<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DZJETlz.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>NAME:</strong>Helena || Huntress<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Naked<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Monday, August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>11:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the shower...<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>...with Brion<br/><strong>TAGGING: </strong>Brion; CLOSED<br/><hr/>Coconut scented conditioner clung it’s way down her cleansed strands as she continuously stood with her back towards the water. Eyes closed with her sculpted arms high, Helena propelled the rinsing as it rained down and away along the curve of her spine, and the smoothness of her thighs and calves. She was lost in the immediate moment of relief so much so that the sound of the door was unheard, and the approach was not realized until Brion ripped the shower curtain to the side. The wet woman inside spun around with a gasp, her mindset in safety so she didn’t react too drastically by attacking him in violent instinct. But the sight of him still sent her heartbeat into overdrive.<br/><br/>“B-Brion...?”<br/><br/>It shouldn’t have come as too much of a surprise. Her conditions had been met, their first Mission over, and there were few things more indulging than sensual release after an adrenaline-induced, close death call—or so she had been told. But it was much more than that here. The sheer look of intensity on Brion’s face was more than a mere desire to fuck the pent-up energy from his system; it was the need to connect back to the reality that this new life of theirs was all things: intense, beautiful, and deadly.<br/><br/>Helena swallowed deeply, her wide violet eyes matching his through the thin mist before her curious gaze couldn’t help but drop down the length of his naked form. There was not a single scratch, mark, or bruise on him, his super healing taking care of that in his sleep, just inch after inch...mile after mile of taut, lightly bronzed skin that was stretched tightly across a body honed and ready for physical battle. The compulsion to keep going was overwhelming, and so she did, heated gaze flowing over his cut abdomen, down the thin trail of brown hair under his belly button to his-<br/><br/>“Hh-oooooh,<em>my god</em>...” Helena didn’t get the chance to say much else as suddenly Brion had her against the tile wall behind her so savagely that a plume of plaster dust exploded around her shoulders as he cracked the wall from his strength. The woman grunted upon impact, blinking up at him with wet, thickly spiked eyelashes, the lift of her chin inviting the kiss that followed. Eyes closing the moment their lips met, Helena wrapped her slender arms around Brion’s neck. Her wet breasts flattened upon his hard chest, the shower water above them drenching their hair and forcing the kiss to become even wetter. Cocking her head to the side, the oral exchange was deepened, and Helena parted her lips in a way that invited Brion to do the same. Fingers curled over the top of his scalp, deep in his sodden dark hair as their mouths ground so hard against the other their teeth clinked.<br/><br/>There were no instructions, no words, just a visceral, physical dance that seemed to be answered by the other perfectly. Her core ached, her chest heaved, and her cheeks were flushed in a way that could not be attributed only to the hot steam that surrounded them. It was then Brion lifted her with ease, hooking under her thighs and spreading her legs in an inviting entrance that he clearly had no intention of refusing. The deliciously pink labia between Helena’s thighs parted naturally from the position he pressed her in, and under the manicured, landing strip of dark curls he could catch the sight of her swollen clit directly at the apex. It hardly took any maneuvering to get her aligned just so before he slowly dropped her down the length of him. It was a rich, decadent descent until the lips of her pussy kissed the thickened base of his shaft.<br/><br/>Helena broke the kiss at that moment to let out the deepest, sexiest groan ever to pass through her throat, her head tilted back as her eyes were tightly squeezed shut and her full lips were in a wide O shape.<br/><br/>It was a tight fit, an incredibly snug entry as she hadn’t been with anyone in years, the entire internal channel gripping Brion from tip to shaft with the power of greed. Helena panted wildly, her dripping breasts rising and falling with the diaphragmic motion as her hands danced from his shoulders to the sides of his neck. After a few moments of respite, her body quickly becoming warmer and slicker for him as it became acclimated to his size, Helena brought her head forward to make eye contact with Brion. The most tender, soft looking expression was on her face, so gentle it was almost out of character as she cupped his head and kissed him again. Those lips quickly moved to the corner of his mouth when he pulled back, however, Helena silent on the retreat, but when he thrust forward -that- forced the explosive<em>”Ah!”</em>to come out.<br/><br/>Cheek to cheek, chest to chest, warm water droplets bouncing off of his shoulders, Helena was pinned back against the wall and the equally unforgiving Brion before her. Her left arm banded across his back, nails involuntarily curling into the skin there as she gripped his hair with the other. And as he fucked her with an almost punishment vide, he forced every sound in the book from her directly down his ear. Gasping, moaning, whimpering, Helena even screamed a vile curse that echoed against the tile walls when she curled forward at one point and the tip of him hammered into her cervix in such a way it made her pointed toes curl.