A Sample of Serenades

Chapters

Intro
Sonata
Aria
Adagio
Epilogue

Intro

“So,” Adagio began, staring across the table at the uncannily pale, trembling man, “what will it be?”

Anon swallowed hard, his mouth feeling drier than the Gobi desert, as he considered his options. He’d been shacking up with the sirens for well over a month, finding it increasingly difficult to find a reason to go home, yet things had finally come to a head. Despite all the casual nudity, passionate nights with the towering, aquatic amazonesses, and the hospitality he’d been shown, they’d delivered an ultimatum - make things official or depart.

While he didn’t mind courting any of the sirens, he hadn’t been prepared for their somewhat unorthodox approach. As suggested by Adagio, the self-appointed matriarch of the sinful den of nautical nymphs, he should take them each out on an honest to goodness date. While it would be easy enough to take them out, since they lived within walking distance of a decently sized city, he’d been reluctant to fully commit himself to any of them. It was one thing to get or give a friendly blowjob, but there was something about the inclusion of some genuine romance that set his nerves on edge.

Speaking frankly, each of the sirens had their charm. Sonata was playful and carefree, Aria was hot tempered and passionate, and Adagio was haughty and domineering - all told, he liked them all equally for their uniqueness. The real problem wasn’t going out with one of them - it was his fear that he’d eventually have to choose one of them to be exclusive with. If he’d had his way, he would be in a polyamorous relationship with all three - sadly, given how hard they were pressing him for personal time, he was left feeling like it was some sort of competition.

“Well?!” Aria blared, slamming her fist against the table and shaking him from his thoughts. “Are you gonna pack your shit up or get off your plump little ass and sweep us off our feet?”

Nodding eagerly, Sonata agreed with her friends. “Honestly, I’m totally hoping you don’t leave, but I have been wanting you to bring me somewhere! I know this perfect little taco truck that -”

“Sonata,” Adagio groaned, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose, “you’re not helping. Anon, I’ll give you to the count of five to make up your mind. I think it’s fair to say that we’ve been more than welcoming, but you need to choose whether you’re going to stay or go. One…Two…Three…”

His mind raced and his palms started to sweat, realizing he had less time than he thought to consider his options. Truth be told, his time with the trio had been amazing, the stuff of wet dreams, and he didn’t want to go home - that said, he didn’t want to upset the dynamic they’d developed together. Steepling his fingers and sitting back in his seat, doing his darnedest to look stern and contemplative, he stared over at the three giantesses.

“I’ll take each of you out on two conditions,” he flatly noted, praying they didn’t notice the cold bead of sweat rolling down his temple.

A sly grin split Adagio’s face, as she sat back and quirked a brow. “Rather bold to ask for conditions, considering you’ve been living under our roof for the better part of two months.”

“Oh oh!” Sonata chirped, excitedly waving her hand as though she were in a classroom. “If you want, I’ll give you extra cuddles if you stay!”

“You’ll leave with a damn sore ass if you don’t get to the point,” Aria growled. “Yeah, I’m saying what you think I’m saying - no lube, no pillow for you to bite on…”

The woman’s threat wasn’t an idle one. Though all three of his hosts were packing some exceptionally large heat, Aria was easily the most tyrannical of the trio. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be walking funny after spending a night in her company, having a tender tush or raw throat from her particularly ruthless variety of affection - not that he was going to complain about it.

Lifting a finger, pushing her warning to the back of his mind, he cleared his throat. “First of all, you girls get to choose where I take you - just don’t pick anywhere too expensive because I’m pretty sure my bank account is about empty by now. Secondly…” he trailed off, taking a moment to compose himself. “Secondly, don’t act like you actually want me gone. It’s not like any of you haven’t gone blue-balled since you fished me out of that lake, so please don’t - Ack!?!?”

Launching across the table and grabbing him by the collar, the hot-tempered, mulberry songstress effortlessly pulled him from his seat. “Don’t start acting like you’re hot shit! Sonata and ‘Dagi might give you a good time, but I’m the one who has you bleating like a bitch in bed!”

Clutching her companion’s arm, Sonata fruitlessly tried to free the man. “Nuh-uh! He likes it when I park my tush on his face!”

“That’s a load of bull and you know it!” Aria snarled, glaring at her friend. “He might act like he enjoys being suffocated by that fat ass of yours, or when Adagio is acting all lovey-dovey, but I know he secretly loves when I bend him over and breed him ~ isn’t that right?”

With her baleful gaze turned upon him, his gently used pucker winked while his heart skipped a beat. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have fun with the trio between the sheets - mostly because of their wildly differing approaches to amorous affairs. There hadn’t been a single intimate moment with them, any of them, when he hadn’t walked out of the room with drained balls and wobbly legs - nevertheless, if he was eventually going to have to settle for only one of them, he couldn’t just rely on their carnal techniques.

“Girls…” Adagio quietly stated, bringing the tumultuous argument to an abrupt end. “I think his little proposal is fair. Anon, you win - give us each a day to dwell on our impending evenings, then we’ll see how things play out from there. Regarding who gets to be the first one with you, we’ll let fate decide.”

Releasing the man as quickly as she’d snatched him from his chair, Aria petulantly crossed her arms beneath her rack. “I ain’t playing any of those stupid board games with you two, you both cheat.”

Peering up at the ceiling, Sonata thoughtfully tapped her chin. “Why can’t we let him choose?”

“Because that may show some bias,” Adagio replied, smirking over at the man, “and we can’t have that. Sonata, go grab that deck of cards from the living room.”

The turquoise behemoth pushed herself and scampered out of the dining room, only to reappear moments later and set the stack of cards on the table. “Here you go!”

Ensuring everyone could see she wasn’t meddling with the cards, Adagio shuffled the cards and slid them over to her guest. “Cut the deck.”

Anon did as instructed, dividing the stack into three piles before setting them atop one another in a random order. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the plan was, but that hardly made him feel better about what was going to happen. One way or another, regardless of who won, the end result would be the same - he was effectively being gambled over with a game of chance.

As he slid the deck to the center of the table, each of the three sirens reached out and took a card. Seconds after looking at what they’d drawn, Aria bolted up from her chair and stormed away, leaving a three of hearts to flutter to the wooden surface where she’d sat, while Sonata giggled triumphantly and held up an ace of diamonds. Adagio merely smiled and calmly placed a two of clubs before herself, apparently unconcerned with her lack of luck.

“Guess that means Sonata goes first,” Anon sighed, a part of him relieved to have one of the more temporally tempered sirens as his opening date.

Nonchalantly pushing herself up, Adagio strutted away and offered a small wave. “That’s correct, with Aria being second and myself being third. Don’t worry, I’m sure the girls won’t do anything unscrupulous before their little outings.”

Sonata quickly followed her companions, standing and walking past the seated man to return to her room. “I’ll see you tomorrow, cutie!”

Left with little more than his thoughts, Anon buried his face in his hands. He really had no desire to leave the comfy little home and the trio of well-hung she-studs - then again, he couldn’t see how resigning himself to just one of them could have a beneficial outcome. The last thing he wanted was to cause any sort of a fight between the sirens, seeing as how they acted like sisters, yet that was an all too real possibility. It was almost comical to think the three were best friends, given how different they were from one another.

Aria was by far the most hot-blooded of the group, domineering and short-tempered as heck, yet she wasn’t without her charms. Though she tended to be on the rougher side with him, treating him more like a sex-toy than a person, he’d never been too abused by her. No matter how many times she jammed his head into a pillow while plowing him, she’d always taken care not to hurt him - only pushing him to and not beyond what he could endure.

In contrast to her fiery friend, Sonata was cheerful as all get-out. Preferring to be on the receiving end of things, she’d almost always end up under or on top of him - milking his length with her pouting lips or exquisitely soft ass. On his evenings in her company, it was rare that he didn’t drift off to sleep while snuggling against her large, pillowy tits, yet it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. Unless she allowed him to escape, there was no getting away from the doting amazoness.

Adagio, being last but far from least, was a curious combination of burning passion and guile. She was just as prone to plow him as she was to screwing or being screwed by him, reveling in everything he had to offer - still, the most interesting thing about her was that she’d shown him her true form. While all of the sirens had a monstrous, sea-serpent like figure, only the golden giantess had revealed what she really looked like.

The thought of her enormous, scaled figure sent a thrilled shiver up his spine. Bedding one of the oversized women was a feat in and of itself, only possible through the use of a potion which temporarily made his body nigh indestructible and remarkably pliable, but becoming intimate with an all but literal leviathan was in a league all its own. Musing on if he’d ever get to encounter Aria or Sonata in their natural state, he got to his feet and strolled back to his room.

Darned if he knew where he’d end up going with his impending dates, but he had preparations to make. First and foremost, before he could do anything, he needed to do some laundry. While he may not have had an expansive wardrobe, consisting of garments his hosts had procured for him, selecting and washing a few choice outfits would be prudent - after that, then he could stew on what awaited him.

While he liked to think he knew the sirens relatively well, having spent hours chatting with each of them, he had no way of knowing where they’d be bringing him on their prospective dates. His best guess, if he were to make one, was that Sonata would bring him somewhere fun, Aria probably wanted to go someplace that didn’t require formalwear, and Adagio was more than likely hoping for something conventionally romantic - on the other hand, those were only his assumptions. Like it or not, the next few days were going to decide what he was going to do with himself for a long, long time…

Sonata

“Come on, Silly! Why are you acting so shy?” Sonata giggled, merrily pulling her date along by his wrist.

There were any number of reasons why Anon was acting shy, not the least of which being what he and the turquoise siren were wearing. His plan on going out in a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt were dashed as soon as she’d shown up at his door with an outfit for him - one which she’d purchased just for the occasion. Put on the back foot, unable to turn her down, he’d reluctantly donned his newfound getup and seen her out.

Peeking down at himself, he scrunched his nose. Clad in not but an exquisitely tight and short pair of shorts, a vest, and boots, all made of black leather, he looked like some slatternly parody of a biker, but it wasn’t all bad - sure, he may have felt like a tramp in the attire, though he wasn’t the only one showing off some skin. As he lifted his head and peered over at the towering woman before him, the bulge at his groin grew increasingly prominent.

Blissfully ignorant or possibly uncaring about the spectacle she was causing, cheerfully humming to herself and dragging him down the sidewalk, Sonata was a sight to behold. The studded, black leather of her jacket, thong, bra, and stilettos contrasted wonderfully with her colorful hide - a hide she showed off without the slightest bit of concern. Watching her nearly bare ass sway from side to side, transfixed by the sight, he took some solace that she could and more than likely would get more attention than himself.

Moving down a set of stairs sat against a nondescript building, Sonata slowed to a halt by a beaten, somewhat ominous metal door. “Jack!” she shouted, lowering herself to squint through a peephole. “It’s me, Sonata! I’m here with my date!”

Anon felt his face go flushed, as he tore his eyes off her backside and gazed down at the concrete floor. It was one thing to be paraded about while dressed up like a leather fetishist, but it was quite another to have the woman openly profess that they were an item - not in a bad way, but because the absolutely massive swell within her panties would tell anyone she was hung like a horse. Keeping his fingers crossed that they wouldn’t make a scene, yet curious to exactly where she’d taken him, he heard a number of locks on the door turn.

“Sonata, just in time,” a gruff, burly stump of a man grunted, stepping out to greet them. “I just cleared the joint out for you! She’s all yours until morning - just lock up after you’re done for the night.”

Without saying another word, acting remarkably amiable toward her, he extended his arm and dropped a set of keys into her awaiting palm. Anon wasn’t sure what was more surprising - the fact that the guy seemed to know the happy-go-lucky giantess or that he was completely unconcerned about what either of them was wearing. Turning his head and seeing the man ascent the stairs, he was abruptly dragged into the establishment.

“Well,” Sonata began, nearly wrenching his arm out of its socket, “what do you think?”

Only barely managing to stay standing, Anon straightened up and surveyed his surroundings. He’d never been one for the night life, preferring to relax at home with a small number of friends, but he instantly recognized where he’d found himself. The dim lighting, faint smell of cigarette smoke, and cool air paired perfectly with the pool tables, worn wooden floors, and the classic rock playing from a jukebox in the corner. As if the salacious outfits hadn’t been jarring enough, he’d been brought to an honest to goodness dive bar.

“It’s - uh -” he sputtered, trying and failing to think of something to say. “It’s nice.”

Releasing the man’s hand, Sonata locked the door behind him and trotted over to the bar. “I mean, I guess it’s ok. Personally, I would have rather brought you to that mexican place that just opened up in the mall.”

Her admission compounded his mounting confusion. “Wait - if you wanted to bring me somewhere different, why did we come here?”

Looking in his direction as she walked behind the bar, her cheeks darkening ever so slightly, she swiftly shifted her focus to a row of bottles arrayed in front of a large, grimy mirror. “Do you want something to drink? We’ve got - um…” she hummed, scanning the dizzying array of hard liquors. “Oh! They’ve got whisky! Whisky is a drink for super cool badasses!”

Making his way over to her, he seated himself on a stool while she filled two shot glasses with the amber booze. The situation didn’t make a lick of sense for a number of reasons; for starters, as far as he knew, Sonata wasn’t a drinker - secondly, she was completely out of her element. Having slid one of the tiny glasses over to him, she lifted her drink.

Hesitantly lifting his shot, unsure of what was going on, he pursed his lips. “Sonata, I -”

“Cheers!” she bleated, clinking his glass and knocking back the generous pour of whisky. Unfortunately for her, as soon as she swallowed the hooch, she slammed her empty shot down and started violently coughing. “What - Hack - what makes people like this?!? It tastes awful!”

Following suit, Anon hissed when the liquid slid down his gullet. “Beats me. I’d rather have some punch or a milkshake!”

Her eyes went alight and a smile graced her lips for a fleeting moment, before she glowered and shook her head. “Those are for pussies! You’re not a pussy, are you?”

“No?” he questioningly replied, growing increasingly perplexed by her bizarre behavior.

“Good, because I got something special for you,” she giggled. Standing at her full height, her waist level with the bar, she pulled her thong aside and allowed her flaccid cock to flop out before him. “Maybe you’d like a stiff drink…I…I mean, it’s not stiff yet, but you can make it stiff if you play with it a little…”

Her fumbling delivery of what could have been a legitimately hot come-on was only saved by the enormity of her package. Even though she was almost exclusively a bottom, the sight of her cerulean length and plump, meaty balls caused his mouth to water. As he subconsciously leaned across the bar, drawn by her displayed endowment, he shook his head, cleared his thoughts, and reared back in his seat.

“Sonata, why are we here? If you wanted to get mexican, we could have…” he fell silent, as she grabbed the base of her semi-rigid length and started stroking herself off.

“Yeah, I know how much you want it,” she tittered, her shaft swelling in her grasp. “Don’t pretend like I can’t hear how loud you are with Aria. How about you give it a little kiss…”

While he’d never been topped by Sonata, he wouldn’t deny that he’d thought about what it would be like to get rutted by her. Drawn by the siren’s song of the big, meaty horse cock inches from his face, he leaned forward, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to the blunt tip of her mammoth member - that was before he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Pulling away in a flash, he forced himself to scowl up at her face.

He couldn’t fully explain it, but being around the amazonesses made it hard for him to think. The mountainous women were sexy as heck, enchanting to be with, and it was a struggle not to get aroused merely by being near them. In an all too literal sense, their very presence was enough to fog his mind with lust. As he lifted a finger and steeled himself to press her for some answers, she presented him with a small vial of opalescent liquid.

“Almost forgot this!” she chirped, nonchalantly popping the top and pressing the bottle to his lips.

Maintaining his frown, he obediently chugged the cool, slick liquid from the flask. Having her shamelessly whip her dick out and ask for some service was a pretty good giveaway of where her intentions lie, but the inclusion of the magical elixir left little room for doubt - she intended to be on the giving end of things for a change. As badly as he wanted answers from her, puzzled as to why she was acting out of character, the prospect of getting frisky was too good to pass up.

Smiling to herself, Sonata chucked the emptied vial over her shoulder and strutted around the bar and over to him. Her typically sunny disposition clashed violently with her attire and suddenly domineering attitude, tinging his bewilderment with excitement. Turning to face her, he was gently taken by the hand and pulled from the stool.

Sonata peered over at him, as she guided him over to the closest pool table. “Do you know how to play?”

With his eyes glued to her gently bobbing, fully erect length, he absentmindedly nodded. “Y…yeah.”

“Perfect,” she responded, her voice regaining its signature chipper tone. “I’ll get us the cues, you rack the balls.”

As she relaxed her grip and skipped away, Anon thoughtlessly pulled a rack from beneath the table and began arranging the balls. It was only then, bent over and placing the little spheres within the triangular frame, that a startling revelation struck him; the whole evening, ever since she’d shown up to his room, he’d obediently done everything she’d asked.

She hadn’t forced him to wear the lewd outfit, yet he’d donned it anyway. He hadn’t pressed her for details about the bar or how she knew the owner, accepting it as a fact and even sharing a drink with her. And now he was preparing for a game of pool while she sauntered around with her dick hanging out. The entire situation felt off, especially her odd behavior, and he was going to get to the bottom of it - or so he thought.

With his chest pressed to the table, having to stand on his tiptoes to get the balls into place, he yelped when something smacked his ass. As his head whipped around, an innocent giggle sailed to his ears. Having the bar to themselves, since his date had apparently pulled a few strings, there was only one person who could have startled him.

“I gotta say, I can see why Aria likes this so much,” Sonata purred, kneading his backside.

Rocking back into her hand, Anon gnawed his bottom lip. Having spent copious time being impaled by Aria and Sonata, he’d developed quite a penchant for being plowed like a bitch in heat. Something about being controlled, literally having the cum fucked out of him the titanic women, really got him fired up. Bending at the waist, she pressed her tits to his back and brought her mouth to his ear.

“You like that, don’t you?” she breathed, slipping her hand into his shorts to caress his pucker.

With his blush returning with a vengeance, he nodded. “Mmmhmm…”

“Well if you want it,” she sighed, straightening up and withdrawing her arm, “you’re gonna need to work for it, Slut.”

Taking two steps back, she placed her hands on her hips and flexed her groin. He scrambled to right himself, shoving himself off the table and instantly falling to his knees before her, as his comparably meager manhood throbbed against its leather confines. Whatever had gotten into her, he was liking it - not just because it was a delightful change of pace, but because he’d secretly longed to experience everything she had to offer.

Situated directly in front of her, with her behemoth stallionhood twitching just above his head, he reverently reached up, wrapped his fingers around her shaft, and angled her length toward his face. Even if the door wasn’t locked, he’d be hard pressed not to venerate her equipment. Shuffling forward, pressing his nose to the folds of flesh between her dick and her weighty, fat nuts, he drew a deep breath through his nose and shuddered.

All the sirens were an experience in and of themselves, yet Sonata was by far the most feminine of the three. Not only was she softer and more curvy than her companions, but she smelled absolutely heavenly. Flooding his sinuses with the ambrosial scent of her loins, he slowly leaned back, brought his mouth to the head of her cock, and reached behind himself.

As he sank two fingers into his ass, teasing his hyper-sensitized prostate, he wrapped his lips around the tip of her length. He wasn’t ashamed to admit that his manhood took a backseat while wrangling with any of the sirens - unless that’s what they wanted, of course. Bobbing his head and swiftly filling his mouth, working the underside of her shaft with his tongue, he gradually lost himself to his desires.

Had someone told him he’d eventually become a cum-hungry whore for she-studs, he would have laughed in their face, but that’s exactly what he’d turned into. While it was true that he enjoyed pounding an ass or getting sucked off as the next guy, some latent part of himself reveled in the loss of control the sirens afforded him. No matter what position he was in, whether he was stuffing a hole or being bred, he rarely ever got to hold the wheel.

Though he’d closed his eyes to savor her, leaning on his sense of taste and smell to guide himself, the sensation of fingers through his hair caused him to peek upward. With one arm behind her back, having shrugged off her jacket, Sonata undid her bra and allowed the undergarment to fall from her chest - unfortunately, he was only able to appreciate the view for a heartbeat. As her hand worked to the base of his skull, he found himself being rather forcibly pulled to her groin.

“There ya go,” she cooed, steadily driving her length to the back of his throat and down his gullet, “just like that…”

His lungs spasmed, his heart quaked, and his eyes started to water, as his throat stretched around the plunging behemoth. Even Aria was usually nice enough to give him some sort of warning before swabbing his throat, yet Sonata had plugged his airway without a care in the world. Stunned and thrilled with the unexpected turn, he steeled himself, grabbed her hips, and drove his face forward.

Though he may not have understood what had compelled her to be so forceful, he wasn’t about to half-ass the job of getting her off. As his nose pressed to her groin, squarely on her neatly trimmed, heart-shaped tuft of pubic hair, he freed the base of her cock and began swabbing his throat with her shaft. His aching jaw and bulging neck, struggling to handle the girthy root of her stallionhood, did nothing to quell his growing urge to earn her thick seed.

Sonata seemed happy enough with his efforts, bucking her hips and lightly fucking his face, as her smile broadened. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you want me to pick you up and breed you on this pool table.”

His motions faltered, as her statement cut through the morass of his passion. A blowjob was one thing, but was she really feeling feisty enough to plow him? Pressing his hands to her thighs and pushing himself back, freeing the pre-cum and saliva slickened length from his maw, we weakly coughed. Fuck it - while it may have been bad form to stop a blowjob so abruptly, he wasn’t about to stop her from fucking his brains out.

“Does my little bitch want that?” she mused, slapping her dick against his cheek.

“Y…yeah,” he croaked.

Nodding to the table at his back, she smirked. “If that’s the case, get up and bend over for me.”

Scrambling to his feet, wriggling out of his shorts in the process, Anon wheeled around and braced his legs. If she was going to fuck half as hard as he thought she would, he was going to need a darn good grip to hold himself steady. As he held onto the table and swung his hips from side to side, doing his darnedest to tempt her, he glanced over his shoulder.

Getting into position behind him, holding her cock with one hand and his hip with the other, she chuckled to herself. “Such a needy little whore…”

As that final word left her lips, she shuffled forward and plunged into his ass. The intense sensation of being filled by something so massive was impossible to describe, pushing the limits of his comprehension, yet he’d grown to love it. It was all he could do to stifle a whimper and roll his hips back, yearning to feel every thick, vascular inch of her monstrous stallionhood.

Releasing her tool, she held his hips and fell into a lazy rhythm of fucking him. Each thrust was deeper than the last, gradually rearranging his insides with her incredibly huge length, as she contentedly sighed. Being comparably endowed to her companions, her member being nearly as big as his forearm, would have been good enough to get her off, yet she wasn’t just hung - no, she knew exactly how to use it.

“Hands,” she commanded, her motions slowing.

Throwing his arms back, leaving himself balanced on his chest, he unquestioningly obliged her request. He’d anticipated she’d want to hold hands with him, maybe tinge the exchange with a touch of affection, but he’d been wrong - dead wrong. Seizing both his wrists in one hand, effectively immobilizing him, she leaned forward, grabbed his leg, and set to screwing him with renewed vigor.

With her hips impacting his backside, he lurched forward with each unstoppable thrust. The drumbeat of their colliding bodies filled the air, punctuated by his groans and whimpers of delight, as she straightened up and lifted his leg from the ground. Only able to peer down his chest and watch his manhood wildly flopping about, slinging pre-cum onto the floor and pool table, his eyes rolled.

“You gonna cum for me, Slut?” she growled.

Try as he might to answer, feeling himself inching closer and closer to his limit, an incoherent, blissful mewl was all he could manage. What in the world had gotten into her?! The biggest, most gentle of the three amazonesses had become an absolute beast, ruthlessly screwing him like he was a cheap date - well for the most part. With his thighs trembling and the imprint of her tool visible within his belly, her vehemence withered.

“Um - Anon?” she asked, bringing his enjoyment to a swift end. “Do you like when I talk dirty? It seems kinda mean, so I wanted to -”

“Yesh!” he slurred, saliva dangling from his chin. “Break me! Make me your bitch!!!”

Hearing his hasty, shameless reply, her eyes widened ever so slightly, but her shock didn’t last for long. As a wolfish smirk graced her ordinarily blithe features, a switch was flipped within her. Like a sex-crazed barbarian, she rutted him like it was the last day of either of their lives. Either she was enjoying the rather enthusiastic fuck-fest as much as he was or she was a really, really good actor.

Hanging his head, his tongue lolled from his mouth, he watched the absolute mayhem she was causing to his abdomen. The elixir they supplied him with was some remarkable stuff, letting the she-studs use and abuse him as hard as they liked, and he wouldn’t have been able to endure their ministrations without it. Reduced to little more than a living, breathing cock-sleeve, he greedily clenched his hole with her backstrokes.

Aside from the fantastic feeling of being screwed by someone so huge, the spectacle of being so completely filled was remarkable. The tip of her length came to the very base of his rib cage, nearly tickling his lungs, while her hefty nuts slapped against his coin purse - for fuck’s sake, he could even make out the outline of several prominent veins and her medial ring through his strained belly! Thrashing against her, nearly driven mad with desire, he teetered on the brink.

“Go - Nnnph - ahead,” she snarled above him. “Cum all over the floor like the sissy you are!”

Her cruel command was too much to bear, casting him past the brink and into the rapturous nothingness of oblivion. Without so much as having touched himself, cum spurted from his flailing, semi-erect prick. While it was far from the first time he’d had a hands-free climax, receiving them regularly from Adagio and Aria, this one felt special. The harsh treatment of the once loving siren juxtaposed against her usually gleeful self was jarring to say the least, yet that made the experience all the more enjoyable.

As what little strength he had fled from his body, softly groaning and doing his best to milk her pistoning shaft, his blissful stupor was sundered when he realized just how hard her stallionhood was throbbing. With its tip steadily expanding to nearly double its usual size, scraping his depths and testing the limits of the potion’s effects, her length pulsed in tune with her thundering heart; there was no doubt about it, she wasn’t going to last much longer. Licking his lips and twisting his head, only barely able to gaze at her face, he filled his lungs and gave voice to his desires.

“Breed me!” he moaned, quivering with anticipation. “Fill me up and make me yours!”

Though her jaw was set and eyes clamped shut, quite possibly struggling to stave off the inevitable, his cry didn’t fall on deaf ears. The moment she looked down at his face, seeing just how badly he wanted it, she gave one final, relentless thrust, hilted the entirety of her colossal length within him, and brayed to the heavens. Her sonorous howl cut through the air, as her balls snuggled to her groin and unleashed their fertile load.

Anon’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, his mind went blank, and he was stricken by a second, completely spontaneous orgasm, while his guts were filled. It was as if a dam had burst within him, pints of thick, seething seed surging through his bowels. Unable to focus, overwhelmed by the extraordinary sensation of being claimed by such a wondrous creature, he couldn’t see the full effects of the siren’s deposit - having said that, he sure as heck felt it.

Pint upon pint of baby-batter flowed into him, causing his gut to distend and hang beneath him. It wasn’t like he’d ever tried to calculate exactly how productive any of the sirens were, but his best guess was that each was able to disgorge at least a gallon of cum per climax. Debilitated by an unimaginable amount of pleasure, hampered by the growing weight of her virile jizz, his leg gave out and he crashed to the floor.

As he fell and unceremoniously unsheathed himself from her still gushing dick, he was coated from head to toe in her spunk. He could barely think, let alone move, but that wasn’t a concern - heck, the only thing his mind could focus on was that he’d experienced what Sonata was really capable of. Resting in a heap on the pool of rapidly cooling cum, heaving air into his chest, he languidly watched her stoop down and cock her head.

“I…I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be so rough!” she stammered, the spell of her savagery having evaporated in an instant.

Shakily propping himself on one arm, grinning like an absolute fool, he gazed up at her. “I…it’s - Cough - it’s fine. You didn’t hear me complaining ~ did you?”

Her relieved smile was angelic, as she carefully slipped her arms under him and effortlessly plucked him from the floor. “Come on, there’s a shower in the back we can use,” she joyfully noted, trundling him off to the back of the establishment. “Once we get cleaned up, you want to get a milkshake somewhere?”

Having temporarily lost the ability to walk, and without a change of clean clothes, he apathetically shrugged. “You might have to carry me…”

“Sure!” she chirped, nuzzling her cheek against his sweat and jizz-slickened neck.

While he’d had a number of surprises that afternoon, some more shocking than others, he’d enjoyed himself all the same. Sonata was one heck of a catch, a genuinely good-hearted woman who never failed to make him smile, but he’d discovered how merciless she could be. With the euphoric afterglow settling over him, happy just to spend the rest of his evening with her, he only gave a moment’s thought to how his next date would go…

Aria

With a grimace seemingly affixed to her face, Aria silently spread a bed sheet over the grass, grumbled something under her breath, then anchored one corner with a basket. Anon wasn’t sure what was more mind-boggling - the fact that she’d wanted to go out on an honest to goodness picnic, or what she’d decided to wear for the occasion. Trying not to stare at her, lest he provoke her ire, he shielded his eyes and glanced to the heavens.

For all intents and purposes, it was an absolutely perfect afternoon. The bright sun was obscured by the occasional fluffy white cloud, the spring breeze was refreshing, and the smell of wildflowers tickled his nostrils - nevertheless, all was not right with the world. The muted cursing and tense frame of his date left him more than a little pensive. Risking a glance over in her direction, he unintentionally caught her eye.

“What?!” she blared, making him reflexively flinch.

Holding his hands up to surrender, he gulped. “N…nothing, I swear! I j…just thought you looked pretty!”

Averting her gaze, the slightest blush gracing her face, she angrily snorted. “Whatever…”

He’d long ago learned that she was an irascible soul, getting angry at the drop of a hat, yet her feisty attitude and dominating personality had been held back that day - if only just. In lieu of her typically tomboyish attire, she’d donned a simple sundress and straw hat for their outing, yet that was only the beginning of the surprises she’d had in store for him. As if her humble and shockingly feminine outfit wasn’t mystifying enough, she’d gone so far as to make and pack them a modest meal.

“There,” she huffed, breaking his concentration. “This is a good spot, right?”

The annoyance in her voice was unmistakable, leading him to vigorously nod and force a smile. “Y…yeah, it’s perfect!”

Dressed in a comfortable pair of jeans and a tank-top, with a pair of sandals on his feet, he eased himself onto the linen and contentedly hummed to himself. He should have known that something was up when Aria knocked at his door wearing the dress, yet he couldn’t have fathomed they’d go on a conventional date. As he shuffled back and kicked his legs out, resting against a tree they’d decided to lounge beneath, his mind wandered.

It was one thing to have Sonata turn the tables on him and fuck his brains out, but having Aria even pretend to be demure was downright bizarre. Over the weeks he’d spent with the sirens, he hadn’t once seen the hot-headed amazoness do anything even remotely ladylike, acting like a big, horny bull in a china shop almost constantly! As she settled down beside him, continuing to mutter ominously to herself, the corners of his lips turned up.

He could only presume she’d done this for him, attempting to do something to make him happy, and he was thankful for it. Even if she was grumpy about the circumstances, constantly fiddling with her dress while trying to find things to complain about, at least she was making an effort to be nice. Looking over to the basket, hoping to set things off on the right foot, he cleared his throat.

“So what’s you bring?” he inquired, genuinely curious as to what she’d stashed away.

Her head whipped toward him, her lip curling over her teeth. “What the fuck do you think I brought? I packed lunch for us, dipshit!” she barked, waving at the wicker bin as making the most obvious statement in the world. As the man shied away, his expression shifting to one of fear and apprehension, she pinched the bridge of her snout. “I made chicken sandwiches ~ alright? Are you happy now?”

“A…actually, yeah,” he sputtered. Summoning his courage, telling himself that she wasn’t about to bludgeon him to death, he reached out with a trembling hand and patted her arm. “Thanks…”

Though she relaxed a touch, her taut muscles slacking ever so slightly, she was still extremely tense - something which struck him as peculiar. For pete’s sake, they were on a date, an important one at that, so she should be having fun. Running his hand down her forearm, he laced fingers with her.

“Do you mind if I ask you something?” he began, bringing her attention back to his face. “How many dates have you been on?”

She balked and wrenched her hand away, folding her arms across her bust. “Enough…”

Undeterred, sensing that something was amiss, he tried his luck. “Is this your first date - like a real date?”

“No!” she shouted, turning her nose up and looking away. A silent moment passed, then a handful more, before her shoulders slackened almost imperceptibly. “Maybe…”

His smile widened, as his assumption was confirmed. Aria had a less than subtle way of dealing with things, so he was led to believe that included romantic affairs. Shuffling over to her, he slowly exhaled, leaned against her bicep, and was immediately shoved away. As he landed beside her with a small thud, more concerned than ever, he twisted his head and shook off his confusion - at least he tried to. Faster than he could think, much less react, he was snatched from the ground and shaken by the irate giantess.

“The hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting all sappy and shit?” she raged, an odd mix of irritation and confusion plastered on her face.

Pushing himself up, fighting the urge to snap at her, he casually brushed off his shirt. “It’s a date - we’re supposed to be nice to each other.”

Her eyes narrowed, as she stared over at him. “Nice how?”

“Any kind of nice - for example, you packing lunch for us was nice,” he replied, slowly lifting a hand and extending his fingers. “Being affectionate is another pretty common thing for dates too - you know, stuff like holding hands, hugging, kissing.”

She rolled her eyes and snorted, apparently none too taken with the idea. “That’s pretty lame. So when do we get to fucking?”

“Well - uh -” he nervously began, pulling at his collar. “If things go really well on a date, one person will invite the other to their house for some intimacy.”

He felt stupid as heck explaining the finer nuances of courtship to the towering she-stud, but it couldn’t be helped. Even if she could fuck like a machine, something he’d learned first hand, she seemingly had all the romantic subtlety of a breeding bull. Looking up to her face, fully expecting her to have a disinterested expression, he found her listening intently.

As he wondered what was on her mind, the final piece of the puzzle clicked into place. Her strange behavior, actually being nice and going out of her way to make him feel comfortable, and her startled reactions smacked of one thing - she had fuck-all experience with dating, but he’d bet his bottom dollar that she wanted to learn about wooing someone. Taking a deep breath, holding it for a moment, then slowly exhaling, he gave a silent prayer to the heavens that she wasn’t about to murder him.

“Give me your hand,” he softly instructed, opening his palm.

Squinting harder than ever, she knit her brow. “Why?”

Sitting totally motionless, he willed himself to be patient. “Just…Please give me your hand. I promise, I won’t do anything bad,” he murmured. Though it took her a second, she hesitantly rested her massive mitt in his palm. “See,” he lightly chuckled, “that wasn’t so hard ~ was it?”

“No…” she mumbled, as he twisted in place and wrapped his free arm around her back.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying so, but you really outdid yourself with all this. I’ve always loved simple outings like this, your dress looks spectacular on you, and that hint of makeup you’re wearing really brings out the color in her eyes,” he coolly remarked.

Her face went a brilliant crimson, she fidgeted uncomfortably, and she immediately looked away, yet the uneasy smile on her face was as obvious as the midday sun in a cloudless sky. In that moment, nearly the blink of an eye, all his suspicions were confirmed. Despite being a total hard-ass bitch who did what she wanted when she wanted, she had a weakness she’d either hidden or wasn’t aware of. As he ran his hand up her sculpted back, feeling she wasn’t wearing a bra, he pressed his passionate assault.

“If I’d known you were going to go all out for me,” he grunted, pulling her hand while shifting into a kneeling position, “I would have asked to have your date last.”

Her vitriol and barely restrained rage came back in an instant, as she turned her head and stared daggers at him. “That’s horse shit! Just because I don’t - Mmmmph!?!?”

With as much speed as he could muster, he launched forward and locked lips with her. Taken completely off guard, her muscle-bound frame tensing, she was unable to stop him from driving his tongue into her mouth. While he was surprised with how easily it had been to drive her off balance and onto her back, he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot.

Swinging a leg over her midsection, effectively pinning her to the ground, he waited until she started to kiss him back to pull away. “See, kissing isn’t that bad.”

He could practically see her inner struggle, her fury grappling with her desire for more, yet she didn’t say a word. Grabbing his shoulders, keeping him right where she was, she hauled him forward and started hotly making out with him. Her passion, much like the rest of her, was unbridled and wild, bordering on frantic, but that made it all the sweeter. It wasn’t until he felt something hard and hot press against his rear that he broke the kiss.

“W…why’d you stop?” she anxiously demanded.

Held firmly in place, trapped in her clutches, Anon found himself at a crossroads. He’d fully expected things to take a lecherous turn at some point that evening - for heck, he’d even dosed himself with a liberal portion of the elasticizing potion for the occasion, yet he hadn’t foreseen things taking such an impassioned turn. Unsure of how to proceed, being out in the open where anyone could see them getting frisky, he tried and failed to wriggle from her grip.

“It’s just - um - maybe we should move this somewhere private,” he hissed, keeping his voice low.

Taken aback by the suggestion, she bared her teeth. “Why the fuck would we do that? I got dressed up, made you stupid chicken salad, and we came all the way out to this park - now you want us to go somewhere private?!”

With her dick bearing against his ass, and his heart racing in his chest, he weakly grinned. “It’s j…just an idea. I wouldn’t want anyone to see you and -”

“See what?!” she snapped. “See me treating my b…boyfriend to a good time? See me sucking him off and riding his dick because I l…love him so much?!?”

Barely able to process everything she’d said, he blinked rapidly. He’d assumed her begrudgingly kindhearted gestures wouldn’t extend into the bedroom, fully expecting her to slip into her usually domineering role behind closed doors, but he’d been mistaken - furthermore, the mention of love was as overwhelming as it was terrifying. He liked her plenty, even as demanding and rough as she could be, yet he would never have guessed her feelings for him were that deep!

Lifting a leg and planting her foot on the ground, taking advantage of his stupefied state, she kicked off and rolled on top of him. Overpowering him was an almost laughably easy affair under any circumstances, given she was nearly triple his mass and had a solid two feet of height on him, and she had no qualms about using her strength against him. With their positions effectively reversed, her knees placed to either side of his hips, he peered up at her in stunned disbelief.

“Don’t move a muscle,” she grunted, jabbing his chest with every word.

Slowly nodding, more than happy to surrender himself to her, he didn’t budge an inch as she straightened up, ponderously turned around, and shuffled backwards. He was pretty used to being underneath her, considering she’d routinely fuck him in all manner of positions, but this was something entirely new. With her groin just above his head, she pulled her skirt up, exposed her completely bare nethers, and lowered her ass onto his face.

“Warm me up,” she growled, “or else…”

Before he could say anything whatsoever, the sound of ripping fabric assailed him. Feeling the air on his loins, realizing she’d just torn his pants and underwear to shreds, he sighed - a move he immediately regretted. Though she was wearing a touch of perfume, the ambrosial scent of her musky package and rear filled his lungs and set his head spinning.

Wading through the licentious fog that pervaded his thoughts, he found himself with two options: he could either refuse to do what she’d said, likely royally pissing her off and ruining their date, or he could do what any healthy, red-blooded young man would do. Without so much as a second thought, making the only reasonable decision, he buried his face in the cleft of her rump and feasted on her beefy backside. To heck with it - if he was going to get sexed-up in public, he’d be darned if he was going to take a passive role.

What could only be a pair of pouting lips wrapped around his rigid manhood, engulfing the entirety of his length, as he lapped at her taint and taut, flexing hole. Though he’d eaten Sonata’s ass more times than he could count, and Adagios on the odd occasion, rimming Aria was a wholly novel experience. Her scent overwhelmed his senses, all he could see were the sweaty, muscular cheeks of her tush, and the salty, earthy flavor of her flesh proved all the inspiration he needed to commit himself to the task at hand.

To her credit, her oral skills were far from lacking - a bit unpolished and forceful, but pleasant nonetheless. Resting on her elbows, vehemently bobbing her head and lashing his shaft with her tongue, she sucked him off with all the subtlety of a very enthusiastic vacuum. Had she not been rock hard herself, her turgid stallionhood twitching against his chest and oozing pre-cum to his abdomen, he would have sworn that she wasn’t enjoying the heated exchange.

“Fuck,” she grouched, rearing back to free her maw. “Why do you smell so good?!”

He gave a halfhearted reply, telling her that he had no idea, yet he was completely muffled by the buns sandwiching his face. Good lord - even if she was exclusively a top, he might go out on a limb and ask to worship her ass in the future! Extending his arms and grabbing her hips, impossibly trying to press his face deeper into her derriere, he wormed his tongue into her virginal depths.

Though he could barely hear a thing, too preoccupied with licking her clean, a light, almost effeminate moan drifted to him. He’d heard all sorts of arousing noises over the years, from rapturous wails to sinful promises, yet he struggled to name a single one that was more exciting than the imperious titan’s blissful sigh. Filled with a righteous fury to get her off, desperate to please her, his vigor was brought to an abrupt end.

As quickly as she’d begun, only having stayed in the sixty-nine for a handful of minutes, she clumsily got to her feet and stepped away from him. Her departure was almost heartbreaking; it felt like they’d only just started, yet it had concluded before it had truly begun. Remaining where he lay, propped on one elbow, he started when she hauled her dress up and over her head, tossed the garment aside, and pointed at his face.

With her bare body and spectacular erection on full display, she snorted. “Ditch the clothes…”

Glancing down at himself, seeing the tattered remains of his jeans, he feverishly tore at his clothing. He couldn’t care less if his attire was ruined - not when there was a buck naked giantess looming over him. Flinging his top away, he squirmed on the ground and kicked what remained of his pants and underwear off himself. As he splayed and lifted his legs, fully expecting her to plow her into the earth, she wagged a finger at him.

“Not this time, Chief,” she chuckled, grabbing his wrists and pulling his arms upward. As she sank into a deep squat, adjusting her positioning to bring her ass over his crotch, she grinned. “Hope you’ve been getting plenty of calcium in your diet, because I’m about to give your hips a torture test.”

As je lifted his finger, fully intent on telling her to be gentle, she threw her weight down and impaled herself on him. Sonata’s ass was heavenly, soft and pliable, while Adagio’s was snug and inviting, but Aria’s backdoor - sweet, merciful heavens, Aria’s tush was like a vice. Flexing her pucker around his base, threatening to break it off, she wiggled her rump and made herself comfortable.

“Here,” she muttered, guiding his hands to her rack, “make yourself useful and play with these while I do the work.”

“O…ok,” he breathed, sinking his fingers into her perky, yielding breasts.

Leaning back, steadying herself with her hands on his knees, she lifted her hips, all but unsheathed his shaft, and slammed her ass back down upon him. He could swear his lower half sank an inch into the ground from the tectonic impact, the wind driven from his lungs in the process, but she wasn’t about to stop with just one plunge. Straining under the unimaginable pleasure her succulent, unyielding pucker afforded, he did the only he could think of - he pinched her nipples and twisted.

A guttural purr crept past her lips, as she increased her pace. “Fuck yes…”

It was at that moment he knew he was doomed. If he couldn’t do something to make her ease up, regardless of how incredible it felt being ridden by her, there was a darn good chance he’d wind up in traction by the end of the night. Scanning her bliss-wracked face, watching her eyes roll back, he felt something slick and weighty slap against his torso.

The circumstances had been more than a little jarring, nearly making him forget that she had one other weakness he could potentially exploit. Bringing his focus from her face to the utterly massive stallionhood rhythmically smacking on him, he was stricken with an idea. If playing with her teats wasn’t enough to tip the odds in his favor, maybe giving her tool a bit of attention would.

The tip of her dick came to just below his collar, but it was close enough for what he had planned. Keeping one hand on her chest, he pushed himself up, leaned in, and started sloppily making out with the head of her cock. Under any other circumstances, she would have been exceptionally displeased that he could only get the bloated tip of her member into his mouth, but his affection went far from unnoticed.

Between his manhood bludgeoning her nearly baseball sized prostate, the cruel teasing of her nipple, and frenching her stallionhood, her ferocity wavered. Like David to her Goliath, he gradually turned the tide and put her on the back foot - still, as much as he would have liked to relent, to savor the power he wielded, he couldn’t afford to ease up. Pressing his feet into the earth, beseeching his ancestors for all of their strength, he drove his hips upward and was rewarded with a slatternly groan.

Though she slowed considerably from his assault, she quickly caught her second wind and gathered herself. With a predatory grin, her eyes glinting in the warm light of the setting sun, she wrested his hand from her chest, threw herself forward, and draped herself over him. Even when she was bottoming, she was still on top. What little leverage he had against her was gone in a flash, as she entombed his head between her tits, got on her knees, and pistoned herself upon his shaft.

What little control he had was robbed from him in the blink of an eye, as she pinned his hands to either side of his head. Though he tried to match her, bucking up to meet her pounding hips, it was no use. She had him right where she wanted him, using him like a marital aid, and she wasn’t going to ease up until she was finished with him.

While it was a bit unfortunate that he could no longer watch her wantonly bouncing on his lap, since his face had wound up crammed between her tits, she didn’t stay where she was for long. Lifting her torso and bending at the waist, mercilessly screwing herself on him, she shot forward and rammed her tongue into his mouth. He initially thought her kiss was borne from the heat of the moment, an impassioned and spontaneous outburst, but then he felt it - her stallionhood pulsing and flaring against him.

As unbelievable as it was, she was about to cum from him topping her - well as close to topping her as he’d likely ever get. The thought alone of outlasting her, of him being the one to plow the cum out of her, was his undoing. Throughout their entire exchange, particularly after he’d had a taste of being in charge, he’d been inching closer and closer to his limit - a limit he suddenly found himself skyrocketing toward.

Locked in her embrace, her breath washing hotly over his face, he was given a gift from above. She shuddered from head to toe, her movements going haywire, as she grunted and groaned into his mouth; sure enough, seconds after she’d started twitching, a veritable tidal wave of rich, extraordinarily thick jizz erupted over his chest and flowed up to his chin. He couldn’t say if it was hearing or feeling her climax that drove him over the edge, but he coated her interior with his essence all the same.

As they drew to a halt, making out like a pair of lovers on prom night, the wind graced their slickened. They were both covered in sweat and slathered in spunk, breathing heavily while their tongues warred, and yet that didn’t matter - nothing mattered except for the primal, tender moment they’d just had. Mutually breaking their kiss, staring deeply into one another’s eyes, they smiled.

“T…that was amazing,” he wheezed, as she leaned back and released his hands.

Grinning from ear to ear, clenching her pucker around his softening length, she snickered. “Damn right it was, but don’t get too used to it. Can’t have my favorite bitch-boy getting too full of himself.”

Shrugging off the comment with practiced ease, simply joyful that they’d both enjoyed themselves, he shakily pushed himself up on his elbows. “I might - uh - I might need some help getting home…”

Getting to her feet and offering her hand, she pulled him up like he weighed nothing. “Why? You ain’t sore are you?”

“Yes,” he bluntly replied, unsteadily leaning against her. “Yes I am sore.”

Her cocky grin faded, replaced by an amused, albeit concerned look. Stooping down and scooping him into a princess carry, she took off at a leisurely jog in the direction of her home. “I’ll get you some ibuprofen and a shot of bourbon once we get back, but don’t go thinking you won’t be choking on my dick later. I refuse to date losers, so don’t make me change my standards.”

Her admission, while a bit unconventional, warmed the pit of his heart. He’d had little doubt that she genuinely cared about him, yet their evening had been the final nail in that coffin; she really did want to keep him, if only as a quasi-masochistic pet, and he was surprisingly alright with the idea. Closing his eyes and hugging her, jostling lightly against her powerful torso, he swore a silent oath to savor the rest of their night together - even if it was their last…

Adagio

With his toes digging into the cool sand, the sound of softly crashing waves filling his ears, Anon peered up at the cloudless sky and full moon overhead. What few beachgoers the seaside had were long gone, having packed up and returned home before the sun had set, leaving the shore solely to him and date. He smiled and brought his hand to his side, allowing a large, surprisingly warm hoof to rest in his palm.

His evening with Adagio had finally come, yet his time with her was unlike his trysts with Sonata and Aria for a number of reasons. The final amazoness had given him nearly complete control over where they’d go and what they’d do, forsaking any choice in the matter, although she had made one small request. All she’d asked for was that they be near some water - an appeal he’d been more than happy to oblige.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she sighed beside him, her melodic, otherworldly voice giving him tingles.

Lifting his head and looking to the side, he gazed upon her in all her natural, resplendent beauty. Her more common form was huge, a quite literal giantess, yet that was a pale shadow of what she really was. Dozens of feet long, bearing a pair of hooved forelegs, a bestial snout, and a lustrous golden hide, she could easily be mistaken for some sea serpent of old, yet her appearance didn’t frighten him in the slightest. At her core, she was as sweet and charming as she ever was.

Affectionately running his fingers around the keratinous rim of her forehoof, his thumb rubbing her tender frog, he grinned. “It’s not the only beautiful thing out there.”

Her eyes drifted closed and she shook her head, before peeking down at him. “You really are a marvel - a silly, somewhat foolish marvel, but a marvel all the same.”

“What can I say - I wanted us to be comfortable,” he halfheartedly snickered, giving her a shrug.

“Of all the things we could have done, places we could go or things we could see, you wanted to come out here to, how did you say it, bask in my splendor,” she amusedly remarked, twisting her snake-like body to dip down and peck the top of his head.

Rolling his eyes, he fought back a laugh. “I’m not sure if basking is the word I used, but yeah. I would’ve offered the same thing to Sonata and Aria, if they’d let me have a say in the matter.”

As she dismissively waved a leg in his direction, she turned her attention to the starry heavens. “Don’t let that bother you too much. They were both hoping to impress you and, if what they told me is right, they succeeded. I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen either of them so worked up over someone before.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, melancholic thoughts creeping into his mind.

Though he knew she’d had no intention of it, their conversation reminded him of what was at stake. After their night had concluded, he’d be left with a decision to make. If he didn’t pick one of the sirens to formally court, making the leap from unintended guest to cohabitating boyfriend, he’d need to gather what few things he had and depart. It wasn’t a matter of if he wanted to leave, since he had no intention of returning home, but that he’d only be able to cherish one of the sirens as a lover.

Each of the women was appealing in their own right, from their aesthetic to their demeanor, and being forced to choose between them was both soul-crushing and infuriating. He would have loved to keep their dynamic as it was, divvying his time with them both in and out of the bedroom, yet that was an impossible goal. He would either wind up with one of them or none of them, though he honestly wondered if the latter option was the more merciful of the two.

Hearing and feeling her shift shook him from his thoughts, but his delayed reaction wasn’t enough to save him. With one of her legs around his back and under his arm, she plucked him from the sand and positioned him squarely on her chest. As he craned his head back to peer up at her, wondering what she was doing, he found himself peering into her giant, slitted eyes.

“Not enjoying herself?” she quietly asked, cocking a brow.

For a split second, he considered lying to her, assuring her that everything was alright, yet he ultimately decided against it. He wasn’t sure he could bring himself to deceive any of the sirens, but trying to trick Adagio would have been a fool’s errand. Aside from being tall and physically powerful, she’d shown herself to have a keen eye and shrewd mind - neither of which he wished to test over something so stupid. Pressing his palms to his face, he reclined against her and groaned.

“I’m enjoying myself as much as I can,” he murmured, hoping against hope that she’d leave the matter lie.

Easing herself in a fully supine position, folding her legs over him to keep him in place, she mirrored his movements. “And what does that mean?”

He knew it - he knew she wasn’t going to let him brush off the question. Flopping his arms to his sides, rhythmically rising and lowering with her breaths, he stared blankly up at the sky. “It means I don’t want to leave.”

“I’d surmised as much,” she giggled. “But that’s hardly a reason to -”

“I don’t want one of you -” he blurted, twisting around to glare up at her face, “I want all of you!” Seeing her stunned expression, he immediately knew he’d crossed a boundary, but it was too late to back down. With a small grunt, he pulled his legs up, spun around, and sat on her chest to face her. “Sonata may be the sweetest woman I’ve ever met and I can’t help but be happy around her. Aria is the most hot-headed person I’ve ever crossed paths with, siren or not, but I know she genuinely cares about me. And you…” he trailed off suddenly, his mouth going parched and a lump forming in his throat.

Remaining almost completely still, she locked eyes with him. “And I…?”

She let the question hang, silently waiting for him to continue. Whether she was genuinely curious or not was anyone’s guess, but he was compelled to believe she wasn’t stringing him along. Try as he might to hold her gaze, he didn’t have the strength - not when speaking to her about her. Looking to the side, down the seemingly endless stretch of beach, he closed his eyes and steadily exhaled.

“You’re wonderful. When I first saw you like this,” he whispered, reaching down to caress her hide, “I was a little scared - now, having been around you and the girls, I’m even more in awe of you than I was before. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you’re the personification of the phrase ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’.”

She quaked beneath him, as her sonorous chuckle quite literally shook him from his stupor, bringing her focus to her elongated, fang-filled face. “So the monster on the outside isn’t quite as intimidating as the monster on the inside, how quaint.”

“No, that’s not what I meant!” he bleated, shaking his head from side to side. “You’re a lovely woman, regardless of what form you have. Honestly, I think you look k…kinda,” he gulped, feeling his face warm, “cute like this…”

It wasn’t just his libido talking, he actually did find her hot in a strange, somewhat terrifying way. Her sensual, sinuous body, while lacking bosoms or any conventionally attractive features, was captivating to a fault - not to mention utterly gargantuan. Situated just below her rib cage, on her diaphragm, he didn’t have to look to know where the real monster of hers was lurking.

In an unaroused state, her endowment retracted within an almost imperceptible slit just beneath her abdomen. Her tool was almost as big as his arm, when she was strutting around as a human, but when she was her unaltered self - good lord, she was packing something worthy of the name leviathan. Remembering back to when he’d first bedded her, he shivered.

As long as his leg and with a base nearly as thick as his thigh, her bestial cock defied all logic. Even with the use of the pliability elixir they kept on hand for him, he’d doubted he’d be able to handle its entirety - suffice to say, he’d been proven wrong. Being both shockingly flexible and somewhat yielding, as well as completely prehensile, her length had wormed through his depths until he swore he could feel it tickling his tonsils, yet that was only one facet of what made it astounding; the real magic had happened when she’d climaxed.

Along with an utterly absurd amount of semen that had flooded into him, he’d found himself stuffed with a clutch of eggs. While he’d had some initial concerns that he’d get knocked up, acting as an incubator for a bunch of siren young, she’d assured him that he’d need to be additionally bred by one or both of her companions. After the passionate and bizarre night of being egged, the notion of being impregnated had crossed his mind more times than he felt comfortable admitting.

“I see…” she mused, her lips drawing over her dagger-like fangs as she looked to the growing tent in his shorts. “And you’re sure it’s not just one part of me that has you so enamored?”

Swiftly collecting himself, he waved his hands before himself. “I ain’t saying I didn’t like getting - Ahem - intimate with you like this, but there’s more to it than that.”

Giggling to herself, she leaned forward and brought her toothy visage right to his face. “I know, but someone has to give you a hard time…”

Her lighthearted remark was punctuated by something bumping against the small of his back, causing him to turn and look behind himself. His pupils shrank to pinpricks, his pucker hungrily seized, and his heart leapt into his throat, as he peered at the writhing, fleshy behemoth that had emerged from her loins. Without knowing exactly when she’d started to get excited, possibly while he was musing on her carnal prowess, he subconsciously licked his lips and shuffled backward.

“As amused as I am to see you so eager, I wanted to point something out,” she hummed, leaning back and lifting a foreleg. “There may be a way for you to get what you wish, but it would require a small exchange…”

Pursing his lips, tearing his eyes off her behemoth member, he peeked up at her. “What sort of an exchange?”

“This is just a thought,” she continued, lowering her tone and bringing her snout to his ear, “but it would be awfully hard to kick you out if you were harboring our young.”

Her not-so-little idea struck him like a gong, leaving his jaw hanging open in disbelief. It didn’t matter if she’d somehow hidden the ability to read his mind, because she’d just sank her teeth into something he’d secretly fantasized about for the better part of two weeks. Sensing his weakness, drawing her tongue up his neck and to his ear, her sinful onslaught had only just begun.

“And you know we’d pamper you endlessly until and well-after the delivery,” she cooed. “I can’t speak for the girls, although I think it’s fair to say that we’d all like to play paternity roulette with that seductive little body of yours.”

In one of the rarer moments in his life, he didn’t know what to say. The idea of being impregnated by a trio of enormous, metamorphic sea creatures wasn’t nearly as off-putting as it should have been. Given that he’d probably lost his job and that most folks likely thought he was dead, having vanished from a lake to nearly drown and be rescued by a trio of horse-hung titans, did he really have much to lose?

In spite of the suddenness of her offer, he raised his waist, lowered his hands, and pulled his shorts down to reveal his rump. He knew when opportunity was knocking at his door, and he wasn’t about to pass up the chance of a lifetime. If being knocked up and carrying around a bunch of eggs for a few months meant he’d get to stay with a trio of goddesses and forget about the humdrum, all too unremarkable life he’d been living, so be it.

Pulling away slightly, her haughty grin growing only broader, she watched him strip. “Before I forget, there’s one small thing I’d like to do.”

Having removed and flung his shirt to the side, awkwardly wrestling to get his bottoms off, he glanced up at her. “What’s that?”

“Turn around and let me warm you up,” she purred, shooting him a wink.

He didn’t need to be told twice, turning around and lifting his bare backside at her. He’d already downed a vial of potion before going out, having fully expected them to get frisky at some point or another, so there was no real need to get loosened up - having said that, being rimmed would allow him to get a small appetizer. With her mammoth shaft slowly writing against her belly, lifting up and flopping against his shoulder, he lifted a hand and guided its slender tip to his mouth.

Just as eager as he was, Adagio shot forward and pressed her snout to his tush. He never would have thought he’d enjoy getting his ass eaten would be as pleasurable as it was - at the same time, he never thought he’d relish sucking off or getting fucked by an actual sea monster. As her tongue coaxed his entrance open, steadily easing into him, he bobbed his head and worked her slippery length into his gullet.

Salty and just the faintest bit sweat, coated with some sort of natural lubricant, her cock coated his palate and taste buds almost instantaneously. Feeling her sinuous, muscular tongue probing into him, lathering his interior with thick saliva, he had to force himself to concentrate - not because it was uncomfortable, but because it was just a taste of what he was in for. Drawing a deep breath and relaxing himself, he pressed forward and drove her shaft into his throat.

Fellating something so massive was a herculean effort; even with the elixir’s effects working at full force, he could only hold his breath for so long. Withdrawing just enough to get the periodic sip of air, mopping her shaft with his lips, he was swiftly rewarded with a gout of cloying pre-cum. Eclipsing the quantity of jizz that any man could produce, the viscous fluid she spurted into his maw seeped out his nose and straight into his stomach.

“Sorry about that,” she weakly noted, retracting her tongue from his behind, “it’s rare that I get to indulge like this and - Mnnnnn!”

Her apology, while appreciated, was wholly unnecessary - if anything, the spontaneous gout of pre got him even more worked up than he had been already. Doubling down, quite literally choking himself on her endowment, he steadied himself on one hand while massaging the base of her length with the other. Modesty be darned - there was no way in heck he was going to half-ass getting her nice and ready to claim him.

Though she didn’t say a thing, she resumed feasting on his booty with renewed enthusiasm. As they ground against one another, getting increasingly heated as the minutes passed, things inevitably reached a head. Simultaneously coming to a screeching halt, having had enough of their little game of chicken, they looked to one another and smiled.

Anon and Adagio were different in many ways, ranging from their size to their very species, yet each had come to realize what the other wanted. A subtle glance, a soft caress, or a hushed whimper spoke volumes, saying more than words ever could, and all the signs were there. As he wheeled around and flopped onto his back, bringing his tush just above her equipment, she gingerly lifted him up and brought her writhing cock between his legs.

Slowly, taking care to let them both relish the sensation, he was lowered onto her while her shaft plunged into his twitching, ravenous hole. Being filled by one of the Sirens was an extraordinary experience by any measure, yet doing so with Adagio’s colossal form was unequaled in intensity. Simply feeling her sinking into him, rearranging his insides, was almost enough to make him climax on the spot - almost. Willing himself to stay composed, clamping his eyes shut, he maintained himself until the entirety of her length was fully sheathed within him.

With his back resting against her, she placed her hooves on his shoulders to hold him steady. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work this time…”

Dumbfoundedly looking down at his belly, he nodded. One of the few, if any drawbacks of bedding something so inhuman and large was that the number of sex positions was very limited - doubly so when they didn’t have the luxury of furniture to make use of. Shifting her legs, bringing her hooves under his arms, she rolled her hips down, freed a potion of her cock, then thrust into him. His eyelids fluttered and he couldn’t bite back a blissful moan, as she fell into a gradual rhythm of plowing him.

“As - Aaaaaah - incredible as ever,” she groaned.

If he could have spoken, he would have returned the compliment - regrettably, it took everything he had to reciprocate even a fraction of her affection. With his hands thrown out to his sides, caressing the soft scales of her abdomen, he squeezed his overstuffed hole on her withdrawals. It was a bit of a shame that they didn’t have a bed to use, but he wasn’t particularly bothered; the night was young and, if he was lucky, he’d be able to get a second round with her before morning.

Lazily increasing her speed, she began moving him atop herself. The helplessness of being used by something so vast and more powerful than himself was awe-inspiring and insanely arousing. The fact that he’d even found the trio was astounding in and of itself, yet having all three pining for his affection was like living out a lustful teenage fantasy - sure, he may end up carrying around their offspring for a while, but that was a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.

Cracking one eye open, lurching upward with a particularly hard thrust, he watched his belly bulge and swell. As captivating as it was to see the imprint of one of their stallionhoods in his gut, the sight of the writhing, monster dick snaking through his abdomen and into his torso was the definition of depraved lunacy. There should have been no possible way he could accommodate something so immense, yet he could and it felt fantastic.

Before he realized what he was doing, he’d planted his feet on the base of her tail and begun moving in tune with her. While his range of motion was extremely limited, having several feet of cock pistoning into himself, he did what he could to lend something to the affair - after all, being screwed like an onahole was all well and good, but he wanted - no, needed her to know he cared. As her snicker caught his ear, he looked up and back at her.

“I know you said you wanted all three of us, but don’t be offended if I end up hogging you a bit,” she vainly remarked without slowing. Though he tried not to show it, hoping to at least act somewhat impartial, she must have noticed some subconscious tell on his face. Shifting her head closer to him, pounding into him all the while, she lightly snorted on his face. “Or would you like that?”

He knew he shouldn’t answer her, that he should deflect the subject or lie, but it was no use. While he did cherish each of the sirens individually, Adagio was the crown jewel of the three. He couldn’t deny that she’d won a special place in his heart, be it from her arrogance and superiority or the way she liked to indulge him, and she knew it. As her thrusts lost a bit of speed, he figured out what she was doing; she’d asked him a question and now she wanted an answer.

“M…maybe,” he rasped.

Returning to her reclined position, her grasp on him tightening, she conceitedly laughed. “Good…”

No sooner had the word passed her lips then she started rutting him with all the subtlety of a runaway freight train. His eyelids fluttered wildly, his legs and arms lost their strength, and saliva crept out of his cheek, as she cemented herself as the sirens’ leader. She may not have been physically bigger or stronger than her companions, but her commanding presence, the way she carried herself, and her self-possessed demeanor were the reasons she was in charge.

“Once we’re - Unf - done here, I’m going to breed you until sunup,” she grunted, hammering her slippery waist against him. “It’s not my fault that you wanted me to fill you with my eggs, is it?”

An incoherent whimper was all he could manage, utterly overwhelmed by her desires. Though he understood that both Aria and Sonata would soon have turns with him, lending their reproductive weight to his agreement, some part of him understood exactly what Adagio wanted. The golden siren’s hubris was even bigger than her gargantuan figure, and claiming him had set the fires of her passion into a roaring inferno.

Inching closer and closer to his limit, struggling to draw out the moment for as long as he could, his undoing came when a pair of huge, luscious lips appeared over him and locked onto his face. He barely had time to understand how Adagio had contorted herself to kiss him, before her tongue slipped into his mouth and down his throat. With her romantic gesture, feeling her teeth against his face while she railed him, he slipped past the threshold.

Having his prostate ground to dust would have finished him off sooner or later, but the deep kiss did him in. Mewling like a needy harlot, he came all over himself. He’d had more climaxes than he could count through his life, both by himself and with a small number of partners, yet the enormity of an orgasm brought on by a siren was almost incomprehensible. As he pawed at her frame, jostled with each of her titanic thrusts, his rapture pushed him to the very brink of passing out - that was until he felt her length start pulsing.

Even though she lacked the ability to flare in her native state, he immediately understood she was about to blow her load. Her hitched breaths, frenzied thrust, and the way her tongue plumbed his airway confirmed she was on the edge, causing him to act. Summoning a strength he didn’t know he had, he grabbed her cheeks, shoved her away, and peered up at her. There was only one thing he wanted, and he was going to make good and sure that she knew it.

“I want to have your babies!!!” he wailed.

Her eyes widened in shock, moments before she threw her head back and issued a triumphant howl. Though he’d just cum seconds before, the overwhelming force of her climax brought with it an unfathomable pleasure that was too much for his human mind to bear. With his mouth agape, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, he was embraced by a nirvanic nothingness.

He may have been comatose for days or mere moments - either way, he eventually awoke where he’d blacked out. With her hoof tenderly stroking the top of his head, he falteringly opened his eyes and inspected himself. As he’d expected, he looked positively gravid, easily passable for several months pregnant, yet he wasn’t displeased with the look - on the contrary, the sight brought with it an odd contentedness.

Tilting her head and swinging her head to his side, she peered over at him. “Have a good nap?”

Rubbing his belly, he smiled. “Actually, yeah, I did. I wasn’t out for too long, was I?”

She shrugged and flexed her groin, shifting her softening length within him. “Just for a little bit. I hope you don’t mind, but I was serious earlier. Once I get you home, we’re going at it again.”

Unable to suppress an excited shudder, his stuffed hole twitching in anticipation, his smile broadened. “I wouldn’t mind that a bit…”

Epilogue

“Ugh,” Anon groaned, shuffling down the hallway and toward the kitchen. “Babe?”

Sonata and Aria appeared from the doorway ahead of him, bearing cheerful and somewhat concerned expressions respectively. “Yeah?” they asked in unison, their voices mirroring their respective demeanors.

He hadn’t necessarily wanted to get up so early, but the alluring smell of frying bacon and eggs had roused him from his restful slumber. It wasn’t like he’d had to get up, having been brought breakfast in bed on an increasingly frequent basis, but nothing quite beat dining at a table with his paramours. Grinning down at the two, seeing them eyeing his stomach, he continued on his path. While not much had changed with his living conditions, aside from his housemates being a bit more doting, he’d gone through a few interesting developments.

The day after his date with Adagio was a haze of debauchery. He didn’t remember much, although there were fleeting memories of the sirens having an absolute field day with him. The trio had set upon him like a pack of ravenous sharks, fucking him in every way imaginable, until they’d ensured he would bear their progeny. All in all, it had been a wondrously hedonistic event, though the wanton threesome had resulted in some interesting results.

He’d expected their eggs to grow slowly, something akin to a human’s gestation, but he’d been mistaken. Their ovum, each starting as roughly the size of a golf ball, swiftly grew to the size of cantaloupes within a mere two months - mercifully, he only ended up harboring a quartet of their unborn young and, if their assumptions were correct, he’d deliver them in relatively short order. Weirdly enough, as he’d quickly discovered, being knocked up wasn’t that bad!

The potion would ensure delivery was a painless and possibly even pleasant process, the sirens had been practically pampering him since the momentous occasion, and having a rather cumbersome baby bump was only mildly irritating. It was a bit inconvenient carrying around four nearly volleyball sized eggs in his gut, apparently affixed to his insides with some sort of biological adhesive, but the benefits far outweighed the costs. Sonata was even nicer than usual, Aria had been gentle and even kind to him, and Adagio fawned over him on a regular basis - in short, he was practically living like a gravid king.

“Girls,” a lilting voice intoned, as a set of fingers wrapped over his shoulder and brought him to a stop, “our dear hubby was wondering if you’d also make some pancakes.”

Glaring over at him, Aria disappeared from sight. “Fine, but he can at least put away the dishes!”

“I’ll run to the store and get some syrup!” Sonata chirped, flitting away.

Twisting his head to peer up at the afroed amazoness behind him, he smirked. “You just couldn’t have been honest, could you?”

She grinned down at him and massaged his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Where’s the fun in that?”

As her arms folded around him, her hands wandering down to his distended, egg-filled belly, he giggled. His life had taken a number of odd twists and turns, but starting a family with three otherworldly denizens of the deep was by far the strangest and most rewarding experience he’d ever had. Secure in her embrace, with his other pair of lovers busying themselves to make him happy, craned his head and pecked Adagio on the nose.

If things kept going the way they’d been going, with one peculiar development happening after another, he would likely be in for quite the wild ride. Though he was reluctant to get his hopes up, he would genuinely like to take their relationship to the next level. While there was nothing wrong with the comfy bit of polyamory they shared, he’d had the growing urge to make things official - well, more official than bearing their children - nevertheless, that could wait. For the time being, he was as happy as he could be with his trio of lovers…