A Siren's Regret

by Michael Hudson

First published

A Siren is a parasite. Few ever can break this idea. And even those who do rarely act on that impulse. This is one of those times, where Sonata acts.

To most, a Siren is a parasite. Nothing more than something that does not only cause misery, but delights in it. Even amongst their own race, none of them care. They are mean, rude, heartless creatures from birth, and almost none break from this. Even those who do rarely take action upon these feelings.

This is merely one time when Sonata acts on these notions of hers.

Thank you to Do Not Look At My Name Bro, and Bootsy Slickmane for pre-reading.

One More Meal

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“I never want to see you again!”

Adagio hummed to herself as she shut her eyes, Aria licked her lips before munching on a french fry, and Sonata simply watched, a tear at the edge of her eye. She could taste the misery of course, just like any siren. Unlike her companions though, a familiar pain filled her chest, especially as the caramel colored man stood up and trudged out the back door. “I-I’ll be back, girls.”

Adagio was already slowly slipping into unconsciousness as she enjoyed her meal while Aria simply rolled her eyes. “More for me, so go ahead.”

“Thanks.” Sonata skipped over to the back door, her short, pink skirt bouncing with each step, even though her flat chest didn’t. She expected that to change pretty soon though.

Looking into the alley, she heard a familiar whimpering. She took shaking steps out into the alley, using the wall to steady herself as she undid the hooks to her dark purple jacket. Leaning over the dumpster, she took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she began her atonement.

Looking over the handsome man, the tightness in her chest grew. He looked like a nice guy, a worker, maybe even a farmhand. She tried telling herself that she didn’t have to do this. That he would probably be able to find someone else, but simply couldn’t muster the argument.

And so, she began. A soft, low pitched hum entered the alley. With each of his sobs, a wisp of green malice and strife started to waft its way towards her. However, this hum was different. Instead of simply seeping into the jewel that hung between her breasts, the energy sank into the flat mounds surrounding them.

She bit into her lip and forced the hum to continue coming out as she felt her body start to be infected with her own magic. As little as she wanted to admit it, the process was a bit uncomfortable for her. Making her body someone else’s ideal had left her in a lot of weird shapes, and no matter what happened, it made her body be lit on fire after the discomfort of changing faded.

Her eyes widened as she constantly had to lower her zipper. While the last guy had wanted an extremely small chested girl, she quickly found her bra being ripped apart as her breasts became almost the size of her head. In her current predicament, the moment the large mounds touched the cold, plastic lid to the dumpster, her hum was cut off by a painful, sharp intake.

The man snapped out of his trance just as Sonata barely forced her breasts back into her shirt, knowing that more than half of each of them was visible, and her nipples were probably even poking out. Looking up, she met his eyes with a forced smile and threw down her jacket at him so as to give her a chance to wipe away the tears the bitter cold had brought to her eyes. “Hi there.”

He removed the jacket and felt his breath catch as he saw the ample cleavage that was being forced at him. He swallowed hard and sputtered out, “H-hi?”

Sonata flicked her hair back, confident in her act now as she came around and bent over him. She heard the zipper lower itself and felt the bite of the air on half of her nipples, but she didn’t care. “Was that your girlfriend who was acting like a total bitch back there?”

He only kept his eyes towards the mystery girl because of the fact that he couldn’t look away from the large rack being presented to him. “S-she isn’t a-”

“Never wanting to see a nice guy like you again seems like a pretty bitchy move to me. Do you expect her to take you back?” She knew the answer of course. If the three of them broke someone up, they were going to stay that way. That was why she was allowing herself to freeze out here.

This time, even his dream breasts weren’t enough, and he looked away. “I… I don’t want to lose her.”

Sonata shivered as she got onto her knees, pressing her breasts against his arm, the zipper coming down even more to be absolutely useless. which made it all that much harder for her to keep her smile as her nipples immediately became erect. “No. It’s that you don’t want to be alone, right?”

For a few moments, the man considered just accepting the whore’s offer. Give the girl what she seemed to want. He then simply shoved her back. “I’m sorry, but I’m not looking for company tonight.”

Sonata pouted before putting her breasts on his head. “I promise you, I’m not just some common whore.”

His crimson blush increased before he backed further away from her. “I… I don’t think th-those would agree.”

She grit her teeth and smiled, putting a hand on her chest. “Do you like them? They were made this way just for you. Just like,” she said as she shimmied out of her tight skirt and underwear, “this is.”

His eyes were wide, and he found himself unable to move, or notice the smaller green wisps that came off of him. “Wh-what do you mean by made?”

Sonata crawled over her redeemer, and put one hand on the side of his face. “It means that I am a sort of angel. A girl who merely wants to mend your broken heart, and that is her one purpose in life. So please, tell me your name, so I may send you to heaven, if not just for a little bit? Make you forget the pain for a time.”

He looked down before wrapping his arms around the pretty slut and holding her close. “M-my name is Caramel, and I...I don’t know what to say.”

She nuzzled against his neck before pushing up and putting her lips next to his ear. “Say nothing then. Just forget about the pain you’re in, or the pain you caused, and simply relax, and enjoy. Please, for me?”

He looked at her for another moment before tentatively giving her lips a peck. Sonata immediately responded in kind, pushing her tongue into his mouth and coiling around his muscle. Shivers ran up and down his spine as he was treated to almost nine hundred years of practice.

While he was distracted with that, Sonata’s hand got to quick work. First came the button on his jeans, which she slowly undid, pressing her thumb against what she bet was the tip of his cock.Next came his underwear. She didn’t want to force too much off of him so as he could stay warm, so she first simply stroked his underwear, earning her a pained groan before she peeled the white fabric back.

She moaned slightly as she ran her hand along the length of his shaft, quite pleased to find that she might just might be getting off tonight for other reasons then her body being hypersensitive tonight. Caramel moaned louder as her soft, nimble fingers gently teased his shaft, and almost jumped as she gave his balls a squeeze. Separating from her, he shook his head back and forth, trying to collect his thoughts. “You know, none of this stops the debate that you’re a whore.”

Sonata turned away, forcing a chuckle out of herself as a tear came down her face. “I...I get that a lot, but- but I promise that this is not for my pleasure.” Almost to prove her point, she started increasing her pace on his cock, using his precum as lube. He groaned as he put his head back and she felt him tighten in her hand.

He let out one more groan and slammed a fist onto the ground as his muscles spasmed. A long shot of white, thick cum launched itself into the air, splashing against Sonata’s stomach and thighs. She tried to chuckle at the quick shot, but couldn’t bring herself to, which only horrified her. It was only the first shot, and already she was faltering.

“I-I’m sorry.”

Sonata snapped out of her thoughts with those words and forced a smile on as she sat against the wall, spreading her legs for him to see everything. “Hey, you’re having a rough night as it is, so I understand if you’re a bit... overeager. B-besides, at least I now get to have a taste before you give my pussy the main course” Just to make sure he got what she meant, she swiftly got to work, using her slender fingers to scoop up the cum and bring it up to her mouth. Drop by drop, it slid down her throat, all while her other hand eagerly rubbed at her folds.

After a few moments of panting, his mind desperately trying to cling to anything he could understand, he found one. He had a girl wanting him, with breasts barely not too large for his hands, and that he wanted her. He caused Sonata to jump as his hands grabbed her breasts far harder than he meant to. Almost immediately, they loosened, but Sonata had noticed.

“You know, if you want to treat me like you want to treat whatever caused you to lose your beloved, I would be fine with it. Anything that makes you happier.”

Almost instantly, her nipples were twisted hard, sending spasms of intense pain and pleasure rocketing through her. Her fingers tried to make sure she didn’t start to cry as he mauled her bosom by gently stroking her folds. With each touch, her body was wracked by pleasure, and yet, her mind still only wanted to focus on the pain. On the pain this man wanted her to feel. The pain she deserved.

Her breath escaped her lips as she was shoved against the wall. For a few moments, her vision swam, her skull having cracked against the stone building. She felt her legs be forced open, and heard the man start screaming. “I loved her!”

Another push against the wall came as he pushed her against the wall, shoving his cock deep within her. Her pussy hadn’t been ready for it, it couldn’t have been. Every man wanted the tightest pussy in the world, and her folds only closed on him because of the intense pain that wracked her body.

Sonata grit her teeth, realizing that his hands were still on her breasts. Just like the rest of her, they were being forced back as well. Small streams of white milk came out of the tips, all a part of Caramel’s dream girl. She wished this had come from him drinking from her, but knew this was the best way to comfort him.

“I cared about her!”

Sonata could feel every inch of him as he thrust with all of his might. His trembling cock was simply too big as it tried to break into her cervix, and tears started to come down Sonata’s eyes. As much as she wanted her lovers to hurt her, she simply couldn’t deny it when all her body wanted to do was shut her legs as fast as possible. That wasn’t an option though, not with how deep, or hard, he was pounding into her.

“I was even going to propose to her you bitch!”

Sonata trembled as he pulled back an arm. She didn’t know how to react. She had only ever broken up mere couples. People who had just started dating. As the fist came down upon her face, she felt nothing. No arousal or pain, just, nothing. A nothingness that had been building since they started feeding on these poor, innocent souls.

Finally, once her whole body felt like one large bruise, Caramel collapsed, sobbing beside her. “I… I don’t know what came over me. I… I just tried to kill you.”

Sonata turned to him, attempting to ignore the warm blood she could feel running down her back. She had survived worse. At least, she hoped. “D-did this make you feel any better?”

Caramel stared at the girl as she attempted to smile at him. “I… I don’t know.”

She pushed against the ground and weakly got up. “W-well, then, why don’t I,” she coughed slightly, clutching her side, “give you my skype? I can do little shows for you, continue to make sure you don’t feel alone that way, even when I have to leave.”

He stared at her and picked her up, helping Sonata stand as he stared into her eyes. “Are...are you some sort of angel?”

Sonata felt the tears and sadness come back as she shook her head. “I… I’m far too terrible to be something as nice as that, but thank you.”

And within five minutes, Sonata watched Caramel leave, barely being able to stand. It normally hurt her when she had to leave them, but for most, she at least had made them happy. This… this reminded her of the first one. The one she had tried to simply talk to. The one that made her realize how truly awful she, Adagio, and Aria were.

She glanced over at the table where Aria was finishing her food. They would need to leave this town soon. She would follow of course. She was just as desperate not to starve in this world as them, and knew her natural instincts would never allow her to stop feeding. Stopping her terrible sin simply wasn’t meant to be. So she slowly made her way back to the booth, hoping the next guy would at least be able to smile when they were done.