Chapter 11. Hunter's Wife (4)
Chapter 11. Hunter's Wife (4)
"Can't you just hold me once?"
Helen asked.
It wasn't hard to guess what she meant by asking to be held.
It wasn't a hug.
I was already holding Helen right now.
What she wanted was to sleep with me.
If I hadn't heard about Helen's life story, I would've refused.
But not anymore.
My gratitude toward Bruno had vanished clean away.
Kidnapping a woman and making her his wife.
Unthinkable.
I couldn't overlay 21st-century morals on this medieval world...
But still, Bruno had crossed the line.
Not content with kidnapping and raping her.
He'd even whipped her.
I slowly stripped off Helen's clothes.
And ran my hands over her back.
I felt the vivid, long scars.
"You son of a bitch..."
A curse slipped out before I knew it.
Hunter Bruno.
It suddenly pissed me off all over again that he'd taken my longsword.
"Will you hold me?"
Helen asked again.
Instead of answering.
I covered her lips with mine.
"Mmgh..."
Helen's eyes went wide.
Then she closed them.
It started as a light kiss.
But it grew more explicit by the second.
Tongues tangled, saliva dripping down her chin.
"Take yours off too."
"Yeah."
With Helen's help, I stripped.
Soon we were both naked.
Still sitting in the chair.
We kept groping each other's bodies.
Licking and sucking lips and tongues.
"Just stay sitting like that."
Helen said that, then.
Took some string from somewhere and tied her long straight hair back.
Then she knelt on the floor.
It was obvious what she was about to do.
Until early spring this year, I'd been a virgin.
But steadily gaining experience with Anna.
So I could easily tell what Helen intended.
I spread my legs left and right.
Helen slipped in between.
My already rock-hard meat stick twitched, brushing against the woman's lips.
Helen's lips parted slightly.
"Wow..."
A faint gasp of admiration escaped.
"How is it?"
I asked, arms crossed.
Big dick.
Not something I could usually brag about.
But not now.
I could strut all I wanted.
"It's insane... Do you think this thing can even fit inside? Bruno's is impressive too, but compared to this..."
Helen, chattering away, shut her mouth.
Her cheeks flushed red.
She fidgeted with her lips for a moment, then asked in a timid voice.
"Can I touch it?"
I smirked and nodded.
She'd knelt on the floor to lick it, after all.
Her hand reached out slowly.
Soon gripping the shaft with both hands.
A woman's touch is always a pleasure.
The shaft twitched in response.
"Wow... this is really..."
Helen couldn't tear her eyes away.
Her gaze filled with lust.
She stared for a long while, then flicked her tongue out to touch the pillar.
"Ugh..."
It was just a light touch.
But a moan burst out of me unbidden.
Emboldened by my reaction, perhaps.
The full-on blowjob began.
Helen was a married woman.
She had plenty of experience under her belt.
No doubt.
She'd learned all sorts of things from Bruno.
As if to prove it.
Her tongue moved with dazzling skill.
Acrobatic touches incomparable to virgin Anna.
Her hot tongue, coated in saliva.
Danced over the glans and shaft.
A thick, long tool.
Her mouth was small by comparison.
But she didn't care.
She shoved the glans deep into her throat.
"Guhk..."
She coughed.
But Helen didn't back off.
It felt like she was forcing it in with sheer willpower.
Her small lips clenched around the shaft like a sphincter.
Helen's head bobbed back and forth.
The meat stick plunged deep into her throat.
"Puha... haah... haah..."
Only after a long time did Helen spit it out.
The glans was slathered in thick saliva, connected to her lips like spiderwebs.
"How was it?"
"It was really good."
I'd nearly cum.
I gritted my teeth and barely held back.
Helen tongued the glans and shaft again.
Slowly downward.
Until she reached the ballsack.
She lavished it with meticulous care.
Sensitive spot.
Her tongue and lips moved slowly, yet so softly.
"Shall we go to the bed?"
Helen asked, rubbing the shaft against her cheek.
Of course.
I was already plenty aroused.
Even if Bruno weren't a bad guy, there was no refusing in this situation.
We went to the bed.
Light from the fireplace tinged the white sheets yellow.
"Lie down facing the ceiling."
I ordered in casual speech without thinking.
Fortunately, Helen didn't mind.
She obediently climbed onto the bed.
And lay facing the ceiling.
Her firm breasts barely lost shape even lying down.
I pressed my body against Helen's first.
I felt the heavy breasts.
Soft yet taut.
Just holding her like this felt amazing.
"Kiss me..."
Another kiss request.
I readily pressed my lips to hers.
I'd meant it to be light.
But Helen, already fired up, greedily worked her tongue.
A long kiss.
My hands gripped her breasts.
Too big for one hand.
Plenty big.
My hands slid downward slowly.
Past her side and hips.
Finally between her crotch.
Helen clamped her legs.
But soon slowly spread them.
I touched lightly with my hand.
She was soaked.
Not just her pussy, but her inner thighs and the sheets.
I could slide in like this, no problem.
But I shouldn't.
Helen had lovingly serviced my cock with such devotion; I had to return the favor.
I buried my face in her breasts for a moment.
A thick scent rose up.
Not a bad smell.
Not exactly perfumed either.
But it definitely stoked my lust.
Slowly downward.
Until I reached between her legs.
Fireplace light leaked in.
But not enough to illuminate her crotch.
Curiosity hit.
I wanted to see her pussy closer.
I didn't hesitate and chanted the incantation.
"Fire."
I made the flame small on purpose.
I could make it bigger now.
But that might burn Helen.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
Helen startled.
I smiled and said.
"Don't worry. I just wanted to see how pretty the place I'm about to enter is."
"It's ugly down there..."
She must've been really embarrassed.
She covered her face with both hands and shook her head like a sulk.
To me, it just felt cute.
I made the flame a bit brighter.
Hoping it wouldn't be too hot.
Maybe because of that intent, the flame didn't feel scorching.
Willpower is key in magic.
Didn't Lieselotte say?
Magic uses will as a catalyst.
Anyway, I lit up that spot with the flame.
Finally, the slit revealed.
An inverted triangle of pubic hair neatly trimmed.
Below it, her pussy dripping sticky fluid like saliva.
Helen said her privates were ugly, but that was just lame modesty.
It was beautiful like artwork.
Enough to keep dirty thoughts at bay for a while.
A tight straight line.
Smooth and soft.
'Stay there.'
I commanded the flame.
It hovered in place at the perfect spot.
Using my fingers.
I gently spread her labia left and right.
Love juices gushed out from her vagina.
Red inner flesh.
And the fluids it secreted.
All too stimulating.
Plus, it'd been so long.
No chance to touch a woman since the underground prison.
"St-staring like that is too embarrassing..."
Helen grumbled again.
"Lick."
I licked with my tongue unthinkingly.
Target: clitoris.
A light tongue touch on the decent-sized one.
"Kyaaah...!"
Helen's hips twisted like a seizure.
Almost like twerking.
Soon, full cunnilingus began.
Face buried in her crotch, I loved her pussy with lips and tongue.
"Haa... there... no, a bit lower..."
Helen, who'd shied away from embarrassment.
Once the caressing started, she made bold demands.
Maybe because she was married.
No hesitation.
Plus, it was helpful.
With Anna, I'd just followed instinct.
Not now.
Pinpointing the spots.
Caressing with the right tongue pressure.
It felt like 10 minutes passed.
Her already slick pussy.
Now it was a flood.
Sticky juices flowed endlessly, soaking the chrysanthemum flower and drenching the entire bed sheet.
"Got any spare bed sheets?"
Helen shook her head at my question.
I snapped to.
Bruno returning in two days.
He'd figure out what happened seeing the soaked sheets.
"Because of Bruno?"
I nodded at Helen's question.
"Don't worry about that. Bruno's gonna die by your hand."
"..."
I was speechless for a moment.
Bruno dying by my hand?
He was trash, sure.
But murder didn't sit right.
I'd never killed anyone.
For someone like me to kill.
Not easy.
High chance of screwing up.
"Honey."
Suddenly Helen called me honey.
Didn't hate hearing it.
Felt affectionate, nice.
"Yeah."
"If you're not up for it, leave it to me."
"Let's think about that slowly. We've still got time."
It hadn't even happened yet.
Worrying ahead was foolish.
Better to focus on the sex right in front of me.
My cock was swollen to bursting.
Time to enter.
First, I rubbed against the slit.
Pre-cum leaked.
But not enough to lube my huge cock.
So coating it in Helen's juices.
Heart pounding hard.
Betrayal thrill too.
Bruno might be trash.
But Helen was still married.
Guilt wasn't huge though.
Anticipation rose.
Maybe sex with Helen would lead to reuniting with Lieselotte.
If so.
What magic would I learn this time?
Hopefully a ranged attack spell.
Stun's destructive power was good.
But useless without getting close.
Fire Bolt or Fireball would be perfect.
Thinking that.
I slowly pushed in the meat stick.
Glancing up.
Helen's face came into view.
She bit her lips tight.
Face set with firm resolve.