Tags include Femdom, Cuckqueaning, Step-incest, and Lingerie.
There are some supernatural elements in this story but nobody with wings or tentacles or anything else nonhuman in appearance.
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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. He had accidentally developed healthy habits when his best friend had lost a parent in an attempt to keep her stable and afloat. 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.
