Helena stared at the ceiling, her breathing ragged. Her body burned with heat as sweat dripped down her skin, trying to cool her but it did nothing.
Arthur was relentless.
'I've chained myself to a wolf in sheep's clothing...'
Standing up, Arthur moved to the side and laid down next to her, pulling her in close. A warm embrace. His lips found her ear.
"How was that?"
"It — it felt good," Helena breathed. "Can we do the marking now?"
"We could," Arthur said. "But I like to be thorough. A couple more times should do it."
"A couple?" Helena's eyes went wide, not sure if she could handle more.
"Don't worry." He tilted her chin toward him with his hand. "I'll make sure you feel good all night."
He kissed her. Softer this time slower than before. His left hand found her breast, palming its full weight as his right hand trailed down her stomach, lower, until his fingers slipped between her thighs.
"Mm~ —"
Helena moaned into the kiss as his fingers parted her folds, reaching deep, finding every vulnerable spot as if he'd mapped her body already. Her hips bucked against his hand and she started to twitch again the sensitivity from her first orgasm making every touch twice as intense.
Arthur smiled against her lips and broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to watch her expression change. Her brow furrowed, her mouth falling open, her eyes squeezing shut as his fingers worked her.
He lowered his head to her chest and took her nipple into his mouth, tasting the sweet, supple skin he'd been craving since the dress fell.
"Ah — Arthur — it's so good —"
Helena's back arched beneath him as he continued his mouth on her breast, his fingers buried inside her, every part of her body responding to him at once.
Her twitching grew worse. Arthur could feel her tightening around his fingers the walls clenching, her body coiling toward the edge.
So he pushed her over it.
His fingers drove into her furiously, the pace doubling, then tripling, as his mouth's suction on her nipple increased tenfold. The sensitivity shot through Helena like lightning too much, too fast, no way to stop it.
'Again — it's happening again —'
"I'm gonna — Arthur, I'm gonna CUM!!!!"
Helena's face twisted as the orgasm hit. Her back arched off the bed and she squirted all over Arthur's hand, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Her breath came ragged and uneven, her chest rising and falling as she lay there spent.
She lay there in a tattered mess. Her thoughts spiraling as Arthur pulled back his hand, slick and glistening.
"A squirter?" Arthur looked at his hand, then back down at Helena. "I didn't know you were such a bad girl, Helena."
She couldn't even look at him. Her eyes were glazed, her mind drifting in and out from the pleasure.
"Hey stay with me Helena, we can't be done already. I've hardly gotten to feel anything myself," Arthur said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"What do you — what do you want me to do?" Helena asked meekly, realizing she'd only been taking and giving nothing back.
"Well..." Arthur's hand drifted back below her waist. But instead of touching where she expected, his finger traced lower circling a different entrance entirely. Her forbidden hole.
Helena stiffened. "No — we can't do that. That's — that's dirty. I wouldn't —"
"Helena." Arthur pulled his hand back. No pressure. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want but do you know who you're talking to?"
She looked at him, still flushed, still wary.
"As the heir of the Webb family." He held up his hand. "We have spells that make you so clean down there I could eat off it. There's no dirtiness involved and better yet it keeps your virginity intact Damien would never know the difference."
Helena's expression shifted. The disgust was still there, but something else crept in alongside it.
Curiosity.
"It would also," Arthur continued, keeping his voice even, "strengthen the Mark itself. The more intense the arousal when it's placed, the more essence it can store and the faster you'll cultivate. It's the difference between a trickle and a stream."
Helena was quiet for a long moment. Her fingers twisted in the sheets.
"And it won't it won't hurt?"
"Not the way I do it."
She stared at the ceiling. Her jaw worked silently, chewing on the decision.
'It's just another leap. Another chain link. But if it means more power if it means getting out faster —'
"Fine," Helena said. "But if it hurts, you stop. Immediately."
"Deal." Arthur's hand began to glow with a soft light as the cleansing spell took hold warm and thorough, spreading across Helena's skin until she felt a sense of purity she hadn't expected.
Her eyes widened at the sensation. "That's —"
"Told you." Arthur smiled. "Now relax. I'll make you feel good."
Arthur hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down. What sprang free made Helena's eyes go wide.
"I thought you said you were only rated Emerald," Helena blurted out before she could stop herself.
Arthur couldn't help but grin. "That's my bloodline rating. This is a different kind of rank entirely."
He took her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed until her ass was flush with the end. Then he pushed her legs up, lifting them into the air only the tattered remains of her skirt blocking his view.
"Let's get this out of the way. You don't need it anymore."
He pulled the ruined skirt from her body, leaving nothing but a thin g-string thong. The last barrier between them.
Helena felt the cool air kiss her legs and shivered. Every inch of her felt exposed especially as Arthur stepped between her thighs, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him.
He hooked the g-string to the side.
Lining himself up, Arthur let his tip press against her asshole, soft, and barely there. Just enough for Helena to understand exactly what was about to happen.
Her breath caught.
"You ready?" Arthur asked.
'No turning back now.'
Helena nodded slowly.
Arthur smiled. "Then here I go."
He pressed forward. Slow and controlled.
The tip pressed against her entrance firm, insistent. Helena's body resisted on instinct, the tight ring of muscle clenching against the intrusion.
Helena's jaw was clenched as Arthur's tip pushed past the ring and entered her asshole.
"Agh-!"
Helena's eyes shot wide open as he hands gripped the sheet tightly turning his knuckles white. The Stretch was unlike anything she felt as Arthur moved inch by inch slowly filling her up.
"A-Arthur-wait-It's-too-big!"
Moaning Helena sucks in the air through her clenched teeth as a quarter of Arthur fills her up.
He pressed forward. Another inch slid inside and Helena's back arched off the bed, a choked sound catching in her throat.
"Ngh — ah~ — how — how much more is there —"
"About half."
"HALF?" Helena's head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbelief. She could feel him stretching her walls apart thick and unyielding and that was only half?
Arthur's hands tightened on her hips. "Do you want me to stop?"
'Yes. God, yes. This is insane. This is —'
"No," Helena heard herself say. "Keep going."
Arthur obliged.
He pushed deeper. Inch by inch. Each one drawing another broken sound from Helena's lips as her body struggled to accommodate him. Her anal walls gripped him skin-tight, every vein and ridge of his cock pressing against nerves she didn't know existed.
"Ah~ — ah~ — Arthur — it's so — it's so deep —"
Her fingers tore at the sheets. Her chest heaved. The stretch burned and pulsed and ached in ways that blurred the line between pain and something dangerously close to pleasure.
And then his hips met her ass.
Author Note: Sorry about the lack of chapters I've been busy and what not, but I am still working on this novel and especially working on the NSFW images and comics. I'm trying to get a style more down and better quality. It should be closer to being done by the end of the week so if you want to take a look at what I got come over to my Patreon. I'll post a teaser that free members can see on my Patreon to see what is to come.
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