Little Cardinal

The pounding nightclub beats thrummed through pretty black pumps clacking on the dirty concrete floor. This place was familiar to the redhead- Fates Nightclub. Ironically, most of the time there was people costumed as mythical creatures and people. It wasn't odd to meet a man dressed up as Hercules, or a woman with dreads as Medusa. Mari could be herself here- she could let her wings be free and to any normal person they'd look well constructed. To Mari, her wings would be fluid, a wine red of a cardinal. She could flaunt them all she wanted, and people would touch them. Being a Siren was more than fun- It was flat out exciting. Mari sat down, and her pretty pink lips mouthed what drink she wanted, then and there, with a sweet tone. "August Moon, please."

Mari sat back, wings gently folded against her back. Her black french-tipped nails tapped against the doll-white skin on her arm. Every now and then she saw a couple pretty girls look her way and grin through plump lips. They were twins, with matching demon outfits that made their pretty periwinkle eyes pop. Though, her attention was caught when the deep voice of the bartender echoed what she wanted. "August Moon, ma'am. I put a little extra Bailey's in there for a bit of sweetness like yourself." The bartender said with a teasing tone.

The redhead smiled sweetly and giggled at the bartender, and took a sip from the white straw in her drink. This was a new bartender, definitely. Marcus was normally on shift, with his tired self, clean of tattoos and eyes doe brown and girly. This boy was a pretty Latino with a chiseled jawline and greek mythology all over him, with Medusa's head on his right arm and with a string winding around his right middle finger that was actually tiny words that said "Fate is my bitch" over and over. On his left arm was a whole greek goddess (Mari recognized this goddess as Aphrodite) in pretty lingerie and surrounded by lilacs. His eyes were a mischevious metallic blue and green, gazing at her with an interested twinkle. Golden yellow hazel eyes gazed at the boy's nametag in interest, voice feigning confusion. "Malizioso?"

"Italian for Mischief. Maliz for short." Maliz said with a grin. Mari made a notion that meant she understood. Maliz went back to cleaning glasses, looking to Mari every now and then. That buzz that would take quite awhile hit her hard and fast, and quite soon, she was giggly and drowsy. Her speech was slurred, and Maliz looked quite confused. After awhile, she soon moved her drink off to the side and talked in a slurred speech to Maliz. Soon, though, she was out like a light, blue green eyes glinting dangerously the last thing she saw.

When Mari woke up, she woke up with a jolt as she felt a feather being plucked out of her wing. She looked around the room that was pitch black, quickly realizing she was blindfolded. Her body was cold, and she recognized she was lying on a bed with soft, and silky sheets. She went to move her body, only to feel she couldn't move her arms- they were bound in tape behind her. The sound of the bed squeaking made her tingle, and then that deep, and sultry voice she recognized as Maliz whispered in her ear. Her nerves were on fire now, and she felt heat pool between her legs as she was grabbed by the tape holding her arms together and roughly hoisted up to sit on her knees.

"Finally awake, huh? How was your August Moon, sweetness?" The voice spoke, low and sultry, as a warm, calloused hand ran up Mari's petite, clean legs to her thick ass. She yelped as she felt a sting after a quite hard smack, and her heart pounded in her chest. That same calloused hand slid between her thighs, and slid over her wet pussy. Mari let out a loud moan as two fingers pushed into her now throbbing pussy and roughly fingered her, thumb rubbing the little pearl and making her legs tremble and breath become heavy. She didn't know what this man did to her, but right now, she was horny as all hell. Men didn't make her like that when only talking to her. That didn't matter right now, though. Mari panted as the overwhelming sensation stopped, and Maliz pulled out his fingers from her.

She couldn't speak, though, as she was shoved into the bed, the side of her face and her tits pressed into the bed and ass raised up into the air. Her wings pressed into her back, an involuntary thing she did when she felt like it would protect her, but it never did. She heard the sound of a belt unbuckling, and clothing coming off. The noise was ingrained into her mind, and her heart sped not in fear now, but in anticipation. The bed squeaked again, and seconds later, she let out a low moan. A thick cock rubbed against her throbbing pussy, making her whimper in pleasure each time it rubbed over her little clit. A low, husky chuckle came from the man that was manhandling her. "You like that little slut? You like it when I rub your sweet little pussy with my dick?" Maliz said with a growl into Mari's ear. The redhead nodded as best she could, another whimper escaping her lips and her wings fluttering a bit. "Well then, you're gonna like what i'm going to do to you next." He said with an air of confidence. Mari had no way to prepare herself when she felt that thick cock push in roughly and pound her cunt. Every thrust made her almost scream in pleasure, and her wings fluttered off and on from the intensity of it all.

Mari yelped mid-moan as the hand moved away from her face and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her up to her knees and arms behind her back, tits bouncing from the force of going up so fast. He stopped, cock still imbedded in her as he grabbed something that was off to the side, the sound of something jingling making her curious. The redhead felt something cold clip onto the lips of her pussy and attach to her hard nipples. Then, something was taped down and something else that was cold pressed up against her clit. She whimpered loudly as she realized it was a vibrator, and a wave of pleasure hit her hard and fast, and she almost started to rock her hips from the feeling. Maliz started pounding into her even harder, and much faster than before. The only thing Mari could do was moan loudly in pleasure, and soon, she was pushed back onto the bed. Calloused hands held Mari in place as Maliz pounded into her mercilessly like a dog fucking a bitch in heat. "You're so fucking tight. How many men have you fucked, slut? Twenty? Answer me, bitch! " Maliz said with an aggressive tone, hand grabbing onto Mari's wing and yanking it. Mari let out a mix of a sob and a moan, edging closer to coming than she had been this whole time. "I-I don't kn-know how many! I'm sorry, sir!" She answered him with a wail in her voice, body trembling. "I guess i'll have to make myself your best one, huh? Get ready to cum, whether you like it or not." Maliz said with aggression and lust in his tone.

He reached around her and turned the vibrator up completely, and pressed it down on her clit. Then, that's when he changed positions, and started thrusting up into her. That's when Mari started to rock her hips, grinding against the vibrator and Maliz's rock hard cock, muffling her extremely loud moans by biting onto her hand. Seconds later, she screamed in pleasure, the sound muffled by her hand as she came hard, sobbing in pleasure while it happened. It felt so good to her, coming this hard. She admitted to herself that she never came this hard with the others, who fucked her while she was drunk off of her ass and unable to comprehend it all. Meanwhile, right now, she was wide awake and sober with a blindfold on.

Maliz, though, kept on going. The overstimulation made her whine and whimper loudly, and she went louder when he rubbed her with the vibrator. All of it was too much, and once again, she came. This time, though, she felt hot semen shoot into her, lasting for a good couple of minutes. After a few minutes, Mari flopped onto the bed, breathing heavily and catching her breath.

"Well, little cardinal.. You're mine now. A Siren needs his gal, and you're just the one for it."