SMASH or PASS

Noel kissed her.

For this time, on his own, the lips of Noel touched Helena Vellmont’s.

Her mind short-circuited. All coherent thought dissolved into a white-hot static of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.

His lips were on hers. Really, truly on hers. Not a chaste, polite peck on the cheek, but a real, passionate kiss.

’OHMYGODOHMYGODHE’SKISSINGMEHE’SREALLYKISSINGMEITHOUGHTHE’DNEVERMAKEAMOVE–!’

Although she try her best to remain fully controlled and mask her actions with the elegance of a noble lady, the sudden action shattered her own mask into countless fragments.

A tiny, muffled squeak escaped her as her eyes fluttered shut. For a moment, the perfect lady facade cracked completely, and she melted against him, her hands coming up to clutch desperately at the front of his tunic. Her knees felt dangerously weak.

’He tastes so good. I want more. I want him to shove his tongue down my throat and never stop.’ Helena couldn’t help but think.

When he finally pulled back, she was left gasping, lips swollen and glistening. Her face was a brilliant, mortified shade of scarlet.

"W-wh..." She stammered, trying to regain her composure, but her dazed, hazy expression gave her away completely. "N-Noel ... that was... um... very forward of you..." she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper.

"Eh? but well... I mean we are doing this tonight right?" Noel tilted his head and gave her a puzzled expression.

"Y-yeah well but not this fast... T-theres etiquette for stuff like this!" She said softly, however her mind was already racing with impure thoughts.

’Cute cute cute cute... Noel’s confused face looks so cute I just wanna squeeze him and hold him and violate him- Ah! A lady shouldn’t have such thoughts, go away go away...’ She felt the slickness between her thighs grow, a damp, warm heat that she was desperately thankful her dress hid.

Noel blushed a little. "Sorry this is my first time with a noble lady so..."

"Oh!" She chirped, the sound a touch too high. "You’re so sweet, Noel! Um... then... w-well... No need to apologize!" ’My stupid ego! What if Noel got turned off now!?’ She shivered.

She shifted slightly, her body unconsciously pressing a fraction closer against his hold. "We could... continue now. I didn’t hate it-t I was just a little shy." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I-I’ve never done anything like this before... C-can we continue now?"

Noel nodded. "Sure?"

She didn’t wait another second. Her hand, trembling slightly, shot out and closed around his wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong for someone who looked so delicate.

’He said yes. He wants to do it with me. This is it. This is finally happening. Don’t faint, Helena, don’t you dare faint!’

She slowly moved his arm into her soft butt. "Y-you... you are sure?" she echoed, her voice a husky, breathless thing. She leaned into his touch, her hips giving an involuntary, tiny grind against his hand. The damp heat between her thighs was now an undeniable, throbbing ache.

Noel remained in his blank expression as he began undressing her.

She didn’t resist as he began to undress her. She helped, her clumsy fingers fumbling with the ties of her own gown, eager to be rid of the barrier. The cool night air from the window kissed her exposed skin and her shoulders, the swell of her breasts barely contained by her lingerie, her flat stomach.

When the dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her delicate underthings, she shivered. Not from cold, but from the raw vulnerability and burning desire. She looked up at him, her body trembling, her eyes dark and pleading.

Noel whispered into her ear, "Get on your knees~"

The command, whispered against her lips with such dark, sweet promise, sent a violent tremor through her. Her eyes flew wide for a second, a mix of shock, awe, and raw, unhinged excitement.

’On my knees... he wants me on my knees... like in the books I’ve read... oh gods, it’s really happening...’

Her breath hitched. She didn’t speak. She simply sank, her body obeying before her mind could fully process the delicious shame of it. The cool stone of the room bit into her knees, a sharp contrast to the fire raging inside her. She looked up at him from her lowered position, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression a perfect blend of innocent devotion and filthy, hungry anticipation.

"For you," she breathed, the words a sacred vow. Her hands rested on her own thighs, waiting, trembling.

Noel slowly took his pants off.

Her eyes went impossibly wide, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of hazel remained. A choked, guttural sound escaped her, a raw, visceral noise of pure awe and terror and want.

’OH MY GOD. IT’S HUGE. IT’S SO BIG AND HARD AND... IT’S FOR ME. THAT’S GOING INSIDE ME. I’M GOING TO DIE.’

She stared, transfixed, her mouth slightly agape. Her mind, usually so full of frantic, dirty thoughts, went blank and white with shock. Her body, however, reacted instinctively. A fresh, hot flood of warmth soaked through her already damp undergarments, and a tremor ran through her kneeling form.

"B-by the gods..." she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of reverence and sheer, unadulterated panic. "N-Noel... i-it’s... magnificent. B-but..." She swallowed hard, her innocent eyes flicking from his face to his hard, thick shaft and back again. "C-can I... can I touch it? Please?"

"Suit yourself." Noel nodded with his usual dead expression.

Permission granted. A jolt of pure, feral excitement shot through her.

’I get to touch it. I get to put my hands on him. Be careful, Helena, be good for him...’

With trembling, reverent hands, she reached out. Her fingers, cool and soft, brushed against the heated, velvet-over-steel length of him. A soft gasp escaped her lips at the contact, at the sheer, potent size of him.

"H-holy..." she breathed, her touch growing bolder, curling around him. She marveled at the weight, the pulsing heat, the way his skin moved over the rigid core. Her thumb swiped tentatively over the slick head, spreading the bead of moisture there.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears of overwhelmed emotion. "I... I read about this," she admitted in a shaky whisper, her innocent confession utterly obscene given the circumstances. "But it’s so much more... real. You’re so beautiful, Noel."

Her grip tightened, a shy, experimental stroke following her words.

"Oh... Mmm... Thanks?" Noel said as he blushed a little.

The soft, strained sound he made, a muffled groan of pleasure at her touch... Was the most intoxicating thing she had ever heard. It ignited something primal and desperate in her.

’He’s making noises because of me. I did that. I want to hear more. I want to ruin him.’

"You’re... welcome," she whispered, her voice husky. Emboldened, she leaned forward, her breath ghosting over the sensitive tip. She pressed a soft, chaste kiss to the head, her lips lingering for a heartbeat.

"Does... does that feel good?" she asked, peering up at him from beneath her lashes, the picture of demure inquiry while her mouth hovered mere inches from his hard, flushed flesh. "I want to make you feel good, Noel. Tell me what to do."

Noel smiled, "Well... it would be nice if you slowly sucked it with your tongue while using both arms to gently jerk it."

Her heart hammered against her ribs so hard she was sure he could hear it. His words, so direct and instructional, painted a vivid, lewd picture in her mind.

’He wants my mouth. On his cock. He wants me to suck it. Oh gods, I’ve never... but I want to. I want to taste him.’

A soft, whimpering sound escaped her. She nodded, her expression one of determined, eager obedience. "I-I’ll try my best," she breathed.

Hesitantly, she opened her mouth, letting her tongue dart out to swipe a tentative, wet stripe along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip. The taste was salty, musky, uniquely him... it flooded her senses. She shivered, a fresh wave of arousal soaking her panties.

Then, with a courage she didn’t know she possessed, she wrapped her lips around the swollen head and took him into her mouth, sinking down slowly as her hands, trembling slightly, began a gentle, synchronized stroking motion along the length she couldn’t yet accommodate. Her eyes squeezed shut, focusing entirely on the monumental task of pleasing him.