Sarah brings a friend. Seraph's degradation continues. Most of the same themes from part 1 continue.
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Seraph woke to the sounds of slow passion. He blinked away his sleep and propped himself up on his elbows. He was still on Sara's bed, still surrounded by the candles, and still confused. He saw Sara, his childhood friend, engaged in a long kiss and full embrace with a woman he had seen before. Sara was wearing boyshorts, a small tanktop, and no shoes.
The other woman wore brown cork wedges that left her toes exposed and a long jacket that covered the rest of her attire. Her hair was a chestnut tumble that fell to her shoulders. She was shorter than Sara even in her heels, with bronzed skin and polished red nails. The nails played over Sara's cheek and lips as she stroked her face between kisses. They heard him rustle awake and turned from each other to him.
"How long was I asleep?" Seraph asked reflexively.
"Well he's a tasty one. I can see why you liked him," the new woman said to Sara. Her dark eyes fixed onto Seraph's. She took slow, rocking steps over to the bed, her hips swaying hypnotically beneath her jacket as she approached.
She was as gorgeous as Sara, but in a different way. Sara's features were delicate and her body was pert. This woman had a thicker body, with powerful thighs and larger, fuller breasts. Her features were fuller too. Her lips were plump, her nose was strong, and her gaze was intense. Seraph guessed she was a few inches past five feet tall, a full foot shorter than him. She began to work at the buckle that held her jacket closed, her eyes never leaving his.
"Professor Fat Booty?" Seraph puzzled. He tried to spring awake, to get to his feet, but found his actions sluggish and weak. Something was tranquilizing him. "What did you do to me, Sara? Why is she here?" With effort, he struggled out of bed and got his balance. His mind felt sharp, but his body was weak.
"How adorable," the new woman cut in. "You still let him call you by your first name?"
She finished with her buckle and shrugged her jacket off, revealing a transparent nightie that stopped just below her hips, framing her hourglass figure. She wore barely opaque white panties with a matching bra that her breasts were straining against. She turned her back to him and kissed Sara again, allowing her tongue to drag over Sara's lips slowly.
Seraph was transfixed by her legs and ass for a moment. This woman never missed legs day, and her ass might have been the best that Seraph had ever seen. Two tanned, muscled globes bubbled out from atop her shapely legs. The slinky white panties she wore disappeared between her cheeks before reemerging below them, cradling and showcasing her plump mound. Seraph felt himself start to rise in spite of his apprehension.
"Address me as Mistress Talia, henceforth. I taught your friend Sara all her new tricks."
Talia turned away and bent down slowly, giving Seraph a prolonged view of her ass. She came back up holding one of the red ribbons that had held Sara's panties together and approached the bed. She whispered to the ribbon briefly and ran her fingers along its length. Symbols appeared and disappeared along the length of the ribbon as Talia spoke to it, characters in a language that Seraph could not identify.
She approached him slowly, her predatory stare never wavering, wedges lightly clicking on the floor with each step. With a single motion, she shoved him back onto the bed. She crawled between his legs and took his rising cock in her hand. Seraph tried to scoot away, but only made it a few feet before she gripped his length firmly and fixed him in place with a glance. Once he submitted, she tied the ribbon snugly around the base of his shaft and sack. Talia crawled a little further up the bed, bringing her face a few inches from his cock. She was lying flat, with her ankles crossed in the air behind her, giving Seraph a view of her tanned ass that his fear couldn't keep him from soaking in. The heels of her wedges clicked together as her feet playfully rubbed against one another.
"You're wondering what she did to you? And why she did it?"
"I am." Seraph watched his cock grow and widen, eclipsing much of Talia's pretty face.
"Well, the one who taught me all of my tricks has been gone for some time, and I miss her." Talia placed her tongue at the very base of his cock and began to slowly drag it north.
Despite himself, Seraph groaned in pleasure. He looked to Sara, who was still standing a few steps from the bed. She had been his best friend and his closest confidant for over a decade. What had she done to him? She caught his eye and looked away for a moment before looking back to him. She bit her bottom lip and slipped a hand down her boyshorts. The aggressive hunger that had permeated her eyes earlier was gone, replaced by insecurity and self-doubt. Seraph could see her fingers working as she watched Talia coat his cock with her tongue. A whimper escaped her lips, drawing Talia's attention.
"Oh, my sweet girl. Come, now. I gift wrapped it for you, even." Talia said, thumbing the bow she had tied around Seraph's length. She turned back to Seraph. "How rude of me. She did all the work of breaking you, and here I am enjoying the fruits of her efforts. You're her first, you know?" Talia placed a sweet kiss on his glans. "She came to me crying, saying she would do anything to have you."
Unlike the night prior, Seraph had full control of his faculties. He pulled back as far as Talia's grip on his cock would allow and sat up. "What did you do to her? What did she do to me?" He put his hand on Talia's wrist, stopping her. He was seventy pounds heavier than her, he thought, and even in his weakened state he figured he stood a fair chance of overpowering her.
"I took her the same way she took you, my sweet. Though I imagine it took a bit more coaxing from me to get to the first kiss than it took for Sara. I mean, just look at her." Seraph did just that. He watched as Sara folded one knee over the other and shook a bit. She was getting close. "Come here, I can't have you coming on your own," Talia said, beckoning Sara with a firmer voice than she had earlier. Sara hurriedly came to the bed and lied beside Talia. Her longer, slimmer body was a pale relief to the tanned sexpot beside her.
"For my friend to come back to this plane we need to fill a vessel with the will of both sexes. Sara has yours but I have hers, so we'll need to do some more swapping, you lucky boy," Talia said, starting her tongue on Seraph's cock again. "You get to have us both, and then I'll get to have you both." She pulled away for a moment and slipped her fingers through Sara's long, dark hair. Talia clutched Sara's hair firmly and crushed their mouths together, their tongues slipping visibly around each other for a moment as they pulled apart. "Don't you want that?"
Seraph almost responded affirmatively, but caught himself. "You need me to consent willingly." Not a question.
Talia crept her face close to his cock again, bringing Sara with her. "I do," she purred, lightning behind her dark eyes. "I need your consent to transfer your will, even though it is not presently your own, you clever toy."
Sara's green eyes were full of uncertainty, fear, and apology in stark contrast to the hunger and lust that filled the darker set just beside them. Whatever had been possessing Sara when she took his will was gone now. Seraph's cock stood enormous between their faces, which were fractions of an inch from it. Sara and Talia looked from him back to his cock, their mouths and heads moving around it like a meal they were unsure how to take the first bite of, no longer making any contact. Talia began sliding her hands over Seraph's abs, caressing each ridge of them slowly. Her palms found his V line, where his abs met his obliques, and her fingers began to slowly trace downward, her red nails working slowly towards his length.
"You let Sara go, and I'm in," Seraph said. He was proud of his fortitude.
Talia looked surprised for a moment, but quickly regained her self and slid both hands onto Seraph's cock, one atop the other. He had length to spare, and his glans emerged from atop her double fisted grip. "You consent, and when my friend comes back I'll release Sara's will." She arched an eyebrow in question before smiling seductively. "And I'll let you finish wherever you want." She arched her back a bit, elevating her ass more prominently into Seraph's view.
He swallowed. "And we'll be free? Free for how long?" Seraph looked from Sara to Talia's ass and back again. She worked one thumb over his frenulum while her other hand slowly stroked him.
"I won't have control of your wills after tonight, if you fuck me properly," Talia assured him. "Sara says that you're up for the task, but bear in mind that you'll need to make Sara come hard so I can pull your will out of her and into myself. You'll also have to drink of us, same as you did when she took you. Sara said you enjoyed that part. It's my favorite, too."
Talia took a finger and wiped a fat bead of Seraph's pre from the tip of his cock. She sensually pressed her finger into his mouth, working it in and out a few times, spreading his cream thinly over his tongue. She followed her finger with her lips and kissed Seraph, pinning his cock between them. She writhed against him as her tongue found his, the smooth skin of her thigh sliding against his frenulum and shaft. Her kisses weren't like Sara's. They held no love, only forceful lust. She smiled knowingly and slid back down him, making sure to drag his cock between her breasts as she went.
"How will it work? How do you take someone's will?" Seraph was burning under Talia's hands and her offers, but his mind was clear enough to worry over the details.
"It will work the same way it did for you two earlier. Someone offers, and someone receives." Talia took Sara by the hair and urged her mouth onto Seraph's cock. Sara let out a relieved moan as she took him deeply and slowly, dragging her tongue up the length of him. While Sara worked, Talia continued her seduction. "There are certain material lubricants that help the transfer, and we'll all need to produce our own and mix them together so your will can move from her to me."
"Lubricants?" Seraph couldn't pull his eyes from Sara as she slid her mouth and tongue around him, alternating between using just her tongue and taking him in her throat. His cock swelled against the ribbon Talia had tied around it, restricting the blood flow out of his engorged member. The pressure was becoming dully painful.
