<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DZJETlz.jpg)</div><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, to the floor...<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>...with Brion<br/><strong>TAGGING: </strong>Brion; CLOSED<br/><hr/>The deep, masculine, baritone groan that emulated from Brion’s chest sent shivers down Helena’s spine to such an extent she bucked against him. She shuddered, her eyes clouded over as her body was filled up to an almost painful degree. Men weren’t made like him anymore and the position she was in forced her to take it all, every thick inch, stretching the walls of her feverish pussy to the limit. Every move she made ground his cock directly against her inner sensitive spot, and his pelvic bone brushed against her clit forcing a breathless gasp to be pushed from her lips. Long nails curled marks down his back, making marbled patterns before healing immediately, and Helena made an abrupt sound of shock when Brion held her aloft and pulled away from the wall.<br/><br/>He shut the shower water off with his powers, but the steam and warmth accumulated in the bathroom kept her warm as he turned around with her still wrapped around him. There was a slight chill that caressed her wet body when the door was opened, and turning to bury her face in the warm, scented portion of his neck, Helena expected to soon feel the soft plushness of the bed at her back. Her legs were tightly wound around his waist, ankles hooked together to keep their cores locked within the other’s. There was a shocked gasp when Brion all bit collapsed upon her against the carpeted floor, and with an almost merciless way, igniting an entirely new set of reactions from her.<br/><br/>The floor did not bend under his onslaught above her, forcing Helena to take everything Brion thrust up inside her. Her sodden locks dripped onto the carpet and surrounded her upturned face like a dark halo, nipples hard as pearls from the moist conditioned air wafting over them.<br/><br/>“Jesus....Christ-<em>fuck</em>!” Helena’s eyes rolled back at one point. Her toned arms flew out to the sides, then swept above her head looking for something— anything—that she could hold onto. But there was nothing but empty, open floor. Her eyes met his from below, full lips licked slowly as harsh huffs were forced from between them, and her brows furrowed almost as if she were in pain. There was a portion of her brain that registered the burn at her shoulder blades as Brion thrust-fucked her across the harsh fabric at her back, but it was heavily ignored.<br/><br/>This was a new side of him, a side never before seen of Brion. He was always mild tempered, calm, and serene. Sex to her had always been just some sort of shruggable human activity before this, a thing of little interest, but with Brion she could tell it was turning into a true hobby/stress-reliever. This man had found her clit, G-spot, and every erogenous zone on her body within minutes, and he was being so fucking ruthless about it she had actually began to wonder if she personally offended him during their mission. Brion was now insistent, aggressive, borderline<em>rude</em>when it came to fucking her, disobeying repeated and direct orders to “stop, wait, please!”<br/><br/>He didn’t.<br/><br/>There was a build growing, one she hadn’t felt before, and it had her arching her back, pressing her breasts against Brion’s hard chest. The position inadvertently tightened her core powerfully and her vaginal walls clamped around his invading length with a power that would make any man pause mid-thrust. A sudden shove onward and Helena gave a sharp cry, her canines out, her black hair swaying. Running her hands down the slope of his back, she feels the flexing muscles as he moves with gradual slick ease within her as her body quickly responds. He groaned he was close, and made a move to pull out of her. Helena’s fingers quickly dropped upon his hard buttocks and she squeezed, yanking his momentum forward, making Brion buck just that much deeper that brings forth a pained chuckle from her parted lips.<br/><br/>“No.” She whispered to his silent question of pulling out. Helena wanted this together, to climax with him, with him deep inside her. Her forehead brushed against his as she panted against Brion’s lips, not letting go of his hips. It was safe anyway, she thought. He had superpowers, and thus couldn’t get her pregnant....<br/><br/>.....right?<br/><br/>It didn’t matter, her mind very clearly elsewhere. Helena cried out loudly towards the ceiling, her body wrapped around him like a steaming glove and it clamped down in aggression, hungry for his climax. “I.....I.....!”<br/><br/>It was the only warning she could verbally give him before the explosive end occurred. Heaving upwards, planting her bare feet flat on the floor and thrusting her hips upwards to meet him, there was a bursting sensation, a mental pop as Helena’s body heaved powerfully. The natural, sensual reaction was illustrious as every muscle in her abdomen quivered and her internal channel gripped Brion’s invading cock with immense force. The gushing orgasmic rush flowed through her, whetting at their locked bases and making his public hair sticky with her release as she shivered in his arms.