Sometimes, you have your good days, and then you have your bad days.
The good days are easy to see for what they are: the world around you seems to flow like a river, a current that everyone rides together and is at peace. The traffic to work is easygoing, not even a car horn heard from home to your destination. Your coworkers get along, they laugh, and the customers don’t give you reason to grind your teeth or bite your tongue. Your whole body feels like there’s a little glow inside, enough to put a pep in your step and keep your head up the whole time you look out around you, taking in the world as it is. It’s delightful, like seeing everything through the rose-tinted glasses people chastise you about but it’s an honest pair of glasses, not the cheap two dollar pair you got from a carnival stand.
But then comes the bad days. Those days where you feel like everything’s trying to spit in your face and insult your wardrobe. You wake up late for work and manage a half-assed attempt to dress well, and have to fight a rambunctious traffic rush where, heaven forbid, those school kids just gotta get on the bus at every single corner of the road and you can’t pass the bus because it’s a one way street. And when you finally make it to work, you try to brush past the passive aggressive scolding from your boss and work double time to make up for being late to your coworkers, and at least one of them is out sick again today. Which is funny, since just a day ago they apparently had their third grandmother’s funeral to go to.
Needless to say, for Aria Blaze, the bad days are the worst.
The entire ride home was quiet save for the garbled static of the radio. Her vehicle wasn’t the best car, but it got her from point A to point B well enough.The red paint was a little rusted here and there, especially on the hood, but she’d argue it just meant the car had character. More character than the piece of crap day she’d endured thus far. Bad enough to be late to work, but every other customer seemed to have a stick up their rear far enough to make anyone around them grouchy. Having them all in the same room barking for their hit of caffeine? It felt more like a war zone than a coffee shop job.
A red stoplight gave her a moment to rest her forehead on the driver’s wheel, a sigh slipping by her lips. If it were possible, she’d try to yell in frustration just to vent out all the irritation and stress from the day now far behind her. But there was a glaring issue with that that comes along with being who she was. Even with a year past gone, the sting of defeat at the hands of those prissy little teens still haunted her spirit. Worse still, with her magic broken, she couldn’t charm the world around her as she and her sisters had gotten accustomed to doing. It meant reinventing themselves again, for…heaven knows how many times they’ve done it. When you’ve been around for several hundred years, you tend to lose count.
The loss of her voice was a painful consequence of defeat. Regular speech was almost too hard, and being rendered mute made for a vastly difficult time trying to secure employment. Fortunately, it seemed humanity in this world took mercy on such conditions.
She left the intersection behind once the light changed and made for home, which was a relief to see. For the time being, the trio of Sirens were staying in contact, but each had wandered on a different path for both safety and out of necessity. Adagio was trying to heal her voice and make a comeback in some fashion, though revenge on the Rainbooms seemed highly unlikely by herself. Sonata was trying to turn a new leaf, having found some degree of success in working with children as a teacher’s assistant.
Exactly how the ditzy one of the three could land such a secure job was beyond Aria, lest the job application involved things happening under the administration’s desk.
As for Aria, she was still working the occasional spare odd job to supplement her income. Her aim to try and be a gym manager hadn’t quite panned out yet. Turns out you can’t just expect to turn hundreds of years of living in an ancient equestrian society into work experience so easily. You apparently needed things like previous work experience, and even a college degree in some cases. She had to scoff at it; as if any of their flimsy paper documents could match to her knowledge of mortal musculature and how best to manipulate it. When she had her way, she could make her lessers bend to her will. Quite literally at that.
Pulling into her parking spot for her apartment building and making her way up the stairs brought the Siren back to the present. Her shoulders ached as did her back, and her spirit felt all the more lagged in maintaining a forced smile all day long. Thankfully, it was over with. Unlocking the door and stepping inside, she closed the door and the rest of the world out behind her. The apartment itself was actually fairly well kept, if a little small. One bedroom, one bath, with a connected kitchen and living room space. The wooden floor creaked a little under her bare feet as she stepped into the lit kitchen, where someone was standing over the stove.
“Now, just a pinch of salt and a little spice…oh! Aria!” The face that turned to greet her was a handsome one, she could admit, and had a smile that even made her usually sour outlook sweeten. Clad in a pair of shorts and white t-shirt, as well as a fitting cooking apron tied around his back, her roommate stopped his actions to face her. Beside him was a simmering pot which bore an aroma of food that made Aria’s hunger immediately wake up. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be in.”
Aria’s hands moved in a series of gestures, a silent communication she’d long had mastered even when she’d had her voice. “Work finished early today. What do you have cooking?”
“Well, I thought today I might make one of your old favorites. You always did tell me you enjoyed seafood more than other things. This is supposed to be Southern Styled Shrimp and Veggies. Or so it said on the box.” He replied.
“Try to make sure you don’t burn it. Shrimp is hard to eat if it’s like rubber.”
He only chuckled and turned back to the stove to work, leaving Aria to watch him for a moment before moving to the living room. Cal O’Reiley, or Cal as he often went by, was a lucky find for the purple-tinted Siren. Digging for potential roommates had led her to him, and he was a gold mine of good fortune. Patient, with a practiced learning of sign language and other languages, and a physical therapist to boot. He was a great companion and a valuable individual who was one of the main reasons Aria wasn’t stuck out on the streets.
When they had first met, Aria had been a little stubborn about boarding with a guy she couldn’t verbally argue at or try to boss around. He always seemed to just be…compliant, and willing to work with her. His awareness of her lack of voice surprised her when he demonstrated an understanding of sign language, making it much easier for her to talk with him and actually connect with another soul without a service counter in front of her. His warm approach to her and genuine support of her goal to be a gym manager allowed him to work his way into her heart. On Christmas Day, he had actually asked her out.
To her surprise, she’d said yes. And she had not regretted it ever since. Though getting that to be an admission by her would require steel pliers and various other devices of force.
The twin-tailed Siren had kept her rather trouble-seeking past under the carpet for the most part. It was better to break away from all that negativity for her own sake, even if it would feel so very rewarding to wipe the smiles off the Rainbooms’ faces. Still, let them consider her and her sisters bested: the less trouble to worry about, the better. Sinking into the sofa made her let out a soft sigh before reaching up to squeeze her shoulder through her work shirt. The stiff muscle there gave little in terms of easing up, making her face scrunch up as all the rest of her weary muscles seemed to synchronize in one chorus of pain.
Another hand joined hers, and easily wove itself between her fingers to hold her limb as she laid there. Opening her eyes found her seeing Cal in an upside down manner, while he watched her. His gray-colored eyes peered into her mulberry purple own, making her pout on reflex.
“Rough day, hun?” He asked.
She nodded and let go to speak, while his hand stayed put. “Everyone was so rude today. It’s like the entire day was set up to wind me up. This is the first time in the whole day it’s been calm.”
Cal nodded. “Sounds like you’ve had your fill and then some. Anything I can do?”
Aria thought for a moment. “Can we burn down the coffee place?”
“Touch too illegal to do that, sorry.” His apology was marred with the humored grin on his lips, making Aria huff.
“You never let me do anything fun.”
“On the contrary. I distinctly recall someone enjoying as many days as they wanted at the beach just a couple months ago.”
“Don’t act like you didn’t. You got to see all of this,” she paused to gesture at her lean figure, “in a swimsuit.
“And I’m just ever so grateful,” he replied, bringing his other hand to rest on her shoulder, “but you don’t need to do it for me. I’m here for you. Lean forward a little.”
She did as he instructed, and felt his fingers start to try and weave their personal magic into her weary self. His massage skills were something she’d uncovered one day after complaining of a sore back (and making a personal note to never do warehouse work ever again). However, those pains in her back soon melted away under Cal’s effective touch. His fingers and hands soon had her feeling like she could melt into the sofa, and certainly made her more open minded of what else those fingers could do.
Right now, however, they seemed to be a little dulled in their effectiveness. Maybe it was the overall strain from the past few days, but something just wasn’t clicking right. It was enough to make her bring a hand up to stop him, the pause itself feeling almost odd as she looked up again.
“Can I lay down?”
“Of course.”
He went to check on the food in the kitchen for a moment, giving Aria time to unbutton and fling away the work shirt she’d had on since that morning. Without it covering her, only a sleeveless t-shirt kept her decent. Her bare arms flexed for a moment, reflecting the dedication Aria had to maintaining her physique. Her muscles were defined, but not bulging, carrying strength in herself that she sought. Sonata and Adagio weren’t so much for the physical side of health, but then again, they both had some help from genetics to help their looks. Aria had to work with what she had.
Her self inspection was interrupted as Cal returned, the cooking apron left behind in the kitchen. “Don’t worry; the seafood’s moved aside and settled. No fires in our house today.”
Aria snorted. “Thank you. I like having no smoke in my house.”
“Same here, hun. Now aren’t you supposed to be laying down, I thought?”
She gave a soft scoff at his suggestion, but did it anyway. It only took a few moments between her lying flat down on the sofa’s cushions before his hands returned, this time moving slowly along her sides before beginning to knead and work at her torso. It always took a bit to get her to settle in with it, but Cal was skilled at what he did. Some of the strain from earlier was starting to loosen up, and she allowed her mind to wander. He’s done this before for her, and a lovely recollection she kept to her private self rose to mind.
They had been at the beach, and Cal had taken to doing her sunscreen on her back for her. She could trust him to not be too handsy in public, and relished the way his fingers slid along her firm backside. Without a swimsuit top in the way to interfere, he could do a continuous slow stroke that seemed to coax out every little bit of anxiety or worry she had. Heat rose in her cheeks a little as she remembered the tantalizing tease of his digits running along her shoulders, moving down to the firm lines of her muscles…
And then suddenly, there was a horrible screech as a monstrous face rose in the sand beside her, its distorted visage opening it’s maw to bellow, “WHERE IS MY MOCHA CAFE LATTE WITH CHOCOLATE AND-”
Aria’s whole figure seemed to snap into a locked position, and Cal’s hands stopped as he felt her tense up under him. “...whoa.” He said, and Aria gave a frustrated growl from underneath him. Before she could start flinging pillows in frustration, however, he was there like a soothing balm, taking hold of her wrists and effectively pinning her in place with his form draped over hers. Sometimes she disliked this method, this simplistic mortal means of restraint. And yet, the sensation of his firm body so close to hers made her almost move back to press into him better. A hunger that burned deep inside like a flame that sparked to life after nothing but silence.
“You know…I’m kinda picking up an idea here.” Cal said softly, whispering in her ear. She shivered; he always knew how to work her up in ways he might not even know about. A silent look over her shoulder had her staring into his gray pools.
“Work today was stressful. You always tell me it’s rough in there, and anyone who’s anyone knows customer service is just…awful. Right?”
Another nod.
“No control, no grip on things, just tugged in every direction. I could massage you for an hour and you might still feel strung out.”
She freed her hands and shuffled about to turn, lightly batting his chin with her twin tails before facing him properly. He moved enough to let her adjust and to not let her be uncomfortable as she signed at him.
“So what’s your point?”
“I have an idea for something you might like, and it’ll be the right fix. Do you trust me?”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Of course I do, you doofus.”
He nodded and got up, leaving her to lift up with her hands and watch him move towards their bedroom. “Wait here. I have something you might like. All I need you to do is to close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”
The idea sounded almost silly, but Cal had done well enough to surprise her before. So, humoring him, the Siren closed her eyes and folded her arms, flopping back onto the sofa and waiting patiently. Her hearing let her pick up on his footsteps going into the bedroom, and the shuffle of a couple drawers inside. Aria wasn’t sure what he could’ve been hiding within, but figured it must be worth something if he asked her to wait and trust him.
Her eyes stayed closed as he returned, but she curled her lips in a curious frown as he took one of her hands and placed something in it. The texture was smoothed out, but felt lightweight in her palm. Her fingers almost placed it to be like some kind of line or string. She shuffled it a little before she heard him speak up, softly.
“Open your eyes, Aria.”
She did, and what she saw made her eyes widen and her cheeks darken. Cal was shirtless now, and had affixed a simple black collar around his neck. The collar had a leash of the same color that led to her hand, a light tug of said hand making it straighten out a little. She looked back up at him, and saw his own cheeks flush.
“How can I serve you…mistress?”
Aria sat there for a few seconds at the loaded question. And then, she smiled. A motion of her hand had more of the leash pulled, making it more taut as she then spoke back to him.
“Worship me.”
The discovery of a leash being used between them was an unexpected development, one chanced upon as an attempt at trying new things in the bedroom for fun. Aria wasn’t one to exactly go full bore into kinkyness, but just the right dash of spice could pick up anything really. Cal’s willing participation was a contributing factor, alongside an open admission of privately enjoying the idea of being under her control. For Aria, she might not have her magical voice anymore to charm individuals at her leisure, but this worked as quite the personal substitute.
It took only a couple of silent commands from her to have him undress her, shrugging away her t-shirt and pants and letting her panties follow suit as well. Her lean, toned figure was left on display as she lounged along the length of the couch: her twin-tail hair splayed over the pillow her head rested on while one arm laid at ease at her side, the other occupied with holding Cal’s leash semi-tight. The shirtless man was set to work dotting her body with loving kisses, having started at her face and lips and even - maybe - getting her to giggle as a result.
Then he moved down her collarbone, loving on her neck with tender kisses and tiny nibbles that made a trail down to her chest. While not as endowed as her sisters were, Aria still appreciated Cal’s approach in giving her body his full attention. He leaned down and kissed each darkened nipple, the puffy tips growing firm as he gave them a slow lick before suckling on them. His hands worked along her sides, the massage skills coming into play again but now with more sensuality. His fingertips would glide from her hips to up just beneath the slope of her breasts, gentle but a teasing touch that was making her body warm up.
When he did move away from her breasts, Aria opened her eyes to watch as he licked a trail from her cleavage, his tongue wet and heated against her skin, all the way down to her abdomen. Coming into contact with her four pack, he didn’t hesitate to kiss each toned muscle lovingly, and then start to play with them using his tongue. The sensation as his tongue tip circled around each spot was getting to be too much already, moreso as his hands moved down to massage her thighs. The combination had her already yearning for a more lustful act, and a tug on the leash got him to stop with his tongue just under her belly button before looking up.
“Eat my pussy. I want that tongue inside me right now.” She instructed.
He hardly needed more driving than that, but it didn’t stop Aria from moving her hand to run through his hair and push him down towards her crotch. Getting a face full of her groin only made him groan aloud, the sound echoing into her own wet tunnel before he dove right in with his tongue. She didn’t need the leash to really guide him, his own hunger on full display as he pushed his tongue deep inside her. Toes curling as he licked in a wide swath, Aria’s mouth gaped open as she breathed in deeply, exhaling and letting Cal work her up.
The leash stayed loose for now as he continued to stimulate her, pushing himself into her further and burying his nose flat against her groin, breathing in her musk and lust in equal breaths while lapping away at her wet pussy. He knew plenty of tricks to light her fire with his tongue, like the way he was oh so delightfully rubbing the roof of her pussy with his tongue tip before switching to scoot along the bottom side, the back and forth action making her start to arch her hips in tandem. When he would pull back for a momentary gasp of air, she’d grip his head hard and pull him back in.
Aria shook her head and took things a step further once he was back inside again, squeezing his head between her thighs and keeping a firm enough grip to not let him out. His face was a little flushed, but it wasn’t a lack of air that's making it happen. Aria knew he loved being entrapped between the two powerful muscles, making all of her leg day workouts worthwhile in seeing his response. He started eating her out with more vigor, the uptick in speed making her eyes roll back a little as she kept a grip on him with her thighs, rocking her hips up to grind against his oral performance.
The only way to truly tell that Aria was getting close was listening to her breaths, but for someone as experienced as Cal was with her, it was like she was singing. He turned his attention to her swollen clit, suckling on the nub and sparking pleasure from her core outwards. Her back arched as she was suddenly assaulted with an ecstasy that had been lurking inside since he started, her mouth open wide as she rapidly gasped out. Hands, desperate and needing, clapped onto his head and kept him there as he continued to lavish her sensitive clit with attention. It wasn’t just the mere effort doing it; the love and adoration he showed in his actions made it all the better. All of it for her and only her.
Aria came with nothing but a vocal whimper and continuous gasps of air, while her juices flooded into Cal’s waiting mouth. He didn’t hesitate to drink her essence, savoring every drop he got to have. Her tight grip on his head stayed put as she rode out her climax, her fingers still latched onto his head and hair before relenting as it began to ebb away. When her hold with her thighs eased up, her legs slid off him and into a wide split that left her entirely exposed before him while he rose up on his knees.
The purple-haired Siren opened her eyes to the sight of him wiping her juices away off his chest and neck, her very essence making his skin shine in the easy lighting of the living room. He beamed down at her, inviting a pleased if salacious smile back at him. Taking a moment to collect herself, the nude woman sat up and brought herself up to kiss him on the lips, the mixed taste of him and herself an alluring cocktail she enjoyed. He embraced her, grinding against her front as she felt his hard cock throb against the front of his pants.
“You’re a very good boy. Good boys get good treats if they do well.” Aria said as one of her hands came down to grope him through his pants. Just feeling him twitch against her palm was heating her up again, but before she could try to fish him out, one of his hands came down and gently held her by the wrist. Surprise covered her features as Aria looked up at him, left to watch as he lifted her hand up to his head level.
“I only want to please you, mistress Aria. Your happiness is my one and only desire today,” He told her, lowering his head a little to kiss the underside of her wrist gently, “and if I can manage that, then no other pleasure could compare.”
Aria’s purple complexion burned darkly from the compassionate statement, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. “If that’s the case, lover,” she paused to kiss his chin lightly before using her index finger to point at his groin before pointing then at her still wet pussy, “right now.”
She gave him time to get his pants undone, his hands a hurried blur as she laid back down on the sofa. This time, she laid on her front, relaxing before moving her legs a little. Her firm rear end, bearing a little curvyness but also packing some muscle, shook a little as she wiggled in place in anticipation. She didn’t have to wait long; Aria’s whole body seemed to shiver as she felt Cal take hold of her rear with one hand, slapping his cock against the valley of her ass before lining himself up.
A tug on the leash with her hand made him stop, and she peered over her shoulder to look at him as he held still, obedient and waiting. Knowing he wouldn’t move, she spoke with her hands for what she hoped would be the last time for several minutes. “I want it hard. Don’t just make love to me; show me your love.”
Aria didn’t have to wait long; the moment her head rested on the pillow she procured for herself, he penetrated her and didn’t stop going until he was fully sheathed inside. Aria allowed a groaning sound to leave her throat, deep and husky, as he filled her tight tunnel up with his thick cock. He might not have been the longest she’d ever had, given her long lifetime, but he made up for it plenty with a girth that rubbed every part of her wet cunt it touched. There was only a moment’s pause as they both adjusted and she clenched around him, squeezing his cock as he tried to pull back. Her smile only grew as his other hand joined its brother in holding onto her ass before he started rocking his hips.
If she had been measuring, it took maybe thirty seconds before they fell into a good deep rhythm of sex, the kind that she loved to have for a day like today had been. There wasn’t a need for romantic gestures and slow motions: she wanted to think of nothing but good things, to feel desired, to experience desire. Cal gave her all of that in spades as he plowed into her, working his cock into her tight nethers with grunts and audible slaps of his groin against her firm tush. His grip stayed tight on her ass, while she kept a simultaneous tight hold on the couch and his leash in separate hands.
This was exactly what she needed, to have all of her woes literally fucked right out of her mind. She had to congratulate herself on all the exercises she’d been doing, especially the kegel ones. Going off of Cal’s sounds, he was feeling it every time he thrust in of how tight and hot her pussy was around him. She felt she could almost catch ablaze from the heat they were both working up, sweat trailing down her back and front from her neck as she took every hard thrust he had to give. The thing was, Aria knew he had plenty more in him.
With a tug of his leash, his thrusts slowed, still going but allowing her to lift up and lean back into him. On instinct, he wrapped his arms around her middle, while the Siren dangled her arm back to cup the back of her lover’s head. He was panting, but watchful as she leaned up and kissed his cheek before finding his ear to nibble on. She had to muster up the energy to do it, but beckoned forth her voice to actually speak to him.
“I said. Hard.” She lustfully growled out.
The thing about Cal Aria loved is, when she gave him an order in times like this, he’d go over and beyond to fulfill it. It sometimes took her by surprise, and this time was no less different as she found herself moved into a new position. Now she had her ass lifted up, head down on the sofa while Cal clambered over her and held onto her body tight. A growl from him echoed through his chest and into her bare back, and she had only a moment to prepare.
Without much warning at all, Cal’s pace became like a jackhammer, driving his cock into her with wild abandon and leaving her to clutch at the leash and his arm for some sort of support. If anything, the leash’s motion only kept him going, the rough motions making her feel like a personal sex toy for him to enjoy. In some minds, it’d be almost degrading to be treated like this, but for Aria, it was perfect. She wanted it rough, to have someone lose control for her or because of her. Cal wanted her with every fiber of his being it felt like, his muscled arms holding onto her with a grip she couldn’t get out of even if she wanted to.
He was ravishing her, and she was loving every bit of it.
The wet slap sounds of his balls hitting against her rear end were intermixed with his panting breaths as well as hers. If she’d had full use of her voice, Aria was sure she’d be a wailing mess. All she could manage was to tug again and again on the leash, every time seemingly renewing Cal’s vigor for her and picking up the roughneck pace he was using to fuck her. His cock was the perfect tool for this kind of sex, and she couldn’t even try to hold off her orgasm as he pressed on through it. Even as she tightened around him, he’d only adjust his grip by moving to hold a breast or her hip before resuming hammering into her yearning depths.
When he started to get close to climax, she held on tight to him as she felt his cock swell within her. His rapid pace started to become jerking, his thrusts deeper and trying to hit even further than before. She took everything he had to give, and threw her head back when he hilted himself inside her, his cum gushing out in heavy spurts to flood her pussy. Thick globs of it clung to her walls and filled her to the brim, making it squirt out from her stuffed cunt as he clung to her like his life depended on it.
The pair wound up collapsing together on the sofa, still woven into one another. She could feel his labored breaths against her neck and hair as he continued to throb inside her, a sensation she relished as she reached up to pet his cheek. He felt the touch of her fingers and leaned down to kiss her cheek in kind, making her smile as they basked in the afterglow. His grip softened at her side, and rested on her belly, rubbing slowly along the lines of her four pack.
“Better?” He asked.
She nodded, and then grinned as he continued to throb inside her. Her next question made his eyes widen and cheeks color, but from the way he throbbed, he was absolutely raring to go again.
“Go get the lube. I’m not done with you yet.”
Author's Note
A little birthday gift for Lewdchapter, and a fun little submission for his contest. Happy early birthday Lewd! Check them out for more stories, and thank you for taking the time to read this one!
