"Well that was one way to ride a train", Kira said thoughtfully. Being deliciously fucked by two supposed male Sirens was one sure way of sprucing up a lonely girl's evening. But sheesh, being ambushed on a subway train, screwed senseless, and then told you were singled out to help repopulate a dying breed was a bit much for a first encounter. Even by her standards. Or was she too old fashion, she mused. Male Sirens were something Kira knew nothing about. Come to think of it, Kira's mom wasn't the most forthcoming individual when it came to the Siren side of the family tree. Why she was so mysterious about it, Kira didn't know. But with Tweedle Dick and Tweedle Prick shadowing her, she needed some answers fast. It was about time her mother started opening up. This was one instance silence was NOT golden.
She had to admit though, knowing two sexually potent entities whose main purpose in life was to screw her silly was kind of hot. Unfortunately, they were delusional. She was not joining the motherhood brigade anytime soon or even in this lifetime. Ummm, can you say HELL TO THE NO! "Who the hell did they think they were anyway? What happened to dinner and a movie? Cheap asses!" Kira spat. Well, realistically these were not human men she was dealing with.
"But shit, shouldn't dating etiquette be universal no matter the species?" Who was she kidding? Kira could go on about the mundane side of this situation all she wanted, but she was a hell of a lot more scared then she let on. This was uncharted territory for her. Making light of the situation was the only way she knew how to cope. This threat to her was not your everyday run of the mill threat of violence. Not only could they pop up and take her anytime within the full moon, but she would actually enjoy it. That was not something she wanted to look to closely at. At least not yet.
Later, after finishing her set at the Super Club, Kira hailed and hopped into the first cab that stopped. "I'll be damned if I walk to another subway station with those crazies on the loose." The weekend was promised to be a relaxing mini vacation she looked forward to after the illicit incident. She was staying at her aunt's condo in Yonkers, right on the waterfront. Upstate New York was one of the prettiest places in the fall, Kira thought. The leaves littered the ground in a myriad of earth tones. The New Jersey Palisades were cliffs covered in bursts of color which ranged from orange, red, yellow and varying shades of brown. A scene showcased by her aunt's living room window of this beautiful cliffside vista was her favorite haven while relaxing and enjoying a cup of java. Second to that was listening to her aunt talk about her latest assignment as a journalist.
It was her favorite place to escape to when things got to heavy in Kira's life. Her aunt didn't judge her or her choice of professions. Especially when she became an escort and nearly lost her life in the process. Aunt Mai was her mother's youngest sister and her favorite aunt of six on her maternal side. She didn't know much about her father's family. He died soon after she was born and she had never met any family on his side. It didn't bother her much anymore but once in a while she'd like to ask a question or two about her dad without her mother biting her head off. Yep, her mom was a regular fountain of information.
After getting out at Grand Central Station, Kira boarded the Metro North to Yonkers. She'd told her mother not to expect her home this weekend and where she was staying. If her destination hadn't been aunt Mai's place, Kira's mom would've put an APB out on her ass. Once she actually did! "How embarrassing was that", she muttered. Kira had been an escort then, and for the first time ever decided to stay the night with her client. I mean what 20 year old would turn down a night at the Waldorf-Astoria, all expenses paid, access to a full service spa and shopping to boot?? Well of course she had to screw the brains out of her 48 year old client but at least he was an indulgent lover. Devin's lovemaking was the first time she'd ever experienced multiple orgasms. Kira hadn't experienced the likes of that since that night on the train Reese and Rafe ravished her body thoroughly.
She didn't know what to make of this whole male Siren scenario. To her knowledge, their race was only made up of women. Sirens kept to themselves for the most part and only came together for the council meeting and celebration of Sierrankah. The Sirens Independence Day from Mermaid rule. Maybe it was time to start finding out more about her history at these celebrations instead of checking out the locals and hitting the outlets. Hopefully, she would get more information out of her aunt Mai. She was the chattiest of her mother's sisters and wasn't as traditional as the rest. You asked, she'd tell.
Kira never had much of a reason to ponder the mysteries of her Siren bloodline. Aside from the nifty trick of killing a man during coitus, that was all the knowledge she needed. They existed, they lived long and that was good enough for Kira. Besides, she'd pay big money to see anyone make a Siren talk about their history. This knowledge was as closely guarded as Fort Knox. Sirens did their best to blend in and they were damn good at it. Kira never wanted to be different. She just wanted to be herself. Singer, song-writer, Fine Arts student, just Kira. Unfortunately, ignorance was no longer bliss. These men were bound to track her down again by the next full moon and she needed to be prepared for battle.
At 25 years old, single, "sexy and she knows it", with a body that stopped traffic, she just wanted a great fuck every now and then. No commitments, no complications. Hell, life was complicated enough. She couldn't wait to let these assholes know in no uncertain terms was she helping them repopulate their dying civilization. "Screw that!! I will not sit by and be used as some blasted incubator" she said to no one in particular. But she would settle for two thick cocks working her pussy over right. Feeling the heated length of them thrusting balls deep into her was all she was interested in. "Oh yeah baby, Kira's always got time for that." She was a freak and she made no bones about it. But getting down and dirty had to be on her terms. Oh, don't get her wrong, she was into give and take. A lot more taking than giving she'd prefer, but she could compromise. However, these two barbarians where more concerned with what she could give them. No fair.
She didn't care how in control they thought they were, Kira had the upper hand here. Her pussy could literally suck a man dry if she was up to full strength and pissed off enough. Didn't they know this if they were male Sirens? She had to be better equipped to deal with them if and when the time came. And in some twisted way, she reeeeally hoped it would. Every time she thought back to that night on the subway she creamed her panties. Every. Single. Time. She could still feel them pumping in and out of her. Her heat a scorching vice on Reese's cock as he exploded inside of her. She could feel her bereft anus slowly closing while Rafe's warm spunk continued to ooze out of her tight hole for hours it seemed. These thoughts assailed her every time she had a quiet moment to herself. Slamming into her psyche like it was actually happening all over again. They felt so real every time it happened she could only attribute it to some latent Siren ability which helped her relive memorable moments. She didn't know what was wrong with her but damned if she didn't come every time she closed her eyes.
She'd been caught "wet handed" when Sasha, the woman she shared her dressing room with at the club rushed in to take a quick break in between sets. She'd been found legs cocked open, juicy pink lips dripping cream onto her thighs and breasts bared for the world to see. Well, at least her co-worker anyway. Kira wanted to crawl under her vanity she was soooo embarrassed. Luckily, Sasha was a pretty cool customer about it. She'd told Kira, "Next time let me know when you're making sundaes. I'd sure hate to let that delicious whipped cream go to waste" she smirked while licking her lips. Kira knew Sasha well enough to know that was no empty comment either. She had made it perfectly clear when they first met a year ago she would lick Kira's pussy the way it was meant to be licked, if only she'd say the word. This made for a very exciting work place she often mused. Especially since Kira had no qualms about her own open sexuality. She was an equal opportunity lover.
