> A Taste of Different Tunes... > by Some Leech > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Intro > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anon never thought he would end up drowning to death in a pond - then again, he never thought he would have wound up in a world of talking and often magical creatures. As ridiculous as it may have sounded, an innocent kayaking trip had ended up sending him to a watery grave. He really, really should have tried his luck with a less dangerous outdoor activity, like spelunking or hiking, because he was on the water for less than ten minutes before he went overboard. Sinking into the depths, cursing his hubris, the glacial water embraced him. He’d been told that the miniature lake wasn’t even deep, yet he steadily sank dozens of feet towards the bottom. Flailing madly, watching the last of his breath bubble towards the fading light above, his vision darkened. As his consciousness faded, with the world closing in around him, his limbs went slack. He’d seen shows about near death experiences, back when he was on Earth, but he’d never given them much credit. His life didn’t flash before his eyes, the flow of time didn’t distort, and he wasn’t granted some heavenly glimpse of an afterlife - no, the only thing he experienced was terror. The last thing he saw was a bit strange, although it was more than likely a hallucination; just as he went under, losing his grip of reality, three gigantic shapes drifted towards him. … With a startled gasp, coughing and sputtering water from his lungs, he bolted up in a panic. The last thing he remembered was dying - well, he sure as hell thought he’d been dying. Looking around, doing his level best to figure out where he was, he was greeted by what appeared to be the interior of a cavern of some sort. Smooth, slick stone surrounded the chamber in which he rested, deepening the mystery of his condition. He hadn’t heard about any caves in the area, although it wasn’t like he’d ever expressly asked about them either. The air around him was cold and damp, the rock against him was frigid, and there was perilously little light in the small grotto. Glancing upwards, seeing a small glowing crystal, he knit his brow. Wherever he was, he’d been brought there by someone or something. Attempting to put the pieces together, overwhelmed by the near-death experience, he absentmindedly scratched his chest. His fingers glided over his bare, clammy skin, giving him a moment for pause. Peering down at himself, he gulped. He hadn’t just been rescued, he’d been stripped naked. Scanning the relatively small room, finding no trace of his clothes or belongings, he scrunched his nose. He’d heard something about having to have your top removed for CPR, but that didn’t explain why his pants, underwear, socks, and shoes were all missing. As a shiver ran up his spine, reminding him of just how cold he was, he reluctantly pushed himself up. While it definitely wasn’t freezing in the grotto, he knew he’d need to get dry and warm up, lest he risk getting sick. Under the glow of the tiny, luminous gemstone, he crept towards the only avenue of his escape - an arched doorway leading into a dark tunnel. He would have been tempted to try and grab the crystal dangling from the ceiling, had it not been for a faint glow from the far end of the gloomy, winding corridor. Steeling his resolve, hoping he hadn’t been captured by some nightmarish creature, he cautiously pressed onward. There would be some grand irony in being spared from death, only to become a snack or plaything for a monster, but the humor did little to lift his spirits. If he was really, really lucky, his savior was doing his laundry and getting him a warm meal. Stifling a laugh, knowing good and full well that he had a better chance of being eaten alive, given the misfortunes he’d been through, he crept closer and closer to the second light source. Moving as silently as possible, forcing himself to breathe shallow, he reached the mouth of the passage. The chamber he discovered was much more welcoming than the area he’d awoken in. A somewhat shabby couch rested against one wall, heaped with blankets, opposite of a table. Besides the sparse furniture, there were yet more of the glowing gems, three archways leading in different directions, and a book resting on the sofa. There was no doubt about it, he was in someone’s home, even if it was an unconventional home. Though it took him a moment to realize it, the warmth of the living room eventually dawned on him. Without any discernible explanation, the comfy little area was a bearable temperature, yet that only addressed one of his myriad of problems. Stepping to the sofa, plucking a rather thin linen, he fashioned a makeshift toga for himself. “H...hello?!” he falteringly called, hearing his voice echo over the stone surrounding him. Some part of him was reluctant to make a noise, but he couldn’t think of a more reasonable course of action. He’d been saved and deposited in a dwelling of some sort, so whatever had plucked him from the lake hadn’t wanted him dead - at least, not for the time being. He could have ended up wandering around, hoping to find an exit, yet he had no idea where he was or how far underground he was. Slinking to one of the hallways, noticing a light at the far end of the passage, he pursed his lips. He had no way of knowing where he was, who he may encounter, or what his savior’s intentions were for him, so he forced himself to sit down and wait. Easing himself onto the sofa, swaddling himself in the blankets, a sudden noise caught his ear. “Hello?” he repeated, hearing what sounded like footsteps. Something was coming towards him, from the tunnel to his immediate right. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound like it was wearing shoes, although that wasn’t what troubled him; it took him less than a second to realize it wasn’t just one set of feet moving in his direction - it was several. Shuffling towards the far end of the sofa, feeling his heartbeat spike, he anxiously waited. Seconds unsteadily passed, as he grew increasingly nervous, until the most unexpected thing occurred. A yellow, humanoid face appeared, wreathed in an amber and gold-streaked afro, and peeked over at him. He was shocked enough to see another human, yet the surprise was far from finished. Grinning wolfishly, locking her ruby eyes with his, a girl stepped into view. “Well well well - I’m happy that you aren’t dead,” the young woman amusedly muttered, sauntering towards him. Adorned in matching lavender top and skirt, looking completely out of place, her appearance left him wholly nonplussed. He hadn’t seen a human in years, not since he’d been inexplicably flung to Equestria, so her appearance was completely and utterly befuddling. Looking her over, while his jaw flapped uselessly, he looked for any sign of deception or trickery. So far as he could tell, from her bare feet to the top of her head, she was a human - an oddly colored human, but a human nonetheless. Atypical skin tone aside, she was even pretty damn hot. Her full chest, generous hips, and slender, toned legs tinged his confusion with a hint of amorous interest, before her snicker snapped him back to the present. “Not even a thank you?” she mused, inching closer to the gobsmacked man. “T...thanks,” he sputtered, uneasily getting to his feet. It wasn’t until he stood that he noticed another particularly obvious anomaly about his host - she was absolutely massive. Towering a head and shoulders above him, with his head coming to rest at her bust, she was a literal amazoness. Forcing a smile, hoping not to unsettle his rescuer, he extended an arm towards her. “I’m Anon,” he timidly noted. “Adagio,” she responded, coolly shaking his hand, “and I’m sure you’ll soon meet -” “The best two sirens,” a second voice cheerfully proclaimed, wrenching the man’s attention to the side. Another figure stomped from the passage, though this one had a distinctly different aura. While she was approximately the same size as the golden woman, the similarities ended there. Her smile and demeanor were like that of a child, innocent and pure, as she carefreely traipsed over, wrapped her arms around him, and caught him in a bear hug. Caught off guard, with the air squeezed from his lungs, he thanked his lucky stars that the embrace was fleeting. “And I’m Sonata!” the newcomer chirped, nonchalantly grabbing his free hand. Instead of being an odd yellow hue, Sonata’s flesh was a light cerulean color. Her long, arctic and violet hair was locked in a ponytail, flowing over her back and above her top and skirt, which came nearly to her waist. As strange as it may have sounded, smiling up at her, he almost immediately felt a bit more at ease in her presence. “Are we seriously going to let him crash here and get our blankets wet? I just did the damn laundry,” a low voice growled, sending a shiver up the man’s spine. As with the first two, a third figure appeared from the hallway. Just as big as her friends, but even more imposing, she scowled over at him. His smile wilted, his knees threatened to buckle, and he was compelled to flee, but there was no getting away. Locked in his bubbly host’s clutches, he watched the latecomer draw nearer. “You better be worth all the effort, or else we’re putting you back at the bottom of our lake,” the unnamed woman groused, thrusting a finger to his chest. With a fuschia hide, sporting aquamarine and violet pigtails, her colorful aesthetic stood in stark contrast to her unwelcoming demeanor. Even if she wasn’t a literal giantess, he would have steered clear of any girl with her sort of attitude. Meekly staring up at her, while her mulberry gaze bored into him, he was saved by an unlikely source. “Don’t mind her,” Sonata whispered, bringing her face to his ear, “she’s always grumpy - besides, she already told me she thinks you’re really cute -” “Sonata!” the angry titan bellowed, her face going a beet red. Glaring down at the man, for the briefest of moments, she stormed down a tunnel and out of view. “Don’t worry, her bark is far worse than her bite -” Adagio snickered, watching her friend depart, “that is, unless you’re into that sort of thing.” “So,” he uneasily began, looking between the duo, “you three saved me?” “Mmmhmm!” Sonata hummed, nodding cheerfully to herself. “We sure did!” Keenly aware that the sheet was the only thing covering his nude body, he squinted up at the blue titan. “And I’m naked because…?” “Because you were drenched, nearly drowned in our pond, and because I wanted to see if you were as adorable out of your clothes as you were in them,” Adagio nonchalantly replied. Leaning over, casually looking at his backside, she smirked. “Needless to say, I was not disappointed.” “Me neither!” Sonata bleated. The prospect of having a duo, possibly trio, of colossi amorously interested in him would have been jarring enough, had he not noticed something stirring beneath their skirts. Despite himself, wondering what in the hell he was seeing, he glanced between their groins. Sadly, as he was quick to find out, his curiosity didn’t go unnoticed. “In case you were wondering, mine’s bigger,” the golden giantess purred. Shamelessly flipping her skirt, she gave him an unimpeded view of her crotch. Though she was wearing panties, it was immediately apparent that she was packing a bit more than any sort of ordinary woman. A titanic swell rested beneath the thin, startlingly stretchy material of her undergarment, causing his heart to skip a beat. Not to be outdone, or perhaps just a bit too excited to show off the goods, Sonata wheeled around and bent over. “Hers might be a bit bigger than mine, but just look at this tooshie!” Twisting his head, Anon’s eyes widened. Like her companion, there was a massive bulge resting beneath her sublimely supple behind. She’d been right about her ass, which looked both large and exceptionally soft, although she was definitely hiding something more than a meaty puss under her panties. Unsure of what to say, if saying anything at all was appropriate, he found himself suddenly parched. “So…” Adagio began, stepping forward and grinding her package against his arm. “Since we did fish you out of our little lake, we figured out the perfect way you could pay us back.” “P...P...Pay you back?” he stammered, feeling a cold knot form in his stomach. “If you want to, of course,” Sonata giggled, straightening up and turning towards him. “It would be kinda nice if you gave us all a little relief.” He was sure he’d heard her correctly, although the implications of relief could only mean one thing. “Relief?” he croaked. “One night each - no more, no less,” Adagio clarified, releasing her skirt and lifting a finger. “It’s technically an open offer, but it seems only fair - after all, we could put you back where we found you…” While it wasn’t quite a threat, more of a tease than anything, the thought of being deposited at the bottom of a frigid body of water wasn’t exactly welcoming. Doing what he could to calm himself, which wasn’t much, he shuffled back. Though they’d saved him, and were apparently more equipped than any females he’d ever seen, he did have a few questions. “Can I ask something first?” he timidly murmured, trying and failing not to ogle the amazoness’ nethers. “Sure! Is it about our junk? I bet it’s about our junk!” Sonata snickered, hooking a thumb over the waistband of her skirt. “It’s…” he trailed off, being put on the spot. “Yeah…” “Well you’ll have to find out,” Adagio cooed, flashing her teeth at him. “Though I will say this - we’re tops and we’ve never failed to leave a lover satisfied.” “Hey, I’m not a top!” the giggly giantess pouted, petulantly crossing her arms over her chest. “Anyways,” Adagio groaned, rolling her eyes and leaning forward. Bringing her face to a hair’s breadth from the man’s nose, grinning from ear to ear, she chuckled ominously. “So what do you say? Care to bed a trio of sirens?” With few other options, filled with a strange combination of curiosity, hesitation, and budding lust, Anon slowly nodded. Considering he’d nearly died, he figured a roll with three colossal women wouldn’t be a bad way to wrap up his bizarre day. Even if they had dicks, which he presumed they did, it wouldn’t be the end of the world - besides, it’s not every day you get to bed a mythical creature... > Sonata > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anxious and aroused, Anon awaited within one of the siren’s bedchambers. Unlike the rest of the subterranean abode, the room was well lit, colorful, and festooned with embellishments. Posters hung from the walls, above a vanity, dresser, and bed - a bed he uneasily rested upon. He was still a bit tense about fooling around with the huge creature, which is why he’d chosen the most amiable of the trio to start with. “Ta da!” Sonata merrily shouted, leaping into view. Though she was buck naked, with her massive body on full display, she appeared exceedingly cheerful with unabashedly showing herself off. Her figure was decidedly feminine, bearing full hips, an impressive bust, and curves in all the right places, yet that wasn’t what held the stunned man’s attention. Staring awestruck at her loins, he watched what he could only describe as a tremendous cock sway in the cool air. “Is it bigger or smaller than a human girl’s?” she asked, peering down at her flaccid length. “Uh,” he grunted, tearing his eyes off her package. “Human girls don’t usually have a - um…” A disappointed look flitted across Sonata’s face, before she regained her sunny disposition. “Well that’s a shame. What about asses though?” “Ass…” he fell silent, watching her face away from him, bend over, and give her rump a sound smack. Regardless of the heat she was packing, the view of her sumptuous rump caused his manhood to twitch. He’d always had a fondness for behinds, finding them as or more alluring than a nice rack, so the display hammered at one of his many lecherous weak spots. As she spread her cheeks, showing off her very inviting pucker, he pulled his toga over his steadily growing erection. “Well?” she hummed, tauntingly rocking her hips from side to side. Gazing longingly at her rear, wondering how soft it was, he found himself fixated by the sight. “It...it’s really nice.” The siren peered over her shoulder, positively beaming back at him. “You want a closer look?” “I...I don’t…” he began, but it was too late. Moving in reverse, the amazoness inched closer and closer towards him. Situated as he was, seated on the edge of her bed, her backside was almost perfectly at his eye level. His mouth watered, the linen covering his groin tented, and his pulse quickened. All he had done was see her delectable booty, yet he was utterly transfixed. Caught under her bewitching spell, unable to move, the gigantic tush grew nearer and nearer, until it was less than a foot from his face. An inviting, shockingly alluring aroma wafted to his nostrils, sending a shiver up his spine. In spite of the fact that she was apparently some sort of legendary sea creature, and hung like a donkey, she had an amazingly feminine scent. Though he would have been content with the up close view of her provocative posterior, he was quick to discover that she wasn’t nearly finished with him. Entranced, hypnotized by the steadily approaching derriere, Anon couldn’t move a muscle, as the siren slowly ground his face between her soft, supple buns. Stepping up and onto the mattress, she gradually forced him back. Not only did she smell fantastic, but she was far warmer than he would have presumed. As the amazoness lazily sat on his head, giggling like an excited schoolgirl, his hands wandered up to her ample hips. He really hadn’t been sure what to expect, but he couldn’t have fathomed being used as a sensual chair. The suddenness of it all, coupled with the adrenaline lingering in his system, was too much to bear. His eyes drifted shut, and his lips parted, as he eagerly made out with her rear. Nuts or no nuts, the dump truck ass on his face was too good not to savor. “Oh wow - you really do like tushies!” she snickered, contently wriggling on him. He couldn’t see her face - hell, he could barely hear her - but he enthusiastically nodded nonetheless. Digging his tongue into her backdoor, while his behind rested on the very edge of the bed, his reluctance gave way to outright lust. He would have been totally fine with feasting on her rump, yet she was a more gracious host than he’d initially thought. “Wow,” she sighed, as she leaned forward and warped her fingers around his turgid length. “You’re really, really big!” The woman had a strange sense of scale, had only seen guys smaller than him, was simply wanting to flatter him, or some combination of the three - either way, he wasn’t about to turn down the hand job. Bucking into her hand, while his tongue teased her depths, he shuddered. Considering how good she felt on his face, he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her divine behind.  Gleefully eating her ass, as she stroked him off, he lost track of time. He honestly couldn’t tell how long he’d been beneath her, basking in her grandeur, but it all came to an abrupt end. Shifting above him, pushing herself up and away, she dragged her fist-sized nuts over his face. “Don’t forget about these!” she chirped, wiping her sweaty sack against his lips. The feminine fragrance of her behind was replaced by the heavy, somewhat masculine scent of her package, as her balls settled against his mouth. His higher functions waned, compelled by the fires of his passion. Licking, kissing, suckling, huffing - he did everything he could to steep his taste buds in the flavor of the gigantic spheres. Given the monstrous size of her nuts, she had to be as productive as a damn horse, but he didn’t care - if anything, the thought turned him on more than ever. Unabashedly stroking himself off with one hand, he extended his free arm, firmly clutched the base of her length, and started jacking her off. The line between gay and straight blurred, as he lovingly squeezed the trunk-like root of her tool Blithely humming a little song to herself, the siren allowed the man to indulge. She certainly didn’t seem to mind all of the amorous attention, since she had buried his face in her ass, although even mystical beasts have their limits. Yet more minutes passed, as he slathered every inch of her enormous coin purse, before she finally moved once again. Shimmying upward, moving her hips well past his head, she eased herself onto the mattress. Wondering what she was planning, almost heartbroken with the absence of her sumptuous loins, he rolled to his side. Laying on her back, holding her knees, the blithe behemoth lifted her legs and presented herself. “Don’t be sad,” she purred, apparently noting his disappointment, “because I’m sure you’re gonna love what’s next.” Scrambling up almost frantically, Anon crawled between her legs. He didn’t need to be told twice, not after all the teasing and taunting he’d been subjected to, so he wasn’t about to let the chance to get some real action slip through his fingers. Moving between her legs, bringing his dick to the saliva-streaked cleft of her rump, he prodded her entrance. The siren gnawed her lip, as she playfully bucked her hips upward. The disparity of their sizes would actually make the position easier to plow her ass - a fact that sundered what little resolve the human had left. Resting his hands to either side of her chest, just beneath her breasts, he sank his length into her inviting pucker. The sensation which accosted him was insane, though it made the oral feel like a laughable appetizer. Warm, slick, and astonishingly snug, her confines were downright amazing. Fighting the urge to hilt her in a single stroke, he forced himself to slowly plunge into her backside. Astoundingly enough, though he was roughly half her size, she genuinely seemed to enjoy the experience. Releasing her legs, hooking her ankles over his hips, she drew him in. In a matter of moments, aided by her impatience, every inch of his manhood was sheathed within her. Her adorable face, coupled with her enthusiasm, pushed him well past the breaking point. Withdrawing half of his length, he started screwing. Though he had little experience with ass-fucking someone, or bedding giants, his restraint waned. He had no way of knowing if she’d prepped for their evening, having lubed herself beforehand, but her backdoor seemed more than slippery enough for the endeavor. Pounding away, reveling in the moment, he gradually lost himself. “Gods,” she moaned, rolling her head back, “right there!” He could only assume he was nailing her prostate, if she even had one, which was enough inspiration to give him a bit of clarity. Angling his thrusts, hoping to nail the elusive love-button in her bottom, he did everything he could to please her. Satisfying a normal woman was gratifying enough, but satiating an amazoness would really give him some bragging rights. A steady Plap Plap Plap filled the air, quickly joined by the heavy breaths and stifled whimpers of their delight. Despite his best efforts, his self-restraint fractured. It didn’t help that he hadn’t had a good lay in ages, and his massive mate certainly appeared satisfied with his efforts, but there was something more he could do to really drive the point home. Peering down at her bobbing cock, watching it leak pre-cum onto her torso, he leaned in. The second his lips wrapped around the glistening tip of her tool, a whorish groan escaped her. While he couldn’t say he’d sucked a dick before, his withered heterosexuality didn’t stand a chance against the roaring inferno of his passion. Fervently sucking and slobbering on the tip of her length, while he railed her with everything he had, he freed himself of his inhibitions. Needily clenching on his backstrokes, and relaxing on his thrusts, she milked his length like a seasoned pro. Her technique was beyond reproach, goading him closer and closer to release and silently urging him to reciprocate. Massive bedicked woman or not, he wasn’t about to let her force him to cum first - after all, he had his pride to consider. The salty, cloying taste of her pre-cum washed over his palate, her hole clung to his pistoning cock, and the lewd noises she made were a symphony for his ears. Be damned if he could say the experience made him gay, but he really, really loved having her wrapped around his finger. Though he doubted he could get much of her in his maw, given the profound size of her endowment, he nursed on her member like a lust-addled teenager. “I...I’m gonna…” she croaked, writhing beneath him. The stifled plea was the only warning he had, before her shaft began to throb violently. In the blink of an eye, a torrent of spunk erupted in his mouth, completely overwhelming his senses. Hot jizz blew past his lips and out his nose, though the overwhelming majority went straight down his throat. Gulping down what he could, as he furiously pounded away, he slipped past the brink. Knowing he’d bested someone so much bigger than himself, and a fabled beast no less, did him in. He didn’t hilt, nor did his motions slow in the slightest, he simply started cumming like a fire hydrant. Sputtering spunk from around her pulsing length, nirvana overtook him. He’d blown more loads than he could count, both with himself and others, but this was different. Doling out possibly the biggest creampie he’d ever given, trying his damnedest to knock up her ass, his toes curled. The rapturous heights were unimaginable - no, somehow better than unimaginable. The climax was easily the strongest he’d ever had yet, sadly, it steadily transitioned into the warm euphoria of post-coitus bliss - still, it wasn’t until he’d started to soften, ensuring every drop of his cream was deposited in her rump, did he slow. “T...that was - Cough - incredible,” he weakly rasped, swallowing down the last of her jizz. As he looked up at her, she launched her final amorous assault. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, as she rolled to the side, she trapped him in her soft, loving embrace. Snuggling against her, safe and secure, he grinned like an idiot. Maybe bedding the trio of siren’s wasn’t a bad idea, seeing as how Sonata had blown his mind with the wondrous lay. With one down and two to go, wondering how the others would treat him in bed, he drifted off for a well deserved nap... > Aria > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the sublime evening he’d spent with Sonata, Anon’s hopes couldn’t be higher for his bouts with the other two sirens. If Adagio and Aria were anything like their friend, and he sincerely hoped they were, he might just end up having to accidentally require a watery rescue more often! With a good night’s rest behind him, as well as a shower and congenial breakfast with the trio, he happily sauntered off to his next bedmate’s bedroom.  “Lemme guess,” Aria grumbled, plodding along behind him, “Sonata bottomed?” “Well she - um -” he faltered, unsure of how to process the question. “Is that really appropriate to ask?” Barging in behind him, pushing him towards the bed, she saw straight through his nonanswer. “Yeah, she totally did - anyways, I hope you took good notes.” “Took notes on…” Whatever he’d been about to say was lost entirely, as he turned around and saw her skirt drift to the floor. In a matter of seconds, mere moments since they’d entered her chamber, she’d stripped entirely, leaving her body on display. Though she was roughly the same height as Sonata, the similarities ended there - well almost. Unlike her companion, who was soft and decidedly voluptuous, the fuchsia siren was built like a damn tank. Thick, well-toned muscles rested over nearly every inch of her titanic frame, rivaling that of a bodybuilder, yet she somehow pulled off the look in an unquestioningly feminine manner. On her chest sat a perfect pair of perky breasts, above her six pack abs, although they didn’t hold his attention - no, that was something much lower and much larger. Hanging midway down her thighs, growing bigger by the second, her cock imposingly pulsed with the beat of her heart. Locking eyes with him, ominously bucking her hips, she pointed at the swelling appendage. “On your knees, bitch.” With the siren blocking the doorway, he had nowhere to go, nowhere to run, leaving him with only one reasonable option. Slowly sinking down, feeling smaller than ever, he silently obeyed. His hopes of having another soft night of loving went straight out the window, seeing the domineering look in the woman’s eyes. While he couldn’t say exactly what he had in store for him, he prayed to the heavens she’d be gentle - even if his gut told him that she would be anything but. “There ya go, just like that,” she mused, watching him sink to the floor. Stepping forward, grasping the base of her dick, she harshly smacked him across the cheek with her length. The sheer weight of the damn thing nearly sent him reeling over, but she was far from finished. A second slap on the opposite side quickly righted him, leaving him facing the biggest fuck-stick he’d ever laid eyes upon. “You know what to do,” she chuckled, gently smearing his face with her junk, “I can see it in your eyes.” Indeed he did know what to do, having sucked his first girl-dick not a day before, so he did just that. Whereas he’d begun with his previous lover’s behind, he started with the imperious giant’s endowment. Burying his face in the thick folds of flesh between her tool and nuts, he breathed deep. While he’d hoped the opening act would buy him some time, showing the titan that he was willing to satisfy her, his plan backfired spectacularly. Her scent stood in stark contrast to Sonata’s, being unquestioningly stronger and more masculine - still, strangely enough, it drew him in. Breathing in her musk, suppressing a shiver of excitement, his instincts took the wheel. It wasn’t like he’d intended to end up on his knees, venerating the siren’s divine endowment, but the circumstances virtually forced him to. In every conceivable way, he was smaller than her. She towered over him, could more than likely fold him like a lawn chair, and her arrogant aura was enough to cave what little willpower he had. Anyone, regardless of their sex, would have been her plaything, and she knew it. Closing his eyes, as he reverently fondled her hefty nuts, he drew his tongue up her length. Salty, bitter, and the slightest bit sour, her package had clearly gone unwashed for some time, although that didn’t cause him to slow - if anything, his pace quickened. Lazily working his way to the tip of her shaft, arching his back, he eventually reached the tip of her gargantuan tool. Staring down her dick was simultaneously the most imposing and arousing thing he’d ever experienced, but he knew he wasn’t done yet - not by a long shot. Opening his mouth as much as he could, he hesitantly slid her into his maw. The virile scent of her loins was joined by the sensation of her velvety flesh against his tongue, spurring him onward. He hadn’t wanted to look at her, fearful of what he may see, although fading reluctance finally gave way. Peeking to her face, while her cock languidly moved towards the back of his throat, his heart skipped a beat. She still held her wolfish smile, but there was a glimmer of something in her eyes, possibly approval, as she extended an arm and softly clutched the back of his head. Though he’d had every intention of blowing her, working her as deeply into his mouth as his jaw allowed, she was none too patient with his efforts. Pulling him forward, with all the speed and power of a glacier, she jammed herself into the taut confines of his once chaste throat. Terror and excitement warred, as his airway was steadily choked by the rigid behemoth. He’d be lying if he said his heart wasn’t pounding out of his chest - then again, that may have just been his survival instinct kicking into high gear. Reflexively pawing at his neck, feeling her inch deeper and deeper, his eyes began to water. Fuck if he knew how she was plunging towards his stomach, considering her cock was as big as his wrist, but she was somehow making steady progress. Several inches in, backstroke, plunge forward, withdraw - there was no doubt about it, she knew exactly what she was doing. The siren was just rough enough to push his limits, though she exercised the self restraint to give him the periodic sip of air. The dichotomy of it, of having his gullet swabbed by something so massive, yet with enough control as to not cause him to black out, was mind boggling. Seconds turned to minutes, as she impossibly plunged deeper and deeper into his throat. To call the experience intense would have been an understatement, even though she’d only just begun to use him. Despite her best efforts, or possibly because of them, she didn’t hilt his face, though he was quick to discover why. Fully unsheathing her length, leaving a strand of drool and pre-cum dangling between his lips and her fat cock-head, she motioned to the bed. “Ass up, face down,” she growled. Nodding, unsure if he’d be able to speak, he pushed himself up and crawled onto the mattress. Though she hadn’t said which way she wanted him facing, he had a pretty good idea what she had in mind. Facing away from her, with his knees resting on the side of the bed, he shamefully presented his behind to his haughty host. All he could do was apprehensively wait, hearing her rummage about behind him. “Here we go,” she noted to herself, possibly having retrieved something. Wondering what she was up to, but too anxious to ask or look at her, something cold and hard was crammed into his upturned rump. A soft yelp escaped him, as a cool sensation flooded into his depths. It didn’t hurt, and wasn’t really unpleasant, although it certainly felt extraordinarily strange. Peeking back at her, as she withdrew whatever she’d stuffed into his behind, he noted her setting a plastic bottle on her night stand. “You’ll thank me later,” she laughed, giving his ass a resounding smack. “Now then, unless you want the other two to hear you bleating like a bitch, I’d grab a pillow and bite down.” Before she’d even finished speaking, he reached out and fumbled for a cushion. He was lubed up and ready to go - at least, as ready as a human about to get plowed by a colossus could be - and she didn’t seem too keen on being gentle with him. Only just burying his head in the pillow, resting on his chest, he felt her nudge his virgin pucker. “Deep breath,” she sighed, forcing her way into his rear. He’d expected the intrusion to be uncomfortable - hell, if he was being honest, he expected it to be downright hellish - but the sensation was anything but. His eyes widened in surprise, as she slowly stretched and filled him. The feeling was intense, sure, but in a pleasant - no, downright amazing way. He sure as hell didn’t know what she’d squeezed into his behind, but it was definitely something other than simple lubricant. Steeling himself, peering up and back at her, he noticed an amused look on her face. There was no mistaking it, she’d had her special time with him all planned out. Unhurried, gradually stuffing her monumental cock into him, she gave both of them plenty of time to adjust. When her pendulous, cum-tanks came to rest against his seemingly diminutive coin purse, having somehow hilted herself, she playfully bucked her hips. “I’m guessing that elixir kicked in?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “Y...yeah,” he stammered, stunned that he was accommodating something so large so easily. “Thanks…” The faintest blush graced her cheeks, lasting but the blink of an eye, before she scowled and looked away. “I...I thought I said bite the pillow.” Doing as asked, yet curious about her peculiar reaction, he nestled his head against the cushion and wiggled his tush. The heat of her sublime tool permeated through him, warming him from the inside, leaving him pining for more. While he’d never been fucked before, nor even considered playing with his backdoor, the inexplicably enjoyable sensation of her cock left him wondering just how good she could make him feel. He could feel his hole being drawn out, as she sluggishly withdrew, before being shoved back in. Moaning into the pillow, lurching forward with the thrust, he did what he could to stifle himself - a fact which didn’t escape the woman. Falling into a steady rhythm, gradually increasing her speed, she started to rutt him in earnest. “Mmmph Mmmph Mmmph,” he groaned in tune with her plunges.  Each buck of her hips drove the air from his lungs, evoking unseemly, wholly effeminate noises from him. The sound of her nuts slapping against him, as well as the regular impacts from her waist against his rump, filled the air like a debaucherous symphony. He would never have dreamed he’d be in such a position, being bred like some needy bitch in heat, yet there he was, and he couldn’t be happier. On and on she went, pounding him like a well oiled machine. Owning him, wholly in control of the situation, she plowed him like the she-stud she was. There was no denying she was larger than him in all respects, and more skilled as well, so what little willpower he had slowly gave way to new and alien compulsions flowering within him. Bucking back against her, synchronizing his movements to hers, he lent what little strength he had to the endeavor. His pride demanded he take an active role, even if the active role was throwing his ass back like a horny teen on prom night. Regaining some modicum of composure, willing his body to comply, he hungrily milked her throbbing length. His once stalwart sexuality didn’t matter, transcending any definable boundary; in the face of a goddess, he was little more than a plaything. Grunting louder and harder than ever, rearranging his insides like it was her job, the siren pulled out all the stops. Though it took him a minute to put the pieces together, with his mind clouded by lust, he eventually realized what was happening. Aria was reaching her limit, about to blow her load in him like he was some common whore, and the thought alone nearly drove him to climax. “Breed me!” he howled, giving voice to his deepest, darkest desires. His plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, prompting the amazoness to hilt. With a victorious roar, stuffing every inch of her pulsing shaft in his backside, she gave him just what he was hoping for. A sublime heat surged into him, working through his guts and causing his stomach to gurgle, as what felt like gallons of baby-batter surged through him. The influx was so great, so unimaginably immense, that he came on the spot. Jerking in the air, wholly untouched, his manhood gushed onto the sheets. He’d heard that some people could cum without touching himself, but he could never have guessed it would happen to him. Nearly crying into the pillow, overcome with an ecstasy like he’d never known, his climax hit him like a ton of bricks. Weaving in and out of consciousness, trying desperately not to black out, he felt the siren drape herself over his back. The warmth of her body, the softness of her breasts, and her hot breath in his ear were more than comforting, but that was just an appetizer. Rolling to her side, pulling him along with herself, she flopped onto the bed. “Hot damn, I take it you do this kinda thing often?” she weakly tittered, hugging him tightly to her chest. Keenly aware that she was still inside him, relishing the feeling of her essence seeping into his depths, he snuggled back against her. Showing him a tender side that he didn’t know she had, possibly because she’d just given him a massive creampie, she scored several more points in his favor. In spite of her size, imposing demeanor, and harsh tone, she’d actually been astonishingly considerate towards him, administering some sort of apparently magical lube and even gradually warming him up. “First time,” he hummed, lacing his fingers with hers, “but I’m glad it was with someone like you.” Turning his head, giving her a peck on the nose, the most wondrous thing happened. Her face went bright crimson, while she turned her head, yet her grip on him tightened. It was only then that he fully comprehended what sort of a lover she truly was, and it made him appreciate her all the more. Closing his eyes, safe and secure in her embrace, he cherished the moment. In less than a day, he’d experienced things no mortal man could ever comprehend. He’d bedded two titans, each of which sporting dicks which would put most horses to shame, yet he wasn’t finished yet. With one siren left to go, unsure of if she’d be sweet, spicy, or somewhere in between, he quietly mused on what delights his final lover had in store for him... > Adagio > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “So you plowed Sonata,” Adagio began, lounging on her bed beside the man. Nodding, trying and failing not to get a boner, he fidgeted in place. “Mmmhmm.” “And Aria screwed your brains out,” she continued, the corner of her lips turning up ever so slightly. “Y...yeah,” he mumbled, feeling his cheeks darken. “Well then, since you’ve gotten to sample what we have to offer, I’ll leave it up to you,” she purred, reclining onto her back. She’d been naked when she entered the room, boldly showing herself off without a care in the world, which made it hard not to appreciate the godly body she had. Somewhere between her friends, being simultaneously defined yet with curves in all the right places, she looked absolutely ravishing. The woman had a huge rack, an enormous cock, and an angelic face - in short, he was as close to perfect as anyone could ever get. Gazing down at her supine form, noting the smug expression on her face, he threw his inhibitions to the wind. He’d already done things most men wouldn’t dare to do, and there was no going back, so he saw no harm in helping himself to more. Leaning over, pressing his face to her well-trimmed tuft of pubic hair, he filled his lungs with her ambrosial scent. As happy as he would have been to lavish her package with affection, it seemed as though she had other plans - at least, for the time being. Softly hooking a hand under his face, turning him towards herself, she guided him up her body. Over her flat belly, past her heaving bosoms, and towards her heavenly visage he moved, until his lips were a hair’s breadth from hers. “If I may, perhaps we should start with…” she trailed off, locking him in a deep, passionate kiss. While he hadn’t anticipated kicking things off on such a romantic note, the affection gave him an idea. Hotly making out with her, wrestling his tongue with hers, he shifted his lower half around. If she was game for anything, maybe she wouldn’t mind if they both got a little mutualistic opening act. Pulling away, kissing his way down her neck, chest, and abdomen, he moved back towards her loins. Her growing erection was inspiring, mutely calling to him for attention, as he slowly straddled her head. Running his tongue around the rounded tip of her shaft, slipping her into his mouth, he trembled - not from feeling her silken cock flesh against his tongue, but from the sensation of her pouting lips against his backside. He’d already used some of their magical lubricant on himself, courtesy of Aria, so he was as ready as he’d ever be to get railed out - in fact, he was hoping to get just that. He’d loved his time with Sonata, but being plowed like a field in spring had been an eye opening experience. Eagerly bobbing his head, applying vacuum on his backstrokes, he sucked her off with reckless abandon. “My my, aren’t we the ambitious one,” she purred, momentarily pausing from frenching his tush. “Mmmhmm,” he hummed, without slowing whatsoever. A day ago, he hadn’t even known dickgirls were an actual thing - then again, he hadn’t realized sirens existed either - yet there he was, sucking one off like a seasoned veteran. Taking a deep breath, priming his lungs, he relaxed his throat and forced his head forward. Though it took a bit of effort, after a failed attempt or two, he managed to work her into his throat. Though she could have kicked back and enjoyed the blowjob, Adagio gave as good as she got. Worming her thick tongue into his rump, she loosened his ass and tickled his prostate. It felt absolutely fantastic, as good or better than having his dick played with, and he was secretly glad that she’d selected that part of him over his manhood. As she sank her fingers into his tush, ensuring he couldn’t escape, he continued fellating her as best he could. Savoring the oral, seemingly pushing one another to see who broke first, they only reluctantly ground to a halt. Judging from how hard she was, rivaling that of a steel bar, he knew she was ready for more - not like he was in any better condition, with his little love button throbbing and begging to be pummeled into submission. Twisting his head to the side, after clearing his airway, he peered back towards her face. “You want to - uh -” he faltered, hesitant to say what he was longing for. She shrugged, grinning coyly down at him, while she lovingly kneaded his cheeks in her hands. “You tell me. As far as I’m concerned, I’d be happy doing whatever your little heart desires.” The sultry tone, the amorous look in her eyes, and the confident, almost cavalier energy she radiated nearly made him swoon. Sonata had been a fun and carefree lover, Aria was brash and somewhat overbearing, but Adagio - Adagio was something altogether different. The giantess was the sum of all her fantastic parts, bearing breathtaking traits of both body and mind, and he could easily see himself falling for her. Averting his gaze, forcing himself to regain focus, he clambered off her, turned around, and rolled onto his back. As embarrassing as it was, situated near the center of her mattress, he lifted his legs, parted his thighs, and shamefully presented himself. From the very get-go, after their kiss, he knew they’d have to do it facing one another. Thinking back to his time with Aria, as Adagio shifted beside him, he realized something - there was a very real chance that he was a hopeless butt-slut. Rolling over and looming over him, with her hands to either side of his head, the giantess playfully slid her monstrous, meaty log over his equipment. “Looks like someone likes to bottom,” she softly taunted. Bringing the head of her cock to his entrance, causing his pucker to wink, she brought her mouth to the side of his head. “That’s ok,” she whispered, licking his ear, “I’ll let you top next round…” Snapping his legs around her waist, he impulsively hauled her forward. While he doubted he actually had the strength to move her, he couldn’t control himself - still, despite his impetuous actions, she didn’t seem to mind. Easing herself into him, with a grace and softness belying her size, she ground into his depths. Reaching upward, tenderly draping his arms over her neck, he shuddered. Though she’d only just sank into him, he was already leaking pre-cum like a busted faucet. Flexing his legs, hoping to pull her deeper, his trepidation evaporated outright. He wanted everything she had to give, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he got just that. In and out, forward and back - each plunge drove her incrementally deeper into her comparably little lover. “You really are amazing,” she cooed, smiling at his blushing face. “You know, you’re even cuter when I’m fucking you.” Sweet stars above, he wasn’t sure what was worse - the fact that he was more flustered than he’d ever been, or that he wanted her to keep flattering him. Fumbling for a pillow, hoping to hide his shameful expression, she caught his wrist. Held in place, while she grew ever closer to bottoming out, she locked eyes with him. “I really can’t let you do that,” she quietly tutted, as he hips moved faster and faster. “Do - Nnngh - do what?” he murmured, subconsciously bucking up to meet her pounding hips. “I have to see that beautiful face of yours - after all, this was your idea,” she breathed. Before he could think of something to say, let alone move a muscle, she struck. Her head shot forward, kissing him deeply, as she changed the angle of her thrusts; though the shift was relatively subtle, the difference was night and day. Her length had simply been teasing his p-spot, until that point, but the sensitive little organ was quickly crushed by her monumental appendage. He didn’t think it was possible for a guy to cum so hard and so fast, but the move did him in almost immediately. Moaning into her mouth, feeling his backdoor spasm around her pistoning length, he came over his stomach. His eyes drifted closed, as they made out. Their experience wasn’t like his casual sex with Sonata, or the brutal fucking with Aria - no, this was something more, something romantic. Forcing his body to obey, fiercely pulling at her with his legs, his hands wandered to her breasts. If she was going to be a gentle lover for him, he’d do everything in his power to please her. Blindly fumbling for her nipples, it took him a second to find the twin buds of flesh. Delicately pinching and twisting her teats, feeling her tense, he knew he had her. Unfortunately for him, his added affection worked a little too well. While she had been taking her time, only gradually ratcheting up the intensity, his provocation apparently flipped a switch. The tenderness disappeared, giving way to something primal and ferocious. He kept his eyes closed, unwilling to break their kiss, as she railed him like a jackhammer. The transition was staggeringly intense - so intense that he only noticed too late that something preternatural was occurring. The first sign that something was wrong came when he felt how sharp her teeth were, far sharper than any human’s ought to have been, but that realization only tipped him off to other oddities. Her skin was rough and course, her grunts grew deeper and more sonorous, and he could swear her cock was getting bigger and longer by the second. By the time he opened his eyes, feeling something protruding from her back, it was too late. Staring into the face of her actual form, he froze. Gone was the tall, alluring amazoness he’d entered the room with, replaced by a gargantuan, vaguely equine aquatic creature. Covered in golden scales, with her legs apparently having merged into a long, flippered tail, her appearance would have been frightful, had it not been for the wounded look she bore. Staring into his eyes, slowing to a halt, it was obvious that something was wrong. Anon glowered, releasing her bosom and grasping her face, as he held her gaze. His best guess was that she hadn’t meant for him to see her that way, possibly fearful by how he’d respond, but it wasn’t necessary in the slightest. She was still gorgeous, still as exotic and charming as she’d ever been, and he needed her to know that. Giving her the slightest peck on the nose, he beamed up at her. “Don’t stop, Beautiful,” he faintly whispered, before locking lips with her yet again.  She went rigid, if only for a moment, before her passion reignited like a supernova. Rutting him with everything she had, she unleashed her full amorous might upon him. She really had been holding back, even when she had appeared human, although things had changed. With his blessing, seeing and hearing his acceptance of what she truly was, she let loose. He’d thought he knew what being screwed felt like, but being fucked by the primeval form of a siren was leagues more intense than he could’ve imagined. While he couldn’t exactly see how her endowment had changed, it sure as hell felt like her shaft was nearly worming its way to his stomach. Groaning, sinking his fingernails into her back, it was all he could do to weather the sexual onslaught. His first climax was met by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he ultimately lost count. It should have been impossible for someone to experience such heights of rapture, but he did so all the same. As his exquisitely dreadful lover grew frantic, losing her steady rhythm and devolving into a frenzied series of thrusts, he realized her time had come. Rearing back, pressing his cheek to hers, he drew a breath. “I...inside.” And just like that, the dam broke. There was no way what was being pumped into him was just spunk, not with the repeated sensation of soft, round things working through her length. While he couldn’t fully grasp what was happening, knowing she’d claimed him gave him his biggest orgasm yet. Braying to the heavens, feeling his gut distend and bloat with her gift, he nearly fainted. As her climax slowly tapered off, holding her forelimbs around him, she rolled onto her back and brought him onto her belly. He couldn’t rightly say when she’d begun kissing him again, but he discovered her long, serpent-like tongue writhing around in his maw. Embracing her, as she held him to her chest, he reared back and drunkenly smiled. “W...what was that,” he sputtered, peeking down at his swollen stomach. “A clutch of eggs,” she somewhat bashfully replied, lowering her gaze, “and maybe a gallon or two of seed to go with them.” “Wait,” he blurted, pressing a hand to his abdomen, “like a seahorse?” She shrugged, honestly looking a bit bashful about the revelation. “If it bothers you, we have a potion that-” “This is so cool,” he interrupted, prodigy his gut and feeling several of the slimy ovum in his colon. “Can all of you do that?” Her surprise gave way to the biggest, fang-filled grin he’d ever seen, as she craned her neck up towards him. “Well, if you stick around a while, you might just find out…”