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With her mouth draped over Arthur's cock, Helena tried. But she wasn't graceful. Even thinking back to being inside Vespa's body, feeling her skills from the inside she couldn't replicate it instantly. Her jaw ached almost immediately, her teeth grazing him, making her flinch and pull back with a frustrated sound.
But she didn't give up.
She turned her attention to the spirit vision, studying Vespa working Damien like she had been born to do it with no hesitation, no awkwardness, just fluid practiced motion. It made Helena feel like she was trying to copy a master painter.
'How does she make it look so easy?'
She turned back and tried again.
This time she tucked her lips over her teeth before taking him in, lowering her mouth slowly, making sure her tongue stayed pressed flat against the underside. She felt Arthur's cock twitch the moment she got a proper hold of him.
That single twitch sent a jolt through her chest.
Validation.
But Arthur hadn't groaned and that, she realized, was what she wanted.
'I want to hear him grunt.'
The desire to do more took over. She went back to watching Vespa, studying the angle of her neck, the way she breathed through her nose, the rhythm, the movement of her tongue. Helena tried to replicate it. Slowly she twisted her tongue, dragging it across while moving her head up and down, soft and steady.
Slick. Slick. Slick.
Then Arthur's hand found the back of her head a quiet confirmation. Reaffirming her.
"That's it," he said quietly.
Pride bloomed in her chest alongside the arousal flooding through her.
With Arthur's praise warming her chest, Helena wanted to do more. She went back to the spirit vision to study Vespa further but what she saw stopped her.
Damien had pulled Vespa off him. He looked down at her, voice rough.
"You're wasted on a Webb. Your skills are too good to satisfy that weakling. After tonight, you come to me whenever I call. You understand?"
Vespa looked up at him, lips glistening, eyes full of worship.
Obvious to Helena it was a performance. But to Damien it looked real.
"Whenever you want me, Damien. I'm yours."
Damien's smile widened.
"I'm going to ruin you." His jaw tightened. "And when Arthur sees you walking funny tomorrow, I want him to know that somebody touched what he has. That somebody defiled you. That he's worthless, and that even his own women don't want to sleep with him."
He picked her up and threw her onto the bed, no delicacy about it. His hands found her thighs, spreading them apart, grabbing her skirt and ripping it off. Leaving only her loose red undergarments which he didn't even bother removing. He just shoved them aside, dropped his pants, and without a moment's pause, drove all eight inches into her.
"Ah—"
Vespa moaned, taking all of Damien at once.
"So big—"
Damien had no remorse. He rocked back and forth violently, smacking into her with no ceremony.
Smack
Smack
Smack
"How you like that you fat slut! You didn't even try to get away from me. And your so tight!" Damien grunted. "Damn you a whore you tight bitch."
SLAP!
"Ahh!" Screaming out Vespa clenched once Damein slapped her across her breasts making them bounce.
"Yeah you like that you slut! You like it when I hit you!" Damien fully dropping the golden boy persona he becomes the real Damein. A greedy ugly bitch that takes whatever he can get his hands on.
SLAP!
"Ahh!"
Giving her no break Damien continues to roughly treat Vespa like a toy playing with her.
Helena, watching it all, went wide in the eyes.
'He's going to treat me like that, isn't he. And he would have done that to me if not for Arthur.'
The realization of just how much of a beast Damien was settled over her slowly. She had been saved. Not just from the engagement from that.
And it wasn't only fear. Helena was angry. The way Damien treated Vespa like a tool, nothing more than something to release his lust and anger. His derogatory words, the way he snarled like a petulant child. It frustrated her deeply.
'You're not the only one going behind someone's back.'
She steeled herself.
'If you think it's fine treating them like that then I'll do the same.'
She pulled herself back to reality, lifting off Arthur's lap and standing, pushing him back onto the bed.
"Oh?" Arthur couldn't help it, genuine surprise at Helena taking initiative.
Helena, not taking even a second drops her undergarments to the floor without hesitation. She didn't even try to cover herself, instead for the first time she tried to use her charms to her advantage.
"Lie there. And I'll show you what it means to be taken care of." Helena tries her best to sound like a seductress similar to Vespa but it comes off rough. But to Arthur it was music to his ears.
'Oh I love this side of her.'
Walking over she did her best to sway her hips the way Vespa did, letting her charms show as she crawled across the bed and climbed on top of him, her chest hovering above his. She looked down at his face.
He looked happy. Genuinely. Not like Damien, not like a beast conquering something. Arthur looked like a partner. Someone working with her. Someone she could trust.
She reached down, took him in her hand, and lined him up not with her entrance, but lower. Her other hole. Because even if she wanted to give Arthur her first time, she knew she couldn't. It didn't matter what excuse she might try to construct. If she lost her virginity here, the consequences wouldn't even be funny. And so she used the only opening she could offer.
She dropped down, falling flush against Arthur's hips.
"Oh—"
It filled her completely, stretching her out, her pussy tightening around nothing as it grasped desperately for something that wasn't there.
Her anus however was completely full sending shutters down her spine.
Helena's mouth fell open but no sound came out at first. Just a silent gasp, her fingers digging into Arthur's chest as her body worked to process the sensation. It was different from before, when Arthur had teased her with foreplay, gotten her wet and ready. This time she had been the one doing the foreplay and while she was plenty aroused, it hadn't quite been enough preparation to take eight inches like that.
But it didn't hurt. It was overwhelming — her thighs trembling on either side of Arthur's hips, her whole body caught between pleasure and the sheer fullness of it.
Arthur didn't move. He just lay there, hands resting lightly on her hips, letting her body set the pace. She had said she would take control. He was holding her to it.
"Breathe," he said quietly.
Helena registered the word, exhaled long and slow, and let the tension bleed out of her body. Then she began to rock her hips. Slowly.
But as she moved, she felt it was wrong somehow.
That isn't right. How would Vespa do it? How would she move her body?
She slipped back into the spirit vision. Vespa was still beneath Damien, taking his assault without breaking character her moans loud and theatrical, her body rocking with each impact.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Say it," Damien growled above her. "Say I'm better than him."
"You're so much better than him—" Vespa gasped. "Arthur never made me feel this way—"
Helena watched for a moment, then shook her head and pulled away from the vision.
She didn't need Vespa to show her how. She could find it herself. Arthur had said she had her own talent and so she would use it.
Slow and tentative, she lifted her hips barely an inch before dropping back down.
Each small movement sent sharp sparks of friction up her spine. She bit her lip, stifling the sound that tried to escape.
She rose again. Dropped down faster this time, with more rhythm.
Then higher and sank back down.
Mm.
The sound slipped out before she could catch it. Small and quiet as her body responded genuinely to his cock.
And that was all she needed.
Once the pleasure started, her body followed. Her hips found a rhythm, rising and falling, and she began to ride him in earnest.
Smack
Smack
Smack
Her heart shaped ass fell over and over making her hips hit Arthur's.
"Mmm." Enjoying the feeling of having her ass stuffed Helena grinds her ass on Arthur enjoying each moment of him being inside.
Her platinum blonde hair swayed with each motion of her body. All while she gripped his chest with her hands Helena using him as something to push off of to bounce.
Her breasts at this point were moving quite nicely jumping up and down with every thrust.
They were memorizing and Helena knew how much Arthur like them so lowering herself closer to Arthur face.
"W-would y you like to s-suck them?" Too embarrassed to say the words Helena stutters out the words.
"Why of course." Smiling Arthur closes the distance and grabs a mouthful of Helena breasts.