Helen's breath snagged, her lashes raking the sheets as she looked at my dick—big, veiny, and maddeningly erect no matter her noxiousness. "What... how is this possible? Your cock still so hard right in front of a dirty woman like me?" Stammering, but her gaze shot with something more intense than embarrassment.
The same question others had asked about my skin—gone, replaced by something unnatural, something that made me a monster in their eyes. But not in hers. Not when her thighs were already parting, her scent thick in the air like copper and lust.
With hardly more than a whisper, Ravina recounted my story as if it were painful. Helen seemed to have forgotten how to breathe properly as she just stared with her mouth hanging open. I was afraid she might faint there for a moment. "Gods," she managed, licking her lips and speaking in a shaky voice.
"It's a pity my and Ravina's pussy has stopped dripping bleeding..." Her gaze dragged up my body, lingering on the swollen head of my cock. "Otherwise, we could've had just...."
Fucking bitch. Even if she was sick, she was still a predator. Still hungry.
Then her expression fractured. Her voice softened, almost pleading. "Are you... Are you really okay with this? Putting that inside me? You must be disgusted just looking at me. You don't have to force yourself."
I knew what she was thinking that I was doing this out of pity. That I was sacrificing something. Like she was worth the cost.
Ravina just stared. Honestly, it was like she forgot how to blink—her gaze zeroed in on my cock, lips parted, barely breathing. The way her chest rose and fell, I could've sworn she was hypnotized by that little droplet at the tip, shiny as hell.
I cleared my throat. " I'm a healer," I said, voice coming out kinda ragged. "And I promised Elder Ravina I'd save you."
Ravina flinched at the title, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Dexter... call me Aunt Ravina." Her fingers twitched toward me, then pulled back. "Thank you. For doing this for Helen. And I swear, I'll take you back to the Kronos Tribe after this. I'm sorry for threatening you."
"It's fine," I lied. The memory of her spear at my shoulder was still fresh. "If this saves her life, I'm willing."
But I wasn't doing it for her.
Helen's breathing? Totally a mess—sharp, uneven, almost desperate. I dragged the head of my cock along her dripping folds, taking my damn time, flicking at her clit, just feather-light, right where she wanted it most, but slow as hell.
Man, that little button was already swollen to hell, poking out and quivering like it couldn't decide if it wanted to hide or beg for more. Every shaky breath she sucked in just made it twitch harder.
"Ah—shit! Fuck—!" Her hips shot up before I'd barely done anything. Yeah, her body was way ahead of us, begging while her brain hadn't even caught up.
My thumb found her clit and didn't exactly hold back—pressing, circling, rough enough she couldn't help but let out this strangled little whimper. "Already dripping for me, huh?" I muttered, voice all dark and low, real close to her ear. "Filthy. Even now, when you should be scared out of your mind."
"N-No, st—!" Her hips jerked like she wanted to get away, but yeah, good luck with that. Her cunt just pulsed harder, slick running down her thighs. Honestly, it was pathetic—hot, though. I kept up—thumb working tighter, faster. Her words just broke apart into a noise that was mostly pure need.
"Y-You—! Ah—! Bastard—!"
I leaned closer, lips barely grazing her ear. "You fucking love this." My other hand clamped on her hip, squeezing so tight I'd probably leave marks for days. My thumb? Still all over her clit—teasing, pressing, those shivery little flicks. Not giving her a single second to catch her breath or squirm away.
"N-Nno—! I—I hate—! Aaaah—!" Her back arched, her nipples hardening against the torn fabric of her dress, her clit throbbing under my touch like a second heartbeat.
I pinched it—hard.
"AAAAH—! FUCK—!" Her entire body convulsed, her pussy gushing a fresh wave of slickness, her inner walls fluttering in anticipation. I released the pressure just enough to let her catch her breath—then slammed two fingers inside her without warning.
"NGH—! TOO—! TOO MUCH—!" Her walls clamped down around my fingers, her clit twitching against my palm as I curled my fingers, dragging them along her front wall—right where I knew her G-spot would be.
"You're dripping, Elder Helen," I growled, my cock aching with the need to replace my fingers. "Your pussy's begging for it. Try to push out all the heat inside it." I twisted my wrist, grinding the heel of my palm directly against her clit while my fingers pumped in and out of her in short, brutal strokes.
"P-Please—! I—I can't—! I'll break—!" Her voice was raw, her thighs trembling, her clit swollen to the point of pain under my relentless assault.
Taking my damn time, I carefully slid my fingers out to make sure she felt every scrape along her needy, soaked heat. didn't hurry. Allow her to shiver as she twists and gasps.
Then, without giving her a chance to catch her breath, I circled swiftly and viciously while applying a firm thumb pressure to her clit. With my cock in hand, I pushed straight up to her door, promising her more.
"Elder Helen, you have to take it.. It's for healing you," I commanded, my voice a dark promise. And you're going to feel on my cock like the needy whore you are.. I said this in my head.
"N-No—! I—I won't—! Ah—! Ah—!"
I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, my cock tearing through her resistance, stretching her ruined pussy wide open. The moment my cockhead breached her cervix, her clit pulsed violently against my thumb, her entire body locking up as I bottomed out inside her.
"AAAAAAAH—! IT'S TOO DEEP—! IT HURTS—!" Her nails raked down my back, drawing juices, but her hips rolled, grinding her clit harder against my thumb, chasing the pain-pleasure like a starving addict.
I didn't stop.
I screwed her hard, my dick thrusting in and out of her ravaged cunt, my thumb smushing her clit in hard, remorseless circles. Each drive jammed a scream from her mouth, her pussy spilling around me, her clit pounding like it would burst.
"You're close," I snarled, my voice rough with effort. "I can feel it. Your clit's pulsing like a fucking heartbeat. Your pussy's milking me." I leaned down, my teeth grabbing her nipple through the fabric, biting down just as I twisted my thumb over her clit—
"AAAAAAH—! I'M—! Aaaaaaaaaahh! DON'T STOP—! PLEASE—! PLEASE—!"
Whew, when she came, it was nuts—her whole body just arched up, nearly threw me off, fingers digging in deep like she was holding on for dear life, her hips bucking all over the place, that little clit of hers going absolutely wild under my thumb.
Swear on everything, I could feel every freakin' pulse—she locked around me, blazing hot, like she was starving for it, sucking me in deeper, just desperate to take all of it. Seriously, she was soaking—just messy, slick all over us, no way you could miss it.
The curse ripped from my throat like a growl—"Fuck—!"—as the heat in my gut twisted into something feral. My balls had drawn up so tight they ached, my cock throbbing like a live wire buried inside her.
I mashed my thumb harder against Helen's clit, grinding in cruel little circles, and she screamed, her back bowing off the bed as I slammed home, my hips flush against her ass.
No more holding back.
My release detonated—thick, scorching ropes of cum blasting deep, painting her insides in pulsing gushes. Each jet hit like a brand, my cock kicking violently, my sac emptying with obscene force. "Nnngh—! Fuck—!" My vision whited out for a second, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as I locked us together, my cum flooding her, drowning her, owning her from the inside.
"AAAAH—! YES—! OH GODS—! IT'S—IT'S TOO MUCH—!" Helen's voice just collapsed, man—she came hard. The way she clenched around me, yeah, you could practically feel that rush ripping right through her. I kept working her clit with my thumb, all swollen and soaking wet, and she just kept coming. Her legs were shaking so badly.
"Your seed—! It's burning me—! Aaaah—! I can feel it—! So deep—! So hot—!" Her words dissolved into a wet, gagging moan as another wave of cum splattered against her cervix, her body milking me for every last drop.
I didn't stop.
Not when her legs went weak. Not when her breath turned to ragged, sobbing gasps. Not even when my cock finally twitched, spent, still buried in her ruined cunt—her walls fluttering around me, desperate, like she couldn't bear to let me go.
But she hadn't squirted.
With a wet, obscene sound, I pulled out—and the moment my cock left her, it happened.
Torrents of cum poured out of her open pussy, so thick and white it dropped in heavy ropes down her ass, and it fell on the stone bed beneath hers.
The noise, slick and dripping and glorious, made my spent dick itch to get hard again. Her lips had been swollen, stretched as a broken faucet, and leaking like a broken faucet, cum oozing out in slow, obscene drip, her inside walls clenching on nothing, attempting to retain it but without success.
"This... this much...?" Ravina's voice was hoarse, her eyes wide as she stared at the mess. "It's—it's enough to breed a dozen women—!" She swallowed hard, her gaze flicking between Helen's dripping cunt and the growing puddle beneath her.
Helen was gasping like she'd just run a marathon, honestly, chest rising and falling so hard you'd think she might just lift off. Sweat stuck her hair to her forehead—yep, glistening all over, looking like she'd survived a storm and not, well, that. Ravina reached over, a worried frown scrunching her brow, hand landing gently on Helen's forehead.
"Sister Helen, are you—?" she tried, but nope, Helen wasn't answering, just made this tiny, strangled noise—like a puppy having a wild dream. She was shaking head to toe, legs all jelly, the aftershocks still hitting her hard.
"Why isn't she healed yet?" Ravina's voice cracked, her fingers digging into Helen's shoulder. "You said—you said this would—!"
I chuckled darkly in my head.
Of course, she isn't healed.
I kept my face serious, solemn, as I reached out, trailing a finger through the cum slicked between Helen's thighs. "Her condition is far worse than I thought."
I pushed two fingers inside her—slow, deliberate—and her body jerked, a broken gasp spilling from her lips. "The heat... It's still there." I curled my fingers, dragging them out coated in my cum and her juices, letting her see the filthy proof. "I'll need to... extract it differently."
"Then do it!" Ravina snapped, her voice raw.
I already had.
While they were distracted, I'd pulled up the Supermarket Store—scrolled past the cheap fever medicines, the basic healing potions. No. If I was going to play, I was going to play right.
The Virus Immunity Injection had cost me 100 pervert points—a pinprick needle, glowing faintly, filled with something far more potent than mere medicine. No generic fever medicine. If this were viral, I wasn't taking chances. And if it wasn't? Well. I don't want to hurt her.
And if it wasn't a virus?
Well.
A man could only live so many lives. Might as well indulge in the ones he got.
The needle was in my system storage, ready to be used, my gaze dropping to Helen's cum-drenched pussy—still leaking, still throbbing, her lips parted like a whore's after a long, hard fuck.
Then I looked at Ravina.
Her tits were jiggling, her nipples hard, her thighs pressed together like she was fighting her own arousal. Her tongue darted over her lips, her eyes glued to the mess between Helen's legs.
"Aunt Ravina." My voice was low, rough, and commanding. "I need your help."
She froze. "W-What?"
I gestured to Helen's pussy—still weeping cum, still glistening, her inner walls peeking obscenely with every twitch. "Lick my seed out of her." A pause. "All of it."
Ravina's face burned. "W-What?!"
Helen whined, "S-Sister, I—I can't—!"
"S-Sister—!" Helen whined, her hands flying to cover her face, her body trembling. "N-No—! Don't—! It's dirty!" But her hips twitched, her pussy clenching around nothing, begging for more.
"It's for your own good," Ravina hissed, but her voice wavered. She was already moving, already kneeling, her hands trembling as she spread Helen's thighs wider.
The first lap of her tongue was hesitant—just the outer lips, tasting the cum slicked there. Helen gasped, her body jerking. "Aaaah—! It's—too sensitive—!" But Ravina didn't stop.
"Mmm—" A low, hungry sound escaped her as she licked again, deeper this time, her tongue pressing against Helen's entrance. The sound—wet, sloppy, desperate—made my cock throb.
"That's it," I growled, stepping closer, my hand finding Helen's tits, pinching her nipple until she moaned. "Get it all out."
Ravina obeyed.
Her tongue plunged inside, swirling, scooping out thick globs of my cum, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed. "Mmm—! Nngh—!" She wasn't just licking anymore—she was fucking Helen's pussy with her tongue, digging for every last drop, her own pussy dripping onto the sheets.
Helen was a wreck—"Aaaah—! Sister—! It's too much!"—her hips bucking, her nipples rock-hard, her body trembling as Ravina ate her out, cleaned her, worshipped the mess I'd made.
And gods, the sight of it—
Ravina's tongue, glistening with my cum, Helen's juices. Helen's pussy, still gaping, still leaking, her walls fluttering around nothing. The obscene sounds—slurping, gasping, wet, filthy moans—
I couldn't take it.
My hand shot out, gripping Ravina's hair. "Aunt, you need to clean Deeper," I ordered, pushing her face against Helen's soaked cunt. "Get every drop."