Clemente's mental defenses are strong but the same isn't true for Talia

THE BREAKING OF WILL

Clemente's fingers dug into Talia's wide hips hard enough to bruise, the young man's breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought against the tidal wave of lust threatening to drown him.

"Fuck her."

Vasudeva's hypnotic command echoed in his skull like a struck gong, reverberating through every nerve ending. His cock throbbed, painfully hard, pressed against the slick heat of Talia's cunt.

No.

He gritted his teeth, his mind clawing for purchase against the hypnotic fog. He had trained for this—years of meditation, of mental discipline under his father's old mystic friend. The rich heir knew the tricks, the patterns, the way suggestion slithered into the subconscious.

But Talia—

Talia had no such defenses.

"F-Fuck me!! I need it so bad!"

Her storm-grey eyes were glazed, her full lips parted, a thin string of saliva connecting her mouth to Clemente's cock as she panted. Her long fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking him with slow, obscene twists of her wrist.

"You are so big," she slurred, her Russian accent thicker with arousal. "Much bigger than your dad."

Clemente flinched.

"S-Shit..."

Vasudeva's fingers tightened on his shoulders, his low tenor charged with corrupt charisma. "Resistance is pointless, Clemente."

Talia's tongue flicked out, lapping at the head of his cock, the pale beauty's lashes fluttering. "O-Ohmygod," she moaned, her luscious red lips wrapping around him, sucking just the tip, "such a thick, creamy load... You must have been soo-*Smooch!!*-o backed up." Her free hand cupped his balls, weighing them, her fingers kneading the heavy sac. "What a shame you are too-*hmmm!!*- much of a cow-*Ah!!*-ard to creampie my pussy. Still afraid of daddy?"

Clemente's hips jerked forward of their own accord, the young man's throbbing cock sliding deeper into her mouth.

Fuck.

Talia giggled, the sound vibrating around him, her throat working as she took him deeper, the slender vixen's nose pressing into his pelvis.

*Shluck*

*Shluck!*

*Shluck*

Her other hand slid between her own thighs, her fingers plunging into her soaked cunt with wet, squelching noises.

Vasudeva's breath ghosted over Clemente's ear. "She's yours now. Take her."

Clemente's vision whited out for a second, his body moving without his permission. His hands fisted in Talia's raven hair, yanking her head back, his cock slapping against her tongue before he shoved back in, fucking the Russian beauty's mouth in short, brutal thrusts.

*Glock!*

*Glock*

*Glock!!*

Talia gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn't pull away. The pale beauty's lithe fingers worked faster between her legs, her wide hips rolling in synch with the young man's thrusts, her tight pussy clenching around nothing.

"Your balls," she gasped when he pulled back, her luscious red lips swollen, spit-slick, "are so he-*Ahh!!*-avy, Clemente..." The little cumslut's storm-grey eyes locked onto his, suddenly sharp, calculating beneath the haze of lust. "If you gi-*Shlup!*-ve me a place on the tru-*hmmm!!*-stees' board," she purred, her tongue flicking over his slit, "I'll keep you... nice and dra-*smooch!*-ined."

Clemente stilled.

"H-Holy shit..."

The audacity.

The manipulation.

Even under hypnosis, even with her mind half-unspooled by Vasudeva's influence, Talia was bargaining.

Vasudeva laughed, low and dark, his fingers trailing down Clemente's spine. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

Clemente's jaw clenched.

Talia's smirk was vicious.

Then she swallowed him whole.