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Helena couldn't help the fright rising in her chest. Her eyes dropped to the scene below, so different from anything she knew. There was Vespa, her school uniform split open, buttons gone, a bright red bra barely containing her as Damien lowered himself, his mouth finding the inside of her breasts, demanding to taste more of her.
"Oh, so it actually works."
Arthur whipped around in his spirit form, spinning quick.
"Arthur, explain to me what's happening right now."
In spirit form, Helena looked much like him, a gas given shape, her visage flickering in and out. But where Arthur was purple, she was icy blue, and the rose tattoo on her wrist had spread running up her arms, over her shoulders, across her chest, covering her breasts and curving around her, giving her some form of decency in the formless space. Arthur, by contrast, didn't even have a lower half. He was more like a genie, only his top half present, his chest tattoo spreading into cascading fracture lines, like he was cracking apart at the seams.
"This is what I was talking about, Helena. This is how you're going to learn."
"I'm going to learn from this?" She looked toward him, confused.
"Yes. Watch Vespa. Learn how to treat a man."
His spirit form drifted around her, teasing and his hands touched her, just barely. Like a jolt of electricity, she felt it even through the connection to her real body, a dual sensation rippling through her all at once.
"What—"
"You're going to watch," Arthur said. "Take note. And then you're going to put it into practice."
"Watch. Take note. Because you're going to have to put it into practice soon."
Arthur grabbed her by the shoulders in spirit form, pulling her across the room, flying her closer until they hovered just above Damien and Vespa.
Damien had moved on to her breasts now, suckling greedily like a baby demanding to be fed.
"Yes, baby. Suck on it. Make me feel good."
Vespa ran her hands through Damien's hair, pushing him into her, letting him feed greedily.
Helena looked on in horror, covering her face with her hands. Not ready for any of it.
"You see, Helena? You see how Vespa's using her body to get what she wants? Notice her hands pushing him in, keeping him there. See how she's moving her hips, grinding against him, teasing him while he's occupied. You see how she's using her charm, her bloodline, to heighten Damien's pleasure?"
He let that sit for a moment.
"You have the ability to do the same. Your charms match Vespa's. You just need to put that talent to work."
"How? How do I do that?"
"You just watch and learn."
Arthur directed her, turning her gaze down toward Damien and Vespa below.
At this point, Damien was no longer on top of Vespa. It was the other way around.
Damien sat on the edge of the bed, jacket gone, pants unbuckled and unzipped but still hanging in place. Standing between his legs was his cock eight inches, thick and hard and throbbing.
Vespa knelt below him. Her uniform was nowhere to be seen. Only her red bra remained, loose beneath her breasts, her skirt barely covering her ass and at times, a thin red thong visible underneath while her slick hands worked up and down his length, stroking him slowly.
Slick. Slick. Slick.
The sounds of Vespa pumping his cock echoed out as she seductively licked her lips, eyes lifting to Damien, who sat back enjoying the feel of her soft hands.
"God. Your hands feel so soft. Is this a technique you learned at the Webb household?"
"Just a few," Vespa said. "There are a couple others I haven't had much practice with recently."
"Yeah. I understand." Damien's expression darkened with amusement. "That bitch wouldn't touch you even if you were naked in front of him. What a loser." He leaned back, satisfied with himself. "Thankfully I get to play with you and I have the most beautiful fiancée in the world. Life's truly good for me."
He smiled down at her.
"So why don't you make it even better?"
His hand found the back of her head and pushed her against his cock.
"Lick it."
Like a servant answering her master's call, Vespa obeyed, tongue dragging up the length of him.
All the while, Arthur and Helena watched from above.
"Arthur—" Helena said. "How am I supposed to learn from this? She's just... going up and down and—"
She wasn't sure what she was supposed to think or feel. Frightened, maybe. But there was something else underneath it, a warmth creeping into her body as the bloodlines of both Damien and Vespa below began bleeding into the air around them, affecting her too.
"You have to mimic her, Helena. Do what she's doing. Here — try this."
He pushed Helena's spirit vision forward, pressing her into Vespa and as if she were invading Vespa's body, she could feel everything. An insatiable lust. An insatiable sense of duty. She could feel every way Vespa moved the natural arch of her back, the way she worked her fingers, her tongue, the way she opened her mouth, even down to the angle of her eyes and the fall of her hair. All of it was perfect.
Then just as she was getting used to it, she was pushed back out.
"What the hell—" Helena looked over to Arthur, confused.
"Did you feel it?"
"Did I feel it? I — yes. I could feel the way she moved her body, the way she ran her tongue. It was so strange. The way she arched her back I never realized how much thought and care goes into those things."
"And how do you feel?"
"I feel like..." Helena's hand drifted down to her lower side, her thighs closing together as she wiggled back and forth, like she was trying to hold something back. "I don't know. I feel like I need something."
"Oh? And what is that something?"
Arthur drifted around her in spirit form.
"I need..." Helena looked up at him, one finger pulling at the corner of her lips. "I need something in my mouth." The lust in her eyes was unmistakable.
Arthur smiled.
He phased back to his body, easing himself off the bed and pulling Helena down with him, undressing her top and leaving her in her undergarments. He stripped as well, taking everything off. All the while, he kept one hand extended in the spirit world with a split vision so that Helena could still watch Damien and Vespa below while controlling her own body at the same time.
Her eyes opened. She looked up at Arthur's real body.
"Then why don't you give it a try?"
Helena reached up, her slender fingers wrapping around Arthur's cock, which stood tall and hard in her grasp. Slowly, she ran her fingers up the sides of it.
As she tried to work it skillfully, she quickly realized it was a lot harder than Vespa had made it look but she thought back. The way Vespa felt. The way her body moved. Slowly, she tried to mimic it, working to get the feeling down herself.
Stroking Arthur's cock, Helena leaned her face closer, her hot breath ghosting over him. Using both hands, she pumped up and down deep, long strokes, her eyes lifting to Arthur, who wore a quietly satisfied look on his face.
All the while, her mind was split. Through the spirit vision, she could see Vespa taking Damien into her mouth, giving him a proper blowjob.
Helena, not known for competitiveness, found that she wanted to be good at this anyway. So she hesitantly lowered her mouth over Arthur's cock a small lick of her tongue, almost scared of it, but still wanting a taste.
But Helena was still scared to go the full distance.
Vespa, meanwhile, was expertly deep-throating Damien's cock.
Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
The sounds of her greedily working him echoed out.
"God—" Damien groaned, one hand pressed to the back of her head, applying subtle pressure, keeping her going. "You're so good."
An expert blowjob from a succubus mouth.
Seeing her fiancé receive that from Vespa made Helena feel strange. But there was something forbidden about it too being here with Arthur, watching Damien. The thought of betraying him, of breaking those chains, even if it wasn't truly breaking them it felt real. Going behind his back, being with Arthur, when Damien had barely given her more than a kiss. She couldn't help the tingles running through her body, like she was becoming more free with every second she spent here.
So to give thanks to her savior, she took the leap.
She draped her mouth over the tip of Arthur's cock, pressing a soft, subtle kiss to it then lowered herself, opening as wide as she could.