines to keep up. So she’d humbled herself to making it all about Sonata, screwing her eyes shut as she lavished affections with her tongue, but opening them again immediately so she could drink in the sight.

And once the tip of that cock had passed her lips, she’d held back from taking as much as she could, or moving as fast as she could, making sure she instead caressed the tip with her tongue, coaxing it and thanking it in advance for all the cum she prayed it would give her.

She slid her mouth gently up and down on it for what seemed like hours, gradually becoming content as she grew to accept that a cock so perfect really did need someone to love and care for it at all times, and that if her mouth could help make it happy, then there was no greater use her body could be put to. Even if it was Sonata’s cock - Sonata, who wasps, mornings and famine paid tithes to as lesser annoyances. The simpleton who thought fast food from Mexicolt was the height of fine dining.

Sonata had been half-asleep still when she’d started thrusting her hips, having seen Aria at work down there but not really processing it, nearly gagging her as that girthy monster invaded her throat. Maybe it hadn’t even been Aria who Sonata was half dreaming of as she pummelled her cocksleeve again and again.

The shame of being so used, by one so far beneath her… and Aria had almost cried from how much she needed that facefucking. A few minutes more and she’d have cum from that alone. And if Sonata had actually followed through, and pumped her whore throat full of cum, she’d have been a quivering mess on the blankets for the rest of the day.

Had that happened? Had it fuck.

Adagio had happened. Bloody Adagio, yet again.

Hanging off Sonata’s bed, Aria had had half a mind to march into wherever Adagio was that very moment, straddle her face and shout ‘this is your problem now!’ If she’d caught Adagio by surprise and in the right position, the pampered princess wouldn’t have been able to move until she’d tongued Aria to the orgasm she so craved. And Sonata would have wandered in just after, seen Adagio’s face shining with love juices, and lamented what she could have had herself if she’d just stayed the fuck in bed like Aria had said.

...Ok, so there’d been several problems with that fantasy.

Even if it had all gone to plan, she didn’t think the need in her loins that morning was something a tongue could’ve solved, and Adagio lacked the equipment to do more.

Also, while she’d occasionally got the drop on Adagio before, she’d always paid for it after. And, since, at that moment, the thought of Adagio standing over her like a leather dictator while Sonata, under orders, forced her way inside Aria made her cunt almost thrum with ravenous enthusiasm, Adagio would probably pick a different, less sexy and more painful punishment this time.

Which was how, ten minutes later and still heartbreakingly un-fucked, Aria found herself standing in the kitchen doorway, watching Sonata from behind fussing about over frying pans on the stove in her bathrobe. And now Aria wore her favourite set of creamy white lingerie, because… Because, sod it, I am fucking desperate for that cock, and I’ll take all the help I can get.

She rubbed two fingers over each nipple as she watched, frustrated but also enticed by how smooth and removed the touch felt through the pretty bra with the intricate strap design.

The shear tights up to just above her knees were flawless – however much she might prefer the fishnet designs, she knew Sonata went more for the wholesome-but-oh-so-slutty thing of normal undergarments made skin-tight and translucent. And the suspenders above them would draw the eye up her firm thighs to her crotchless panties, where a tuft of purple hair poked out above her slit, because fuck off was she going to take the chance of delaying to undress!

Yet there she was, delaying just by standing there. Sonata was bound to turn around sooner or later and spot her, and Aria would lose the advantage of setting the situation up as she wanted. Silently, she crept into the kitchen. She’d pop herself just down there by the sink, kneeling like the perfect little cock-receptacle, and oh my fucking christ I need a good dicking, this is doing a number on my brain. If either of the others ever found out she’d had such thoughts, she’d never hear the end of it.

Which made her steps falter. And then stop altogether, thankfully not yet into Sonata’s line of sight. She couldn’t become that for Sonata out here in the open, she just couldn’t. Acting like that out here, away from Sonata’s bed, that would… that would make it real.

Indecision became panic as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs. In that moment, Aria acted on instinct, and let her body guide her steps without thinking. Which was how she, Aria, a grown adult of several thousand years, ended up hiding under the kitchen table.

Tempting was what sirens did best. Never before had Aria appreciated that quite as much as when on all fours under a table, dressed like the cumslut she honestly was starting to feel like as she stared at Sonata’s groin, sat only inches from her face. Since Sonata was a big girl in the important areas, she sat at the breakfast table with her legs spread wide, and though the hem of her bathrobe cast a deep shadow over her delicious cock and balls, it didn’t cover them at that angle.

The white table cloth hiding Aria from view was thin enough to let in plenty of light to see by, and cool air washed across her sopping pussy, exposed as it was. Adagio sat opposite and across from Sonata, her ankles crossed under her chair, and if Aria was half as aroused as she felt, she wouldn’t be surprised to find Adagio could smell her from where she sat. There wasn’t much Aria could do about it, though. Becoming less horny wasn’t an option, not when most of her vision was occupied by Sonata’s junk.

It still glistened, in its shadowy cave, with Aria’s spit. Like when she’d first found it that morning, it was thick and meaty with blood but not hard. Not yet.

Tempting was what sirens did best, and that would be Aria’s excuse when she sooner or later gave in.

It was so very close now, Sonata’s cock. Aria hadn’t realised she’d been slowly leaning nearer to it, and silently adjusted her balance so she didn’t tip face-first into it. Even if the thought did make her breath catch, with how those big, heavy balls would smear her face with the dampness she’d put there in the first place.

Urgh.

It had to be all or nothing. If she got any closer, Sonata would feel her breath and freak out, and then she or Adagio would peek under the table and that’d be the end of Aria being able to look either of them in the eye for a long time. The only chance Aria had was to distract Sonata from her shock with how good it felt, and do so so fast the surprise didn’t have time to be aired aloud.

The cock was right there, waiting for her, but she hesitated to take the plunge, heart thudding in her chest. Without a sound, a droplet of precum oozed from the tip, as if the cock itself were crying out for her affection.

And Aria snapped.

She lunged forwards, mouth enveloping Sonata’s tip and first few inches in one smooth motion. The cool weight of it on her tongue, the bulge of each vein on the thick shaft… Aria managed not to moan aloud, probably?

If she had, it might well have gone unnoticed, covered by the swish of Sonata’s legs snapping straight in shock, nearly kicking into the bottom of the table. Luckily Adagio had been talking at the time, which covered some of the noise and avoided Sonata having to recover mid-word.

Working swiftly to calm Sonata, or rather, to work her up in a different way, Aria swept her tongue around the head, reaching especially for where it joined the shaft. At the same time, she shifted to support herself on just one hand, raising the other to fondle Sonata’s balls.

Slowly she felt Sonata’s muscles going slack again, blue legs sinking back to the floor either side of her. And when it came to Sonata’s turn to speak, she managed to sound almost completely normal, and only if someone were listening out for it would they hear the tiny tremble in her voice as Aria worked her magic on the girl’s genitals.

Aria knelt there suckling on the tip of Sonata’s length as someone might on a lollipop, for the first time since coming downstairs able to focus on something other than how empty her pussy felt. She still needed filling down there, of course, but no way was that happening under the breakfast table with Adagio in the room, and, now she had that wonderful big cock in her mouth, she was content to wait.

A slight hiccup was that if Aria were any kind of competent siren at all, then Sonata would cum long before she and Adagio were done with breakfast, and Aria’s greedy fuckhole would be still untouched. But she could always keep going on Sonata and get her hard again, ready to stuff Aria the moment the opportunity arose or something… It was kind of hard to think coherently and plan ahead once the image of Sonata cumming had presented itself in Aria’s head.

She needed that cum. Her life wouldn’t be complete without it. She needed to feel Sonata’s balls emptying beneath her hands, feel the already-broad shaft between her lips swelling even further as the contents rushed, hot and viscous, into her mouth for her to swallow like a good little slut.

‘Good,’ ‘little’ and ‘slut’ were not words she’d ever thought of herself as before, individually or together. Her mind paused at the thought, though her body kept right on with the sucking and the fondling like stopping would have hurt. She wasn’t being good, she was lavishing her efforts on Sonata’s member for the purely selfish reasons of needing to get fucked and craving Sonata’s cum, and…

Oh. That rather pointed towards ‘slut,’ though, didn’t it? Definitely the word of the three she objected to least, but even then, it wasn’t like she couldn’t live without being stuffed full of dick. She’d lasted a long time without it this morning already, after all! And she just wanted Sonata horny enough to fuck her, she wasn’t actually all that fussed if Sonata came or not, feeling the sticky warm torrent of seed coating the walls of her throat as she swallowed every drop, or taking Sonata’s whole choking length into her throat to bring it as close as possible to pumping all that precious cum directly into Aria’s stomach, where she’d feel it churn away…

‘Good little slut’ wasn’t nearly enough for Aria at that moment, she had to admit. That morning, she was Sonata’s personal cumbucket, loyal, eager and well-trained, and she was desperate to be used.

She hated the idea. She wanted to run. Instead she pushed herself further onto Sonata’s cock, and everything felt amazing.

Clearly Sonata thought so too, because she shifted in her seat, pushing her ass forward on the chair so she slouched more, feeding Aria more of her meat. Aria let it slide into her throat without hesitation, trying not to whimper in delight. With her face that close to Sonata’s groin, the hem of the bathrobe came down over her head, leaving her in near-darkness.

There was something humbling about that, too. Even though she knew she’d been the one to choose the situation and initiate the contact with Sonata, and had done so knowing what Sonata was wearing, it felt like Sonata had chosen to remain dressed – and casually, no less, in just her bathrobe – while Aria was decked out in lingerie like she was someone’s Christmas present.

It was like her efforts, channeling all her focus into using her body to bring Sonata pleasure, wrapping her lips around Sonata’s shaft in ways she knew would leave anyone else a gibbering wreck, weren’t even worth Sonata getting undressed for. Aria was on her knees taking care of Sonata’s throbbing cock, massaging it with her throat, the part of herself she usually used for singing, talking, and generally expressing her identity, and it was nothing Sonata should get excited enough to take her clothes off over. That was just where Aria belonged.

Aria shuddered, wondering how she wasn’t flooding the room with how turned on she was.

She had all that dick in her mouth, but, now that it was there…? It wasn’t like Sonata could move much without alerting Adagio, so her cumbucket couldn’t receive the vigourous facefucking it deserved.

So it fell to Aria to pick up the slack, because the massive shaft stretching her throat, filling her mouth and making her feel so, so complete; that couldn’t be allowed to just sit there, housed but not fully tended to. There was cum still in Sonata’s balls, and that wouldn’t do. Especially when there was an Aria to fill.

Although the connection of just kneeling there, holding it inside her and feeling every twitch and throb against her tongue, would be painful to lose, Aria pushed herself slowly backwards, drawing it out of her mouth. She darted her tongue around the head once when it hung an inch in front of her face, then opened wide and took it right the way in again.

The slick shaft slid in just as firmly as before, pushing everything else to the edges and stretching her around it. The next time she leaned back, she kept the last inch inside, pausing ever so carefully to let her bottom teeth graze the base of the shaft, especially where it joined the tip.

Then she pushed her lip over her teeth again and sank back onto the almighty girth, then pulling it out again torturously soon. Back in, then out, in, out, in out, and continual cycle of between being totally satisfied with her throat claimed by Sonata’s monster, and virtually empty and needing filling again more than anything else in the world.

Faster and faster she went, keeping her head up straight so Sonata’s cock would slip right down Aria’s throat each time with minimal resistance. The muscles in her neck burned, but the stretch in her throat was worse, as was the ache in her jaw, too long opening much wider than it was intended to.

That was bullshit. Aria’s whole purpose in life, the thing she was designed for, was to be a tight hole for stimulating something divine, and pain or biology would not make her disappoint it. And when Sonata came, and Aria’s purpose was all done, she’d cradle her stomach full of succulence and know she’d fucking earned it.

Without warning, a chair scraped across the floor behind her. Discomfort could be ignored, but the surprise made her jump.

Aria froze for a moment, and then changed tack. She pushed herself, nose-first, as close into Sonata’s groin as she could, taking the vast length down her throat and keeping it there. She held her breath, because a faithful cocksleeve didn’t need to breathe, but it did need to keep track of Adagio’s footsteps as they hit the floor and padded around the table.

In general, Adagio’s footsteps came in only two volumes, depending on whether she was wearing heels or not, and these – barefoot – were the kind so soft Aria only picked up on them through centuries of familiarity.

And they were heading for Sonata’s side of the table!

There was nothing for it. With a loss like she was amputating one of her own limbs, Aria dragged her slutty mouth off Sonata’s cock, wondering how fate could be so purposefully cruel to her as to interrupt her attempts at cum guzzling for a second time that morning. She quickly used a thumb and forefinger to make a ring at the base of the shaft and drag it forwards, clearing off all the excess spit which might drip to the floor.

And then, heartbroken, Aria let go of that mighty pillar of her existence, and shrank towards the middle of the table, further out of view from wherever Adagio might halt.

And sure enough, the footsteps stopped behind Sonata’s chair. And then Adagio’s voice spoke the most terrible words Aria had ever heard.

“Sonata, can I borrow you for a few minutes in the other room?”