Chapter 318: Eating Helen (2) *
I didn't stop. I couldn't. The taste of her was addictive, and the way her body responded to me—every twitch, every gasp, every shudder—only drove me further. I licked her again, slower this time, savoring every drop of her arousal as her pussy clenched and trembled beneath my tongue.
The room was filled with the sound of her moans, each one a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the walls, wrapping around us in a cocoon of raw, unbridled desire. Helen's voice, usually so composed and controlled, was now a sultry, breathless melody that sent shivers down my spine. "Haaa❤️…haaaan❤️! Haaan❤️! Nooo…haaaan❤️! H..Heiron…haaaan❤️…haaaa❤️!" Her cries were a mix of protest and surrender, a contradiction that only made her more irresistible.
For two minutes straight, I had been devouring her pussy, my tongue working in relentless, hungry strokes. Her body writhed beneath me, her hips lifting off the bed as she tried to press herself closer to my mouth. She came again and again, each climax more intense than the last, and every drop of her release was eagerly swallowed by my tongue. The taste of her was intoxicating, a sweet, heady nectar that I couldn't get enough of. It was addictive, and I found myself lost in the rhythm of her pleasure, unsure whether I was continuing for the sound of her moans or the taste of her cum. Either way, my desire only grew stronger with every passing second.
"Haaan❤️…nooo❤️…haaaa❤️!" Helen's protests were weak, her words dissolving into incoherent moans as her legs wrapped tightly around my back, locking me in place. Despite her cries of "no," her body betrayed her, her thighs trembling as she held me close, ensuring that my mouth never left her pussy. She was a mess of contradictions, and I loved every second of it. Stay connected via My Virtual Library Empire
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel every inch of her, to explore every curve and contour of her body. My hands wandered upward, sliding over her heaving chest until they reached her breasts. Or rather, her huge breasts. They were impossibly large, so much so that they spilled out of my palms, soft and warm and utterly perfect. "Haaaann!" she gasped as I began to massage her left breast, my fingers kneading the supple flesh with a firm yet gentle touch. The sound of her moan sent a jolt of heat straight to my already throbbing cock.
I needed to see them. I needed to see all of her. With a quick, deliberate motion, I tore her negligee down the middle, the fabric giving way easily under my hands. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, their size even more breathtaking than I had imagined. They were larger than Semiramis's, a fact that sent a surge of primal satisfaction through me. Helen's body was like that of a succubus—voluptuous, seductive, and utterly irresistible. My dick hardened instantly, straining against the fabric of my pants as I drank in the sight of her.
But I wasn't done with her pussy just yet. I lowered my mouth back to her core, my tongue flicking against her sensitive folds in quick, teasing strokes. "HAAN!!" she screamed, her body arching off the bed as something new happened. This time, it wasn't just her cum that spilled out—it was a gush of fluid, a sudden, uncontrollable squirt that drenched my face and the sheets beneath her. Her thighs trembled violently, her legs finally giving out as she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths.
I pulled back, licking my lips with a satisfied smirk as I took in the sight of her. Helen's face was flushed, her golden eyes hazy and unfocused, her lips parted in a dumb, blissful smile. She looked completely and utterly wrecked, and it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The taste of her squirt was different from her cum—saltier, more intense—but it was just as delicious. Anything that came from her was worth savoring.
"You're incredible, Helen," I murmured, my voice rough with desire as I leaned over her, my hands roaming over her body. Her skin was hot to the touch, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she struggled to recover from the intensity of her orgasm. But I wasn't done with her—not even close.
Her breasts were a masterpiece, a work of art that I couldn't resist worshipping. I took them in my hands, their weight and softness filling my palms as I kneaded and played with her plump, supple flesh. They were impossibly large, each one spilling over my fingers as I explored every inch of them. Leaning down, I let my tongue flick against her nipple, the pink bud hardening instantly under my touch. My other hand wasn't idle, my fingers pinching and rolling her other nipple, teasing it until it stood taut and sensitive.
"Hhmnn❤️~" Helen's soft moan was like music to my ears, a sound that only fueled my desire to devour her. My tongue trailed around her nipple in slow, deliberate circles, savoring the way her breath hitched with every flick. I didn't stop there—I licked and sucked my way across the expanse of her breast, leaving a trail of wet, glistening kisses in my wake. Her skin was so soft, so warm, and I couldn't resist marking her, my lips sucking hard enough to leave faint love marks that would remind her of this moment long after it was over.
"Haaan! Yesss! Oooh!" Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as I continued my exploration. Each lick, each suck sent shivers racing down her body, her back arching as she pressed herself closer to my mouth. I took her nipple into my mouth again, this time sucking on it like a hungry baby, my lips moving up and down in a rhythm that made her gasp. There was no milk—not yet—but the thought of her breasts swollen and full, leaking with milk, sent a surge of heat straight to my cock. When that day came, I would drink every last drop.
"Nyaaaa~~!" Her cry was high-pitched, almost kitten-like, as I bit down gently on her nipple, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Her breasts were now a deep, flushed red, covered in the marks of my lips and teeth, and the sight of her like this—completely marked and claimed—was almost too much to bear. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me as I continued to tease her.
When I finally reached down to her pussy, I wasn't surprised to find her even wetter than before. Her arousal had soaked the sheets beneath her, her body betraying just how much she wanted this. "Your pussy is so hungry, Helen," I whispered, my voice low and husky as I positioned myself between her legs. My dick was throbbing, the tip pressing against her entrance, and I could feel her flinch at the contact. She was so tight, so untouched, and the thought of being the first to claim her sent a primal thrill through me.
She was pure, her virginity untouched by Menelaus or Paris. She had been stolen away before either of them could lay a hand on her, and now she was mine—all mine. I played with her pussy for a moment longer, my fingers teasing her folds as I positioned her in front of me. Gripping her ankles, I pulled her toward me in one swift motion, her body sliding across the bed until she was right where I wanted her.
Helen's breath hitched as she realized what was about to happen. Her golden eyes were wide, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling in their depths. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she tried to relax herself, and that was all the signal I needed. I grasped her asscheeks, spreading them slightly as I positioned myself at her entrance. Her pussy was slick and inviting, but I knew this would hurt her—at least at first.
I didn't hesitate. With one strong thrust, I pushed myself inside her, my cock stretching her tight walls as I claimed her virginity. "HA…HAAAAAGHNNN!!!" Her scream was raw, filled with a mix of pain and pleasure as her body adjusted to mine. She was so tight, so warm, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. I paused for a moment, giving her time to adjust, but the look on her face—her lips parted, her eyes hazy with a mix of pain and ecstasy—only made me want to push deeper.
"You're mine now, Helen," I growled, my voice rough with desire as I began to move, my hips thrusting into her with a rhythm that left her gasping for breath.