Who would have thought... Helena, of all people, would do sothing so incredibly naughty~
Aether sure was shocked when he woke up, groggy and aching, only to find her body sprawled beside him—face flushed, lips swollen, her skin streaked with the sticky evidence of his climax.
Helena, ssy and glowing in the soft morning light, rolled inside the sheets, lay at the edge of the bed. Her thighs pressed tightly together, her whole body still twitching with aftershocks, her face slick with arousal and streaks of cum that clung to her cheeks and chin.
She looked like a fallen angel who had just tasted sin—and wanted more.
"...Helena," Aether rasped, his voice thick, deep, and rough from sleep and confusion.
She jolted up, flustered, her hands quickly covering her face as she stamred, "A-Aether! I—I didn’t an to— I an, I just—"
"You thought you could suck off... swallow my cum... and sneak away like a naughty little thing?" he murmured, his eyes half-lidded and burning with lust. "You really are full of surprises, Saintess."
"I-I..." she bit her lip hard, breath shaking. "I didn’t want to wake you... I just wanted to make you feel good..."
"You didn’t wake . You wrecked ," he said lowly, "You woke up the beast."
Before she could defend herself, he reached out, yanked her by the sheets, and dragged her closer in one rough, commanding pull.
Then he growled, lips brushing her ear, warm breath making her shiver, "Sit on my face."
Helena froze.
"W-What...?"
"You heard ," he said, his voice dropping to a feral growl. "Right now. Drop the towel. Straddle my mouth. Open those legs wide, Saintess. I want that pussy dripping on my tongue, and you’re not moving until I’ve had my fill."
Her body locked up, her heart racing so loud it drowned out her thoughts.
"A-Aether... I’ve never... That’s so embarrassing... I-I can’t—"
His hand slid down her back and gripped her ass—flesh yielding beneath his fingers—as he squeezed hard, enough to make her gasp.
"You already sucked my cock till I ca down your throat. Now it’s only fair I get to return the favour," he said with a wicked smile. "I’m going to eat your pussy like it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted. You’re not escaping that, Saintess."
He laid back against the pillows, arms folded behind his head, his cock still twitching and half-hard from the earlier orgasm. But his hunger hadn’t faded—it had grown.
"Co on, Helena. Face . Show every inch of that sweet, ssy cunt. Let it sit on my mouth. I want to drink you until you’re sobbing."
Aether wasn’t asking anymore. He was commanding.
And Helena could tell.
He was being sweet, seductive... and ruthless.
"If you don’t do it," he said with a smirk, "I promise I’ll do much worse. Maybe I’ll pull you out into the Main Temple, put on a nice little show for your beloved Archpriestess... just like she did before you~ hehe~"
"NOO!!!" Helena squealed in horror, face exploding into crimson, her whole body trembling with sha and panic as the mory of that show slamd into her brain.
Absolutely not. Never again.
"Then sit. On. ," Aether said, voice soft like silk, eyes gleaming. He winked. "Pretty please?"
Helena pouted, flustered and aroused, her thighs rubbing together without thinking. Ordering her, threatening her, then playing sweet? He was too damn good at this.
And the worst part?
She didn’t want to stop him.
Still nervous, she looked away and muttered, "T-Then... close your eyes first..."
Aether blinked slowly... then smirked and nodded. "Sure. But don’t take too long... or I’ll open them anyway."
Helena hesitated, but then slowly, tremblingly, unwrapped herself from the bedcovers. Her hands reached for the towel clinging around her waist, undoing it with shaking fingers.
The soft fabric slipped from her hips and pooled around her feet.
She was bare.
Her pussy was swollen, glistening, and flushed—still wet and glimring with her juices from earlier. Her inner lips peeked between her soft folds, already slick and inviting.
She blushed furiously, breathing shallow, and crawled up over his chest with slow, unsure motions. Her thighs trembled. Her knees wobbled as she straddled him, her heart hamring against her ribs. She hovered above his face, legs wide, barely able to look down at him.
"I... I’m r-ready..."
Aether opened his eyes.
And groaned.
His gaze latched onto her bare pussy like a starving man seeing his first al in weeks. Her folds were pink, soaked, dripping slowly down her thighs. Her clit was peeking out, pulsing with need. Her skin flushed a deep red.
"You’re so fucking sexy, Saintess. That pussy’s perfect. So wet, so needy, so real...SO... Naughty~"
His hands grabbed her ass—rough, greedy—and spread her cheeks apart with force.
"ahh~ I~I’m not... I’m not naughty~!" she whimpered.
But he wasn’t listening anymore.
He pulled her down—hard—until her soaked pussy and tight little asshole pressed full and hot against his face.
"Ahhh~!" she scread, lurching forward and grabbing the headboard with both hands, knuckles instantly turning white. Her legs shook violently. Her entire body trembled above him.
Then—his tongue.
His hot, thick tongue licked her pussy from bottom to top—one long, slow, wet drag—ending with a flick right across her tight, twitching asshole.
Her hips bucked instinctively.
"A-Aether!! I-I can’t—"
"Nope," he growled beneath her, voice muffled as he licked again. "You’re staying right there, Saintess. You’re mine now."
His tongue was relentless—wet, wide, slow, then fast—lapping her slick folds, circling her clit, slurping shalessly. He sucked on her lips, teased her entrance, then pushed deeper, licking her so thoroughly it felt like he was trying to drink her soul.
Her taste was pure sin.
Sweet.
Addictive.
He moaned into her pussy, letting the vibrations shake her insides. His hands squeezed her ass tighter, spreading her apart so his tongue could slither from her clit to her drenched slit and then trail all the way down to her twitching hole again.
Her thighs trembled... Her knees buckled... She couldn’t stop shaking.
She tried to lift herself.
He wouldn’t allow it.
"No," he commanded again, voice full of hunger. "Stay. On. My. Mouth."
Then he did it—his tongue dipped even lower, licking her ass with perverted care, tracing the rim of her tight hole with slow, teasing circles.
"Ahhh~mm! A-Aether!! You’re licking... back there~~!" she wailed, her voice cracking with disbelief.
"All of you," he growled, "belongs to ."
He slurped again, shaless and loud, licking back and forth between her pussy and ass like he couldn’t decide which tasted better.
Helena moaned louder, her voice breaking. She was gasping, twitching, falling apart.
Her pussy trembled—leaking uncontrollably—and her clit throbbed beneath his tongue as he sucked it into his mouth.
He sucked harder.
Again.
And again.
Her mind shattered.
She could barely speak, barely think.
Her hands clawed at the headboard, her body convulsing above him, hair sticking to her face as she scread.
His tongue kept working, his lips devouring her, drinking her.
He wanted every drop.
"Hnng~ AA~ A-Aether—! I’m gonna~~ I can’t hold it~"
"Cum on my mouth," he growled, his voice deep and dominating, one hand landing a sharp smack across her trembling ass. "Soak my tongue. Let it all out, baby."
Slap~
"Aaaaa~~AAAHHHhhhhh~!!!"
Her scream tore from her throat—raw, high-pitched, completely shattered by pleasure.
Splash... splash... splash...
Her pussy erupted, a hot gush of juices flooding his tongue.
Her whole body convulsed uncontrollably—legs shaking violently, hips jerking forward, her back arched like she’d been struck by lightning. Her juices poured into his mouth, splattering across his cheeks, and he didn’t miss a single drop. He drank her down greedily, slurping and swallowing like he couldn’t get enough, his tongue flicking through every ripple of her climax.
She collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut, her chest hitting his firm torso, her thighs twitching helplessly around his head. Her soaked pussy still throbbed on his face, her folds fluttering with aftershocks, her inner walls clenching with a mindless rhythm.
Her moans softened into broken little breaths—desperate, twitching sighs.
She didn’t move.
Couldn’t move.
"A-Aether..." she whimpered, her voice paper-thin, almost breaking. Her eyes were glassy, tears gathering at the corners from the sheer intensity.
He finally let her go.
His face was drenched in her juices—chin glossy, lips wet, tongue lazily licking the corners of his mouth with a satisfied grin.
Aether slid his hand down her spine, slow and teasing, until it cupped her plush ass again. He squeezed it firmly, making her gasp once more.
"Good girl..." he whispered in her ear, voice low and dirty. "But we’re not even close to finished yet."
Helena whimpered against him, her body boneless, lting into his chest. But her breath hitched again—hard—when his fingers slid right back between her legs, through the wet, ssy aftermath of her orgasm.
"Still dripping..." he murmured, dark and dangerous. "So fucking wet... and I haven’t even started ruining you properly."
His fingers slid through her folds, spreading them wide. Her slick lips glistened under the light, twitching from the overstimulation.
"H-Hnng... Aether..." she moaned softly, her hips twitching helplessly into his hand. She couldn’t help it.
"Shh... just breathe, sweetheart," he said, soothing but firm.
Then two fingers slipped inside her.
Slowly.
Thick.
Deep.
Her pussy sucked them in with ease, still soaking and hot from her climax.
She arched back with a cry, her mouth wide open, her thighs clamping around his wrist.
"Ahh~ Aether! T-That’s sooo... deep—!"
He curled his fingers gently—just enough to press against that sensitive, hidden spot inside her.
"MMFF!!"
She choked on a moan.
"You like it when I touch you right here?" he murmured, his voice brushing over her ear like silk. "This soft little spot inside you... it’s so responsive. Just for ."
He pressed again—slow and deliberate—and she whimpered, twitching violently, her pussy squelching loudly around his fingers.
"ahh~ahh~weir~dw~eee~iaa~hn~ooo~"
She was losing control again.
Her hips bucked without rhythm. Her face was a flushed ss. She was gasping and squirming as his fingers pumped slowly inside her soaked cunt, her walls clenching down greedily, trying to pull him deeper.
"I... I want... sothing else..." she begged, her voice breathy and shy, hands sliding up to cling to his neck, cheeks burning. "I want... you... inside."
Aether paused, grinning like the proudest bastard alive.
She’d finally said it.
His sweet little Saintess was asking to be fucked.
He was definitely corrupting her.
Naughty Saintess~
And she was loving every second of it.
"Face ," he murmured, voice softer now, more intimate. He gently rolled her onto her back, guiding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. "I want to look at you when I make love to you."
He kissed her—slow, deep, sensual—his tongue exploring hers, stealing her breath as he shifted between her thighs.
His cock—hard, thick, and pulsing—rested at her entrance, the wide head gliding along her folds, parting her wet lips gently.
She moaned against his lips, her whole body tensing with anticipation.
"MMmfffffffff~~!!"
Then—
He pushed.
Her tight little pussy stretched around him, slowly, inch by inch, hugging him so tightly he could barely breathe.
Her mouth fell open, eyes wide, a silent scream caught in her throat.
"F-Full... I-I’m so full...!!!"
He slid deeper, letting her feel every inch.
Until he bottod out.
Until his hips t hers, buried to the hilt.
He stayed there for a mont—his forehead pressed to hers—just breathing, letting her adjust, her walls fluttering wildly around him.
"Fuck... you feel like heaven," he groaned, shivering from the heat around him.
Helena’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locked on his. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, her lips parted, tears glimring in the corners of her eyes—but this ti from overwhelming bliss.
This... this felt different.
More than last night.
More intense.
More emotional.
More addicting.
She might actually crave this.
She might already be addicted.
Aether pulled back slowly—just halfway—then pushed in again, groaning as he sank into her with perfect precision.
Her body moulded to him. Every thrust rubbed her right where she needed it. Every stroke made her breath catch.
Helena clung to him tighter, her nails scratching faint trails down his back as her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him inside.
Their eyes never looked away.
"Mnh~~ A-Aether... ahh~ I l-love... l-love you... Ahhh-Ah~ I love you...!"
"I love you too," he growled, thrusting deeper, kissing her again—tongue teasing hers, moaning into her mouth.
She lted beneath him, hips lifting to et every thrust, her body moving instinctively now, perfectly matched to his rhythm.
And they weren’t slowing down.
In fact, Helena seed to be getting even hungrier, her moans louder, her nails digging into his back with desperate need. Her legs tightened around his waist, hips bucking up shalessly to take him deeper.
Aether groaned, loving every second of it.
He loved how her body begged for him without words.
He loved seeing her lose herself like this.
Loved turning his Saintess into a dripping, trembling ss of lust.
...anwhile, just beyond the door, a hand hovered in the air—fingers clenched just inches from knocking.
Lyirrs sighed heavily, her brows twitching with barely restrained irritation. Her ears twitched, catching the unmistakable rhythm and sound of flesh against flesh—wet, breathy moans filtering faintly through the door.
She lowered her hand, shoulders slumping.
"Looks like I’ll be doing all the damn work myself today..." she muttered, voice flat and tired. Her eyes still half-lidded with sleep as she turned around and trudged away.
She grumbled as she rubbed her temples, "Honestly... humans are such weird animals. All they think about is sex... morning, night, doesn’t matter."
Shaking her head with a dismissive huff, she padded down the corridor, muttering, "So much noise... and they call us the wild ones..."
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