A Sample of Serenades

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…”