Bathing Time Part 4 (R-18)

Adrian's mind was swirling, his senses overwhelmed as Seraphina's delicate fingers continued their tantalizing rhythm on his body.

The intimacy between them had deepened, but what struck him more was the unusual dynamic between Seraphina and Isabella.

Seraphina was undeniably powerful, confident, and independent—yet here she was, completely dominated by Isabella's presence and influence.

As Seraphina worked on him, her cheeks flushed with a growing intensity, Adrian could feel her increasing arousal.

The combination of her soft touches and Isabella's guiding voice created an intoxicating atmosphere.

Isabella smiled, her fingers trailing down Adrian's arm in a soothing manner as she began to speak, her voice gentle but carrying an unmistakable authority.

"Seraphina has always been strong-willed," Isabella began, her words soft but holding a deep significance, "but even from our younger days, she admired me. She used to follow me everywhere."

Her voice was layered with both fondness and a hint of melancholy, and Adrian could sense how deeply intertwined their relationship truly was.

Seraphina, focused on her task, didn't stop, but Adrian could see the subtle shift in her posture, the way her body responded to Isabella's words.

She nodded slightly, her fingers never faltering in their rhythm, a quiet acknowledgment of the truth.

"Back then," Isabella continued, "I didn't fully understand how deep her admiration went. But as we grew older, it became clear—Seraphina always saw me as her big sister, even though we weren't bound by blood. She followed me, trusted me, and respected me in ways I didn't expect."

Adrian glanced down at Seraphina, watching as her strokes grew more deliberate, her focus on him unwavering despite Isabella's words.

There was no shame in her expression, only devotion, and something deeper—something primal.

"But things changed after the soul fusion," Isabella added, her voice dropping to a more serious tone.

Adrian's gaze flicked back to her as she continued, "You know, a little about it don't you? After the fusion,since I was stronger than her, my soul became the main soul while her dying soul was recovering."

Seraphina's hand hesitated for just a moment at this revelation, but she quickly resumed her movements, her touch now laced with a growing lust.

Her breathing had quickened slightly, a clear sign that her own desire was steadily increasing. Adrian felt his body responding to her touch, but his mind was fixated on Isabella's explanation.

"The fusion didn't just bind us together in a physical sense," Isabella explained, her fingers now lightly caressing the back of Adrian's neck, sending shivers down his spine. "It created a bond that runs deeper than anything we could have imagined. My thoughts, my desires… they began to affect her. She started feeling things she shouldn't have felt—things that weren't her own."

Adrian's heart raced as Isabella's words sank in. The soul fusion had done more than just unite their powers. It had created a chain, one that bound Seraphina to Isabella's will and desires. It was a bond of control, something Seraphina hadn't asked for but couldn't escape.

"I became the dominant soul," Isabella continued, her voice tinged with regret. "And in some ways, Seraphina became… submissive to me. She started following my desires, my emotions. It wasn't just admiration anymore—it was something much more complex. She couldn't help it. It's like I had this invisible chain around her."

Adrian glanced down at Seraphina again, watching the subtle tension in her expression. She wasn't just aroused—she was battling something inside her.

Isabella's influence was undeniable, and Adrian realized that Seraphina's actions were driven by both her own desires and the remnants of Isabella's control over her.

"I never wanted that for her," Isabella whispered, her voice soft with a mixture of guilt and longing. "I tried to free her from it, but there's no solution. The fusion bound us too deeply. She's always felt my desires, my needs… and because of that, she's never been truly free."

Seraphina's strokes became more intense, her breath coming in quicker bursts as her arousal deepened.

Adrian could feel her body pressing against him more, her touch growing bolder with each passing moment. The heat in the room seemed to amplify as her own lust took over, her connection to Isabella feeding her desire.

"But I think," Isabella murmured, her lips now dangerously close to Adrian's ear, "you can be the one to override that. You can make her feel something stronger, something that's entirely her own."

Her voice was filled with an odd mixture of hope and seduction. "I hope that your emotions, your connection to her, will be strong enough to break that bond. To make her desire you more than anything she's ever felt from me."

Adrian's mind swirled with this newfound responsibility. Seraphina's growing lust was palpable, her hands now moving with a skill that surprised him.

Even though this was her first time touching him like this, there was an undeniable precision in her movements, a rhythm that felt almost too perfect.

Noticing his reaction, Isabella chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You're surprised, aren't you?" she teased, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along his back.

"She's never done this before, but she's learned from me. Our souls are still connected, after all. Every time I touched you, she felt it. She remembers everything."

Seraphina blushed, but her hand didn't stop. If anything, her movements became even more confident, her body now pressed closer to Adrian's as her own arousal surged.

"You've become quite skilled, haven't you, Seraphina?" Isabella teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "Not bad for your first time."

Seraphina's cheeks flushed deeper, her lips parting slightly as she continued stroking Adrian. There was a hunger in her eyes now, as her lust was added with the lust she felt from Isabella.

The tension in the room was thick, the steam curling around them like a cocoon of intimacy.

Adrian's breathing grew more ragged as the sensations built inside him. Seraphina's touch, combined with Isabella's teasing words, was pushing him to the edge.

His body responded instinctively, every nerve heightened by the intimate interplay between the two women.

Isabella, sensing how close he was, leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against his neck. "That's it, Adrian," she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. "Let yourself go. Show Seraphina how much you want her. Let her feel your desire."

Seraphina's strokes became even more intense, her body now fully pressed against his as her own breathing grew erratic.

Adrian could feel the tension in her muscles, the heat of her skin against his. Her lust had reached its peak, and there was no turning back.

With Isabella's guiding words in his ear and Seraphina's skilled hand stroking him, Adrian finally gave in.

With a grunt, he came all over Seraphina's hand and some of his semen flew and stuck to her stomach and her thighs.