Sister Helen," Ravina muttered, voice sharp enough to cut glass—"no need to worry about it." She moved in closer, fingers clamped so tight on that soaked leather you'd think she was trying to snap it in two. "I met Dexter when we went to find food. And I caught him."
A cold smile twisted her lips. "He's our prisoner now. So he won't get anything from us. And if he can't heal you—" Her gaze flicked to me, sharp as a blade. "—then we'll kill him. He's useless otherwise."
I froze.
Evil.
The word settled in my chest like a stone.
I had come here thinking of their bodies—their strength, their submission, the way their skin would flush under my hands. I had imagined them kneeling, not by force, but by choice. By need.
But I had forgotten the most important truth of all.
This wasn't the world I knew.
This place? Total jungle—think teeth, claws, every woman for herself. Show a little kindness and you're toast; let your guard down and, well, let's just say "game over."
None of these women were sitting around hoping some knight in shiny armor would come fix things. Nope. They'd rather handle it themselves, thank you very much.
Fine.
But if they wanted a monster?
Then I'd give them one.
A slow, venomous smile curled my lips.
Revenge.
I'd have Helen so desperate, so absolutely wrecked with need, she'd be squirming and whimpering in front of Ravina—fever be damned. Her own body would turn traitor, and all she could do would be gasp and beg, right there, while her sister just stood there, helpless. Honestly, it'd be fun to watch.
I wasn't a saint. I had a temper.
And they had just poked the wrong beast.
Ravina put the wet animal skin into my hands and said. "Here. What are you going to do with it?"
I took it, unfolding the damp hide with deliberate slowness, letting the silence stretch. "I need to wipe her body first."
Ravina's eyes narrowed, but she didn't stop me as I walked toward Helen.
I plopped down next to her—honestly, probably a little too close, but hey, subtlety's never really been my thing. The heat rolling off her? Crazy, I used My Pervert Eyes over her, scanning, calculating.
Oh.
Her points had doubled.
Interesting.
Helen's body was a goldmine—every curve, every flush of fevered skin, every place I could take from her. And Ravina's points had doubled too. Sisters? Maybe. Or just the bond of survival. It didn't matter.
What mattered was the rule I'd just learned:
Once you take the doubled points, the normal points vanish forever.
I'd already seen it with Ruth. After I'd claimed her double points, her body had only left me the scraps—armpits, asshole, lips. The leftover places.
But Helen?
She was fresh.
And Ravina?
Oh, she was going to watch.
I draped the wet skin over my palm, letting the cold water drip between my fingers.
The wet animal skin was heavy in my hand, dripping with cold stream water, the hide still warm from Ravina's grip. I let it drape over my fingers, feeling the weight of it, the way it clung to my skin like a second layer. Helen's breath hitched as I turned toward her, her dark eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else—something she didn't want to name.
"This might feel strange," I murmured, my voice dripping with false sympathy, smooth as oil sliding over naked skin.
Helen's lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them. "What—?"
I didn't answer.
I pressed the damp hide to her collarbone and began to wipe.
Her lips—chapped from the damn fever, but still so insanely soft—barely resisted the scratchy animal skin as I moved it across them. I took my time, kinda obsessing over the small hitch in her breath.
She flinched at the icy water, shivering all over, biting down on her lip like it might keep the sound locked away. My eyes stayed glued to her, mind racing, half concern, half something stupidly hopeful.
"Mmm—!"
A broken little noise, half protest, half something else. Something hungry.
I pressed harder, letting the wet hide smear against her lips, forcing them apart just enough to see the glistening pink of her tongue.
+200.
"Good girl," I murmured.
Her cheeks flushed darker.
I didn't waste time.
My hand slid down, the wet skin dripping onto her chest as I cupped one of her massive tits through the damp hide. Helen gasped, her back arching off the furs, her fingers clawing into the pelts beneath her.
"Aaaah—! N-Nnngh—!"
Her tits were heavy, the weight of them pressing into my palm, the flesh so soft it nearly spilled between my fingers. The fever had made her skin hot, her nipples dark and painfully hard, straining against the damp hide as I squeezed.
"Fuck," I breathed.
I pinched her nipple through the wet skin.
Helen jerked, a broken moan tearing from her throat. "Hmmmm—! S-Stop—! Ah—! Nnngh—!"
Her nipple was thick, the bud swollen with heat, the flesh around it puckered and sensitive. I twisted just enough to make her whimper, her hips lifting off the furs in a helpless little roll.
+400 for the tits. +800 for the nipples.
"Look at you," I growled, my voice rough. "Such a good little patient."
Her chest heaved, her tits jiggling with every ragged breath, her nipples aching under my touch.
I glanced at Ravina.
She was frozen, her dark eyes wide, her fingers curled into fists at her sides. "W-What are you—?"
"Helping," I said, my voice smooth. "Now hold her arm up."
Ravina hesitated--a moment--then stepped forward. She took hold of Helen by the wrist and uplifted her arm so as to reveal the damp, dark crevice of her armpit.
The stench hit me first.
Sweat. Musk. It was the raw, sweaty smell of a woman who was pushed to extremes.
Black, rough, sticky curls, tumbled and knotted together, filled up the armpit, which was as sleek with fever-sweat, and the skin under it was as sensitive as the ones on the breasts. I dragged that wet hide through the thick hair, making sure I pressed down to cause her to hiss.
"Hmmm—! D-Don't—! Ah—! It's—! Nnngh—!"
Her body twisted, but Ravina held her firm, her grip bruising. The wet skin caught on the curls, tugging just enough to make Helen gasp, her thighs pressing together.
I did not miss the fact that Ravina snorted as I crossed to the opposite side, repeating the action, another 200 in the pocket.
"You are so dirty, Elder Helen," I said, with approval. "I can smell you." Her face burned crimson.
Helen was now panting, with her chest heaving up and down in sharp, uneven gasps. I trailed my fingers down to the wetness that dripped on her stomach as I circled her belly button.
The skin there was soft. Too soft. The fever had made her sensitive; every touch amplified. I rubbed the wet hide into the shallow hollow of her belly, and pulled it down--a good way down--to make her shake.
"Hmmmm—!"
I could see the twitching of Helen's body; she had huddled her thighs and was gasping. It was not simply a need she made but a cry of desperation as her body reacted whilst her mind protested.
I slid my finger down to her navel.. and touched her navel... pressing it.
"Ah—! N-Nnngh—! P-Please—!"
+100.
Damn, the place absolutely reeked—sweat for sure, but there was something kinda wild in the air, too. Heavy, musky, sweet in a way that made Ravina's head spin.
She just stood there, stiff as hell, nails digging little dents into her own arms. She couldn't stop watching Helen twist and shudder on that sorry excuse for a cot, like she was fighting her own body and losing, hard.
Helen looked like she'd just fought her way out of a mosh pit—hair plastered to her sweaty face, breath ragged, chest hammering almost obnoxiously loud. Her thighs were squeezed so tight, you'd think she was guarding some sort of national secret down there.
Every so often, her hips did this twitchy, urgent little move—like she was trying to find relief in thin air. Honestly, the girl seemed two seconds from absolutely losing it.
"Helen—" Ravina's voice cracked in the middle, all tangled up with nerves and curiosity that honestly, she didn't want to think about too much. Her eyes darted up to Helen's red, desperate face, then back down—God, she was blushing for her—to the hips jerking off the mattress. "Are you—are you actually feeling better, or is he just making it worse?"
Helen's mouth fell open, but nothing really came out, just this restless pant. There was sweat beading up in the tight curls between her legs, clinging everywhere, and you could literally see the pulse between the folds of her pussy. She finally rasped something out, voice shaking so bad Ravina almost missed the words.
"It... it does feel better... but—" A sharp inhale cut her off as another wave of heat rolled through her. "Gods, Ravina, it itches... deep inside my pussy, like something's... crawling under my skin."
Ravina's face twisted in horror. She turned to me, her cheeks flushed with anger. "What in the hell are you doing to her?!" Her voice dropped to a hiss.
"Her body is still burning, and now her—" She gestured wildly toward Helen's spread legs, "—her pussy is itching like that? Are you healing her, or are you harming her like this?"
I smirked, letting my gaze linger on Helen's glistening slit. Innocent little fools. "Of course I'm healing her," I said smoothly, stepping closer. "I told you—heat like this needs an outlet. And a woman's pussy is the most sensitive conduit for expelling excess energy."
Ravina's mouth opened and closed, her outrage momentarily stolen by the sheer absurdity of my explanation. "That—that's the most ridiculous thing I've ever—!"
"Is it?" I cut in, crouching beside Helen. "Look at her." I traced a finger along the inside of Helen's thigh, watching as her muscles tensed, her pussy lips twitching in response. "Her clit is swollen, her folds are flushed dark pink—almost purple in places. That's not just heat, Elder Ravina. That's her body begging for release."
Helen let out this tiny whimper, hips sorta lifting up when my finger barely brushed through those slick curls above her. She was dripping—like, literally, one lazy droplet just hanging there, glistening, almost taunting. The smell hit me: sweet, sure, but with this wild tang, sharp enough to make me dizzy. Honestly? I was hooked.
Ravina's breath hitched as she noticed the way Helen's pussy pulsed, the inner lips parting slightly with every desperate shift of her hips. "Y-you can't just—!"
"I can," I murmured, pressing my thumb against Helen's outer lips, spreading them just enough to expose the slick, dark pink flesh beneath. "And I will."
Helen gasped, her fingers clawing at the cot. "Nngh—!"
"See?" I said, glancing up at Ravina with a knowing smirk. "She's already responding. But it's not enough. The heat is still trapped inside her." I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over Helen's soaked folds. "Her pussy is clenching, trying to push it out... but it needs help."
Helen didn't fight, not even a little. She dropped her knees even wider, just begging for it, breaths coming in these broken, hungry little gasps. "P-please..." She barely got it out; her voice shot to hell. "It hurts... but it feels so strange..... making me feel.. aah.. itchy."
I didn't hesitate. I gripped her hips, my palms pressing her asscheeks, feeling the way her muscles quivered under my touch. Another 200
points. Helen moaned as I lifted her slightly, tilting her pelvis up to give me a better view of her dripping cunt.
"Fuck," Ravina breathed, her own thighs pressing together.
Didn't even bother looking at her. Seriously, all I cared about was Helen—those soft folds twitching when I breathed out, her clit practically begging for something, swollen and pulsing like it had its own damn heartbeat. Ran my finger through slickness, easy, tracing slow circles at her entrance, just teasing with the very tip while she basically melted.
"AAAH—!" Helen's back bowed off the cot, her fingers tangling in the sheets. Her pussy clamped around my finger, the walls hot and slick, pulsing as if trying to drag me deeper. The points exploded—800.
"H-Helen!" Ravina stumbled forward, her voice thick with concern—and something else. Something hungrier. "Does it—does it hurt?"
Helen shook her head frantically, her dark hair sticking to her forehead. "N-no... It's just... so much Like I'm going to—nngh—burst!"
I curled my finger inside her, pressing against the spongy flesh of her front wall. Helen screamed, her pussy gushing around me, her juices dripping down to the cot beneath her. "Not yet, you're not," I murmured, withdrawing my finger with a wet pop. "But you will... if we don't get this heat out."
Ravina barely managed to breathe, her chest rising and falling so lightly, you'd think she was afraid to move at all. She couldn't tear her gaze away from Helen—especially down there, watching the way Helen's pussy practically fluttered in the empty air, like it was actually missing my fingers. "Wh-what are you even talking about?" Ravina stammered, voice all uneven and shaky.
I wiped my slick fingers on Helen's thigh, leaving a glistening trail. "Her pussy isn't releasing the heat fast enough. There's a blockage—deep inside her pussy." I met Helen's dazed, lust-blown gaze. "We need to open her up. Stretch her pussy wide. Force the heat out."
Helen's lips parted. "W-what...?"
"Something inside your pussy," I said, pressing my thumb to her entrance again, teasing her with the barest pressure. "Something thick enough to push against that blockage. To milk the heat out of you."
Helen's pussy rippled at the words, her inner lips fluttering. "I-inside me...?"
"Yeah." Didn't even bother waiting for her to come up with some excuse. I got to my feet and yanked out my leaf skirt.
Ravina's eyes damn near popped at my dick, which was already getting there thanks to Helen's soaked pussy on display. I grabbed my cock, gave it a lazy stroke. "See this?" I grinned, cock heavy in my fist. "I'm about to fuck that needy little heat right outta you."