A Taste of Different Tunes...

“So you plowed Sonata,” Adagio began, lounging on her bed beside the man.

Nodding, trying and failing not to get a boner, he fidgeted in place. “Mmmhmm.”

“And Aria screwed your brains out,” she continued, the corner of her lips turning up ever so slightly.

“Y...yeah,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks darken.

“Well then, since you’ve gotten to sample what we have to offer, I’ll leave it up to you,” she purred, reclining onto her back.

She’d been naked when she entered the room, boldly showing herself off without a care in the world, which made it hard not to appreciate the godly body she had. Somewhere between her friends, being simultaneously defined yet with curves in all the right places, she looked absolutely ravishing. The woman had a huge rack, an enormous cock, and an angelic face - in short, he was as close to perfect as anyone could ever get.

Gazing down at her supine form, noting the smug expression on her face, he threw his inhibitions to the wind. He’d already done things most men wouldn’t dare to do, and there was no going back, so he saw no harm in helping himself to more. Leaning over, pressing his face to her well-trimmed tuft of pubic hair, he filled his lungs with her ambrosial scent.

As happy as he would have been to lavish her package with affection, it seemed as though she had other plans - at least, for the time being. Softly hooking a hand under his face, turning him towards herself, she guided him up her body. Over her flat belly, past her heaving bosoms, and towards her heavenly visage he moved, until his lips were a hair’s breadth from hers.

“If I may, perhaps we should start with…” she trailed off, locking him in a deep, passionate kiss.

While he hadn’t anticipated kicking things off on such a romantic note, the affection gave him an idea. Hotly making out with her, wrestling his tongue with hers, he shifted his lower half around. If she was game for anything, maybe she wouldn’t mind if they both got a little mutualistic opening act.

Pulling away, kissing his way down her neck, chest, and abdomen, he moved back towards her loins. Her growing erection was inspiring, mutely calling to him for attention, as he slowly straddled her head. Running his tongue around the rounded tip of her shaft, slipping her into his mouth, he trembled - not from feeling her silken cock flesh against his tongue, but from the sensation of her pouting lips against his backside.

He’d already used some of their magical lubricant on himself, courtesy of Aria, so he was as ready as he’d ever be to get railed out - in fact, he was hoping to get just that. He’d loved his time with Sonata, but being plowed like a field in spring had been an eye opening experience. Eagerly bobbing his head, applying vacuum on his backstrokes, he sucked her off with reckless abandon.

“My my, aren’t we the ambitious one,” she purred, momentarily pausing from frenching his tush.

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed, without slowing whatsoever.

A day ago, he hadn’t even known dickgirls were an actual thing - then again, he hadn’t realized sirens existed either - yet there he was, sucking one off like a seasoned veteran. Taking a deep breath, priming his lungs, he relaxed his throat and forced his head forward. Though it took a bit of effort, after a failed attempt or two, he managed to work her into his throat.

Though she could have kicked back and enjoyed the blowjob, Adagio gave as good as she got. Worming her thick tongue into his rump, she loosened his ass and tickled his prostate. It felt absolutely fantastic, as good or better than having his dick played with, and he was secretly glad that she’d selected that part of him over his manhood. As she sank her fingers into his tush, ensuring he couldn’t escape, he continued fellating her as best he could.

Savoring the oral, seemingly pushing one another to see who broke first, they only reluctantly ground to a halt. Judging from how hard she was, rivaling that of a steel bar, he knew she was ready for more - not like he was in any better condition, with his little love button throbbing and begging to be pummeled into submission. Twisting his head to the side, after clearing his airway, he peered back towards her face.

“You want to - uh -” he faltered, hesitant to say what he was longing for.

She shrugged, grinning coyly down at him, while she lovingly kneaded his cheeks in her hands. “You tell me. As far as I’m concerned, I’d be happy doing whatever your little heart desires.”

The sultry tone, the amorous look in her eyes, and the confident, almost cavalier energy she radiated nearly made him swoon. Sonata had been a fun and carefree lover, Aria was brash and somewhat overbearing, but Adagio - Adagio was something altogether different. The giantess was the sum of all her fantastic parts, bearing breathtaking traits of both body and mind, and he could easily see himself falling for her. Averting his gaze, forcing himself to regain focus, he clambered off her, turned around, and rolled onto his back.

As embarrassing as it was, situated near the center of her mattress, he lifted his legs, parted his thighs, and shamefully presented himself. From the very get-go, after their kiss, he knew they’d have to do it facing one another. Thinking back to his time with Aria, as Adagio shifted beside him, he realized something - there was a very real chance that he was a hopeless butt-slut. Rolling over and looming over him, with her hands to either side of his head, the giantess playfully slid her monstrous, meaty log over his equipment.

“Looks like someone likes to bottom,” she softly taunted. Bringing the head of her cock to his entrance, causing his pucker to wink, she brought her mouth to the side of his head. “That’s ok,” she whispered, licking his ear, “I’ll let you top next round…”

Snapping his legs around her waist, he impulsively hauled her forward. While he doubted he actually had the strength to move her, he couldn’t control himself - still, despite his impetuous actions, she didn’t seem to mind. Easing herself into him, with a grace and softness belying her size, she ground into his depths.

Reaching upward, tenderly draping his arms over her neck, he shuddered. Though she’d only just sank into him, he was already leaking pre-cum like a busted faucet. Flexing his legs, hoping to pull her deeper, his trepidation evaporated outright. He wanted everything she had to give, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he got just that.

In and out, forward and back - each plunge drove her incrementally deeper into her comparably little lover. “You really are amazing,” she cooed, smiling at his blushing face. “You know, you’re even cuter when I’m fucking you.”

Sweet stars above, he wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact that he was more flustered than he’d ever been, or that he wanted her to keep flattering him. Fumbling for a pillow, hoping to hide his shameful expression, she caught his wrist. Held in place, while she grew ever closer to bottoming out, she locked eyes with him.

“I really can’t let you do that,” she quietly tutted, as he hips moved faster and faster.

“Do - Nnngh - do what?” he murmured, subconsciously bucking up to meet her pounding hips.

“I have to see that beautiful face of yours - after all, this was your idea,” she breathed.

Before he could think of something to say, let alone move a muscle, she struck. Her head shot forward, kissing him deeply, as she changed the angle of her thrusts; though the shift was relatively subtle, the difference was night and day. Her length had simply been teasing his p-spot, until that point, but the sensitive little organ was quickly crushed by her monumental appendage. He didn’t think it was possible for a guy to cum so hard and so fast, but the move did him in almost immediately.

Moaning into her mouth, feeling his backdoor spasm around her pistoning length, he came over his stomach. His eyes drifted closed, as they made out. Their experience wasn’t like his casual sex with Sonata, or the brutal fucking with Aria - no, this was something more, something romantic. Forcing his body to obey, fiercely pulling at her with his legs, his hands wandered to her breasts.

If she was going to be a gentle lover for him, he’d do everything in his power to please her. Blindly fumbling for her nipples, it took him a second to find the twin buds of flesh. Delicately pinching and twisting her teats, feeling her tense, he knew he had her. Unfortunately for him, his added affection worked a little too well.

While she had been taking her time, only gradually ratcheting up the intensity, his provocation apparently flipped a switch. The tenderness disappeared, giving way to something primal and ferocious. He kept his eyes closed, unwilling to break their kiss, as she railed him like a jackhammer. The transition was staggeringly intense - so intense that he only noticed too late that something preternatural was occurring.

The first sign that something was wrong came when he felt how sharp her teeth were, far sharper than any human’s ought to have been, but that realization only tipped him off to other oddities. Her skin was rough and course, her grunts grew deeper and more sonorous, and he could swear her cock was getting bigger and longer by the second. By the time he opened his eyes, feeling something protruding from her back, it was too late.

Staring into the face of her actual form, he froze. Gone was the tall, alluring amazoness he’d entered the room with, replaced by a gargantuan, vaguely equine aquatic creature. Covered in golden scales, with her legs apparently having merged into a long, flippered tail, her appearance would have been frightful, had it not been for the wounded look she bore. Staring into his eyes, slowing to a halt, it was obvious that something was wrong.

Anon glowered, releasing her bosom and grasping her face, as he held her gaze. His best guess was that she hadn’t meant for him to see her that way, possibly fearful by how he’d respond, but it wasn’t necessary in the slightest. She was still gorgeous, still as exotic and charming as she’d ever been, and he needed her to know that.

Giving her the slightest peck on the nose, he beamed up at her. “Don’t stop, Beautiful,” he faintly whispered, before locking lips with her yet again.

She went rigid, if only for a moment, before her passion reignited like a supernova. Rutting him with everything she had, she unleashed her full amorous might upon him. She really had been holding back, even when she had appeared human, although things had changed. With his blessing, seeing and hearing his acceptance of what she truly was, she let loose.

He’d thought he knew what being screwed felt like, but being fucked by the primeval form of a siren was leagues more intense than he could’ve imagined. While he couldn’t exactly see how her endowment had changed, it sure as hell felt like her shaft was nearly worming its way to his stomach. Groaning, sinking his fingernails into her back, it was all he could do to weather the sexual onslaught.

His first climax was met by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he ultimately lost count. It should have been impossible for someone to experience such heights of rapture, but he did so all the same. As his exquisitely dreadful lover grew frantic, losing her steady rhythm and devolving into a frenzied series of thrusts, he realized her time had come.

Rearing back, pressing his cheek to hers, he drew a breath. “I...inside.”

And just like that, the dam broke. There was no way what was being pumped into him was just spunk, not with the repeated sensation of soft, round things working through her length. While he couldn’t fully grasp what was happening, knowing she’d claimed him gave him his biggest orgasm yet. Braying to the heavens, feeling his gut distend and bloat with her gift, he nearly fainted.

As her climax slowly tapered off, holding her forelimbs around him, she rolled onto her back and brought him onto her belly. He couldn’t rightly say when she’d begun kissing him again, but he discovered her long, serpent-like tongue writhing around in his maw. Embracing her, as she held him to her chest, he reared back and drunkenly smiled.

“W...what was that,” he sputtered, peeking down at his swollen stomach.

“A clutch of eggs,” she somewhat bashfully replied, lowering her gaze, “and maybe a gallon or two of seed to go with them.”

“Wait,” he blurted, pressing a hand to his abdomen, “like a seahorse?”

She shrugged, honestly looking a bit bashful about the revelation. “If it bothers you, we have a potion that-”

“This is so cool,” he interrupted, prodigy his gut and feeling several of the slimy ovum in his colon. “Can all of you do that?”

Her surprise gave way to the biggest, fang-filled grin he’d ever seen, as she craned her neck up towards him. “Well, if you stick around a while, you might just find out…”