SMASH or PASS

[+15 SP]

How long was it?

Minutes?

Hours?

I wasn’t sure.

I fucked Helena. Countless times. Over and over again.

The air in the bedroom was thick with the musk of arousal and the desperate energy of a woman who had long since abandoned her dignity.

My hands moved from her breasts to her throat for a moment, squeezing just enough to make her whimper before sliding down to her cleavage. I kneaded her heavy breasts roughly, my thumbs flicking over her peaked nipples until she was sobbing with pleasure.

"Aahhh~! Yes~! Squeeze them~! Make them hurt~!❤︎⁠⁠" She moaned, her voice breathy and submissive. She braced her leg higher against my body, the split becoming even more obscene, exposing the slick pink folds of her pussy and the tight, dark furl of her asshole.

But I wasn’t done playing. I spun her around, forcing her down onto the bed. Her ass was thrust high into the air, the fancy white dress was thrown on the ground long time ago, leaving her completely exposed for the last few hours.

I reached down, my fingers finding the tight, puckered ring of her anus. She flinched at first, a gasp escaping her lips, but then she immediately began grinding back against my hand.

The tip of my thumb pressed against the tight ring of muscle, applying gentle, inexorable pressure. I felt her yield slowly, her body opening for me instinctively, hungrily.

Plo~p~❤︎⁠⁠

The sound was obscenely wet as my thumb slid knuckle-deep into her ass. Her back arched violently, a ragged cry tearing from her throat.

"Nngh~! Oh god~! Right there~! Fuck, Noel~!❤︎⁠⁠" I didn’t hesitate, sliding the whole finger inside her ass. She was already slick with anticipation, her body betraying her as she welcomed the invasion. "Ahh~h~! It’s so big~! Even your fingers feel so big inside me~! Fuck~!❤︎⁠⁠"

I began to move my thumb, fucking her tight hole with the digit, scissoring it slightly to stretch her further.

"F-Fuck~❤︎⁠⁠! Oohh god~❤︎⁠⁠! YES~❤︎⁠⁠!" Her eyes rolled back, her mind going blank with the overwhelming sensation. The dual stimulation of my hand on her breast and my thumb in her ass must have been too much. Her pussy gushed, a stream of her arousal trickling down her inner thigh.

I added a second finger, stretching the sensitive muscle. Helena’s hips bucked wildly, her long dark hair whipping across the pillowcase as she cried out in obscene delight. The sensation of being stretched open, of having her most private, taboo orifice invaded, must have sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.

I pointed my cock, the tip already weeping with pre cum. I positioned myself at her entrance, the broad head of my cock pressing against her soaking wet slit. With one powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her.

"GYAAAAAHH~H~!❤︎⁠⁠!" Helena screamed as my girth stretched her to her absolute limit. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her entire body seizing up as I filled her completely.

"So deep~! So deep~! Oh fuck~! Noel~!❤︎⁠⁠! You’re touching my womb~! I can feel you~!❤︎⁠⁠!" She sobbed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. I began to fuck her with relentless, animalistic fury. Each thrust was a thunderclap, My balls slapping against her ass with a wet, rhythmic sound.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

"Ahh~! Nngh~! Fuck~! Yes~! Harder~! FUCK ME HARDER~!❤︎⁠⁠!" Her moans turned into incoherent screams. The contrast between her innocence hours earlier and the raw, degrading way I was ravaging her body drove me to the brink of madness.

I increased the pace, my hips becoming a blur of motion. I was pounding her relentlessly, each stroke driving deeper than the last, hitting her cervix with punishing accuracy. Her pussy clutched at me instinctively, milking my cock with desperate, spasming contractions.

"I’m cumming~! I’m cumming~! Noel~! I’m gonna cum~!❤︎⁠⁠!" Her voice rose to a shriek as her climax took hold. Her inner walls convulsed violently around me, her entire body shaking in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

Her pussy clenched around my cock in violent, milking spasms, gushing another wave of fluid.

"CUMMING~❤︎⁠⁠~⁠~⁠~⁠~❤︎⁠⁠!"

Seeing her come pushed me, once more, over the edge. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging bruises into her pale skin, and delivered three final, devastating thrusts that bottomed out completely.

"Aaaahhh~! Fuck~! it’s cumming inside me again~!❤︎⁠⁠!"

I groaned hoarsely as I erupted inside her again. Hot, thick jets of cum blasted into her, filling her pussy to overflowing. Helena let out a long, broken wail as she felt the heat flooding her, the sensation of being bred making her brain short circuit again.

"Mmmph~! Ahh~! Oh god~! So much~! So warm~!❤︎⁠⁠" She whimpered as I continued to pump into her, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She lay there, spent and ruined, her pussy dripping with my seed as she stared blankly at the ceiling, a smile of pure, corrupted bliss spreading across her face.

Why do I feel a little bad?

Did I accidentally turn that noble lady into a pervert?

Well...

After sleeping a little, let’s take the gold and run. If this kept going I will get drained to death.

◇◇◇

Morning light came through Helena’s curtains in gold strips across the bed.

She was sleeping on her side. Her hair spread across the pillow with the unnatural perfection of someone who arranged it unconsciously even while asleep.

The sapphire pendant was on the velvet tray on the nightstand. She’d removed it during the night and placed it carefully on its spot, because even in the middle of everything, the pendant came first.

The velvet purse was beside the tray. I picked it up. Opened it. Counted. Twenty-five gold coins. Vellmont crest on each one. I put them in my bag.

Her writing desk had paper and ink. I wrote: "Thank you for the funding. I’ll update you on academy progress."

I read it back. It sounded like a receipt. I considered adding something warmer. "Thank you for a lovely evening." "I enjoyed dinner." "The food was delicious."

Didn’t. Adding warmth I don’t feel only creates expectations I can’t meet. She’ll spend three days analyzing every word regardless. In the long run, an honest receipt is less harmful than a white lie.

Also I need to get the fuck out of here. Fast. Before she wakes up.

I placed the note on her pillow. She didn’t wake up.

The tag was still sticking out of her dress collar, draped over the chair where she’d folded it before bed. Even her undressing was organized. Even the tag she’d missed was symmetric.

◇◇◇

The estate was silent at 5 AM. Only some of the servants were around. After rejecting a couple of "The second lady wishes to meet you," and "You should at least have breakfast." I left.

I let myself out through the iron gate. The latch clicked behind me.

Brannock at five in the morning was a different city.

Nobody around. No system prompts either. The streets belonged to the patrol guards, the early bakers (smoke rising from chimneys in the merchant quarter), and the occasional guild courier running pre-dawn deliveries.

My footsteps echoed off cobblestone. I smelled like Helena’s perfume. Her soap. Her sheets. Expensive things are designed to linger. It had soaked into my clothes, my hair, my skin.

I passed Rose’s bakery. The shutters were down. The ovens were warming up inside. I could smell bread beginning. For a moment, I thought about knocking. Buying a loaf. Sitting in the bakery at 5 AM eating bread while the first woman I’d met in Solvraeth did her work around me.

I didn’t knock. I kept walking. The bread would be there later. Helena’s scent wouldn’t fade that fast. So it might raise inconvenient questions.

Speaking of smell...

Fenra would identify every layer of my smell in one breath. Every chemical compound. Every trace. Wolfkin olfactory processing was orders of magnitude beyond human. She wouldn’t just smell Helena’s perfume. She’d smell the specific interactions. The duration. The intensity. Everything that happened compressed into molecular data her biology would decode instantly.

I walked faster. I knew it was pointless. If I stopped, I’d start thinking about what I was walking toward.

The apartment building was quiet. The neighbor’s door was closed. The stairs creaked the same way they always creaked. My door was unlocked because Fenra couldn’t work the lock.

I pushed it open.