“My, my, m’lord, how you must dazzle the girls back home with your rapier wit~”

“A-Ah… gguhh… uh-huh…”

Mijya the Goblin Princess smiled down slyly and gave her ass a little wriggle, making Balsam moan aloud as it rubbed against his leaking, still-clothed cock. “Such a silver tongue you have!”

She still hadn’t so much as touched him. She’d promised not to lay a hand on him, after all.

It didn’t really matter anymore.

Balsam was drooling, hopelessly lost in the nice pair of big, fat tits bouncing in his face. They were nearly totally bared by her low-cut dress. Every part of her he looked at seemed to be framed by rosy-pink hearts bubbling around his vision. Everything else looked gray and meaningless. Everything but her.

Just tits. And ass. And her pretty eyes, and her soft, tender lips…

He’d already cum once. He could tell by the way she licked her lips that she knew it, could sense it. The goblin’s Heart Eyes effect was sinking into his head deeper and deeper by the second, and molten, gooey love was starting to flow through his thoughts… love for her perfect breasts… her sly teasing… her high, girlish voice, rough with smoky vocal fry that made him shiver…

“Such a cute little failed diplomat for me,” she cooed, and gave her bubble butt a playful little bounce. “You’re making such a scene, m’lord!”

“Uh-huhhh…” he slurred. He could barely keep from bucking his hips against her bounces. He was still so hard… cumming once for his ‘future wife’ just made him want to cum again, and again, and again…

“Such a dumb, bullbrained stud of an ‘emissary’~”

He almost giggled. Mijya had such a… nice voice to listen to. Like crackly little sugar-hearts popping in his brain.

“Toootal wifebait~” She gyrated her hips, making her tits bounce as her ass pressed down deeper.

He moaned. She was right. She was so right. He was… disgraced. Completely. Utterly.

… udderly… he watched them slowly bounce, bounce, bounce, tongue lolling slightly…

For all his preparations, all his training, he’d idiotically let down his guard just when it mattered the most. He’d given Mijya everything she needed to take control. One promise not to lay a hand on him, and he’d assumed he was safe, he’d let Mijya dance for him, let her hypnotize him, let the Goblin Princess have her way and take his mind into her soft, silken grip and squeeze, and now he was…

… now he was lost. He’d humiliated himself. Disgraced his kingdom. If anyone ever found out, he’d never even be allowed to return, and he’d be trapped here.

Under Mijya’s care. If he was lucky.

He’d already lost, and he hadn’t even met the Witch Queen yet. Of all the princesses he could have met, Mijya was perhaps the lowest-ranking and least-powerful of all.

He’d just cum in his pants for the Goblin Princess.

He stared at Mijya, listening to her pretty mocking giggles, and watched her boobs bounce up and down and side to side. Hearts bubbled and swirled and popped around them, filling his vision with a pretty pink haze.

And how he loved the Goblin Princess.

He drooled a little without noticing, staring at her nice, bouncy tits. All he had to do was shove his face in there, or latch onto a nipple, or… gods, she smelled so good. He knew the Heart Eyes effect would make everything about her smell wonderful to him, especially that wonderful floral perfume. But it laced so nicely with her own heady scent. Her ass was so soft, her smile so beautiful… and she still wanted to marry him, even though he’d disgraced himself, he was so lucky...

But…

The thought struck him dimly. He hadn’t bucked yet, had he?

He hadn’t shoved his face in, either.

He watched her squish her boobs together. He hadn’t bucked. Hadn’t touched himself. Hadn’t groped her big, jiggling tits, hadn’t grabbed her big, luscious ass as it pressed against his throbbing, twitching, leaking bulge… if he didn’t touch first, his chastity lock still protected his cock from being touched by her.

And only she knew what had just happened. She couldn’t actually… prove it.

So… so if he could just hold on a bit longer. Just a little longer, until the Witch Queen arrived, and then Mijya would have to get out of his lap. Nobody would need to…

Hope flared in his heart. Maybe nobody would ever need to know. Maybe he could still—

Three loud bangs rang out sharply, jolting him out of his thoughts and out of the horny daze Mijya had trapped him in.

It took him a moment to process that someone had just knocked at the door to the waiting room. He hadn’t even noticed the door was shut.

Princess Mijya’s eyes darted towards the door. Her lips twitched.

Relief washed over him as he saw the wheels turning behind her eyes. Yes. Yes. He was safe. He was saved.

The Witch Queen was here.

And then Mijya pressed in close, very close, until her lips were almost on his ear. “If you say a word,” she cooed, “I’ll let her see just what I’ve done to you~”

He swallowed. Mijya smiled sweetly, reached up one hand, and snapped her fingers.

He heard the door click.

Mijya reached down with the other hand and gave a mischievous little rub through his pants, nearly breaking a cry from him as his drooling cock throbbed.

Balsam barely had time to recover his composure before the door creaked open.

When he saw who stood on the other side, his heart stopped.

It wasn’t the Witch Queen staring at them from the open doorway. This beautiful girl had long, curly white hair, coiffed to fluff up over slender shoulders left bare by a long sleeveless black dress. A long slit ran up the left side of the dress. The dress was otherwise quite plain, even modest, with a high collar tied with red ribbon and no exposed cleavage. Her figure was slight, but much curvier around the hips than he… remembered.

But those wings… he recognized those wings. And those wide, beautiful eyes.

His heart began to race.

The siren kept her wings demurely close to her sides. One could initially easily mistake the glimmering black, white, and gray feathers for a strange and wondrous cloak. The wings ended in a pair of taloned hands which remained clasped, the talons clipped elegantly short and painted black.

Her eyes were a brilliant golden green, with large dilated pupils and thick lower lashes. Her lips were plump and painted a pale, comely cherry-pink that almost could have been natural if not for how they glistened beneath the lanternlight like clouds at sunset.

She slowly blinked those wide, dazzling eyes and brought a finger to those perfect lips. “Mijya,” she said softly, “are you done… dancing for him?”

Mijya smiled back at her, still sat half-straddling Balsam’s lap. Balsam just stared weakly, struggling to keep his mouth shut, as he beheld the form of Memi. The Siren Princess.

Everyone in the Kingdom knew of Memi. She was one of the most famous of the Witch Queen’s servants, and the only princess of the Monster Lands one could even remotely call popular. Beloved, even. She’d used to tag along with diplomatic visits all the time to organize charitable events—usually benefit concerts and stage productions and the sort—and seemed to genuinely care for people. Her events had always been packed, obviously. Even so, she’d always taken care to keep them as accessible as possible to the Kingdom’s poorer citizens.

He’d used to have an absolutely devastating crush on her.

He licked his lips.

“P-Princess Memi,” he managed, trying desperately to quell the tremor in his voice. “It’s an honor, a—a pleasure to m-meet you.”

Memi blinked.

He could hear the smirk in Mijya’s voice as she whispered, “‘A pleasure to Memi-eet her?’ You really have no shame.”

He fought the urge to squirm.

But then Princess Memi smiled, and it was the same gentle smile he remembered. “Oh, how kind!” Her lashes fluttered. “It’s an honor for me to meet a diplomat of the Kingdom. It’s been so long since we had a new visitor.”

“Tell her we’re not done,” Mijya whispered. She gave the tiniest of wiggles. “You want me to staaaay, don’t you, hubby?”

He barely caught his moan. “Well—meeting two princesses in one day is quite a generous reception. D-Do you know if—” Mijya’s ass ground a little more firmly, and his voice almost broke. “I-If the Witch Queen will be ready soon?”

“Oh, yes! Very soon!” Memi’s head bobbed in a charmingly birdlike motion. “The Witch Queen is very busy, I’m afraid.” Her head slowly turned towards Mijya. “Ah, so are you two…?”

He hesitated.

“Or maybe my future husband,” Mijya purred, “doesn’t looove me after all? Hm… maybe I should go.”

He bit his lip. The thought of Mijya leaving filled him with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but he managed to stutter out, “Ah, yes, we’re just about…”

“Of course, without my future husband to keep me busy,” the Goblin Princess added sweetly, and he heard her lick her lips, “I just might get a little… gossipy. You know what they say, m’lord, about a goblin maid spurned.”

“We’re—” Balsam licked his lips again. They felt very dry. “W-Well, so, she’s—”

“And I bet my eleven handmaidens would looove,” Mijya cooed, “to hear about all the naughty things we did. And what a stud you are, playing with a girl like that only to discard her.”

His breath caught.

“Maybe we’ll decide to arrange a few blind dates after this,” she breathed, “an’ help you get paired off proper~”

Balsam’s heart was pounding. Eleven goblin handmaidens. Oh, gods, if he wound up seduced into marrying a servant…

… and the thought of disappointing Mijya… of her nice, soft ass rising from his lap…

“She can stay,” he managed.

He felt her silent laughter.

Memi smiled slightly. “Oh! Are you sure?”

“Mm-hm!” He nodded weakly.

Mijya’s hand ran over his clothed arm. “That’s what I thought, my darling loveslave hubby~” Then louder, she squealed, “Yes! In fact, I was just about to serve m’lord his wine!”

“Oh! Very well!” Memi’s head bobbed with a polite smile. “Well, then… I suppose I’ll just have an audience of two!”

He nodded again. Then blinked.

“A-Audience?”

“Oh, yes!” She made her way into the room and took a place about five paces straight ahead of him. Her tail flicked behind her with every step. “I’ve been sent to entertain you, my lord.” Her wings spread slightly as she gave a little curtsy. “If you don’t mind?”

Balsam took in a deep breath, trying not to notice Mijya’s sweet perfume. A private performance from Memi the Siren Princess…

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Mijya reach over and retrieve that bubbling crystal chalice of wine. Well. Almost private.

“I’d be, um… delighted!” It took serious effort to contain his excitement. He knew he needed to maintain some dignity around her.

But this was good. This was very good. Memi wouldn’t let Mijya get away with anything too brazen, and having her around would help him remember to keep control of himself, too. And as long as Mijya stayed here in his lap, she wouldn’t have time to gossip. Ideally, he could meet the Witch Queen right after this song, exchange pleasantries, and… find a dignified way to break things off with his new ‘fiance’.

Or propose to her properly, and avoid any scandal. His heart fluttered and then got a little gooey at the thought. Yes. There were plenty of ways to do this with dignity. As long as he kept his head, kept his hands to his sides, and didn’t do anything too…

Memi beamed as bright as the dawn, and he felt himself smiling stupidly back for a few full seconds before catching himself. “Thank you, my lord! Oh, I do hope my music pleases you.”

He felt Mijya’s eyes on him. “I’m sure it will. I… always enjoyed your performances back home.”

“Oh?” Her lashes fluttered. “You’ve seen me before?”

His cheeks reddened. “Ah. Yes. Once or twice. B-But that was a long time ago, of course.”

“Mm.” Her eyes drifted to the floor. “It has been ever-so-long since I gave a concert over there. The last ambassador… didn’t seem to care for me too much.”

“Well, that’s—” Balsam had to stop himself from openly insulting an ambassador of his own nation. “Perhaps we could look into scheduling one as part of this visit. After I meet with the Witch Queen. We’ll have to look into the details later, but…”

He’d have to look into why the concerts had stopped, he knew. Surely it was some stupid, unfair reason, but… well, it wouldn’t do to be reckless now.

But when Princess Memi’s eyes lit up, Balsam almost escalated his suggestion to a vow on the spot. “Oh, that would be wonderful~!”

He smiled.

“Drink, m’lord?” Mijya suggested. The chalice came into view once again, the deep violet wine bubbling slightly.

His eyes fell on the chalice, then darted back to Memi’s sweet, innocent smile. “Not now, thank you,” he said firmly.

“… very well.” He could almost hear Mijya’s pout. The chalice returned to the sidetable.

He watched Memi assume the position. The siren’s chest rose and fell with a long, deep breath; she closed her eyes, as if gathering herself. Her wings fluttered slightly.

It briefly struck Balsam as strange that there weren’t any musicians to accompany her.

Memi’s lips parted. And out of the Siren Princess’s mouth streamed the delicate plinking notes of a strumming harp.

It was like the chamber had suddenly been submerged. Like an ocean had swept through and instantly filled the room, instantly drowned out all sound save for its own echoing song. Memi's lips barely even seemed to move with the instrumentation—in fact, she smiled as the harp’s melody began to be interwoven with gentle piano.

And then she started to sing.

“There’s a tale that echoes in my heart,
“Two deep in love, yet drawn apart.”

The voice of the Siren Princess flowed to him like a clear mountain spring, sweet and bright, perfectly free of the slightest break or twinge that she didn’t intend. Her pink lips ran tenderly over each and every vowel.

Balsam felt his breath getting shallow. Oh. Oh.

That crush was still very much in effect.

“What melts one heart might soften two.
“Won’t you let me sing to you?”

Memi’s lashes fluttered, and her body began to sway as the music entered its steady flow.

“Won’t you let me sing—to—you?”

Her dazzling smile felt almost… flirtatious.

He felt himself smiling shyly back.

Memi’s song told the story of two lovers: a stubborn hunter and his loyal, adoring wife. He’d heard it a few times before, but never sung like she sang it. Memi’s voice was a soft, sultry coo, vibrant with heartbreaking intensity. Every verse smoldered with emotion and tension, and her hips swung to match the rhythm.

The performance was mesmerizing. Especially each time the piano would suddenly drop away. When this happened, her eyes would meet his, her hand would go to her hip, and her voice would slip from pure melody to playful recitative scolding:

“My husband, you forget your place!”

Then back into sweet, tinkling melody that catchy chorus would flow.

“When love on her knees says, don’t away,
“You must obey,
“You need to stay.”

Hands clasped, she would lean far forward, grief shimmering in those green eyes. The swaying of her hips would slow. Her voice would become a near-whisper.

“Your absence is a leaden weight,
“And every time I hear that gate,
“Your lover’s heart you break, you break.”

Her whole body would swing back around, piano returning—

“Just once, just once, consign that gate
“To rust, to rust, to rust!”

She’d toss her head with a brash smile, and he’d smile back, and the melody would rise again as she’d spring back into the main song.

“You’re gonna make a girl jealous,” he heard Mijya purr in his ear, “the way you drool over her.”

Balsam blinked slowly.

Then, reddening, he shut his mouth.

“Let this be the hunt’s last day.
“Why won’t you let it slip away?
Just let it slip away!”

“You know,” Mijya murmured, giving a mischievous little wiggle, “I’m starting to think someone’s got an eensy little celebrity crush.”

Balsam bit his lip to hold in a wordless reply. He was still so hard from Mijya’s mischief. Now, staring at Memi as her whole body swayed, as her heavenly voice poured over him…

“Her eyes are up there, m’lord~”

His heart lurched, and his eyes shot back up to the Siren Princess’s shimmering eyes.

For a second, he almost thought he saw laughter in that sweet, innocent gaze. But then Memi’s song continued, and her voice washed over him, soft and intimate and yet powerful, all-encompassing. Submerging.

He felt sluggish. And the thought of Memi laughing at him suddenly felt… ridiculous. Memi wouldn’t laugh at him. Such lovely eyes.

“That’s better,” Mijya whispered. “Look deep into her eyes, m’lord, and nowhere else! Be a gentleman. You’re already betrothed, remember? I can still see my hearts shining in your eyes.” Her hips gave a wicked little wiggle. “I wonder if she can?”

He shook his head minutely. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Memi was—was pure, and good, and innocent—she’d never even suspect—

Mijya laughed quietly. “That’s right. You still belong to me, my future husband.” She rose and fell ever-so-slightly, tits bouncing in his periphery. “Mine, mine, mine!”

Balsam wanted so badly to squirm. To buck. To hump. He couldn’t think straight, he… oh, fuck, Mijya’s thighs were pillowy-soft, squishing around his hardness and squeezing slowly in time… her breasts jiggling, almost begging him to ogle…

… just… just focus on Memi’s eyes. He swallowed, trembling, staring straight ahead. Focus on Memi. Princess Memi’s voice poured over him like a soothing balm against Mijya’s scorching, simmering seduction. Memi would keep him safe.

Not that she could stop his cock from twitching and leaking at the goblin’s mischievous gyrations.

But still the Siren Princess beamed down at him, suspecting nothing. She was swaying a little closer to them, he noticed, her eyes shimmering with passion…

“You don’t believe you’re mine to keep?” she sang, hips swinging, lashes fluttering but never quite falling. “I’ll sing your racing heart to sleep.”

He blinked dumbly. That lyric…

He didn’t remember it going like that. He was pretty sure, at least. Wasn’t it usually about the wife having trouble sleeping? Restless has become my sleep, or something like…? But then again, Memi often wrote her own lyrics, or tweaked the ones she chose.

She was so talented, so pretty and clever…

He stared hopelessly, trying to… to focus on her, and not…

Grind. Mijya gave a little giggle as his cock throbbed against her. “Oops! Divided loyalties~”

“I’ll sing you back to sleep,” Memi finished, then giggled and put a hand on her hips, looking down at him with a mischievous grin. “My husband, you forget your place!”

Her voice rushed into his head like hot steam, and then the chorus was melting over him once again, and his head swam. His lips parted—he felt light-headed, like he wasn’t getting enough air—

Mijya’s breath tickled his ear. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” Pleasure pulled his thoughts downward the goblin rocked forward and back, ever-so-subtly, thighs gripping his for firmer purchase. “Gosh, any pretty girl gives you one little smile, and you—just—melt.”

“Your absence is a leaden weight~”

He was panting. Oh… too much, too much… gods, Mijya’s musk and perfume mixed into such an intoxicating cocktail, and… just focus on Memi, focus on Memi…

“Just once, just once,” Memi pled as she drew nearer, angelic voice dropping to a sibilant whisper, “consign that gate—”

Balsam’s head swam. Heavy. It felt… heavy. But if he leaned forward, he knew his face would be guided right between Mijya’s nice, big tits…

His eyes followed Memi’s hips as they swung fast to and fro. “—to rust, to rust, to rust~!”

Without delay, she immediately returned to the main song. Her music swirled around him, trailing like countless delicate threads. He could almost feel it, feel the misty words encircling him, feel her lips by his ear…

… she smiled at him, and he smiled dreamily back…

“My lovey-dovey dummy hubby,” Mijya cooed, and gave a playful wiggle that made his vision go blurry for a second. Throb. Her hips rocked mercilessly. Throb.

His eyes were on Memi’s. She had such a beautiful, knowing smile. He was practically drooling as Mijya’s luscious childbearing hips bounced against his captive cock.

Memi’s voice was as soft and intimate as a kiss. Like many kisses. And she had no idea how hard he was, how hard he was getting just from… such a nice, pretty voice…

“Drink, m’lord?” Mijya suggested, and once again he felt the chalice at his lips. The wine smelled… sweet. Almost as sweet as the siren song.

“Your downfall will this fool’s hunt be,” Memi cooed, lathering her sweet melodies over him, pouring them straight into his ears and onto his brain. He swore he could feel her warm breath against his other ear—the one Mijya wasn’t whispering into—but he could see her over there, swaying, eyes glimmering with invitation to stare deeper, sink farther… “If you’re to fall, why not for me?”

Fall for her…?

“Drink, m’lord,” Mijya whispered.

His head lolled. He wasn’t listening to Mijya. He was trying to process what he’d just heard. That… those weren’t the normal words, the words were…

“So much you liked me on my knees,
“My silly darling didn’t see…”

Memi’s smile was subtle and sly.

“Drink, m’lord.”

His lips parted.

“… how it was there came to be
“That nameless sweetness in your tea~”

And Mijya cooed wordless praise laced with condescending venom as a strange, wonderful taste trickled onto his tongue.

He instinctively tried to close his mouth. The Goblin Princess just thrummed with delight and bounced in his lap, grinding faster, forcing out tiny gasps and minuscule moans to keep those lips parted. She tipped the goblet up higher, purring, until he was forced to swallow.

The wine burned pleasantly in his throat, feeling just a tiny bit stronger than it had tasted to the tongue. No… no, he hadn’t been… he’d…

But little by little, wriggle by wriggle, his ‘fiance’ forced him to it all down. She was smirking. Laughing softly. But it… but he’d…

… oh, it… gulp… gulp…

His head bobbed dizzily from side to side, watching Memi’s round, swinging hips, her glowing eyes, her plump, kissable lips…

“My husband,” the siren squealed, her ass jutting to the side, “You forget your place~!”

He bucked.

“Gooood boy,” Mijya purred. The chalice tipped higher. More wine, sweet, bubbling, burning, flooding in, pouring down his throat…

He bucked again.

“Good boy~!” Mijya’s voice was soft, breathless with pleasure.

“Please,” he tried to whisper, but it only made her giggle with glee as his words bubbled with the invasion of more sweet, wonderful wine… gulp… gulp…

“When love on her knees says, don’t away,” sang the Siren Princess, beaming down at him, and he beamed back dizzily. She’d gotten much closer. His head was already starting to spin, to buzz. Enchanted wine. Witch’s wine. “You must obey.”

“You must obey,” Mijya echoed. Her hips bounced. He bucked.

“You need to sway.” Memi’s hips swung from side to side. Balsam’s head followed them, followed Memi, lost in those pretty eyes…

“Under her sway,” Mijya teased. He bucked again, moaning.

“Your absence is a leaden weight~”

A leaden weight, her voice seemed to echo in his head.

His head felt heavy. Everything felt unbearably heavy. But if he swayed forward, he’d be immersed in Mijya’s tits again, and… and everything would become so… simple…

And the song wouldn’t stop. It streamed on and on, verse after verse taking them deeper and deeper. He almost couldn’t bear it. Memi’s voice was exquisite, it almost made him shiver with pleasure, but it was also… intimate, intense, overpowering.

Her words echoed in his mind, pulsed through his thoughts. It felt like her voice was caressing every part of him. Caressing his cheek. Slithering around his neck. Pouring into his ears.

And gently licking and kissing over his…

He bucked.

The song seemed to be escalating. Building towards a finish. The wife had tricked her husband somehow… drugged him… he didn’t remember that from the old song, but now the wife was in her husband’s lap and drugging him deeper… deeper…

At least it seemed to be building towards a finish. A… release.

But so was he. Mijya’s teasing was getting more blatant, and he couldn’t object, couldn’t speak up, had to just sit there and take it… bucking, throbbing… so much pleasure, so much teasing…

… and he knew it was his imagination, but it felt like Memi’s voice was starting to echo with stranger sounds beneath the instrumentation.

Wet, lewd sounds that made his cock pulse with need.

“Oh, husband, drink a deeper draught~!”

Memi was still smiling down at him. Adoring. Innocent.

But as her words echoed, he almost thought he heard that angelic voice resonating through his mind with… different lyrics.

Silly boy, her voice purred, as her eyes glimmered with mischief, sink deeper now~

“A-Ah…”

“Remember not your wedding vows?”

Remember, at my concerts, how…

“You swore to love as dearly as your lifespan would allow~?

Memi sat on the arm of the chair, batting thick lashes innocently as she leaned in slightly. Oh. Oh, gods, she was so close, she…

… you fell so desperately in love before I took a bow?

His cheeks went red-hot.

Behind the instruments, behind her heaven-sent voice, the sounds of sex were inescapable. Sloppy kisses. Wet plaps. Squeals. Moans. All right in his ear, all in his head, along with her dulcet coos…

He felt molten inside. His brains felt gooey and useless. He blinked stupidly up at her, now lost in her elegant vanilla perfume as well as Mijya’s floral breeding musk… he was panting… drooling… in love…

… yes, he could barely remember, the whole concert had left him so dumb and fuzzy, he’d… jerked off the second he got home… moaning her name… Memi, Memi, Memi…

Mijya wriggled, and giggled, and he bucked dazedly towards her, smiling between the pair as they smiled smugly back.

“Gooood dummy drooling loveslave,” Mijya cooed.

Buck…. throb… he blinked slowly, head swirling from side to side… wait… but… but he…

“My husband,” he heard Memi squeal, and he turned eagerly to watch her, to admire her playful smile, her little wink, her hand on her hip, “you forget your place~!”

It wasn’t the normal chorus this time.

“My love, these vows aren’t yours to break,
And you are not your own to take.”

Her voice pulsed through his thoughts like ocean waves, melting and subsuming anything that stood in her way.

He stared hopelessly at her ass, squishing so nicely over the side of the chair. Such a big chair. Room for one more. Room for Memi and Mijya to trap him between him, kissing, cooing, grinding…

He stared hopelessly at her tits… not as big as Mijya’s, but still… alluring… tightly contained in that dress, such nice cleavage… he’d thought about bucking between them so many times…

“Now meet. My. Gaze.”

Her hand took his chin.

She tipped it up until he once more met her eyes. Glimmering. Gleaming. Little green flickering fires.

His lips parted. He drooled. “Aah… huh…?”

Pink hearts seemed to be swirling around Memi’s head.

Mijya kept grinding, rocking, hips plapping softly, giggling at him… her silly, weak-willed, buckbrained future husband…

He stared hopelessly at his first and deepest crush. She giggled and patted his cheek.

“I wrap you up in pale lace,
Enspell you with my earthly grace~”

He watched her lips caress the words.

At the same time, he felt her lips brush against his cock.

He cried out weakly. Her words were like warm breath, the streaming music like wet tongues. She was so, so close… her voice inescapable… her glowing eyes pulling him deeper and deeper in… more wine pouring down his throat, bubbling, simmering, making him weaker…

“Fit no more,” she sang with a smirk, “for any chase.”

“Our bed is now your proper place.”

“Uh-huuhh…” he slurred, bucking, staring…

She giggled again, and her finger went to his lips.

The song’s temp started to pick up. Mijya was rocking faster, grinding away, panting with her own desires. Memi licked her lips.

“You took the bait. I lock the gate.”

He was openly bucking now, grinding against Mijya’s perfect ass, humping back like the dumb breeding bull Mijya took him for. His lips fumbled for words—for objections, maybe, or pleas, or—but her finger was on his lips, Memi was still singing, her voice pulsing, pumping, swirling…

He stared into those glowing eyes.

… had to be… a good audience…

Buck.

“My love becomes a leaden weight.”

His head finally dropped. He would have dipped right into Mijya’s tits if Memi’s hand wasn’t holding him up. The eyes flashed, and suddenly they were spirals, and he was falling in another way.

“There’s no escape,” Memi purred. “There’s no escape.”

He giggled drunkenly. No… escape…?

… uh-oh…

She leaned in closer. Closer. The closer she got, the more intense her voice became against him… soft lips against his cock, wet tongues, hot breath… he’d never been closer than a hundred paces before today… “I’ll bind you to a husband’s fate~”

“It’s all over now,” Mijya crooned, and gyrated her hips without mercy.

He was lost. He was bucking, grinding, throbbing, staring in stupid, broken, lovey-dovey desire as Memi’s voice bathed him in pleasure, led him like a dog on a leash closer and closer to the edge.

Closer.

Everything was pleasure. Everything was sex, was lust, this was all he knew, bucking and throbbing and fucking and loving and—

Closer.

Tongues swirling, voice swirling, eyes spiraling… such pretty eyes…

“You lose, m’lord!” Mijya chirped. “She’s gonna make you cum so hard you forget which way is up. You’re gonna cum your brains out like a good little buckbrained stud.”

“You must obey,” Memi sang. Grind. Thrust. Throb. “You must obey.” Swirl. Lick. Pulse.

“You must.
“You must.
You must~”

“And when you do, I guess you’re not just mine anymore, huh?” Mijya’s voice lowered to a sultry, smoky hiss. “You’re. Ours.”

“A-aah—!”

Memi’s finger left his lips, and the Siren Princess smirked. As her soft, kissable lips finally brushed his, the last words of the song poured directly into him, as gentle as leaking syrup but as intense as a thunderclap.

“My husband, you’ve remembered now!
“And no more shall you roam.
“You’re mine.” Mine. “Mine.” Mine. “Mine.”
“Come home… come home…
“CUM…”

She kissed him on the lips, and then they each grabbed him and gave him twin long, soft, sloppy kisses on each cheek. The siren song swelled, pulsed, licked, slurped—he was trapped, caught between two pretty girls—two pretty girls he loved so much—

He came.

He came in his pants for the second time that day. Pure pleasure, ecstasy, pulsing, buzzing, throbbing bliss—mindless, brainless spurting, bucking against Mijya’s ass, lost to their kisses, lost to their voices, dripping and melting into the intoxicating melody and swept away in a river of honey.

Infiltrated. Subverted. Compromised. Enslaved.

He humped, and mewled, and throbbed, and Mijya was mewling back, Memi was echoing his moans with her own sultry squeals and coos, making the sounds of wet, lewd embrace echo in his ears—sucks and slurps and cries and whimpers and plaps and kisses and—

—and he was moaning, crying out, helpless, broken, claimed, theirs-theirs-theirs, so much, too much, hump hump pump grind thrust thrust… thrust…

“… home~” Memi finished, pulling back from the kiss, and smiled sweetly down at him.

He smiled stupidly back at her and nodded. Because he was, now.

Only the dimmest awareness of just how bad this could be still rang in the distance of his newly music-filled mind as he smiled adoringly at his adorable, gorgeous, breedable future wife and his lovely, addictive, first and deepest crush.

“Such a cute little addicted loveslave!” Mijya smiled fondly, kissing his neck. “Isn’t he? Too bad we couldn’t get his pants off in time. He might just get away from us yet.”

He drooled, grinding… songdrunk…

He realized that the sounds were still echoing for some reason, even though Memi’s lips were closed now. Wet, lewd sounds, moans and coos and… oh, gods, it felt so…

“Ah… huhh…?” He stared at Memi needily and pointed shakily at his ears. “I’m—it’s—w-why’s it still—”

“Awww~!” Memi beamed. She patted his cheek. “Goodness, I’m terribly sorry, my lord—”

“Ggguhh…!” Her voice felt so nice to listen to. Buck. Throb. He could hear women cooing and whining, wet plaps and slaps…

“I’m told,” she whispered in his ear, and he shivered as mind-melting tingles ran through his body, “that my songs have a tendency to get, um… stuck in people’s heads~”

Buck. Throb. He blinked dimly… stuck… sticky…

Then his eyes widened. Wait, did she mean this wasn’t… going away?

Moan. Slurp. Suck. Kiss. Plap.

Princess Mijya was cackling, bouncing back and forth as her hips rose and fell. She was saying something truly wicked—something about how she almost wanted to keep him like this forever, how it was too bad the Queen would be by soon to spoil their fun—but all he could register was the sounds.

And Memi’s pretty eyes.

But… the Queen would be here soon. That was… good, right? He’d be saved. At least… from them…

… which he’d… wanted for some reason?

Princess Memi hummed in satisfaction, looking down at his hardness. Hunger glittered in those lovely eyes. “You know, Mijya,” she said, “the Witch Queen does seem to be running a little later than expected.”

“Ah… uhm?” His tongue lolled. He huffed in their twin scents, feeling his mind rewiring to associate their scents, their voices, everything about them with pleasure…

“Hm.” Mijya’s lips brushed his neck. “You’re right! Y’know, we might have to take care of m’lord for some time longer, huh?”

She reached up and snapped her fingers. He heard the door lock once again.

“Though I know you’ve got a busy schedule to keep.”

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t mind!” Memi’s voice dripped with sweetness as she slinked into the chair next to Mijya, trapping him between them, and gave him the loveliest of smiles. She reached for the goblet, which he realized was once again full.

Wait. More… wine? No, but… wait, if he stayed here even ten minutes longer trapped with these two…

“G-Guh… I… w-wuh…?”

“I do always love,” she sang, the slightest of musicality trickling back into her voice, and he felt his mind starting to melt down all over again, “to make time for a fan~”