Helen’s breath snagged, her lashes raking the sheets as she looked at my dick—big, veiny, and maddeningly erect no matter her noxiousness. "What... how is this possible? Your cock still so hard right in front of a dirty woman like ?" Stamring, but her gaze shot with sothing more intense than embarrassnt.
The sa question others had asked about my skin—gone, replaced by sothing unnatural, sothing that made a monster in their eyes. But not in hers. Not when her thighs were already parting, her scent thick in the air like copper and lust.
With hardly more than a whisper, Ravina recounted my story as if it were painful. Helen seed to have forgotten how to breathe properly as she just stared with her mouth hanging open. I was afraid she might faint there for a mont. "Gods," she managed, licking her lips and speaking in a shaky voice.
"It’s a pity my and Ravina’s pussy has stopped dripping bleeding..." Her gaze dragged up my body, lingering on the swollen head of my cock. "Otherwise, we could’ve had just...."
Fucking bitch. Even if she was sick, she was still a predator. Still hungry.
Then her expression fractured. Her voice softened, almost pleading. "Are you... Are you really okay with this? Putting that inside ? You must be disgusted just looking at . You don’t have to force yourself."
I knew what she was thinking that I was doing this out of pity. That I was sacrificing sothing. Like she was worth the cost.
Ravina just stared. Honestly, it was like she forgot how to blink—her gaze zeroed in on my cock, lips parted, barely breathing. The way her chest rose and fell, I could’ve sworn she was hypnotized by that little droplet at the tip, shiny as hell.
I cleared my throat. " I’m a healer," I said, voice coming out kinda ragged. "And I promised Elder Ravina I’d save you."
Ravina flinched at the title, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Dexter... call Aunt Ravina." Her fingers twitched toward , then pulled back. "Thank you. For doing this for Helen. And I swear, I’ll take you back to the Kronos Tribe after this. I’m sorry for threatening you."
"It’s fine," I lied. The mory of her spear at my shoulder was still fresh. "If this saves her life, I’m willing."
But I wasn’t doing it for her.
Helen’s breathing? Totally a ss—sharp, uneven, almost desperate. I dragged the head of my cock along her dripping folds, taking my damn ti, flicking at her clit, just feather-light, right where she wanted it most, but slow as hell.
Man, that little button was already swollen to hell, poking out and quivering like it couldn’t decide if it wanted to hide or beg for more. Every shaky breath she sucked in just made it twitch harder.
"Ah—shit! Fuck—!" Her hips shot up before I’d barely done anything. Yeah, her body was way ahead of us, begging while her brain hadn’t even caught up.
My thumb found her clit and didn’t exactly hold back—pressing, circling, rough enough she couldn’t help but let out this strangled little whimper. "Already dripping for , huh?" I muttered, voice all dark and low, real close to her ear. "Filthy. Even now, when you should be scared out of your mind."
"N-No, st—!" Her hips jerked like she wanted to get away, but yeah, good luck with that. Her cunt just pulsed harder, slick running down her thighs. Honestly, it was pathetic—hot, though. I kept up—thumb working tighter, faster. Her words just broke apart into a noise that was mostly pure need.
"Y-You—! Ah—! Bastard—!"
I leaned closer, lips barely grazing her ear. "You fucking love this." My other hand clamped on her hip, squeezing so tight I’d probably leave marks for days. My thumb? Still all over her clit—teasing, pressing, those shivery little flicks. Not giving her a single second to catch her breath or squirm away.
"N-Nno—! I—I hate—! Aaaah—!" Her back arched, her nipples hardening against the torn fabric of her dress, her clit throbbing under my touch like a second heartbeat.
I pinched it—hard.
"AAAAH—! FUCK—!" Her entire body convulsed, her pussy gushing a fresh wave of slickness, her inner walls fluttering in anticipation. I released the pressure just enough to let her catch her breath—then slamd two fingers inside her without warning.
"NGH—! TOO—! TOO MUCH—!" Her walls clamped down around my fingers, her clit twitching against my palm as I curled my fingers, dragging them along her front wall—right where I knew her G-spot would be.
"You’re dripping, Elder Helen," I growled, my cock aching with the need to replace my fingers. "Your pussy’s begging for it. Try to push out all the heat inside it." I twisted my wrist, grinding the heel of my palm directly against her clit while my fingers pumped in and out of her in short, brutal strokes.
"P-Please—! I—I can’t—! I’ll break—!" Her voice was raw, her thighs trembling, her clit swollen to the point of pain under my relentless assault.
Taking my damn ti, I carefully slid my fingers out to make sure she felt every scrape along her needy, soaked heat. didn’t hurry. Allow her to shiver as she twists and gasps.
Then, without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I circled swiftly and viciously while applying a firm thumb pressure to her clit. With my cock in hand, I pushed straight up to her door, promising her more.
"Elder Helen, you have to take it.. It’s for healing you," I commanded, my voice a dark promise. And you’re going to feel on my cock like the needy whore you are.. I said this in my head.
"N-No—! I—I won’t—! Ah—! Ah—!"
I slamd into her in one brutal thrust, my cock tearing through her resistance, stretching her ruined pussy wide open. The mont my cockhead breached her cervix, her clit pulsed violently against my thumb, her entire body locking up as I bottod out inside her.
"AAAAAAAH—! IT’S TOO DEEP—! IT HURTS—!" Her nails raked down my back, drawing juices, but her hips rolled, grinding her clit harder against my thumb, chasing the pain-pleasure like a starving addict.
I didn’t stop.
I screwed her hard, my dick thrusting in and out of her ravaged cunt, my thumb smushing her clit in hard, remorseless circles. Each drive jamd a scream from her mouth, her pussy spilling around , her clit pounding like it would burst.
"You’re close," I snarled, my voice rough with effort. "I can feel it. Your clit’s pulsing like a fucking heartbeat. Your pussy’s milking ." I leaned down, my teeth grabbing her nipple through the fabric, biting down just as I twisted my thumb over her clit—
"AAAAAAH—! I’M—! Aaaaaaaaaahh! DON’T STOP—! PLEASE—! PLEASE—!"
Whew, when she ca, it was nuts—her whole body just arched up, nearly threw off, fingers digging in deep like she was holding on for dear life, her hips bucking all over the place, that little clit of hers going absolutely wild under my thumb.
Swear on everything, I could feel every freakin’ pulse—she locked around , blazing hot, like she was starving for it, sucking in deeper, just desperate to take all of it. Seriously, she was soaking—just ssy, slick all over us, no way you could miss it.
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