Perverts 'R' Us

Thexie's Song

By Danyealle ( M/F, rom, mythical creature )

When the bodyguards nodded, signaling the all-clear, he wrapped his coat tightly around himself and, followed Braham, dashed out the door through the crush of fans. This was the nightly ritual since the play had started. Although try as he might, he would take a shower, wait a bit, and then hope the crush of fans would be gone before he would leave the theater. It never seemed to work out that way. No matter how long he took or dilly-dallied there were always a mass of people, teenaged girls mostly, waiting for him. Surrounded by burly men, they pushed their way through the crowds and he slid into the waiting limo.

Once he was seated and comfortable, the long, sleek car made its way through the crowd and onto the streets. Tossing his coat aside, he ran his hands through his still-damp hair and sighed. His hair now stood up all over in spikes and tangles, giving him that tousled look that seemed to drive his fans wild. That shock of coal-black hair and peacock-blue eyes had made him the typical teen idol as he was growing up.

Starting when he was 12, he had done bit-parts in movies here and there, nothing huge, but it had started building him a huge fan base. When he was 14, he had been picked to star in a series of movies based on a popular set of kids' books, about a poor orphan and his adventures in a magical, mythical land filled with wondrous creatures. Aries, the character's name, navigated through this world with his friends and learned many lessons along the way. Initially, the books had been popular, but not blockbuster hits. Once the movies started coming out every couple of years, their popularity - and his, as the star of them - had exploded.

As he grew older, he tried to break out of the mold of Aries, so he wouldn't be typecast forever as the 'kid star'. He had taken on this play, one that was quite adult in nature and where he played a criminal who was sadistic and troubled, yet charming in a darkly charismatic kind of way. Reviews for the play had been great, and so had the publicity. Of course there had been parents upset by his portrayal, being the star of those movies, but that had just added to people wanting to see it. Now, the run was almost over, in its last few weeks. Then he was going to have a month or so off before it was time to go back and film another movie.

Resting back against the crushed velvet seats, he sighed and sipped his drink. "Rum and coke, nectar of the gods," he thought. Although he still looked like a teenager, the reality was that he was 27 years old. He wanted to act like a grownup and be treated like one for fuck's sake!

Mellowing out for the hour and half drive to his home, he turned on the stereo and flipped through the channels until he found a station he liked. Setting his drink down, he put his hands behind his head and shut his eyes, losing himself in the driving-hard rock the station was playing. After a couple of the heavier songs, it switched to something more mellow. As the haunting voice of a woman slid through the speakers and wrapped around him like a silken rope, his eyes flew open and he looked at the speakers, as though he would see her there.

Of course he knew who it was - Thexie, of the gothic band, The Razor's Kiss. Of course he had seen her before, tall, probably pushing six feet in her stocking feet, maybe about 130 lbs, light blond hair the color of corn silk, brown eyes, so dark it was almost as though they were black, and a pale complexion, as well as features that made her look like a doll made out of the finest porcelain. Two words: simply beautiful.

However, it was her voice that always drew him in. There were many Goth bands out there, ones with female singers as well, but none like hers. It was her voice that made them different. Haunting and almost hypnotic, it seemed to hold you there almost mesmerized. While the songs she sang weren't the feel-good stuff of pop and other genres, there was something about her voice that attracted you, in a sexual way, even though the lyrics and music were dark. Somehow or other, it seemed as though her music and voice cast a spell on you and held you until it ended.

When the song ended, he felt as though he had just experienced a good orgasm and was now in the mellow afterglow of it. Sipping his drink, his eyes felt heavy, and tired seemed to creep into the marrow of his bones. By the time he got home he could barely keep his eyes open. Odd... normally he was too keyed-up to sleep for a while, but it took all he had to undress and crawl into bed. Just before the oblivion of sleep took over, he vowed to find Thexie and ask her out.

As luck would have it, he didn't have to track her down. She had signed on to do a guest shot on the upcoming movie. The first day she was on the set was almost chaos. Because of the popularity of the movies, many famous people had done guest appearances, but she was almost mobbed by everyone wanting her attention. Another odd thing was every guy on the set seemed to have the same experience with her music that he did! They all seemed to have a shocked and awed expression on their faces when she was around, unable to talk, tongue-tied. It took him a whole three days to screw up the courage to talk to her, then two more to ask her out, but it had been worth it when she accepted.

One would think that as famous as he was and with all the girls - and some males - wanting his attention, he wouldn't have been nervous going out, but he was. It took him an hour to get ready and make sure everything was just right. On the ride over to her place, he was fidgeting all over the place. However, once she was in the car with him, that all went away. Like sometimes happens, they hit it off right away. At dinner they spent more time just talking than they did eating. As a matter of fact, most of their food was untouched and cold by the time they remembered why they were there. Then they only lasted an hour at the club they went to afterwards before they headed to his place.

Back at his place, they turned the lights down low, put on some soothing music and just sat talking for a long time. But, like happens so many times with people who have that mutual attraction that just clicks, they ended up entwined, devouring each other's mouths. When the clothes began to come off and the couch became too cramped, they moved to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake, not once letting go of each other.

Once in the bedroom the final remnants of their clothes were gone and they sprawled on the bed, clutching onto each other, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. Quickly, she rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. Grabbing his hard-as-iron, nine-inch, uncircumcised cock, she lowered her dripping slit down onto it, taking it all the way inside in one slow stroke. Shifting to a more comfortable position, she put her hands flat on his slightly furry chest and began to move up and down on his cock in long, slow strokes, staring down into his eyes.

Drawing his knees up, he wrapped one arm around her waist and put the other hand behind her head, then pulled her down into a deep, passionate kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he did. Holding her tightly, he began thrusting up into her hot pussy, timing his strokes with hers.

As their fucking became more animalistic, the thrusts harder, both were groaning and moaning loudly. The room was filled with the combined scent of their passion and the soft slap of skin-on-skin filled it.

Gripping her tightly around the waist, his fingers digging into the flesh around her waist slightly, his other hand found that little button between her legs and rubbed it a bit, judging by her reaction to find the way she liked it. Slamming up into her harder and faster, he rubbed her clit harder and bit more roughly, trying to coax her to an orgasm. His was coming on strong and taking into account his state of excitement he knew there would be no stopping it.

Pulling loose of his grip, she threw her head back and wailed, her cunt tightening around his throbbing, thrusting cock, drenching his crotch with her cum.

Feeling the death-grip her pussy had on his cock he emitted a few unintelligible words, then stiffened up and shot his load deep into her, howling like an animal.

When she was done, she collapsed on his chest, panting heavily, eyes shut. Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close as he waited for his breathing and blood pressure to return to normal. When she rolled off of him, to curl up by his side, he was stunned. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes then looked at her again. Protruding from her back were two wings, like those of a sparrow and her feet, which had been normal, human feet when they had started were now human-sized, but were the feet of a bird. Stunned, he looked at her, "What the fuck?"

Looking down to where he was gazing, she blushed and then sat up, curling into a ball. Her feet immediately changed back and the wings vanished. Looking at him, her face was a mixture of an expression that said 'sorry' and 'oops' at the same time.

Mouth hanging open, he stared at her, "What the fuck is going on? What happened? BIRD WINGS AND FEET?"

Shrugging helplessly, she looked at him, "You would have found out sooner or later, I guess. I'm a siren."

Staring at her, he was puzzled, mind racing. That name sounded familiar. After a few seconds it clicked, mythology. The women with the beautiful voices who were said to lure sailors to their doom on the rocks in old tales. "A siren? I thought those were a myth?"

Shaking her head, she sighed, "Well, half siren, my mom was one. No, they aren't myths."

"Your music… That's why it weaves such a spell." he said softly, looking at her.

She nodded miserably, but said nothing.

Looking at her, quiet for a minute, he then reached out and took her hand. Pulling her close, he wrapped an arm around her then kissed her softly, whispering, "Here birdie, birdie, birdie, come to the kitty."

Giggling, she snuggled up to him.

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