<div class="floatleft">(https://m.media-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BNTIzOGEzYzQtMzVkYy00Y2JiLThmZDUtODFkODJjNmUxZGM3XkEyXkFqcGdeQXVyOTYwOTMwNjk@._V1_.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena: Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Loose fitted, cream cotton shirt, warm grey leggings (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/dd/bc/35/ddbc35e511857f0ae8fa6fc922d58b30.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>About 8:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Brion and Helena’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Girlfriend materiel shit<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Brion; Closed<br/><hr/>She realized after a few minutes of allowing the shower to flow over her, standing there naked and doing nothing under the water, that she was actually waiting in expectation for Brion to come in and join. It came as a mild shock to Helena that she had so quickly turned from viewing him as an indifferent political friend to someone she could, well....do things to against the cool tile wall. It was why she offered to wait after the Mission, her own expectations at the moment actually hypocritical as her more primal desires reared their ravenous head. Fleshly passion was complicated; Helena knew that better than most coming from a country where it was encouraged rather than shamed, enflamed rather than suppressed. She didn’t like it, but she couldn’t blame him for his primal drives any more than she could blame herself for her own, and so with a sigh she washed herself down.<br/><br/>Soon the bathroom was perfumed by more scents, a new one this time of grapefruit and hibiscus as she shaved everything for....you know....<em>just in case</em>, and shutting the water off, Helena toweled off her body before conditioning her sodden hair and warm skin. Brion seemed to have taken her advice by going to the gym, wondering if this “pent-up energy” he kept referring to was sexual or not. But despite her profound curiosity and need to find out, she resolved herself to maintain pure intentions. Like she said: they would have more time and better headspace after the Mission the following day. Besides, this could just be a reigniting of past, or in her case,<em>unrealized</em>feelings—they had never<em>actually</em>worked together on a professional level. Were they in tuned in other ways? Or were they just two attractive lonely people who happened to fall into each other’s laps at a convenient time? Helena found herself hoping for the former, and fearing the latter, but the next day would answer both.<br/><br/>Walking to her side of the bed, the woman put on some casual loungewear and then crawled back under the unmade sheets from that morning to fall on the pillow with a sigh. She didn’t mean to fall asleep for as long as she did, clearly more tired than expected, but she mildly woke up when the scent of seawater entered the room. Brion’s lips caressed her forehead, and the corner of her lips twitched upward in a small subconscious smile as he pulled the covers up to her neck before leaving. And for a few hours, Helena snoozed and relaxed, allowing her mind to recover as her body had done due to Raven’s miraculous aid.<br/><br/>A few hours later, Helena had awoken. And after brushing her teeth from her nap and fingercombing her curling locks, she settled on her bed and took out one of her ultra secret, hidden from everyone, dark delights since she was all alone: a paperback romance novel. The cover had an incredibly muscled man holding a beautifully petite woman in a sunlit gown in his arms, and opening to the chapter she had earmarked last time, Helena began to read:<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b6/38/5c/b6385c7f3b8a557bfee6a6f9d4e1d966.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Prince Giovanni raced up the steps to his beloved's room at the top of the tower, his glistening chest bare, the black riding pants that adorned his powerful legs fitted around the muscles as they bounded him closer and closer to love's sweet embrace. Bursting through the room without knocking her saw her sitting at her vanity, her cherubic face wet with fresh tears as she turned with a gasp.<br/><br/>"My, Lord!" The buxom brunette gasped, a hand upon her magnificent breast as she stood while the Prince approached in a predatory fashion. "What are you doing here? ‘Tis inappropriate for you to be here; is it not your wedding day?"</span><br/></em></span><br/><strong>Yeah, Gio. -Isn't- it?</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>The Prince stopped before the maiden, common to the kingdom but in his world his sun, and cupped her face with his calloused palms. "I cannot marry that woman, Anastasia! I love you! My heart has always loved you! Please run away with me!"<br/><br/>Anastasia began to cry happy tears. "Oh! I love you too!"</em></span></span><br/><br/><strong>Ooooooh, yeah you do, you sexy slut!</strong><br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>But...what about your parents? The King and Queen? They will not approve!"<br/><br/>"I don't care! I need you in my life. Always!" And with that Prince Giovanni kissed his beloved Anastasia, a true kiss of a lifetime that made the woman almost swoon. His rippling muscles pressed to her soft breasts, making her sigh as he softly picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the waiting bed...<br/></em></span></span><br/><strong>Shit, that's right. Fuck her, fuck her right on the bed....</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>The Prince softly caressed her face as his fingers undid her corset strings one at a time, dark eyes studying hers intently with deep devotion and the utmost respect....<br/></em></span></span><br/><strong>Mmmmmm, pin her hands above her head and make her choke on that massive dick!</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>His hands moved to the sleeves on her shoulders and gently pushed them down her arms, exposing her delicate nudity inch by inch, lips kissing everything as Anastasia's sweet skin was exposed, the woman giving an innocent gasp as her hands ran through his long and wavy hair. </em></span></span><br/><br/><strong>Yeeeeeeaaaaah, stick that massive royal cock in her ass and just fuck her over and over and over again! Forget your arranged marriage to that bitch, LeAnne....<em>dumb cunt</em>. Teach this common wench the meaning of cumming and cumming <em>hard!</em> </strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>His hand began to slide down her waist...then her thigh....<br/></em></span></span><br/><strong>Yes.</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>Down under her dress and slowly it rose underneath. <br/></em></span></span><br/><strong>Yes!!</strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>And then he-</em></span></span><br/><br/>The door suddenly opened, in walking Brion, and Helena jumped violently, quickly shoving the romance novel on the other side of the bed against the wall to hide it from him. Her cheeks were flushed and she smiled awkwardly, sitting there randomly in the middle of her bed as if that’s what she had been doing all along and -not- mentally commentating on the smut she was just reading. “Hey....hey.....what’s up?” Her heart thundered, terrified he would ask her what she was hiding. “Youre back! You’re taking a shower? Perfect.”<br/><br/>When he went into the bathroom, Helena waited until she heard water running before reaching down to grab<span class="bbc_u"><em>The Prince’s Passion</em></span>and stuffed it under her mattress as an acceptable hiding spot. She then checked her appearance in the mirror, fluffing up her hair and adjusting her shirt. She had to give herself a little pep talk in the reflection, blowing kisses to herself, winking, repeating over and over again that’s it’s not a big deal....not a big deal.....people go on dates all the time. “‘Ooooooh, stop it’.” She practiced saying in a flirtatious manner, even practicing a cute laugh before clearing her throat and trying again. She frowned at herself, trying to focus, ignoring the fact that this was her first real date<em>ever</em>. “Come on, Helena. You can beat up a group of ten men without breaking a sweat....you can do this!” Just then the water in the shower shut off and she jumped on the bed and laid back casually, crossing her ankles and resting her hands behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling. She was trying to nail being nonchalant.<br/><br/>She nodded when Brion walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but some pretty damning sleep shorts, and when he said he was going to get the food, she glanced at her nails. “Cool.” She stated casually, trying to maintain the act like she hadn’t just been freaking out in the mirror 2 minutes before. While he was gone, Helena turned on the massive tv screen, signed into her Netflix account, and began going through her Continue Watching section. She crawled onto -his- bed as it was the one closer to the television, and sitting cross-legged on the comforter she began searching for something mild.<br/><br/>“<em>Big Mouth</em>? Naw, he might not find that funny.<em>Birdbox</em>? No, too serious.<em>Chef’s Table?</em>That would be cool, but I want something funny.<em>The Office?</em>Perfect.” She clicked on some random season and some random episode, knowing it could be something merely playing in the background while they ate and talked. It was then Brion returned carrying a banquet with the help of his powers, and she jumped up to offer help in clearing the table in the middle for him to put everything down. It looked absolutely delicious, especially the seafood couscous. Helena grabbed a spoon and scooped a mouthful of the traditional bowl and immediately the flavors of tomatoes, chicken broth, and white wine complimented the fresh clams and shrimp perfectly, and she purred while nodding to him. “Fantastic.” Came her compliment as she sat down on the edge of the bed and took the Sprite bottle he grabbed for her. Twisting the cap off, the hiss of carbonated bubbles being released, Helena took a sip while the low volume of Scranton’s best business played in the background. “What really made you want to start cooking, Brion?” Sweet! He made pizza with her three favorite toppings! Mushrooms, pepperoni, and fresh onion. “Was it something that interested you when you were younger? Did you and your mom make brownies together and it was magical?” Shit, it was times like this that she forgot entirely he was of royalty. “Wait....-could- you even make brownies as a kid? Was that something....allowed?” She asked as she snagged a slice of the pizza.