Me in You, You in Me

Some days, Aria quite enjoyed shambling out of bed intent on doing absolutely nothing. She’d actually started getting dressed, figuring she might like to go out later or something, but got bored partway through and flopped down onto her big, fancy leather office chair in a T-shirt and panties. She propped up her cheek on her palm, rummaging about her cluttered desk for her mouse and headset; wasting the day playing video games sounded positively peachy to her.

Which made the sound of her door swinging open set her alight with fuming anger. She clenched her teeth, stared resolutely forward intent on ignoring her invaders as long as she could.

Something wrenched on her chair. Her eyes flung wide open; her mouth gaped, a curse on the tip of her tongue as she spun sharply in place—

—which never made it out. She was choking, suddenly; breath vanished from her mouth. All she saw, mere inches from her face, was a wall of toned yellow midriff.

“What the fuck?!” she tried to shout, but her stuffed mouth made it come as an angry muffle. Something warm and thick throbbed. The realization that Adagio had gone and rammed her cock straight into her throat left her in a state of quiet shock.

“Don’t. You. Fucking dare—” Adagio’s voice came out as a husky, guttural growl. She seized a handful of Aria’s hair in a fist, squeezing her head somehow closer still to her own loins. “—use that tone on me.”

Aria instinctively tried to pull back; Adagio wrenched her head roughly back into place.

Just as Aria was considering bringing her teeth to bear, she saw blue hands slithering around Adagio’s waist and stomach. Sonata appeared, pressing her boobs into Adagio’s back, hugging her from behind. “Dagi’s had a really bad day,” Sonata cooed, tenderly kissing Adagio’s neck, snaking a hand up Adagio’s shirt.

Adagio let out a soft moan, peeking over her shoulder at Sonata, a smile playing on her lips. She almost looked content, but only for an instant before she bucked her hips, first driving them back into Sonata, who flinched and yelped, then savagely shoving her engorged dick so far into Aria’s throat her balls slapped Aria’s chin.

Aria fought a strong urge to bite down. Anger, molten and blazing, poured through her veins.

But she locked eyes with Sonata, who, biting her lip and offering an apologetic frown, gave her A Look. Then she went straight back to Adagio, again pressing into her back and letting her hands roam across Adagio’s stomach.

Then she gave Aria another Look. “Please? She really needs this,” it seemed to say, so laced it was with concern and innocent caring.

A grumble rumbled up in Aria’s throat. She had a moment to herself; Sonata had started hoisting Adagio’s shirt up, and it always took a moment to get Adagio’s top off with all her hair—and then another to dig out the clasp of her bra.

She could’ve used the moment to get herself free, she supposed. But… it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Adagio’s temper was an explosive thing, when she was pushed, and as demeaning as it was to have a cock jammed into her throat with no warning and just sit there and take it…

Adagio would be a ticking time bomb for the rest of the day if she didn’t get to let off some stress, and who the fuck wanted to deal with that?

The moment had passed. Adagio, topless as of a second ago, paused to stretch, rolling her neck, tightening her grip on Aria’s hair, and peeling her lips back into a leering grin. “I knew I could count on you,” she hissed; her voice was sharp, seething, quietly vicious.

She drew back, sliding her cock almost all the way out of Aria’s mouth before reversing direction and thrusting it back in. Aria shook, jolted by the impact, but she remained where she sat, balling her hands into fists.

Fucking pride.

If it weren’t for that pride of hers, she could’ve maybe found something to enjoy. The thick, musky scent of Adagio’s loins reeked of hot sex, and the way Adagio’s unrestrained tits bounced each time she thrust her hips forward could’ve been sensually mesmerizing if Aria let it.

And, if she were to really relax, there was something exhilarating about it all. Some tension, some delicious excitement that came with the uncertainty of it all; her body was in Adagio’s hands, not her own, and that meant she could enjoy its every action like it was an unexpected twist in the ever-growing novel that was her life.

She tried to let go of her pride, then. Stop thinking of what it all meant and live in the moment; she focused on the hypnotic motions of Adagio’s plump, excited breasts, the rippling impact of Adagio’s thrusts, the heavy cocktail of scents filling the air, the groans and grunts that spilled forth from Adagio’s mouth as she thrust and Sonata explored her body, showered her neck and shoulders with kisses, massaged her back with her own hefty breasts…

Aria shivered, even though the sweat. A chill ran down her spine, even as she felt like she’d been dropped next to a furnace. She squeezed her thighs together, acutely aware of her clit throbbing, of her needy, lonely cunt drooling, of ravenous hunger blooming in her core.

When she’d started suckling on Adagio’s cock, she wasn’t sure. She only realized it when Adagio came to a pause, opened her mouth wide and let out a smug cackle. “There we go,” she said, leering down with a lusty gleam in her eyes.

She stepped back, dragging her dick out of Aria’s mouth with a wet popping sound. Aria mewled, despite herself; seeing that cock out in open air, it and her going unattended, was torturous.

“Sonata?” Adagio snapped her fingers, turned expectantly, flicked her head towards the bed. “I want to see her tits.”

Electric excitement coursed through Aria’s spine. Sonata pulled her up to her feet, but she didn’t need to work hard. She was blinded, briefly, by a flurry of fabric rushing up past her head, then stung by chilly air nipping at her naked chest, then tantalized by the sight of Adagio crawling onto the bed, sprawling out on it like she hadn’t stolen it right in front of its owner, propping herself up on her elbows, presenting her peerless beauty and mighty cock as if they were symbols of her dominance.

“Take the rest off while you’re at it,” Adagio said, almost as an afterthought. Sonata complied straight away, roughly yanking down Aria’s panties, baring her aching cunt to Adagio’s plundering gaze.

Aria shivered, standing as naked as the other two were. No matter how she insisted, for the sake of her own ego, that she and Adagio were peers, there was always a faint rush of excitement when Adagio looked at her like that; such was Adagio’s charisma that even sirens could feel self-conscious when confronted by her, and that lent her acknowledgment—her approval—of Aria’s body no small amount of weight.

“Well?” Adagio shifted her posture, lying on her back, spreading her legs just slightly, clicking her fingers and then pointing them at the thick cock between her legs. “Pick up where you left off.”

There was Aria’s pride, rearing its ugly head again. She fought off rising hackles, making her way forwards and focusing on appreciating what lay in front of her. Once she was on the bed, she shuffled forwards on her hands and knees, nestling between Adagio’s legs, once again sitting face-to-face with that cock.

No sooner than she’d opened her mouth, a hand seized her by the hair and mashed her head down on it. For the second time that day, her mouth went from empty to thoroughly stuffed before she could blink. Warm, throbbing flesh filled her mouth up, while a salty scent of sweat and fluids assaulted her nostrils.

She looked up, hoping to glare daggers into Adagio’s eyes, but the elder siren was occupied; Sonata crawled onto her, straddling her stomach, letting herself be dragged down into a forceful kiss.

And that spurred Aria’s pride, but in a more productive way.

Don’t you fucking dare steal the spotlight, Sonata.

She engaged her tongue, lifting it to give Adagio’s shaft a probing lick. Immediately, she was rewarded by a twitch and a gasp; she would’ve smirked, if her lips weren’t far too stretched to make shapes.

As she started to swirl her tongue, a low moan caressed her ears, and the pressure on her head relaxed, just slightly. She used that little scrap of freedom to start bobbing her head; her hands darted up to handle the bits of shaft and balls her retreating head left unattended.

When she looked up, and saw Adagio and Sonata fully making out, wet smacks and husky moans and everything, each with at least a handful of soft, jiggly tit to squeeze and play with, Aria smoldered. Anger, arousal, competitive pride and raw, brutal lust raged inside her. Her core lit up, waves of heat sweeping through her body with each second her vagina remained lonely.

She wanted that cock inside her. She wanted something in her, something rough and hard and big and savage. She wanted to feel it ramming into her.

There was nothing like the thought of eventually getting properly fucked to make her more keen on sucking dick. She swirled her tongue, bobbed her head, crammed as much of that pulsating meat into her mouth as she could, cradled and fondled shaft and balls with her hands wherever she could. And, amidst the soft moans and smacks raining down from above, she heard low, husky groans interjected, eventually saw one of Adagio’s eyes peeling from Sonata’s fat tits to settle on the one giving her the blowjob of a lifetime.

“You—” Adagio’s breath hitched; she trailed off into a gasp, rocked her hips in time to Aria’s ministrations “—you know what? Let’s…” She sucked in a long breath, purring as Sonata caught a nipple in her lips and suckled on it. “... do something different.”

Excitement ran through Aria’s veins.

Adagio grabbed Aria’s head and lifted; her cock popped out of Aria’s mouth, remaining connected briefly by a string of spittle. “You,” Adagio said, “up here.”

The directions she provided were more physical than audible. She wrenched Aria towards the headboard, gripped her by the shoulders, flipped her onto her back… pinned her down and pressed a rough, but short, kiss.

“You’ve been very good,” Adagio said when she broke away. Her face was only inches away from Aria’s, her breath a blast of hot air on Aria’s cheeks. Their bodies entwined, naked flesh on naked flesh. “You deserve… a little break.”

It was the cruel gleam that came to Adagio’s eye that made Aria tense.

Adagio sat upright, turned, dragged Sonata over, planted a hand on Sonata’s back and shoved her down. Sonata fell forward over Aria, catching herself on her palms, arms straddling Aria’s head. She stood on all fours, shaking her head dazedly, locking eyes with Aria.

A moment later, Sonata arched her back and cried out.

Aria watched, with wide eyes, Adagio standing on her knees behind Sonata, gripping the blue girl’s hips with both hands and grunting as she pushed her cock inside.

There were times when Aria actually thought that Adagio wasn’t so bad. One night, less than a month ago, they had a lovely night on the couch together; they’d turned on the TV, watched for a bit, then Aria got bored, wiggled out of her pants, and traded a handjob for a sensual, caring fingering. Nights like that, Adagio could almost be tender.

There must have been a quota of some kind. Some kind of careful ratio Adagio maintained, a balance of days where she was nice and days she decided to take whatever scraps of generosity lay in her heart, fuck them in the ass until they couldn’t walk, and then cuntpunt them out the window.

Aria clenched her teeth.

She noticed everything. The way Adagio leered down at her, keeping her hands firmly digging into Sonata’s hips as if daring Aria—or “you little bitch,” as Adagio’s eyes called her—to do something about it. The way Adagio’s thrusts rippled throughout the entirety of Sonata’s svelte frame, culminating in unabashedly lewd moans leaping out of a lolling head.

The way Sonata’s massive tits, suspended right above Aria’s face, so plump and soft Aria just wanted to squeeze them forever, jiggled and bounced and thrashed about.

Aria couldn’t look at anything without getting angry. It was like every sight in the bedroom had started waving a bright neon sign proclaiming “Sonata’s getting fucked!”

She was already horny as fuck; her pussy ached, yearned for cock, throbbed insistently as long as Adagio cruelly neglected it.

Fuck you, Adagio.

Her hand balled into a fist. She glared up at Adagio’s smug face and wished she could punch it—fuck Adagio’s bad day or whatever; she wanted to make it so much worse.

The issue, of course, and the only reason she stayed her hand, was that there was exactly one dick in the house. And the way things were going, she’d probably combust if she didn’t get it in her by the end of the night.

Her fingers were making a damn good effort, though. They’d found slick dampness when they reached her loins, and daggers of electric pleasure rushed through her when they traced circles around her folds. Her hips rocked, desperately seeking something, anything, to hump, and found the heel of her palm.

She grit her teeth, clenched the fist that wasn’t being used on herself, and watched. Watched Adagio pound into Sonata again and again and again and again and again… the bawdy symphony of just the sort of fucking she craved drove her to madness, saw her fingers brutalizing her cunt. She groaned, squirming where she lay, glaring upwards into Sonata’s sweat-slicked face, so twisted by ecstasy that Aria loathed to listen.

Her lips didn’t quite shut Sonata up. She reached out with her free hand, dragging Sonata’s head down, sloppily mashing their mouths together. Sonata was barely lucid, reciprocating Aria’s passionate smacks with sleepy, instinct-driven kisses. And Aria’s fingers shlicked wetly, popping in and out and in and out and in and out. She could feel each of Adagio’s thrusts, sense it in how it made Sonata quiver and tremble. She fixated on that rumble, dreamed that she was experiencing it for herself, lived vicariously by piggybacking on Sonata’s riding of it.

A particularly rough, heavy thrust jostled Sonata; the kiss ended. Aria peered towards Adagio, relenting in her fingering of herself only briefly.

You cunt.

The next few moments saw her staring transfixed by what little she could see of Adagio’s hips and cock. It was hardly anything, really, with Sonata in the way like that. But Aria had a good enough idea of what a horny, fucking Adagio looked like, and with all the sounds coming from down there, she visualized it quite clearly.

She panted, pumping her fingers.

Wondering.

Adagio had been viciously horny, when she’d come into Aria’s room that day—thinking of how she’d expressed those urges made Aria scowl and vent her anger through her fingers. If she was that badly worked up, maybe…

Aria panted again, mewling quietly as she forced her fingers out of her trembling cunt. She squirmed her way down the bed, chiding herself for being so damn thoughtful.

Adagio, very few knew, got… a particular way, when she was deep enough in the throes of passion. Some days, she just wouldn’t be able to cum otherwise; she’d fuck Sonata and Aria both senseless and still have to settle for rubbing one out herself when she was still thrusting after they both collapsed.

Which meant that, if Aria wanted that day of sex to ever come to an end…

She spied a lock of dangling hair, whipping about in time with Adagio’s thrusts and grunts. Licking her lips, Aria grabbed it, got a good fistful, gave it a sharp yank.

A whip of a head, a hissed curse. Aria paled; she watched Adagio pop right out of Sonata, shove the blue girl forwards, glare down at Aria.

“Aria…” Adagio’s voice was sharp, like a knife’s point gliding perilously over Aria’s skin. “... you always—always—” The room went silent and deathly still, save for Adagio’s lithe, pantherish body stalking closer to Aria “—think of the sweetest things.”

Aria blinked, let out a breath, relaxed her shoulders—

—yelped and lurched when Adagio’s palm smacked her right in the cunt. Stinging pain exploded through her, competing with residual arousal to leave her squirming, unsated, and spluttering.

“But you could work on your manners. And your timing,” Adagio said. Then she sat back, eyes flicking between Aria and Sonata, who sat meekly still far away from Aria on the bed. Adagio’s attention settled on Aria. “But I bet you’d like to return the favor, right? I haven’t been very nice to you today…” She turned over sensually, sitting on all fours, arching her back, wiggling her ass—her dripping, shiny cock swung back and forth like a pendulum. “So I’d go with a nice, big one.”

Aria nursed her stinging pussy with her fingers, but grinned as she reached under the bed and groped about for her box of toys.