Fall to the pleasure

Jarred, now inhabiting Rachel’s body, took a step toward the locker room door, his—her—heart racing. The sound of footsteps grew louder in the hallway, and he couldn’t help the smirk that spread across Rachel’s face. Perfect, he thought. Let’s see how Nevyn handles this. But before he could twist the doorknob, a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist, yanking him backward.

He stumbled, crashing to the floor with a gasp. “What the—” he started, but his voice was cut off as Nevyn, still in Lila’s body, pinned him down. Hard. Jarred twisted beneath her, but Lila’s body—or rather, Nevyn’s control over it—was surprisingly strong. Damn it, he thought, how’s she this strong?

“Not so fast, Jarred,” Nevyn growled in Lila’s voice, his breath hot against Rachel’s—Jarred’s—ear. “You really think I’m going to let you humiliate me like this?”

Jarred thrashed, trying to break free. “Let me go, Nevyn!” he hissed, his voice strained. He tried to shout for help, but Nevyn’s hand clamped over Rachel’s mouth, muffling the sound. Panic surged through him as he clawed at Nevyn’s arm, but it was no use.

Then, something unexpected happened. In his struggle, Jarred’s hand brushed against Rachel’s bare chest, her nipple pebbling under his touch. A shock of pleasure shot through him, and a low moan escaped Rachel’s lips—his lips—before he could stop it.

Nevyn froze for a moment, then let out a dark chuckle. “Oh, interesting,” he purred, his voice dripping with mockery. “Looks like Rachel’s body is feeling a little sensitive, huh?”

Jarred’s face burned with humiliation. “Shut up,” he snapped, but his voice trembled.

Nevyn didn’t listen. Instead, he leaned in closer, his—Lila’s—lips brushing against Rachel’s ear. “Does it feel good?” he whispered, his tone teasing. “Let me help you out.”

Before Jarred could react, Nevyn’s hands were on Rachel’s chest, groping her breasts roughly. Jarred gasped, his body betraying him as another moan slipped out. He hated it—hated how good it felt, hated how Rachel’s body was reacting to this.

“Stop!” he demanded, but his voice lacked conviction.

“Why should I?” Nevyn taunted, squeezing harder. “You wanted to humiliate me, didn’t you? Well, how about I humiliate you instead? Let’s see how much of this you can take.”

Jarred’s breath quickened as Nevyn’s hands continued their ****. He tried to fight it, tried to push the pleasure away, but it was no use. Rachel’s body was responding, her skin flushed, her nipples hard and sensitive.

“You’re sick,” Jarred spat, but even to his own ears, it sounded weak.

Nevyn laughed, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Rachel’s spine. “Oh, come on, Jarred. You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good. Rachel’s body is perfect, isn’t it? Soft, supple, just begging to be touched.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Rachel’s neck. “You’re just jealous because you can’t have her like I can.”

Jarred’s eyes widened as Nevyn’s hands slid lower, down Rachel’s stomach and toward the waistband of her jeans. “What are you doing?” he demanded, panic creeping into his voice.

Nevyn smirked, his—Lila’s—eyes gleaming with mischief. “Just giving you a taste of what it’s like to be in Lila’s body,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “You possess my sister don't you? You remember, don’t you? How it felt when you were in her, how she responded to every touch, every caress. Well, now it’s your turn.”

Jarred’s breath hitched as Nevyn’s fingers slipped beneath Rachel’s jeans, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Stop it,” he pleaded, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

Nevyn ignored him, his fingers inching closer and closer to Rachel’s most intimate area. “Do you remember how her body felt when you was in her?” he murmured, his voice a seductive purr. “How wet she got, how she moaned your name? That's how I did to Lila yesterday. Must be the same as you too. Imagine how Rachel’s body feels now, with me inside her.”

Jarred’s mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—anger, humiliation, and, worst of all, arousal. He tried to fight it, tried to push the pleasure away, but it was no use. Rachel’s body was betraying him, responding to Nevyn’s touch in ways he couldn’t control.

Finally, Nevyn’s fingers found their target, teasing Rachel’s clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Jarred gasped, his body arching involuntarily as a wave of pleasure washed over him.

“Does it feel good?” Nevyn whispered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Come on, Jarred, admit it. You’re loving this. It's like in my sister but imagine this is your own sister.”

Jarred shook his head, his breath coming in shallow gasps. “No,” he lied, but his voice was trembling.

Nevyn chuckled darkly, increasing the pressure of his touch. “Really? Then why are you moaning like that? Why are you so wet?”

Jarred’s face burned with shame, but he couldn’t deny the truth. Rachel’s body was responding, her pussy slick with arousal, her hips rocking against Nevyn’s fingers.

“You’re a monster,” he whispered, but even to his own ears, it sounded half-hearted.

Nevyn smirked, his fingers moving faster now, driving Rachel’s body closer and closer to the edge. “You wanted to humiliate me, Jarred,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “But now it’s you who’s humiliated, isn’t it? You’re at my mercy, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Jarred’s mind was a blur of pleasure and shame, his body betraying him in every way possible. He tried to fight it, tried to hold back, but it was no use. With a cry of surrender, he came, Rachel’s body convulsing with waves of ecstasy.

Nevyn laughed, a harsh, triumphant sound that cut through the room. “Pathetic,” he sneered, pulling his fingers away. “You couldn’t even last a minute. Guess Rachel’s body is just as weak as you are. Now wonder she never wants to have sex with me.”

Jarred panted, his mind struggling to process what had just happened. He wanted to lash out, to hurt Nevyn the way he’d been hurt, but he couldn’t. He was spent, humiliated, and utterly defeated.