Chapter 2
Seraph had active hobbies. He liked to hike, was part of a beer league kickball team, and even went along with his oldest friend and neighbor to the occasional mud run, but he didn’t work out to increase his performance in any of them. It felt good to look good. That’s why Seraph worked out.
He had been a skinny, poorly styled nerd growing up whose romantic prospects had been limited by a lack of self‑confidence. Fortunately, the last few years of high school development had been good to him. When his best friend had lost a parent, in an attempt to spend time beside her, keeping her stable and afloat, he had accidentally developed healthy habits. Looking better had increased his self-confidence, which translated to increased attention from the women he was interested in, and the whole circle of working on his friend’s depression and his own confidence through fitness and diet had turned into a self-referential positive feedback loop. He knew now that he was attractive, though nagging doubts from his youth kept him from womanizing.
Today, his best friend had uncharacteristically missed their workout, which he worried was a sign of her backsliding into depression. Sara was nothing, if not punctual. He finished dressing, jeans and a baseball tee that fit snugly over his shoulders and traps. He liked it when women noticed, even though it felt vain to enjoy the attention.
He checked his phone for messages from Sara, but saw only a text from his ex, Leona. It had a picture attachment. He checked the proximity of the other students in the campus locker room before opening it. Leona had sent him a selfie, her big blue eyes peering knowingly into the lens. She was wearing heels, a knee-length skirt with a small slit up the side, and a blouse with one too many buttons unfastened, which allowed Seraph a full view of the cleavage that she knew made him weak. There was text across the picture. When am I coming back over to put you on your knees? Don’t make me make you beg.
She had put a few devil emojis after the text. Seraph tried not to dwell on precisely how badly he wanted to text her back, and tried to ignore the way he was lengthening in his jeans. Leona had been manipulative, jealous, and spectacular in bed. She had lorded some dominant sexual power over him for the few months they had dated. She could somehow sniff out all his submissive sexual fantasies, and delighted in making them come true. Seraph was still uncomfortable with how much he had enjoyed her dominance. It had been humiliating, and he had loved every moment of it. He willed himself to close his phone and hurried out of the locker room.
Seraph strolled to his next class. It was a short walk from the campus gym so he made it with minutes to spare. Sara was seated where she always was, and his seat was still vacant. Even in college, with no assigned seating, people tended to pick one chair for the whole semester.
“You missed our workout,” he said as he took his seat, already unzipping his bag and digging for his laptop.
“I had to run an errand,” Sara said. She looked a little embarrassed.
Sara was always ready to blush. Despite her good looks, she struggled to make friends or to find partners. Seraph thought it was because she had blossomed slowly. She had been as lanky as Seraph when they were young, but she had been small as well. She had come into beauty later than most women. But now, on her twenty-second birthday, her eyes were large emerald pools that were made to look even larger by the frailty of her nose and mouth, giving her a kittenish beauty. Her raven hair hung to her breasts, and was slightly longer in front than in back. Though she was still slim, she had put some curve on her frame through three years of regular exercise with Seraph.
“I dig it. We still on for tonight? Wait, did you get your nails painted?” Seraph was a little surprised. Sara was never one to treat herself. She usually kept her makeup and nails natural looking since they were small together.
“Yes, and yes,” she replied. “I wasn’t going to make the gym so I stopped off and pampered myself.” She wiggled toes that had been French manicured to match her fingers.
“It looks good on you,” Seraph said. He always commented on and encouraged Sara’s self-care. She had battled depression for years after her father’s death, and it was a constant struggle to keep anxiety and sadness from overwhelming her.
He forced himself to stop looking at her. He would never make a move, Seraph told himself, but it was tough to ignore the way Sara’s thighs and ass filled her jeans now, or the way her blouse hung from her breasts. They had plans to meet that night at her place. She would help him get through some of the homework for his prerequisite credits that she had completed last year, and he would help her with a history class he had completed the semester prior. Then he would be designated driver for her twenty‑second. Well, he would drive them to the bar. They would have to hail a cab or Lyft back.
“Hey, did you do Leona’s entrance essay for her?” Seraph gave Sara a sidelong glance.
“How did you know? She rat me out?”
“Two reasons,” Seraph lifted his index and middle fingers. “One, you always bend over backwards for her. Two, she got in.” They both laughed. “And yeah, she still texts me. A lot.”
“I have to live with her,” Sara explained. “I could spend an hour or two on her essay, or listen to her beg for a month. Seemed faster this way. More interestingly, she seems to be holding your torch pretty tight. You interested?”
“I’m not putting my hand back on that stove.” No matter how hot it is, Seraph thought. “Besides, I don’t think she’s actually as interested in me as she is indignant that someone is saying no to her.”
Sara nodded. “She’s like that. You know she always has been.”
“I know, but you shouldn’t let her just run you over like that. Now we’ll have to deal with her on campus. You’ll never get a moment’s peace.”
Their professor and his assistant entered the lecture hall and began setting up for the lesson. There was a rumor on campus that Professor Rosenhal had chosen his assistant for her looks, rather than for her academic prowess, but truth be told Ms. Meacham was one of Seraph’s most engaging and attentive instructors. She actually seemed to care if her students learned, which was a trait in short supply among his other professors. He told himself that his affinity for her wasn’t because of the way she filled out her outfits, and he almost believed it.
“Stop staring,” Sara teased, ribbing Seraph with a pen.
“Excuse me, some of us are trying to absorb the lesson.”
“The lesson doesn’t start for another four minutes. You’re just trying to stock your fapadex.”
“Who taught you that term? And how do you know me so well?” Seraph joked, taking Sara’s pen from her with a quick movement.
She fixed him with a long gaze. There was something more confident in her eyes than Seraph was used to seeing, something more aggressive. He was the first to turn his eyes away, though Sara’s look stayed with him. She should start getting her nails done more often.
After class Seraph and Sara split ways. He got home and spent most of an hour deflecting texts from Leona. Things had fallen apart when she got jealous and clingy, mostly because she hated that Seraph had women roommates and a female best friend. Seraph was having trouble staying away. Sex with Leona had been amazing, and it was tough to go cold turkey. Before sending him a racy selfie, she had been probing him in their text conversation, asking where he and Sara were planning to go drinking. He briefly considered telling Leona the truth, as his resolve was beginning to weaken after three weeks. Libido speaks louder than sense in the minds of youth. He didn’t want to cause a scene though, which was another possible outcome any time Leona started drinking, so he told a fib and replied that he didn’t know yet. He would text her when he and Sara had the night planned, he lied.
He repacked his bag with the classwork he needed and headed to Sara’s after a brief phone call. She sounded nervous, which was odd. He had known her long enough to know what her nerves sounded like, but they never showed through when she was with him. He was her safety blanket, and had been since they were little.
Sara’s place was nicer than the little house he lived in. Her family was loaded, and they had just given her one of their rentals to live in if she had promised to stay in-state for college. Implicit in that deal was that Leona would move in with her, and that she would watch over her little step-sister. Four bedrooms, a finished basement, a pool, and only one roommate. It was honestly too large for the girls by themselves, but it was the only empty house their folks owned that wasn’t under lease for months to come.
Seraph let himself in with the key Sara had made him. He headed downstairs, where they always studied. Sara and Leona were nowhere to be seen. Leona had a late class he knew, and wouldn’t be home for a few hours, if at all. Seraph put his things on the large dark table they usually studied at and headed upstairs. He checked the pool and the backyard, and then headed upstairs.
“Sara, you napping?” he announced, more to let her know he had arrived than to get a reply.
“No, just applying the war-paint,” Sara said. It was the only way she referred to makeup.
“I’m busting in, if you’re decent.” Seraph put his hand on the knob.
“Yeah.” She sounded nervous.
He entered and was a little surprised at what he saw. The last time he had seen Sara’s room the floor was covered with little glyphs and symbols. She had been studying for her occult studies class and wanted to try one of the spells, she had said. A large dense carpet covered most of her floor now, which her bed sat atop in the center of the room. There were five large candles burning around the bed, each placed atop a large stand. A little light escaped from under the shut door of Sara’s bathroom.
“Very Anne Rice,” he said. “Where’s the rest of your bedroom furniture?”
“I redecorated.” Sara laughed through the bathroom door.
“Is this more stuff for your occult class? The candles smell great.”
“It is, and I need it for some homework for that class. I need your help, as well..”
“Well let’s do the damn thing. We can be done here and downtown in two hours, tops. All that booze won’t drink itself.”
Seraph waited in silence. The candles smelled wonderful, heady and musky. He approached one and took in a full breath. Tension poured out of him like water from a tipped glass. His mind buzzed pleasurably. He was going to have to buy one of these for his place.
The bathroom light turned off and for a moment there was silence. Seraph opened his mouth to speak and closed it again. He had never taken any of her religious studies or occult courses, and wouldn’t be much help. Questions filled his mind and he didn’t know which one to ask first. He shut the door behind himself and took a few steps into the room before the bathroom door opened.
The candlelight danced across Sara as she stepped into her room. She was wearing black lingerie, stockings, and heels. Her makeup was dark and full around her eyes, which made her emerald irises burn brighter as they reflected the dim candlelight. Her hair hung straight, with half of it in front of her shoulders and half of it behind. Her panties were lace, and were fastened by two burning-red bows, one at each hip that held the front and back sections to each other.
“I could have helped you move the furniture, you know,” Seraph joked. His attempt at levity elicited no laughter.
“Will you help me? Ms. Talia…” Sara trailed off.
“Your professor?” Seraph forced a laugh. “What does she –” he stopped short. He could feel himself lengthening a bit, filling up his boxer-briefs, and had trouble keeping a thought in his head. His dry spell was doing his mind no favors as he drank in the sight of his friend. He had to decide if he was in or out. Seraph was struggling to think. It wasn’t just the blood traveling further south, he decided. Something else was going on. “You look amazing. This will change things, though, if we do this.”
Sara took in a deep breath and stretched, seeming to steel herself. When she finished her long, languid stretch she fixed Seraph with a predatory look, akin to the one she had fixed him within class earlier. Her eyes they looked different from the typical emerald, intelligent orbs Seraph was used to seeing. She looked aggressive, and hungry.
Sara stepped slowly over to him, her eyes fixed on his like a snake’s on its prey. She was a pace away. “Did you come here willingly? You have to do this willingly.”
“Weird intro,” Seraph noted. “Of course I did. I would do anything for you.” Seraph took a deep breath and let the smell of the candles delved into him further. As he drew a full breath he felt the fuzziness in his head intensify. He felt himself grow more aroused. “What are these candles? These aren’t normal.”
He went to her, unable to stop himself. “Wait, aren’t people meeting us here in an hour?”
“Nobody else is coming. I just wanted you,” Sara said, reaching up and wrapping her hand around Seraph’s neck. She let her fingers slide up until she was playing with the hair on the back of his head. “I noticed how you were looking at me today.”
Women always knew when they were being checked out. Or maybe I just stare like a creeper, Seraph chastised himself. “I tried not to. It’s just –”
“I’ve wanted you since we were in middle school.” The fingers of her right hand continued to work at his hair and she placed her left on his chest. She began to slide it slowly down. “Why haven’t you ever made a move on me? I would have said yes.”
“You were broken for a long time. You’ve always been beautiful to me, but pouncing on you when you were crushed felt like a betrayal of your trust.” Seraph was surprised with his own lack of tact. He was always truthful with Sara, but not brutally so. They didn’t often talk about how bad Sara’s headspace had been, and when they did it was just as a reference point for how healthy she was now.
“I’m not broken anymore, and you’re not with Leona. It’s just us two, healthy-headed grownups,” she teased. Her hand stopped its slide on his belt. He was wearing slacks with a micro houndstooth pattern in black and grey. They were tight over his quads and bulged out just a bit as they lay over his member, which he pretended not to notice. He wore a light blue V-neck with short sleeves that he filled out nicely.
Sara wrapped her fingers around his belt buckle, tugging just a bit at its clasp. “Assuming you’re onboard, of course. Will you give your body to me? Maybe as a birthday present?”
Sara had always been the brightest student in their class, so she was always a bit wordy. Despite her odd phrasing, Seraph made up his mind. He valued his friendship with Sara, but couldn’t say no. Maybe it would work out wonderfully, the part of his brain that was fuzzy and horny whispered to him. A thought came unbidden to his mind, like a whisper in his ear, do what she wants, and give her what she wants. It was a woman’s voice that he had never heard before, powerful and seductive. Seraph recoiled from the words in his mind that were not his own, but couldn’t pull his eyes off of Sara.
He leaned down and kissed her, and was surprised at how quickly Sara’s hand slid from his belt to his member. Definitely more aggressive than he imagined Sara would be. She gripped him through his pants, and pressed herself against him. Something in Seraph tried to pull back, to tell him that Sara was not acting herself and to wait a bit longer, to ask more questions. His lips almost left hers but her hand that had been playing with his hair was of a sudden gripping his neck and holding him tightly.
Let this happen, the voice whispered. She wants you so badly. Be more than her friend, now. Be what she wants. Sara’s taste filled his head, and after a short moment, Seraph stopped resisting, all thought of restraint leaving his mind. Sara moaned a pleased sound as he surrendered, and her grip on his neck relaxed. She worked his cock free and his pants down. Seraph was shortly naked, and Sara broke their embrace.
“Good boy,” she praised, resettling one hand around his cock and one on his chest. She pushed him toward the bed, working up and down along his length and she slowly walked him back. “Sit.”
She was talking to him like Leona used to, completely taking charge. Seraph loved it.
Seraph, now too docile from her kiss and from whatever humor was fuzzing his brain to resist, let himself be steered by his dick like it was a joystick. He stepped slowly back until the back of his knees folded onto the bed and he sat. She shouldn’t be talking to him like a dog. This wasn’t the Sara he knew. The tranquilized part of his mind tried to push through the fog, but Sara gave him no time to recover. She pushed him back until he was fully on the bed and straddled him for just a moment, her raven hair moving past across his face as she cleared it away to continue her kiss.
She pressed him down against the bed, laying him flat without letting her lips leave his. Their tongues played across each other for a time before she broke the kiss slowly, biting and pulling on his bottom lip as she rose. She sat atop Seraph with his engorged cock between her legs. She pulled it flat against her panties and stomach to eye its length, both of them seeing that it would go to nearly her navel. She took her eyes from his member and fixed Seraph in her gaze as she began again to slowly work her hand up his length and back down, pausing at the top to smear her palm with his slickness before working his precum over his shaft. She arched an eyebrow.
“I know why she was so jealous. She was right to be,” Sara said.
“Who? Leona?”
“It was on your birthday, six months ago,” she continued without answering. “I came over to surprise you with lunch, since I knew she was taking you out for dinner. I didn’t knock, and I didn’t announce myself when I went to your room. Do you know what I saw?”
“The door was open,” Seraph remembered. Sara was supposed to be gone all day.
“I saw this,” Sara continued, sliding her hand slowly off the top of Seraph’s cock, allowing it to fall and to slap against his stomach. “Grinding into my little step-sis. You had her on her back, and I think you two had just gotten started because her bra was still on. Do you remember?” She gathered him back up and continued to slowly stroke, leaning closer to Seraph, her lips getting close to his.
He remembered. “She climbed on top of me, and pulled my face into her tits.”
“Mmhmm,” Sara agreed. “She saw me, and climbed on top of you. Her blonde ringlets bounced on her shoulders as she bounced on your cock, and she never took her eyes off of me. She wanted to claim you in front of me. Honestly, I didn’t realize until then how badly I wanted you. I just thought my little crush had returned when we started working out together, but when jealousy consumed me in that moment I knew it was more.”
Sex with Leona was usually athletic, and the two of them typically switched positions often. But Seraph remembered his birthday, and remembered that Leona had held him against her tits and ridden him to a loud, simultaneous orgasm. She had held him after and kissed him deeply, whispering love to him. Leona had said-
“I can’t wait to see your load slide down your throat,” Sara said, completing Seraph’s thoughts. “She looked me right in my eyes and said that as she pushed herself back down on you.”
“I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have let her hurt you like that. I didn’t know. Why didn’t you leave?” Seraph stammered his response, the syllables tumbling over each other. He was so embarrassed that Sara had found out about his submissiveness. He could feel his face flush.
“I couldn’t leave. I was shocked by how wet I was getting, and I liked watching you with her. I did leave when you finally filled her. I went right to my car and headed to Talia’s. We were going to meet later that week, but I asked to come over right then. She heard my tears and told me to come to her. She taught me how to take you.”
“Professor Fat Booty?” It was a running joke between them, a nickname they have given her occult studies professor after Seraph had met her and seen her walk away. Seraph craned his neck upwards to kiss Sara, but she pulled away. “Well, she gave you some good tips.” His joke fell flat again.
Sara kissed him deeply, her hand never stopping. She came up for air after a long moment and straightened herself atop him. She took a breath, gathering herself. “You’re big,” she said through a giggle, a lock of her hair falling in front of her face. “I can’t take it from you, Seraph, you have to give it to me,” she said, stroking still. “Will you give it to me?”
Give it to her. Let the pleasure take you. Seraph shook his head a little, trying to dislodge the little voice. Seraph didn’t follow, but couldn’t fight through his confusion and the mind numbing sensation of her lace panties and her precum-slicked hand moving over his cock. “Give it to you?” He slurred dumbly. He was usually good with women, some part of Seraph criticized himself. Or, at least not this bad.
“Your body. Didn’t you say you would give it to me?” Sara continued sweetly, smiling coquettishly as she began to work at one of the two blood-red bows that kept her panties together. She seductively began to pull at one of the bowties, inching her hand out until it was nearly unfastened.
Her gaze pushed even deeper into Seraph’s, and he felt something pulling at him from behind Sara’s eyes. “I’m here,” he said. What else did she want? “How?” He couldn’t keep on a train of thought long enough to ask her what she wanted properly.
Sara flicked her wrist and finished unfastening one bow. Half of the front of her panties fell limply, almost exposing her. Only the thin lace of her panties separated their sex, and they were half undone. Sara took his cock with her other hand and moved to begin pulling at the panty’s other bow. She applied no pressure but played with the lace tie for a moment. Seraph moved his eyes from hers briefly to his member, and to the large dollop of precum shining in the candlelight atop it. She ran her index finger along the top of his cock, wiping all of his juice onto it, and carefully applied it to her lips.
“You have to offer it to me, my love. I need your permission, and I need your will.” Sara ground forward a bit, revealing a fraction of an inch more of her. Seraph bucked once beneath her, softly, in acquiescence. He was burning up. His desire was pushing all thought from his head, and the scent of Sara’s room was filling the vacant space, making it impossible to gather his thoughts. Sara chuckled lowly, and gave him a pitying look, forgiving him his apparent ignorance.
“Not like that. Offer them to me, or I can’t take them. Don’t you care for me? Don’t you want me to be happy? Don’t you want…” she trailed off, pulling the other bow until it was undone. Her panties fell free, the black lace pooling between them just enough to obscure her clit. She had him, they both knew.
“I’ll give them to you. Anything for you, to have you,” Seraph pleaded, bucking softly again. He wasn’t quite sure what he was offering, but he was completely under her spell.
Sara pulled at the front of her panties, working them under her and dragging the lace softly across her clit and across Seraph’s sex, making sure to run the fabric across his glans. He released a moan‑whimper of desire that he had never heard from himself before. “What will you give me?” She said, her voice less of a whisper, more forceful.
Your body, the foreign voice in his head purred. “My body,” he repeated.
“And?” Sara drew herself up a bit, Seraph’s cockhead tracing from just below her navel to just below her sweetness. She was an inch above him, ready to take him in.
Your will, my sweet, the voice continued. “Will? My will.” He said, affirming it in his mind.
“Do it, then.” Sara began to work at her own ample wetness with a hand, still holding Seraph at attention with her other one. Her panties lay atop his chest.
“I offer my body to you, and my will.”
“Freely?”
“I offer my body to you freely. I offer my will to you freely,” Seraph heard himself say, half-mad with lust.
Sara slowly lowered herself onto him, her eyes fixed on his the whole time. The force that had been pulling at his consciousness had him fully now, and he couldn’t shake its grip. He broke his gaze from her eyes long enough to watch the first few inches of himself disappear into Sara. The pleasure was immense, and for a moment he felt he would erupt.
The woman’s voice in Seraph’s mind let out a long moan of release, a sound that might get pressed out of someone during a particularly good massage. You’ll be perfect. So young, and so strong. Seraph took almost no notice of the voice, but did notice a growing sense of distance. Like the speaker was retreating or leaving the room. Most of his attention was focused on his burgeoning orgasm. He usually lasted much longer, but something about Sara’s newly aggressive nature and the sensation of being inside of her was too pleasurable to resist.
“Not yet,” Sara said as she began to rise and fall atop him. An order.
Seraph’s pleasure did not subside, but he did not orgasm. The pleasure continued to build with no outlet as she rode him, an overfull dam that would not spill. Sara leaned in and kissed him fully, and then pulled away and gave his lips a full, wet lick. Seraph moved his hands from her full breasts to her ass as the intense need to orgasm pulled strength from him, localizing all his power in his sack. He felt his limbs growing heavy and wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep them up.
“Good boy,” she reaffirmed. “Good boy.” She worked her heels off and began to ride him faster.
The pull of pleasure continued to spread, first plumbing to the bottom of Seraph’s sex and then past it. The pull spread through him, and pushed deeper into him. It rooted more fully in him with every pump and grind of Sara’s hips, the trimmed patch of hair that decorated her sex moving in rhythm with his increasing pleasure. He was so hard that it hurt. His dick was clenched so hard that Seraph wasn’t sure he would be able to cum past the pressure, yet still, the pleasure went deeper into him. It reached his mind and filled his head with a white euphoria, spreading slowly through his consciousness and thoughts, overriding them all with pleasure. It burned perfection in him for a time and forced his mouth open in a gasp. He pulled in air and tried to ride the pleasure as it reached the most central part of him, the thing that animated him and motivated his mind. The pleasure began to grip its tendrils around his core. It felt like his consciousness was drowning in a sea of eroticism. He was swimming for the surface as hard as he could but being buffeted back down by every wave of Sara’s sex.
He was confused and frightened, and worry spread across his face. He pushed back, fighting the pleasure. He fought like a cornered animal, straining with all his will at the pleasure. He was so sedated by lust and pleasure that all he could do was buck a bit harder than he had been, bouncing Sara atop him.
Sara stopped and let out a high moan. She giggled. “Oh, my Seraph. That’s it.” She leaned in, putting both hands on his chest as she readied her hips. “Fight it. Fight like you can win.”
She stopped making love to him, and started fucking. She brought herself up until Seraph’s cock almost slipped free of her and slapped her mound against him, driving the hot pleasure further into his soul. He resisted it, but every time her sex enveloped him it created another surge of pleasure, more waves pushing him further down. They both knew that he would drown inside of her. She laughed a bit as a pleased smile took her small features. Whatever she wanted, Sara would have.
Panic and adrenaline pushed some strength into Seraph’s limbs, and he slid his hands up to her waist, causing a brief look of surprise to dart across Sara’s face. Her devilish grin resettled as she took his hands in her own and moved them to her breasts. He pushed some of the mind-fog aside, enough to fight. He sat up, using every ounce of strength he had, until they were both upright, face to face. He opened his mouth to argue with her, to yell her off of him, to find out what the hell was going on, but before he could get a word out Sara had her lips pressed to his. Her tongue worked against his, melting away his will to resist. Before his will was completely eroded by the pleasure, he pulled Sara over, and was shortly atop her. He clutched her wrists and began to fuck her as hard as he could, pinning Sara and penetrating her. Sara’s back arched as her mouth went wide with pleasure and surprise. Seraph was insane with pleasure, but his efforts were having the desired result. He could fell the tendrils began to loosen as he fucked his way free, to fall away from the core of him.
“So strong,” she said encouragingly, the way an owner praised a dog working on a new trick. She worked one of her wrists out of Seraph’s grip, and then she took his hand and placed it on her mound. Instinctively, he began to work her clit with his thumb. “We will finish together, and we both must drink of us,” Sara said cryptically through labored breath. She was struggling to not cum, he thought.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began thrusting back at him in rhythm, the bed shaking with every impact of their meeting. For a time they were matched, and the pleasure in Seraph was held steady, still maddeningly intense but away from what he felt was his soul. Gradually though, her stamina began to outlast his own, and the tide shifted back against Seraph. The pleasure inched deeper, and they both felt it. Sara bit her bottom lip.
Seraph didn’t understand. He felt the mind-fog returning, but knew that the fog wasn’t the reason why. His wits began to slacken, his burst of strength waning. A soft, high whine escaped his lips as the pleasure pushed over the last of his resistance and began to coil fully around the most core parts of him. She nearly had him totally, Seraph knew. He had just enough strength left to plead with her.
“Why?” he said, begging. “That’s –” he cut off, trying to describe what Sara was grabbing ahold of within him. “That’s me, Sara.” His eyes bulged with the pleasure, and then slammed tightly shut. He was overwhelmed in a way he had never been before.
“Please.” He begged through the pleasure-pain of his too full cock.
Sara let out a long, low moan. She smiled broadly and bit her bottom lip again. She leaned up and purred in his ear, “I love this part.” She paused between words, holding her orgasm. “Slower, pet,” she said softly, and Seraph’s hips slowed. Sara began running her hands over Seraph’s defined shoulders, down his chest and abs, and back up – appraising her new possession.
“I can’t take it,” she said playfully, and slipped two fingers into her mouth. She sawed them into her mouth and out a few times before moving her wetted fingers just outside Seraph’s ass. He had never had anything inside of him before, but he couldn’t fight her. She applied steady pressure to his hole as he pumped slowly atop her. Her fingers made the tiniest bit of progress into him.
“You have to say it, baby, she has to hear you.” Sara clutched him with her legs and pressed harder, one finger slipping inside him. The other joined it a few pumps later, prompting a gasp from Seraph.
Sara’s will slipped over, around and through the deepest parts of Seraph like a strangler fig does a host tree. She had won. Seraph had no fight, and the voice in his mind that had receded earlier returned, speaking through him. “I offer my body to you freely. I offer my will to you freely. We will finish together, and we will drink of us. I am yours.”
Sara parted her lips and teasingly pushed her tongue around them. She began to speak and stopped, tormenting Seraph. He needed her permission to cum. He begged with his eyes, another wordless plea escaping him as Sara’s pleasure set every part of him aflame in agony-ecstasy. Sara pushed her fingers deeper into Seraph and locked her legs around him, tightly pulling him near. The slightly course texture of her nylons contrasted with the heavenly softness of her sex.
Sara pulled his ear to her lips. “Give it all to me,” she said sweetly through her own labored breath, and she began to cum. Seraph filled her as she quivered beneath him. The pleasure drained slowly out of him, releasing first from his cock in an incredibly intense orgasm. The sensation was amplified by any motion into Sara so he froze for a moment.
“Continue, my sweet,” Sara urged, looking up at him lovingly, and his hips resumed, though Seraph fought them. He closed his eyes tightly against the pleasure and continued to give. Sara’s hips worked back against him as she came, and she cooed, “Give me everything, my Seraph. Give me what is mine. Nothing is yours. Give me everything.”
Soon the pleasure wasn’t draining from his sex, but was coming from the deeper parts of him that Sara had entwined herself with. As he gave, she pulled, like a rope of his core that he was feeding as she was gathering. Seraph looked back and saw Sara’s fingers still working him, pumping all of him into her. Her locked ankles kept him thrusting and grinding, and he was transfixed by their rhythm. He would have continued to watch but she pulled his head back around. Her eyes took him again, only now they were smiling out from flushed cheeks. She bit her lip again and writhed, then opened her mouth and let a squeal of joy out as she began to cum again. After minutes, the pleasure began pulling out of him from his deepest parts, the part Seraph thought could be his soul. His ecstasy rose sharply in intensity. It was so intense that he slammed his eyes shut against it, breaking Sara’s hungry gaze.
“Open, my pet. Let me see you,” Sara said in a whisper.
Seraph’s eyes reopened. They were watering from the strain. He pulled against her, trying to keep her from taking the last parts of him. “Please,” he said again – his last plea.
She squeezed her legs hard around him and pushed her fingers deeper. Seraph gave, and she took everything but the very last parts of him. She allowed those last bits of him to teeter on the very brink of his control, savoring the struggle and her victory before taking them into her. They both shook a bit as their orgasms ended. Their eyes were still locked.
”Breaking you was a joy.” Sara’s eyes flashed electric emerald. She shimmied out from under him, snaking back until she was nearly at the headboard. Seraph was frozen in place, shocked and hollowed by her spell. A bit of seed tried to spill out of her slit, but Sara cupped herself and held all of Seraph in her.
“Remember the one before Leona? Amber?” Sara worked her clit while keeping herself closed, making sure none of Seraph spilled out of her. Her other hand writhed on her breast, pinching her nipple before sprawling out and massaging the full mound.
Seraph couldn’t speak; he was reeling at what had just happened. He was still on all fours, his face hovering over her sweatslick thighs and full vagina. He had just released the most voluminous ejaculation of his life, but the shock of his orgasm wasn’t what kept him in place. He couldn’t will himself to move off of the bed – to flee. His body was no longer his own. He was shortly transfixed by Sara’s creamed fingers working her clitoris inches from his face. The haze resettled over his mind a bit.
“She knew I liked you, even then. She could see it,” Sara said. “We were the only one’s who couldn’t see our love, I guess.”
She took one hand from her breast and brought it to her mound for a moment, scooping two fingers of Seraph out of herself. She brought her fingers into her mouth delicately, licking the ends of them for a moment before sucking their length. “So she would tell me the intimate details of your relationship. She would act like she wanted my advice about some aspect of your time together, but she was really talking to me to rub your love for her in my face. Do you know what she used to talk about the most?”
“What did you do to me?” Seraph said, straining now to move away. He strained until he shook, but his body would not budge. “Why can’t I move. Why do I feel so hollow?”
“She used to talk about your tongue. She used to talk about how good you were with it, and about how you would go down on her after class. I want that Seraph, my pet.” Sara quirked a smile and lifted an eyebrow. “Eat me now, just as you used to do Amber, and Leona after her. Drink of us.”
Seraph inched down to her full pussy. He pulled against his body, but it moved of Sara’s volition now, not his. He had promised to drink of them, and he did. Sara moved her hand just as his nose contacted it and his mouth was quickly on her clit, sucking and licking steadily. Sara urged him not to spill any, so Seraph ran his tongue from the bottom of her sex to the top, taking as much of their creamy ambrosia from her as he could. He had filled her to overbrimming, and their love poured out of her in a rivulet. His mind reeled, but he couldn’t keep himself from hardening again. Seraph willed himself to stop but was unable to, and he was so turned on that he wasn’t sure if it was Sara’s will or his own libido that motivated him as his mouth slowly became full. Sara worked her fingers into his hair and took a firm grip, pulling him up so she could see his face and throat fully.
“Swallow.” He did. Sara watched his throat undulate, carrying their passion into his chiseled stomach. She took immense pleasure from his submission, and her smile vanished. She bit her bottom lip. “Continue. Don’t stop until I’m clean. Pump yourself, if you like.”
Sara leaned her head back and stuffed Seraph’s head into her sex. She worked her hips on his face as he licked and sucked, smearing Seraph’s face with their cream. “You’re as good as Amber promised,” Sara laughed. His firm tongue was working her clit as he sucked on it, not breaking suction for minutes. Sara clamped her thighs around his head and crossed her ankles over his back, building for an orgasm.
Seraph’s erection screamed its need at him, and despite his horror at the situation, he began to slowly work his hand over it. He was surprised that he had become so fully erect so quickly after his immense ejaculation. He looked up and Sara and saw that she was peering down at him again with a satisfied look.
“Look how good we are together baby. Look at how your body wants this,” Sara said. She took one foot from his back and slid it down between his legs. Her French manicured toes just barely reached his cockhead, and she worked them leisurely back and forth across it as Seraph pumped his fist a bit faster. “Amber told me something else, my love. She told me you enjoyed it when she took control. She told me about the blindfolds and about the teasing. Do you enjoy being dominated sexually like this? Being completely possessed by me?”
Seraph fought his response for a short pause, but it leaked out of his throat regardless of his efforts. “I enjoy it.” Admission of his joy sparked the beginnings of an orgasm. It began to speak its urgency at the very back of his shaft as he began to strain his cock into her foot, smearing its head against her foot’s length.
Sara let her own pleasure crest and crushed his face into her vagina as she came. She pushed the last of Seraph’s cum out of her and into his mouth, and squealed pleasurably as he swallowed. As he took his seed, Sara’s toes brushed the length of him and Seraph’s came again. It was weaker than the first, just a few splashing ropes of seed followed by a few drops atop Sara’s toes. When it was clear he was spent she brought her covered toes up and wiggled them a few inches in front of Seraph’s face. To her delight, he cleaned them with his tongue.
Sara rose from the bed wearing just her nylons. “I didn’t tell you to clean that load, pet. You just had to drink the first one, since it had all of us in it.” Seraph blushed at her words, humiliated. “I appreciate you anticipating my pleasure, though. You’ll serve us well, I know.” She looked around the room. She noted the still burning candles.
“What’s in you,” Seraph asked. “Who is ‘we’?”
“Lay now. Rest.” Sara ordered in reply. Her words were hardly finished when Seraph fell into a deep sleep.