Something Pretending to Patrol #11
Showering at such an odd hour left me with a peculiar feeling, yet I had no choice but to accept Helena’s demand and follow her into the bathhouse.
That meant hauling water in a large wooden tub and lighting candles one by one until the room glowed—work that left me sweating before we even began.
With the Barkan family’s wealth, magical lighting items should have been trivial to obtain, yet the reality was exactly what I saw before me. I could only guess at their reasons for going without, but there was a certain charm to relying on candlelight alone.
“Zion… hurry and strip too.”
While I was still lighting the candles, Helena had already shed every scrap of clothing. She twisted her body shyly, half-hiding herself.
The flickering flames painted her healthy, beautiful figure in stark light and shadow, every curve sharpened by the contrast. It was far more provocative than anything seen under bright lamps.
Her abdomen, etched with a clean line of muscle, was taut and free of any excess flesh. In delicious contrast, the two full mounds above and the generous curves below formed sweeping, sensual arcs. Her large breasts, only slightly heavy yet still firm and springy, and the perfect blend of muscle and soft flesh in her hips—everything about her was magnetic. Among all the women I had ever seen, she ranked at the very top.
I stared at her in a daze, as if spellbound, and slowly stripped off my own clothes, leaving them neatly by the door. I locked it as well.
The drain sat in the farthest corner from the entrance, so even the carefully folded garments would stay dry.
In this world it was rare for a woman to suggest bathing together. That the suggestion came from a duke’s daughter made the entire situation feel almost unreal—more dreamlike, even, than meeting a god after death.
“I’m undressed. Coming over now.”
My footsteps alone echoed through the silent bathhouse. The sound itself wound tension between us; I approached her slowly, excitement coiling tight inside me.
“Ugh…!”
The moment I drew near, Helena’s face flushed scarlet and she spun around, presenting her back. Facing me head-on had suddenly become too embarrassing—quite different from how she usually pressed those soft mounds against me without a second thought.
“Um… wash my back first.”
“I prefer starting with the hair… is that all right?”
“Ah… fine. Do whatever you want, Zion.”
I gazed at Helena’s bare back as she sat on the floor, then scooped warm water from the magic tub and poured it evenly over her hair and shoulders. The wide, ornate tub was a magical item; once activated it provided endless hot water.
Helena’s hair was black silk that put real silk to shame. On ordinary days she kept it glossy with expensive scented oils that left a sweet yet refreshing fragrance. The oils, however, were applied only after bathing—nothing like shampoo—so both hair and body were washed with soap. Today was no exception.
“I’m putting soap on. Tilt your head down and close your eyes.”
“Mm…….”
I took a bar from the nearby shelf, worked up a lather, and carefully massaged it through her long hair. Washing a woman’s hair had always been a maid’s duty; this was my first time. Still, the technique felt similar enough to applying oil that I managed well enough.
“Ah…….”
Helena let out a soft, involuntary moan as the warm water cascaded over her. The curtain of wet hair hid her expression; I regretted not being able to see it.
I rinsed every trace of soap from the long strands while facing her. Ever since I once mentioned that I liked long hair, she had grown it without fail. The length made both washing and drying a lengthy affair.
“All done. You can open your eyes.”
Once her hair was clean I moved behind her again and swept the heavy mass back over her shoulders—necessary if I was going to wash her properly. Then I gathered the loose strands and draped them around her neck so they fell forward. The pure white expanse of her back, previously hidden by that black curtain, was now fully revealed.
I had heard that a well-developed female back could fan a man’s lust; Helena’s was exactly that—firm without excess, alive with vitality and allure.
Feeling almost unworthy, I lathered my hands once more and laid them on her skin.
“Eek…!”
Whether it was the first time a man’s fingers had touched her bare back or not, Helena reacted to every single movement. Watching her was pure delight, but I could not drag this out forever. I began kneading from her shoulders.
“Ah… ahh…….”
Every time I applied gentle pressure, a sweet cry escaped her. The sounds were deliberately seductive, locking my ears in place; her sensual back refused to let my eyes wander anywhere else.
“Aang! Not there…….”
My hands slid down her spine and brushed the side of her breast. The lightest contact of my fingertips drew an intensely sensitive reaction.
Under ordinary circumstances I might have apologized, but we had already agreed on everything. I swallowed the rising heat and quietly continued spreading soap across her back—shoulders to mid-back, mid-back to the lower waist. As less and less skin remained unwashed, my hands inevitably traveled lower until they reached the lush swell of her hips.
The voluptuous curve begged to be stared at, as if it were pleading to carry a child right that moment.
“I’m going to touch you.”
I gave the brief warning and began massaging her hips. Unlike her back, the flesh clung to my palms, soft and yielding like sliding down a rounded hill—intensely stimulating.
“Ah… aaang…! There… a little more…….”
Each squeeze drew another yearning moan from Helena. I felt the same yearning. Directly below those hips waited an ass that looked ready to burst with juice.
If she was asking me to touch more, I was more than willing to oblige.
Driven by the desire to savor the wet, elastic flesh filling my hands and the honeyed cries tickling my ears, I gripped both cheeks hard without waiting for further permission.
“Nngh…!”
Helena’s body writhed even more alluringly as a richer cry burst free. The half-suppressed sound was music; it made the feeling that I dominated her burn even hotter.
Of course she never said stop. Instead she pressed her upper body to the floor, raised her hips high, and swayed them invitingly—begging with her whole body for more. The hidden folds between those cheeks were now completely exposed.
I felt a sudden urge to bury my face in that valley, but I set the thought aside for later. Right now I wanted only the thick, soft, springy meat of her ass.
“Zion… my body keeps getting hotter……. Down there… it’s starting to tingle…….”
While I kneaded the soap-slick flesh however I pleased, Helena turned her head toward me with an imploring look. The sight of her ass overflowing between my fingers had already stoked me; her words poured oil on the fire.
“Tingling? Is it… here?”
I knew perfectly well it was arousal, yet I pretended ignorance and massaged the soft flesh of her thighs just shy of her sex. My fingers hovered so close that her frustration only grew.
“No, nooo…! Not there…….”
Denied the place she wanted, Helena shook her hips harder and began to pout like a child. I had thought I was used to her little sulks, but I was wrong. In this situation, that petulance became pure fuel for lust.
“Then… here?”
I wanted to tease her longer, yet I could not endure it myself. My fingers parted the soft flesh of thigh and ass and finally sank into the center of her heat.
“Aaaang! There, thereee…!”
A wet sound answered. Helena’s coquettish cry confirmed that her pussy was exactly the right place. The elastic folds gripping my finger, the way the slick nectar soaked me—everything satisfied a deep urge to conquer.
With my free hand I continued kneading her ass while my middle finger curled and stroked inside her. Every motion drew another cry as if on cue; the moment I found her weak spot her back arched like a drawn bow. At the same time a fountain of love juice sprayed out.
“Ah… aaaah…….”
I could not see her face behind the hair, but I was certain her tongue was lolling and her eyes half-rolled. The convulsing body and the intermittent showers of fluid proved she had reached climax.
“Mm… this might take a little while.”
I wanted nothing more than to bury the throbbing heat that felt ready to explode inside her, yet she was still dazed from the overwhelming pleasure. Since I needed to wash myself anyway, I hurriedly soaped and rinsed while she remained on all fours, twitching.
“Hnnngh…!”
Just as I finished, Helena suddenly spun around and tackled me. The motion was far too sharp for someone who had only just come down from orgasm. I ended up sitting hard on the wet floor with her face buried between my legs.
“Zion…! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I can’t be the only one who feels good…! So…….”
She looked frantic with guilt over climaxing alone, yet the moment her nose brushed the rigid cock rising before her, her expression went dreamy. For a second I wondered if she was reacting to the scent; the eager little sniffs that followed confirmed it.
“Sniff sniff! This is… Zion’s co… cock smell…….”
I had washed thoroughly with soap, but Helena kept inhaling as if she were finding my true scent underneath. She seemed a little shy about saying the word “cock,” yet that shyness looked ready to vanish at any moment.
I gently stroked her hair and spoke in the soft, patient tone one might use with a child.
“Helena. Do you see those things that look like eggs hanging under my cock? Do you know what they are?”
“Huh? Y-yes……. I know… what they are.”
“Then tell me properly what they are.”
“Umm… the scrotum. The pouch that holds Zion’s baby seeds. Right?”
Technically correct, yet somehow lacking fire. I had hoped she would say “balls,” but years of refined upbringing probably made her hesitate over vulgar words. Still, that did not explain the “cock” she had blurted earlier. More important than solving that mystery was getting the word I wanted out of her mouth.
“Yes, that’s right. But there’s another way to say it, isn’t there?”
“Th-that’s…….”
I had worried she might not know, but her flushed face and averted eyes proved she did.
“If Helena says that word properly, I think I’ll be really happy… what do you say? Can you say it?”
“…It’s too embarrassing.”
“Hmm. Then… if you say it properly, I’ll praise you a lot.”
“Praise…? Zion will… praise me…….”
I already praised her often, yet Helena always seemed hungry for more. Other people’s compliments felt like they were merely acknowledging the obvious; mine never did. So she rested my cock against the bridge of her nose and answered in a tiny, halting voice.
“T-testicles… they’re testicles.”
Only the two of us existed in this silent bathhouse. Mishearing was nearly impossible, yet I wanted a clearer answer.
“Pardon? I couldn’t quite hear that. I’m sorry, Helena, but if this is all, then the praise I promised…….”
“Testicles! Seminal sacs! No—balls! The baby-seed pouch! Zion’s precious balls where the seeds that will impregnate me are bubbling and swimming!”
Helena poured the words out in a desperate rush. Clearly receiving my praise mattered more than any remaining sense of propriety. Delighted by the spectacle, I let a satisfied smile curve my lips and stroked her cheek.
“Yes. That’s the correct answer. Very well done. Helena is such a clever girl.”
“Hehe. Zion praised me……. I’m so happy…….”
The moment the praise landed, her face melted into a pure, childlike smile.
“Oh, by the way. Can you give those precious balls a kiss?”
We had not even kissed on the lips yet, and here I was demanding something rather humiliating. If she refused I could simply move on to a real kiss; there was nothing to lose by asking.
“Mm… I will. I’ll do it. I’ll kiss… the balls.”
Thankfully Helena leaned in as if she had been waiting for the order. The soft smack of her lips against the flesh sounded obscenely lewd. Watching a duke’s daughter kiss a man’s manhood was pure fuel for lust.
Keeping a thin veneer of calm, I issued the next demand: a kiss on the flushed, swollen head.
“On the tip… too?”
“Yes. This is the precious thing that will plant seed inside Helena’s belly. Isn’t it only natural to show gratitude with a kiss?”
The logic was pure nonsense, yet Helena nodded vigorously. Without the slightest hesitation she pressed her lips to the very tip. Another wet smack sent a jolt through me.
I wanted to come once before going inside her. Certain that one release would not cool me down, I stroked her hair and made the request.
“I’d like to come once just like this… will you do exactly as I say?”
“W-what? N-no! I heard it goes soft after coming once… we can’t waste such precious seed like that!”
“It’s fine. Does this look like something that would go soft so easily?”
Even the man making the claim almost laughed at his own wording, but Helena nodded as though it made sense. The thick, curved length that nearly reached my navel did not look like it would wilt after a single climax. Of course I knew my own limits from private testing—knowledge Helena would never possess.
“What should I do?”
“Keep your lips on the tip and poke the little hole… the piss slit… with your tongue. At the same time, gently roll my balls with your hand.”
Part of me wanted to fuck her mouth like a second pussy, but my cock already felt ready to burst; that much stimulation would be more than enough. No—more than enough. A cock receiving a woman’s touch for the first time was hypersensitive, and Helena’s tongue and fingers targeted every weak point with uncanny skill. Hard to believe this was her first time offering such caresses.
“Ah… aah…! It’s coming, it’s coming…….”
The sharp jabs against the sensitive slit and the shivering pleasure climbing the shaft from the careful fondling of my balls met at a single point. I could not hold back the moan that tore free. At that exact moment my cock answered by spitting thick, cloudy seed with violent force.
“U-uup?!”
Helena looked startled by the sudden flood. Given how directly it struck the back of her throat, pulling away was only natural—yet she immediately sealed her lips around the head again to drink the rest.
Gulp, gulp…….
She made the swallowing sounds deliberately loud, as if she wanted me to hear every drop. Even the ropes that had painted her face when she briefly pulled away went ignored; she simply scooped them up with a finger and brought them to her mouth, making wet, lewd little noises while gazing at me with eyes full of lust.
“Zion’s precious baby seeds… I couldn’t just throw them away. I… did well, right?”
In that instant a desire powerful enough to crack even Steel Mental seized me. Still displaying the cock that continued to throb with undiminished vigor, I gripped Helena’s shoulders and half-dragged her toward the tub. She offered no resistance; if anything she eagerly climbed in first. I followed, and we ended up facing each other in the warm water.
The gentle heat that normally soothed tense muscles only made my body burn hotter. The urge to bury myself in Helena’s female hole right this second became almost unbearable.
“Helena, Helena…!”
Clinging to the last shreds of reason, I called her name while forcing my rigid cock downward until the head nudged against her entrance. The slick sensation teasing the tip was not only bathwater.
“Ah… ah…! At last, at last Zion is going to… ahhk?!”
Before she could finish the delighted cry I thrust hard, forcing my way inside. Warm, soft, swampy wetness combined with meaty elasticity—pleasure beyond description. So this is what a woman’s pussy feels like…….
“Ah…! Sorry! I was only thinking of myself…!”
Only then did I regret driving in so deep. This was her first time; the pain should have been extraordinary. I had been so lost in my own pleasure that I noticed her pained moan only after the fact.
“N-nooo…♡ It feels… it feels too good…….”
Apparently I had been wrong. In the wavering candlelight Helena’s face was pure female ecstasy—far more pleasure-drunk than when she had climaxed on my fingers. Her vacant, drooling expression looked nothing like a noble lady.
“Helena… doesn’t it hurt?”
“Mm, it’s fine……. Pain is… something I’m used to…….”
Some women feel little pain their first time, yet Helena seemed different. Even the blood seeping from where we joined did not disturb her calm; years of harsh training had simply made her tolerant of discomfort.
Hearing that, I finally exhaled in relief. Her cunt still clenched greedily around me, but worry had briefly drowned out the pleasure.
“Ziooon… kiss, kiss meee…….”
“Yeah.”
Helena, reduced to a pleasure-seeking female, begged for a kiss. She opened her arms as if asking to be held and parted her lips like a baby bird waiting to be fed. Naturally I covered her mouth with mine.
There was a faint metallic tang, yet instinct drowned out any complaint. We breathed hotly through our noses while devouring each other. At some point our positions had shifted into a face-to-face embrace, yet we were too absorbed to notice.
We sucked lips and tangled tongues with zero consideration—only pure selfish hunger, like two snakes coiling tighter and tighter around each other.
“Aah, nn… chuuup♡ ahh, ahhng…….”
Beast-like wet sounds filled the air. The longer the kiss lasted, the glassier Helena’s eyes became. I was certain my own face looked just as lost; my mind was growing hazy.
“Haa… haa…!”
When we finally broke apart we gulped air like drowning victims. The long, fierce kiss had left both our lips swollen.
“Nngh…! Zion’s cock… keeps twitching inside me. Like it doesn’t know what to do because it wants to come so badly…….”
“I want to come. No—I’m going to come.”
Pulling out was no longer an option. All I could think of was flooding her womb and planting my seed. Even if it meant pregnancy before marriage, I no longer cared. Claiming this irresistible female was a male’s pride.
“Mm… you can come. As much as you want, every day… do whatever Zion desires.”
“Good. I’m yours, but you’re mine too.”
I declared ownership as if she were an object. She might have been offended, yet Helena only kept her arms around my neck, nodded, and smiled brightly. Perhaps living in a world where owning people was commonplace made acceptance easy.
From this moment on, the only task left was to empty myself inside her.
I wrapped both arms around her slim, toned waist and took a deep bite of the full breasts I had coveted ever since brushing them earlier. The impact was even greater than expected.
“Aang…! It tickles…♡”
Even with my face buried in her cleavage and my teeth sunk near the root of one heavy mound, Helena only made a nasal sound and squirmed. The thick folds gripping me twisted like a corkscrew, delivering a completely different kind of stimulation—and that stimulation turned me into a runaway stallion.
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
“Aaaah! Haah… ahhk, aah♡ Zion, Ziooon…! Harder, stab me harder!!”
Water slapped and splashed in every direction, churned by my merciless piston and the equally violent way Helena slammed her hips down to meet me. Every time I exhaled hotly against her breast, every time I ground against her cervix, white-hot pleasure crashed through me. Helena answered with animal cries of her own.
“Huff, huff!”
“Haaang! Zion! Ziooon…!!”
The urge to climax climbed the shaft. The moment that electric tingle reached the tip I would empty myself into her without the slightest restraint. Until then I simply kept hammering her pussy. Nothing existed except thrusting and coming.
The meaty walls that enveloped me without a single gap were so soft I wanted to stay buried forever if time allowed. But we did not have forever, so we chased the greatest pleasure at the greatest speed.
“Huff…!”
“Ang, aaaang! Lots, lots… stab me as much as Zion wants! Stab me and cum inside!!”
Helena seemed born knowing how to please a man; the filthy words she cried only drove me harder. The pleasure doubling with every thrust was only natural. Equally natural was the fact that the end was now seconds away.
“Ah, aah! It’s swelling, your cock’s getting bigger! Cum! Hurry, hurry and cum!!”
I was biting her breast hard enough to leave marks, yet she only kept screaming in ecstasy and begging for my seed. The way her cunt clamped down even tighter was proof.
“Nngh… nnnngh…!”
The instant the word “come” flashed through my mind, something tore free from deep inside me. A massive, draining release flooded every nerve—while my cock, still as rigid as ever, pumped thick ropes of semen straight into Helena’s womb.
“Nn, ooooh…♡ Zion’s seed… is coming out. It’s pouring in so much…….”
Helena’s limbs went limp; she threw her head back and rode the aftershocks. The sudden gush of fluid against my thighs told me she had squirted again, hard. The animal keening that accompanied it was merely a bonus.
I savored the warm sensation while silently thanking myself for having prepared extra rinse water. There was no way we could wash in a tub now thoroughly mixed with love juice and semen.
Still… if the water was already filthy, we might as well enjoy it a little longer.
“Whoa…….”
When I finally pulled out, I could have sworn I heard a wet pop. The sound testified to how tightly she had been gripping me; extracting myself had taken real effort.
“Ah… if you pull out, I don’t wanna…….”
Helena whined like a child, listlessly waving her arms. Losing the thick cock that had filled her belly left her with a hollow ache. The weak flailing was simply the result of too many orgasms; she could no longer put strength into her limbs.
I had a reason for pulling free while still rock-hard, however. There was something I wanted her to do.
“Helena… lick it clean for me.”
The moment I stood up in the tub I thrust the still-twitching cock right under her nose. Bathwater made it look clean, yet a faint scent still clung to it.
“Clean…?”
“Yeah. Even dogs lick each other clean, right? So you do it too. Like a puppy. Like a bitch in heat.”
The word was a step too far, yet I trusted the current Helena would accept it. And just as I expected, she gave a bashful little smile, stuck out her tongue, and began lapping the moisture from my cock exactly as ordered.
Part of me wished she would take it into her mouth, but this was enough for now. Under the caress of Helena’s tongue my cock was already hardening again, ready to burst once more.