Chapter 1: Midnight Passenger
Sebastian tossed in the unfamiliar guest bed, the sheets cool against his skin in Nick and Isabelle’s quiet house. Sleep had just begun to claim him when a sudden, dizzying pull yanked at his consciousness. His eyes snapped open—or so he thought—but the world was different. Softer. Curvier. He was no longer in his own body. He was... Isabelle.
Through her eyes, he saw the dimly lit bedroom, Nick’s familiar face contorted with anticipation. Sebastian’s mind recoiled, a silent scream echoing in the void of his borrowed form. 'What the hell is this?' he thought, but no one heard him. Isabelle was in control, her thoughts a sultry hum in his mind. 'God, I love how he looks at me,' she mused, her voice like honey as she knelt before Nick, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
'Oh, no. No way,' Sebastian protested internally, but he couldn’t escape. He felt everything—every brush of her tongue, every shiver down her spine as she teased Nick with expert precision. 'You’re enjoying this way too much,' Nick groaned, his voice thick with lust. Isabelle chuckled, low and throaty. 'And you’re not? I can feel how hard you are already.'
Sebastian wanted to retch, to wake up from this bizarre dream, but the sensations were overwhelming. The heat, the rhythm—it was intoxicating, seeping into his very being. Isabelle’s thoughts purred again. 'I love making him lose control.' And damn it, Sebastian felt it too—the thrill, the power. His disgust began to blur, replaced by a creeping, forbidden curiosity.
Then Isabelle shifted, straddling Nick with a predatory grace. 'Ready for me?' she taunted, her voice dripping with confidence. Nick grinned, hands gripping her hips. 'Always, babe.' As she lowered herself onto him, Sebastian felt the stretch, the heat, the raw intensity of her body enveloping Nick’s cock. A gasp escaped her lips—and his mind. 'Holy shit,' he thought, unable to deny the pleasure flooding through him. Her pussy clenched, wet and eager, and he was drowning in it.
'That’s it, fuck me just like that,' Isabelle panted, her hips rocking with a fierce rhythm. Nick’s breaths came in sharp bursts, his hands roaming her ass. 'You’re so damn tight,' he growled. Sebastian’s own thoughts were slipping, tangled with hers. 'More,' he found himself craving, horrified yet horny beyond reason. The build was unbearable, her body sweating, dripping with need.
When the climax hit, it was explosive. Nick grunted, his release hot and pulsing as he came inside her. Isabelle’s orgasm ripped through her—and Sebastian—shattering every barrier. Her cry was primal, her body trembling as waves of pleasure consumed them both. Sebastian’s consciousness flickered, overwhelmed by the feminine ecstasy, and darkness claimed him once more.
He jolted awake, back in the guest bed, heart pounding. But something was wrong. The sheets were gone. He was naked. And towering over him, equally bare, was Isabelle, her piercing gaze pinning him in place. A smirk played on her lips. 'Enjoy the ride, Sebastian?' she purred, her voice laced with dark amusement. His body still hummed with the afterglow of her pleasure, and he couldn’t find the words—or the anger—he expected. What the hell was happening to him?
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