Author's Note

This chapter is fucked up. Just warning you, I mean, you were probably expecting that given the premise, but you know - I like to make sure.

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What Goes Around

You convinced Sonata to take you to Aria and Adagio, who were both hiding out at a nearby diner. Different from their usual haunt, but similar in many ways. The two of them had slipped away from you, so you decided to make things easier for yourself. “Adagio, Aria, Sonata. Whenever I ask where you are, or to meet up with me, you’ll tell me or you’ll do it.” Aria and Adagio roll their eyes but otherwise keep their complaints to themselves. “I wanted to ask you a few questions about this siren magic stuff.”

“What do you wanna’ know?” Sonata chirps. She has none of the hesitation that the other two do.

Aria punches Sonata in the arm, “There’s nothing for you to know, asshole. You seem to be an expert already…”

“Huh?”

“We can’t teach you anything. It’s like asking us how to breathe. Siren magic isn’t a skill, it’s something that we are meant to possess.”

Adagio cuts in, “Aria is right about one thing – you’ve already made the most effective use of it. I think you humans call it ‘conditional reasoning.’”

“I’ve heard of it.”

“Weak minded fools are easy to overpower just by using our raw ability, but people with more will are harder to brainwash. We’d take care of them by implanting several small suggestions that changed the way they behave – and attaching a condition to trigger them. Our participation in the Battle of the Bands was an elegant solution. They loved us because we were imitating those pop stars that children are obsessed with.”

“Like you did, asshole.”

“Okay. I guess this meeting was pretty pointless in the end.”

“Any time spent with you is time wasted,” Aria spits, “You wouldn’t catch me dead spending time with you of my own free will.”

“That’s too bad, because you don’t have any.” You lean forward in your seat and smirk, “You ever think about the irony of the whole thing? You’ve spent your whole lives exploiting people using these powers, but now that the tables are turned it’s suddenly unfair.”

“I never pretended it was fair. The weak exist to feed the strong, it doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.”

“I assume you abused these powers to keep yourself fed and housed?”

“Of course.”

“Is there any danger of it wearing off?”

“No. Not unless you decide to be a total dick and undo it.”

“I’m not going to make you homeless.”

“You’re just going to brainfuck us into being your slaves.”

“Sure, why not?” Aria scowls. Any other time that look would turn your veins into ice, but you hold all the cards here. Well, it’s more of a single card really. “Do you three live alone?”

Adagio crosses her long longs and shrugs, “We found some fat-cat property developer and made him give us a house. We have the whole place to ourselves.” You quietly slip your phone from your pocket and shoot a message to your family, asking if it’s okay for you to stay over at a friend’s place for the night. You’ve done it a few times before, so you don’t see why not.

“He’s totally fishing to come to the house Adagio,” Aria grunts, “Probably wants to get his dirty fucking hands all over us.” You fist pump under the table as your parents give you the okay, as long as you drop by and pick up a fresh set of clothes for tomorrow – it should all work out perfectly.

“What do you mean? It’s normal for your boyfriend to visit your house now and then.” Aria is visibly resisting your suggestion, but it’s enough to stop the argument for the moment. You turn to Adagio and smile, “Let me check out your place. It’ll be fun.”

You stop by your place on the trip over and grab a bag and some clothes. Your parents don’t ask many questions, but they’re assuaged when you tell them that it’s some friends from school. You jog back out of the house and follow the three girls through the suburbs until you reach the rich part of town. It hits you that maybe the three were underselling how nice this house of theirs is.

It is a lot more than Adagio let on from your earlier prodding. The place is practically a mansion, with white marble pillars, a huge garden, garage and backyard pool, and enough room to practically house a dozen or so people. Instead of leaping to the fun part, you spend an hour making Adagio give you a guided tour of the place.

The bedrooms are all huge and already furnished, although it’s evident which ones have been claimed by the three freeloaders. Adagio’s room is a little messy, with clothes and shoes strewn around the place – but she has so much floorspace that a little clutter does nothing to impact it’s navigability. It’s decorated in her usual style, with fairy lights and bright colours.

Aria’s room is the complete opposite. It is religiously clean and tidy. There are posters for various bands on the walls, and the room has a dark atmosphere to it. She must have brainwashed someone into painting it black for her when they moved in.

Sonata’s room is a happy medium between the two. There are a few dozen small plush animals on her bed. All of these personal touches make you think that perhaps these three are closer to being human than they want to admit. They clearly have preferences for how they want their bedrooms to be. Even immortal wizards can’t get away from their base desires.

“This is how the other side lives, huh?”

“Impressed?”

“I’d be impressed if you earned it with your own money. Brainwashing a guy to give it to you doesn’t have the same effect.”

“You the guy who declared the three of us your girlfriends a few days ago?”

“Did I say I was doing it to impress anyone? I like mean girls, you’re hot, so here we are.”

“Ugh.”

“You should be flattered, I’m complimenting my girlfriend after all.”

The disgust that moments ago had twisted her face into a sour frown disappeared, replaced with a content grin and rosy cheeks. You don’t like this Adagio one bit. You wave your hands, “Never mind. You don’t have to like it when I say stuff like that.” Her face went right back to the way it was before. As we walked back past Adagio’s room, she decided to finally as the million-dollar question.

“Why don’t you just get it over with already? You have the three of us under your thrall, but you’re still playing these stupid games. Are you too much of a coward to rape us? It’s too late to be a good guy now.”

She was challenging you. It took a moment to consider your answer, “What if I have already, and you just don’t remember it?”

“Oh, I’d remember it. We aren’t a trio of slack jawed idiots… except Sonata.”

You grab Adagio’s slender arm and drag her aside into the nearest doorway. It was a reception room that overlooked the back garden. White walls, white carpet, white furniture. The place was completely untouched. You turn back around and lock the door behind you from the inside. “Alright, since it’s bothering you so much, why don’t we see just how resistant you really are?”

Adagio crosses her arms and huffs, “I doubt that a simpleton like you can use our magic that effectively.”

“Really? What if I told you to take that dress off, right now.”

Adagio’s body twitches. Her arms unwrap themselves and slowly spread outwards and upwards, until they reach the hem of the purple one-piece that she’s so rarely seen without. You can see the realization in her eyes that her goading is going to backfire. “Shit.” She doesn’t protest or try to plead for mercy. She silent pulls it down until it reveals the front of her light pink bra. It’s a utilitarian and plain design. Her chest is modest compared to the other two, but she’s really packing downstairs.

She reaches behind her back and unzips it, allowing the two sides to peel open and further down, past the curve of her wide grabbable hips. The dress tumbles to the floor all at once, revealing a matching pair of panties. She quickly reaches up and grabs the edges of her still present purple jacket, pulling it closer over her shoulders in an attempt to protect her modesty.

“See? You can’t resist a damn thing. The jacket too.” Adagio tosses the jacket onto the ground alongside the dress. Her body quivers in barely constrained rage. She steps forward and balls up a fist, but you hold up your palm, “Stop.” She grinds to a sudden halt. The strength of your order is such that she tries to freeze exactly in that position when you said it.

“No matter what. You should never attack or harm your boyfriend. Move.”

Adagio slumps down, defeated, “Asshole. Asshole!”

“Not fun when you’re on the other side of it, is it?”

“You think this is funny? You think you’re doing a good thing by messing with us?”

You circle around Adagio and ogle her nearly nude body, “I never said that. Aria said it herself – I’m being a piece of shit. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve got a golden opportunity right here, I’m going to exploit it as much as I can before the gig’s up.” She has a very curvy and pleasant built. Not an ounce of stray fat, thick thighs and a considerable rear.

“Go to hell.”

“Bra, underwear. Off.”

Adagio’s hand work quickly. They slip under the hook of her bra and undo the meddlesome garment. She throws it onto the pile and quickly leans down to remove her underwear too. This has the side-effect of causing her perky breasts to hang down under the full effect of gravity. Adagio steps out of her panties and discards them, before standing back up again and trying to cover her exposed vagina.

“Don’t cover yourself up while we’re in this room.”

Adagio’s face is an inferno of white-hot rage, but there is nothing she can do to you now to get out of this. She removes the offending limb and finally bares everything to you. You smile at the sight and step closer with a menacing gait. Adagio hasn’t been keeping her downstairs area tidy, that’s for sure. A curly ginger bush covers up most of her slit from sight.

“You don’t shave?”

“That’s not your business.”

“Answer the question.”

“I stopped recently. I only did it to fit in with those lowlifes at school.”

Now that you have her here, the hottest girl in school, naked and at your command, you really don’t know what to do next. You weren’t planning of jumping ahead like this. You didn’t bring any protection, and you don’t trust Adagio to have contraception of her own. The last thing you want is an unwanted pregnancy right now. You could order one of the trio to buy some for you, or head down to a store and get it yourself.

Well, there are more ways to have fun.

You unzip your pants and drop them. Adagio flinches, a look of dread crossing her face. “You’re going to blow me, and you’re going to enjoy it.” Adagio rolls her eyes but reserves any further words. She doesn’t try to make it sexy for you. She abruptly drops down to her knees and squares up with your boxer covered erection with trepidation. She pulls down the fabric allowing your shaft to breathe once again.

Adagio takes it into her mouth like an obligation. A stiff breeze could set you off right now, but she’s trying her hardest to make sure that you don’t get any sexual gratification from this. Soon enough the second part of your suggestion starts to take root and her blowjob grows more and more enthusiastic. She applies more pressure and lavishes the tip with her tongue. You gasp as she takes as much of it into her throat as possible, gagging herself in the process.

You slip your hands into her curly hair and pull her back out again, repeating the process several times. Her throat bulges with each attack, her breasts shaking with each movement. They have a pair of large areolas that you can’t help but reach down and pinch. Her mouth-hole is warm and wet, and it scrapes against your sensitive tip in all the right ways.

Eventually you grow tired of this vanilla play and decide to kick things up a notch. You use your hips to push Adagio down onto the ground and grip the side of her head with your hands. You pound her mouth like a second pussy, creating a froth of pre-cum and saliva that covers her face. “Consider this karma for all that bullshit you pulled!” you grunt. Her arms and legs flail as she tries to find relief, but you aren’t going to give her any.

“Here it comes Dagi, you better swallow it!”

You let go with a gasp. You shoot several streams of hot cum into her stomach, bypassing her tonsils. She gags and coughs around your shaft. You quickly pull out and shoot the last of it on her face. She falls back down to the floor and tries to get her breath back. Her modest chest heaves, her nose bubbles with the refuse of your violent mating. You look down and smirk. Her pussy quivers and pulses as it shoots its own body rocking orgasm all over the formerly clean carpet.

“Looks like you got yours too.” You’ve definitely crossed a line here, but you’re too high on power to get worried about it. Adagio finally comes back around and curls up on her side.

“Why the hell did you do that? You fucking asshole!” She wretches and coughs in a hopeless attempt to expel your seed from her body.

You sneer, “Because I wanted to, because you three are my toys. It’s only fair, considering how many people you fucked with.”

She shakes there, naked and cold and covered in spit and cum. It’s almost enough to get you hard all over again, but you have better things to be doing. “Clean yourself up. That’s an order. And don’t tell Aria and Sonata or anyone else what happened here.”

She nods.

“I’ll see you downstairs.”