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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Routine was a very shrewd thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you did something for long enough, no matter what is was, eventually you'd find yourself doing it automatically</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whether you wanted it to or not</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And that shit fucking sucks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;REALLY sucks</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you were a younger your dear old dad would wake you up at five a.m. on Saturdays</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sometimes it was to drag your ass outside to do some yard work, other times he wanted you to go to the store because he was hungover and needed some orange juice, there were even times when he woke you up just because he felt like it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The old cockhead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had HATED getting up that early</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hated it more than anything else in your young life</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But, as the weeks turned into years, your body began to get used to getting up that early in the morning</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your mind didn't--whenever you opened your eyes that early you felt like shit-- but your body did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon, your body became more and more and more used to it until you'd find yourself waking up without the help of an alarm clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something that you had hated so much as a kid had, without you realizing it, turned into a routine</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A routine--even after all of thee years--that you couldn't break</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If given the chance, you could sleep the whole morning away without breaking a sweat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Friday? Easy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Sunday? No problem</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Monday through Thursday? Easy as a dream</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Saturday? You were up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It didn't matter if you were sick or you hadn't gotten any sleep the day before, you just couldn't sleep in on that FUCKING DAY</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And what made this a million times worse was that when you woke up you couldn't go BACK to sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking dad</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hoped the gout finally got him...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unfortunately for you, at that moment, it said four fifty-nine on the alarm clock that was sitting next to your nightstand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't set for any time--since it was the weekend and all--but that didn't matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It never did</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seconds ticked by as you laid in your warm, comfortable bed, deep in sleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sun still hadn't risen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Outside your window, all was still</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The houses and various shops were dim</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No one was walking outside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even the birds were still sleeping</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then, because the flow of time could not and would not be stopped, that clock turned to six a.m.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eyes still closed, you let out a quiet, but frustrated, groan</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...Fuck...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes slowly began to open</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were crusty from sleep, but still, they slowly but surely opened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a few seconds, your gaze was blurry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were disorientated</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why wasn't dad kicking your door open?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How come you couldn't hear him yelling for you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Where were you PJs?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why did your spooderman covers feel so weird?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You began to blink slowly, uncertainly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It began to come back to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Who you are, what you're doing, where you're lying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Off in another room, you could hear the clock in the kitchen ticking as the pointer hickeys moved</span><br />&quot;...Fuck...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio, who was lying on top of you with her nose buried in the crook of your neck, let out a sleepy murmur</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest against your stomach with each breath she took</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her skin glided against yours, smooth and perfect and soft</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your left, Aria had an arm draped lightly over your neck, the other one resting on top of your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like Sonata, who you could feel drooling on your arm, she was mashed up against your side</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your blanket had fallen down a bit, baring most of purple grump's body for the world to see</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was lying on her side, which allowed you to see her peaceful, sleeping face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A bit of drool was running down her chin, and with each breath she took you could almost catch a quiet snore coming from her mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room was slightly chilly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goosebumps ran down the length of her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria was curled in on herself slightly, her knees poking your hip as she slept</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Freeing your hand from underneath Adagio's comforting weight, you rested it on her lower back, an inch or two above her tailbone</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even here her hair was present, thick and curly but silky soft</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With practiced ease, you slip your hand underneath that mass of hair until you feel her smooth skin against your hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Dagi let out a sigh, her nails gently racking your sides as you began to rub her back in small, circular motions</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even with her hair, you could feel the chill on her skin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You would have checked to see if Sonata was cold too but you already knew that the blue girl probably had the entire blanket wrapped around her hourglass figure</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...The fucking blanket hog</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yawning hugely, you turned your head back toward Aria</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your gaze wandered up and down her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You took in her flat belly, her bare arms, the bottoms of her breasts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Looking upward, you noticed that her nipples were hard</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hard and AWFULLY close to your face</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leaned back as best as you could, taking a moment to appreciate the wonderful tits in your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were perfectly shaped</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not the biggest in the world, and the areolas were a bit bigger than they should be, but they were perfect all the same</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You knew from first-hand experience how soft yet firm they were, how wonderful they tasted, the noises that Aria made as you touched and squeeze and pinched them</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hand that wasn't occupied with rubbing Adagio's back tapped against Sonata's belly as you licked your lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning back over, you popped one of those nipples onto your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't start to bite or tug or suck on them- just because you were awake didn't mean that you had to go ahead and wake everyone up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No, you were gentle, careful</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked up at the sleeping grump's face as you ran your tongue around the sensitive nub of flesh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yes...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was just what daddy needed this early in the morning...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your tongue slipped out of your mouth, licking the area around her nipple</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could taste the fruity, lavender-y soap that she used the night before, along with her natural, bare taste</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was harder to describe; oddly sweet, with this tart bitterness to it that ended with this odd aftertaste</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Purple and... fish?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That was the closest thing that you could compare it too</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She tasted like the color purple and a freshly caught salmon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;... Or maybe a mackerel?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Whatever...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though you were doing your best to be as gentle as possible, Aria nonetheless began to stir</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her face began to cutely concort</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A nonsensical sound would escape her throat every once in awhile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could feel her legs rubbing against your sides as she moved them, disturbing what little covers that she managed to keep</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hand on the top of your head began to open and close, tugging at your messy hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Humming to yourself, you released the nipple</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You eyed the other one, licking your lips clean of your &quot;pack mate's&quot; taste, before quietly shaking your head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If you did anymore she'd wake up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Picking your head up, you looked over at your alarm clock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It read five twenty-five</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The girls would wake up soon</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had just enough time to go and take a shower before you needed to start cooking breakfast...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked around on your soft, warm, comfortable bed and the beautiful, naked women lying next to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Slowly, the hand that was rubbing Dagy's back slipped down to her pert little backside, giving it a squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The blanket was barely on Aria at all, you noticed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could see the bit of pubic hair that she meticulously maintained, only to be cut off from seeing the rest by your mickey mouse cover</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cockblocked by Disney...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Adagio let out a mixture between a sigh and a growl as your hand roamed her left butt cheek</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All you'd need to do was move that blanket an INCH and grump there would be completely bare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nah...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You better not...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It took some doing, but you managed to slip out from underneath her royal poofness</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Untangling Sonata from the blanket was a bit harder but you managed to do that was well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fucking hell...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter how big of a blanket you got that blue she-demon would always hog the stupid thing</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;ALWAYS</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your head, you draped the blankets over the girls so that each of them were as snug as a bug in a rug</span><br />&quot;I'll see you three in a little bit,&quot; you murmured, leaning down and kissing Sonata's cheek<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning over the bed, you kissed Adagio--who didn't look too happy about losing her human-sized bed--as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Leaning a bit more, you managed to give grump a kiss as well, right on the lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though she looked sound asleep, you could have sworn that you felt her kiss back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't have time to think that over, however</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just like your girlfriends, you were in your birthday suit, and now that you were out of bed you noticed just how cold it was</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Coldcoldcold!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Gottagofast!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Moving as quickly as you could without running, you made your way toward the bathroom</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Quietly closing the door behind you, you flicked the lightswitch on, bathing your bathroom in artificial light</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a pretty nice as far as bathrooms go</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Really nice actually</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The floor was made out of stone tiles, as was the sink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shower was double the size of a regular one, with a big ass chrome showerhead that'd soak you down to the bone in two seconds flat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The shower itself didn't have glass or a shower curtain to block the water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had this fancy ass irritation-like system that'd keep the water from spilling all over the place as long as you kept the showerhead in a certain direction</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shit was dope son</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Weisstuntin'eresun.jpg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A million times better than the garbage that you had to deal with over the years</span><br />&quot;I swear to god I'm putting a lock on that thermometer,&quot; you muttered, rubbing your arms. &quot;I don't know why those fucking girls want to live in a fucking igloo...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your feet pattered against the stone floor as you made your way over to the shower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a flick of the stainless steel handles, a fountain of water rained over head, missing your head by a foot</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without looking up, you reached up and tested out the water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Hmm...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Too cold...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After a few more turns of the nobs and testing the water, you eventually had it at the perfect temperature</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Standing up, you stretched and yawned so widely it felt like your jaw was going to snap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a little wiggle--in which you moved and rolled every joint until you heard a pop-- you climbed into the shower</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sighed as the big, fat, warm droplets of water pattered against your skin, both refreshing you and waking you up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The warmth of the water loosened your muscles, further relaxing you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smiling, you leaned into the water</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yep...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was the shit...</span><br />&quot;Jesus Christ, does that feel nice...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You closed your eyes, letting the water soak your face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Bowing your head a bit, you began to run your fingers through your hair, letting that water soak it down to the scalp while it also soaked your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;YYYeeeeesssssshhhhh...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sound of the water hitting the stone floor was all you could hear as you just stood there letting yourself get soaked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a relaxing sound</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The kind of sound that you could get lost in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A sound that would drown out most sounds with ease</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Like the sound of someone quietly opening the bathroom door</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And the pitter-patter of feet on a stone floor</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Nonny~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So lost were you to the sounds and sensations of the water, you didn't notice that someone else was in the shower with you until their hands were wrapped around your shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes snapped open</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Ohgoditsjustlikeinthatmovieyou'regonnaDIE!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you could turn around though, the mystery invader pressed their weight down onto your shoulders, nearly causing you to fall flat on your ass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A chuckle filled the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A very familiar chuckle</span><br />&quot;...Aria?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Somebody's a little jumpy,&quot; Mrs. Grump murmured into your ear as she pressed herself against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her body, still a bit cold, contrasted sharply with your wet, warm body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You quietly gasped as your pack mate tightened her grip on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hmm... I was wondering here my hot water bottle went,&quot; Aria grumbled tiredly, pressing her face into your wet back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Taking a deep breath to try to slow your pounding heart, looked over your shoulder as best as you could</span><br />&quot;What the hell are you doing up this early?&quot; you asked<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria yawned again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then leaned forward and began to gently bite your shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You twitched at the sensation, but let her do what she will</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was another siren thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Something about showing affection by cleaning scales</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The fact that no one in this house HAD scales anymore didn't matter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was the thought that counted</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;What the hell are YOU doing up this early?&quot; grump shot pack, unhooking an arm from around your shoulders and letting it wander down to your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She pressed herself a little harder against you as she nipped your neck</span><br />&quot;I needed to get up so I could shower and cook us breakfast,&quot; you replied<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nipples were still hard, you couldn't help but notice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She also seemed to be purposefully rubbing them in circles around the upper-middle of your back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No one's going to be up for a few hours since it's the weekend, you dummy.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her hand, small and soft like her sister's, ran up and down your wet belly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason, it felt... nice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A little demeaning but nice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leaned back against her a bit</span><br /><br />&quot;Bullshit. You girls wake up way too damn early on the weekends and you know it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She purred in response, lightly biting you again, this time on the other shoulder</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Says the guy that gets up five in the morning just to piss off his pack.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fingers drummed against your belly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm surprised that Adagio hasn't thrashed you for it yet. I know I would if I was the alpha.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria continued to drum her fingers against your stomach</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She loosened her grip on your shoulders and began making her way toward your front, making sure to rub as much of her body against yours as physically possible</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without looking, you knew that there was a sway in her step</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A way that would accent certain... bits very nicely</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She knew your weakness and delighted in abusing this knowledge every chance that she could get</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But you were made of sterner stuff today it seemed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't crane your neck to take a peek, or try to reach around to cope a feel</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked forward until the Queen of Grumps was face-to-face with you, her lips drawn back into a toothy smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Water cascaded around her body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She shivered at feeling, though her deep purple eyes didn't leave yours, nor did her smile waver</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You smiled back</span><br />&quot;Oh, so you'd beat my ass huh?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Both of Aria's arms hooked around your neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a few moments, the only sounds that could be heard were that of the water hitting the floor as she leaned up on her tippy-toes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While she might have been a good deal stronger than you--as were both of her sisters-- she was still a small girl</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She really had to lean up to get to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You helped of course, leaning down so that both of your foreheads were touching</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The angle that you were at had the water crashing down on top of your head and your shoulders</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was soaking Aria's head and you could see it making its way down her arms and her breasts to her belly and thighs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was no doubt also soaking her entire back, her legs, and her ass as well</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But still neither of you looked away from one another</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'd kick the shit out of you,&quot; Aria proclaimed proudly</span><br />&quot;Really?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Yep. Then you'd stay in bed like the good little man that you are and keep us all warm.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What? Aren't your sister's enough for you?&quot; you teased<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowned cutely</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Every single time that you mean me with them, Sonata ends up crawling over toward me and tries to strangle me to death.&quot;</span><br />&quot;She does not you big baby.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fuck you. YOU'RE the baby.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckled, rubbing your nose against hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hugged you all the tighter</span><br />&quot;Do you wanna help wash me off so I can make breakfast?&quot; you murmured<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grump shook her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No, I want to drag your fat ass back to the bed so I can get more to sleep.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wrapped your arms around her, pressing her up against you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A low, tired growl escaped Aria's throat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Busting your balls or not, she did look tired</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There were dark rings under her eyes, which looked about ready to close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You gave her back a little scratch</span><br />&quot;If you help me I'll go ahead and make eggs and steak for you guys,&quot; you offered<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria perked up a bit</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nodded</span><br />&quot;Yep. I'll even make them real bloody like you like.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's tongue slipped out of her mouth to lick her lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes narrowed for a few moments to stare up at you suspiciously</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You just stared back pleasantly, giving her a kiss on the nose</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...Fine,&quot; she grumbled with a stretch, yawning hugely. &quot;But you gotta wash me too.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then rocked back and forth on her heels, causing her breasts and hips to bounce</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instinctively, you looked down at her body before looking back up at her face, as quick as a flash</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But not fast enough it seemed, if the look that grump was giving you was any indication</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The little cocktease...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bounced again, making sure to wiggle her ass back and forth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shaking your head, you reached over and grabbed a loofah and a bottle of liquid soap from the little bin that you had in the shower</span><br />&quot;Fine, get your big butt over here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria grinning, rocking on her heels a third time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Why don't you make me?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In the end, you didn't make her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had barely managed to spurt soap onto the loofah before Mrs. Grump stepped out from the spray of water and snatched it from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Unlike a lot of girls at school--who usually smelled like a mixture of B.O. and dirty socks--the girls always enjoyed cleaning both you and themselves</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A siren was supposed to take pride in their physical appearance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How else would they attract and keep a mate if their scales, fins, and teeth weren't shiny, smooth, and they didn't gleam in the sunlight?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A pack that bathed together stayed together after all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As Aria scrubbed your body, making sure to move the loafa in small, circular motions to get you as clean as possible, you busied yourself with her hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;While it didn't particularly matter what body wash you used, each of the girls had a different shampoo and conditioner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This was HER shampoo and HER conditioner</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No other siren could use it without a fist-fight breaking out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So, since you had learned your lesson the first time--Adagio threw Sonata THROUGH that fucking table...-- you were sure what you grabbed was Aria's</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And then you made sure again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Giving the bottle a shake, you popped the top and poured a decent amount into your hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Lathering the shampoo into your hands for a second or two, you then reached up and began applying it into your pack mate's hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Immediately, Aria let out a pleased hum</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's a good boy...~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You made sure to take your time with her hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It might not have been the fucking mess that Adagio's was, but it was still pretty unruly if you didn't see it it correctly</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lathered it all, untangling any knots that you found until you reached the scalp, which you began to scrub as well</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;From front to back you worked, getting her bangs, her sides, the top and the back of her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria, running the loafa along your sides, began to hum a little tune as she worked</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You couldn't name the song if your life depended on it, but it was beautiful all the same</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A grump she might have been, but Aria had one of the most beautiful voices that you ever had the pleasure of hearing, as did the rest of her sisters</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You dug your fingers a little deeper into her scalp, bobbing your head to the song as you both continued to clean each other</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Finally, after her hair was as lathered as you'd be able to get it, you took a step away from her</span><br />&quot;Alright, get rinsed off and I'll get the conditioner in.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria, frowning, looked up at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Today's not the day that I do that though,&quot; she protested</span><br />&quot;Yes it is. I conditioned your hair on Wednesday and now it's Saturday.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her nose scrunched up as you reached down with a soapy hand and gave it a flick</span><br />&quot;Now hurry up and wash that shit out.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grumbling about ass-whoopings and alpha's, Aria nonetheless stepped into the water and began to rinse her hair out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she did this, you reached over and grabbed her conditioner, making doubly sure that it was, in fact, hers that you were grabbing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was some expensive ass stuff if you remembered correctly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They had it imported from Saddle Arabia or some shit like that</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was a hundred and twenty FUCKING BITS</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;1.2.0. F.U.C.K.I.N.G. B.I.T.S.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shook your head before turning to look at grump</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her eyes were closed as the water flowed all around her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could see the droplets sliding down her shoulders and her belly and her breasts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With each little movement, she sent droplets flying all around her, along with half-rinsed shampoo</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your eyes wandered down between her legs, down toward that little sliver of hair until you saw heaven</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her lower lips looked soft, smooth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Every time that she shifted or spread her legs a bit you were able to see a flash of pink</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria arched her back, jutting her breasts out</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As if she KNEW that you were looking, she turned around, presenting her backside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh lord...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her ass was firm and round</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Muscled enough to keep its phenomenal shape but with enough fat to give it a really nice bounce</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There wasn't a blemish, bump, or boil in sight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was big, it was beautiful, and it was not two feet from you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You squeezed the conditioner bottle, causing the top to pop off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You jumped at the sound that it made, snapping out of trance</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fnskjdnk!</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked at the bottle just as Aria finished rinsing her hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Anon! Where the heck did I put that loaf--&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria stopped, her hair and body dripping with water, and smiled</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't a very nice smile</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And what do we have here~?&quot; she cooed with another little bounce</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You looked down to see that lil' Anon was looking up at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddammit...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a flick of her hair--which sent water EVERYWHERE-- grump made her way over to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stood there like a masochistic deer in headlights, both concerned and oddly aroused by what was possibly about to happen</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a few more steps, Aria was standing uncomfortably close to you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Though she had to look up to look at you, you were the one feeling small</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Small and aroused</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You really can't control yourself can you?&quot; she purred, tracing your chest with a finger</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she did that, her other hand was making its way downward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's a shame that blasted wizard didn't send us to your world,&quot; grump continued, leaning upward. &quot;All me and the girls would have had to do was shake our asses a bit and your men wouldn't know what to do~&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her fingernails grazed your belly as she slowly, teasingly, made her way down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stiffened, not moving a muscle or looking away from those pretty purple eyes of hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;They were darker than Sonata's; harder and more animalistic as well</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A girl Aria's size wasn't supposed to have eyes like these...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;NO person was supposed to have eyes like these...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria grinned, giving you a good view of her sharper and longer than average canines</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You felt a hand grabbing the back of your head, forcing you to lean down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips parted, as did hers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It would have been wonderful. All the power we could never ask for. You, though, my little bedwarmer, lucked--</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Smiling, you lifted the bottle of conditioner over grump's head and gave it a squeeze</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The bottle made this weird, sickening sound before conditioner began to rain all over her hair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's eyes widened in surprise as the cold hair product hit her steaming head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The expression that her face morphed into when you did that was going to have you laughing for YEARS</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Fucker!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Chuckling, you leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even without brushing her teeth, they tasted sweet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leaned into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of warmth and intimacy and contact, giving grump's big, beautiful butt a squeeze before pulling away</span><br />&quot;You know it. Now grab that loofah and and keep scrubbing me. The others are gonna be awake any minute and I gotta start breakfast.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria pouted, giving your cock a flick</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There's plenty of time for us to mess around,&quot; she said insistently, almost pleadingly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You planted another kiss on those lips of hers, then another, then another, then another</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Grump, though she tried to look pissy, began to crumble with each kiss until eventually she had a small smile on her face</span><br />&quot;No we don't,&quot; you told her. &quot;It's going to take a while for me to get those steaks ready. I don't have time to mess around with you in here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria's gaze narrowed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I should toss your big ass against the wall and fuck you until you can't walk,&quot; she said threateningly, though she leaned up in time as you leaned down and kissed her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your lips connected as you continued to stare into each other's eyes</span><br /><br />&quot;Are you sure that I'M the one who can't control himself?&quot; you teased, reaching over and putting the conditioner back where it was supposed to go<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With a &quot;humph&quot; she spun around and pressed her back against your chest</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You exhaled sharply as lil' Anon found his way in between grump's crack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That almost did it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That almost made you give in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Get on your knees, lick that little patch of fur above her cunny before burying your face in between those lovely legs until you heard her screaming your name</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Without saying a word, you wrapped your arms around grump's middle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm going to bite the shit out of you next time we're in bed,&quot; she promised</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kissed her neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And next time we go to the store I'm going to buy that caramel candy that you like and eat it all on the drive home when you're not looking so you can't have any.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She leaned back against you, placing her hands over yours</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And don't even think about seeing a dry towel for the next few weeks. You're just doing to deal with drying yourself with wet ones, you fucking tease.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looked over her shoulder at you, her animalistic eyes filled with emotion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;For a few seconds, the only sounds that could be heard were the pitter-patter of water and the two of you breathing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...You know, I felt what you were doing before you got out of bed.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You grinned, holding her a little closer</span><br />&quot;Can you blame me? It's not every day that a guy wakes up to a knockout like yourself.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She frowned back at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don't you think that flattery is gonna get you out of this.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You kissed her again</span><br />&quot;Truly, there are very few creatures of the sea that compare to your beauty.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It's not gonna work, dick.&quot;</span><br />&quot;You move through the mightiest of currents as if you were an arrow shot through the air.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I'm not listening.&quot;</span><br /><br />&quot;Your scales gleam as bright as the sun.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut up.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Your hunting grounds are plentiful and reach out to the sun. Your prey are fierce and quick as lightning.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Shut it,&quot; Aria murmured, leaning against you with a little more force</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You simply gave her neck another kiss</span><br />&quot;You are no simple creature of the seas. You are a queen; the one who lays alone on the good, warm rock.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shiver ran up grump's body</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br />&quot;...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Aria spun around and wrapped you into a hug, her face bright red all the way down to the neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She buried that face into the nape of your neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She bit your neck hard, making you hiss in surprise</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;...That one was gonna leave a mark</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A mark that the other girls were gonna see</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;When breakfast is over, I'm dragging you to the bed and doing stuff to you,&quot; she murmured. &quot;Lots of stuff. Now scrub in this conditioner...&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She then said something under her breath that you couldn't quiet hear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It wasn't threats of beatings, or anything about being an alpha or you not knowing your place in the pack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Aria gently bit your collar bone, sighing in contentment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You nuzzled her cheek, running your hands along her back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You might not have heard what she said, but you didn't need to</span><br />&quot;Yes ma'am.&quot;</div></div>




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