“Are you okay, Alex?” Helena asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, panting a little, looking down at her. He was currently sitting on the counter in Aurora’s bathroom, because it was about high enough for a seven-foot woman to kneel down and give you a blowjob.
Helena stuck her tongue out and dragged it up the bottom of his dick. “You seem like you’re in pain.”
“I am,” he replied, “but it’s fine, just...keep going.”
“Well, I suppose orgasms are natural painkillers,” she murmured, and then leaned forward and put his dick back into her big mouth.
“Oh...fuck,” he whispered as the pleasure hit him like a hammer.
This is exactly what he needed after all the crap he’d been through recently. Although he’d certainly been getting it enough from Brianna and Aurora lately, which was fantastic, but he had actually really missed Helena. She had been busy in the week that had passed since she’d saved his damned life. Well, technically a week had passed since she’d come to visit him in the hospital, but the fact that a day and a half had passed between those two events was still messing with him, since he’d been unconscious the entire time.
She stopped sucking him off and spat a huge gob of spit onto the head, then wrapped one large fist around it and began massaging it, making him groan and tense, then grunt in pain. Tensing his leg still hurt.
“You want to bust twice? Once in my mouth, once in my pussy?” she asked, looking up at him with her brilliant blue eyes. She had chopped off most of her bright blonde hair since last he’d seen her, and it was a really sexy look.
“Yes, definitely,” he replied.
She laughed. “Figured.”
The way it felt as she massaged just the head, squeezing firmly but carefully, lit the whole thing up with total bliss, and he knew he was close. Which was fine, because all the women he hooked up with seemed interested in shorter blowjobs than longer ones. Helena put it back in her mouth and began bobbing her head again, dragging her lips lovingly across the head again and again. Alex felt a strong sense of strangeness as he watched her work. She was topless now, wearing only some cargo pants that had been ripped off high up on the thigh, and her huge boobs looked just fantastic, swaying gently as she sucked his dick.
Before hooking up with Brianna, and even for awhile after that, honestly, he never thought that he would get his dick sucked and then ridden by an honest-to-goodness Valkyrie. A real, seven-foot-tall, badass and built Valkyrie. Let alone one who was several hundred years old. But Helena liked him, or seemed to, or at least was doing him and/or Brianna a favor.
Either way, after all the fucking shit that had happened to him recently, he was just letting himself enjoy this whole experience. He needed it.
And speaking of enjoying…
“Oh fuck, Helena,” he groaned, “gonna...pop!”
He cried out as he started coming. Helena moaned, cupping his balls in one huge hand and gently massaging them, and he groaned loudly in response. She worked his cock like a professional, letting it twitch and spasm and jerk in between her luscious red lips as he emptied his seed into her mouth. Each contraction of his dick sent a fresh spurt of seed into her mouth and a new pulse of unmitigated bliss careening through his body, like a wave of intensely pink light. He moaned loudly, panting, lost completely in the timeless place of an orgasm, his hand resting on top of her head. The pain in his leg seemed distant and wonderfully faraway.
“Oh, Helena! Oh my fucking...oh, Helena it feels so fucking good!” he moaned incoherently as she sucked him totally dry. He leaned back against the mirror above Aurora’s sink, hand on her head, feeling her soft, warm hair against his skin, and the absolute totality of orgasmic rapture. Helena sucked it all out and then slowly pulled him out of her mouth.
“There, feel better?” she asked, gently laying a hand on his bad leg, over the bandage. Her touch was warm and comforting.
“Much,” he managed, panting. “That was a really good one.”
“You sure came enough,” she replied. He just nodded, getting his breath back. She stood up and stretched, popping her neck loudly. “So where are they? I thought for sure they’d want to be here, watching us fuck.”
“Uh, they went on a grocery run,” Alex replied, but he felt a sense of unease slip into him as he said it. She had a point, and on top of that, both of them, especially Brianna, had hardly left his side all week.
“Gonna get a drink,” Helena said after a moment, then walked out of the bathroom. Alex lingered a moment longer, then got up carefully and followed her. It felt weird to walk around stark naked in someone else’s apartment, especially with a woman around, but less weird than it had before, especially considering he’d already stuck his cock into Helena before. He found her in the kitchen, draining a bottle of wine.
“What have you been up to?” he asked.
She finished off the bottle and set it on the counter. “Checking in with my friends and colleagues, revisiting my usual haunts, checking up on the apartment I’ve got in town. Well, I say apartment but really it’s an abandoned studio I bought and converted like twenty years ago. Still, no one’s stupid enough to break in there. The usual, basically. What about you? What have you been doing?” she asked.
They began walking into Aurora’s bedroom.
“Well, after we last talked, I was in the hospital for a few days, resting up with Brianna and Aurora. Said goodbye to Emma, you know. I haven’t seen Evangeline, though.”
“Yeah, that’s how she is. Even busier than I am. I think she may come and visit you as a point of pride, because she said she would, but don’t expect too much from her.”
“I kind of figured. But after they released me, I basically just came back here and...I’ve just been chilling out. I haven’t actually left the apartment since coming home.”
“Any reason?” she asked. The question was innocent enough, but he could detect a hint of concern beneath it.
“Mostly my leg,” he said. “The worst of the pain is gone now. I actually forgot about it for a little while after waking up, until I, you know, looked at it.”
He glanced down at his leg. It had this apparently high-tech, or really high-magic, bandage wrapped around it at the break point. It was waterproof and all that, and he didn’t have to change it, so he could shower without a problem, though it did kind of itch sometimes. Honestly, Alex knew that he had no right to complain at all. He knew that without magic, broken bones took months to heal properly, and with most of it in a cast.
“But otherwise, I guess...I haven’t really felt, you know, ready, I guess. To go back out there. It was, uh, the whole thing was a bit much, you know?”
“I understand,” she said.
“Thanks again for...saving my life.”
She laughed softly. “Really it was Evangeline who saved your life, but you’re welcome.”
“Ultimately, I have to leave today whether I’m ready or not,” he said, sitting down on Aurora’s bed. Well, recently it had been his bed, too. His and Brianna’s and Aurora’s. He never thought he’d be sharing a bed with two hot, naked, paranormal women who both regularly wanted to fuck him. It seemed even more unlikely than having sex with a Valkyrie.
“How’s that?” she asked, taking her pants off.
“Doctor’s appointment. One week checkup. The wrap comes off...I’m nervous there’s gonna be a scar.”
“Oh come on now, Alex. Scars are hot,” she said. As she finished dropping her shorts, (she wore no panties), she posed, showing off her own body, as if to emphasize this. She did have several scars. And...yeah, they were hot.
“They’re hot on you, clearly,” he murmured.
She laughed. “It’ll be hot on you, too. Now lay back, and I’ll ride your cock until you come.”
“Okay.”
He scooted back onto the bed until he was laying on his back in the middle. She climbed onto the bed, and over him, looking as massive and imposing as ever. She gripped his cock and began to massage it gently.
“Why did you come over?” he asked. “You kind of just...showed up and offered to blow and fuck me. Uh, not that I’m complaining at all.”
She laughed. “I remembered that I meant to see you all again, called Brianna and asked if now was a good time. She told me to come over and fuck and suck you, if I wouldn’t mind. And I don’t. I’ve been intending to have sex with you again. Plus, this fits into my schedule. Don’t take it the wrong way but...I got a lot to do today, so I had to squeeze you in.”
“Oh no, I’m more than thrilled to be part of your schedule,” he replied.
She laughed. “That’s what I like about you. You make it easy.” She looked down. He was already hard again. “You definitely make it easy, you ready for pussy? ‘Cause I’m so ready for this dick,” she said, smirking at him.
“Ready,” he replied.
“Good. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”
“I trust you,” he said as she straddled him.
“I’m glad.”
She lined his dick up with her Valkyrie vagina, which was completely smooth and beautiful and glistening, and he could feel heat actually coming off of her, and he felt a thrill of tremendous excited lust rush through him, and then she lowered herself, her enormous hips working, thigh muscles bulging.
She penetrated herself with his rock-hard cock and moaned loudly.
“Oh my fucking God, Helena,” he whispered as she slipped him inside of her tight, slippery wet vagina. She felt simply amazing inside, a perfection of pleasured paradise. Reaching forward, she grabbed the headboard and began to ride him. Slowly, carefully, she slid her vagina up and down his rigid cock, and the pleasure felt like it was melting him. He groaned loudly and stared up at her enormous breasts as they hung down over him. They were the biggest tits he’d ever seen in his entire life, and he reached up and grasped them, groping them in a nearly catatonic state of absolute lust. Listening to her moan loudly, he laid there and enjoyed being fucked by a Valkyrie. It was truly an experience.
And it helped take him away from all the bad shit. From the fact that his leg had been broken, and still hurt. The fact that he was, admittedly, kind of scared to leave the apartment. The fact that someone had tried to straight-up murder him and his girlfriend and her best friend by crashing into them and sending them rolling down a fucking embankment off the highway in the middle of the goddamned night, then came at them with a gun. Or the fact that he was now having nightmares just about every night.
“You like that?” Helena asked with an unshakable confidence. He wondered if she had ever disappointed anyone, in her life, in bed.
Probably not.
“Oh fuck yes,” he panted as she kept riding him. She was careful and very in control, her huge, pale body looming over him. He looked down between them, where their crotches met, and saw her tremendously powerful thighs and her huge, broad hips, and his cock disappearing into her again and again, and the pleasure seemed to magnify.
“You’re gonna make me come, Alex,” she murmured.
“I’m just...laying here,” he groaned.
She laughed. “Your dick feels really good, and I think you’re really cute.”
“Here, let me-fuck!”
“No, no, handsome,” she said, gently placing a hand against his chest. A big hand. He could feel the enormity of her strength. “You just relax, that was our deal, remember? Brianna and Aurora would be wicked pissed at me if I hurt you.”
“That’s true,” he murmured, then relaxed. “Although it’d be me hurting myself like an idiot, not you.”
She laughed. “I suppose so. Still, I don’t want to see you hurt. Now relax.”
“Okay.”
He went back to groping her huge, hanging breasts as she kept riding him carefully. She had an incredible amount of control in her movements, which didn’t just take strength but a certain amount of dexterity and spacial awareness. She started to go faster, which was even more impressive, and he listened to her moaning. Her voice grew in pitch and her moans came faster. Fuck, she was going to come. He’d come to recognize that particular set of moans among the women he had become intimate with lately.
It was a very nice sound to hear.
“Yes, Alex...yes, fuck...oh my-fuck!” she cried, and she reached out again and grabbed the headboard tightly.
Alex groaned loudly as he felt her Valkyrie vagina begin to clench and spasm around his dick, felt that gush of feminine sex juices escaping her. And she continued to ride him, increasing the already intense pleasure he was feeling, and it catapulted him over the edge and into the wonderful, pink abyss of his own orgasm.
He had to admit, orgasming bareback into a seven foot Valkyrie as she rode you and was enjoying her own orgasm was a hell of a fucking way to help you forget your problems. For some uncertain moment in time, there was only him and Helena and their sexual unity. He felt himself coming undone, emptying himself into her paranormal pussy, and he felt his leg muscles tensing and releasing in response to the orgasm, and the pleasure was so intense that it didn’t even hurt, or if there was pain, it was very distant.
He came for what felt like a long time, and then he was done, and he collapsed against the bed, feeling very relaxed and very good.
Helena looked down at him with an expression that somehow conveyed both a sort of loving kindness, and smug satisfaction. “There,” she said, almost as if proving a point, and she stood up. His softening cock fell out of her and she walked off the bed, stepping down and walking across the room, back towards the bathroom. He looked at her ass as she went. Fuck, she had such a massive ass. He listened to her clean herself up, then, a moment later, she returned, holding some of her clothes. She took a moment to hunt down the rest, and began dressing.
“Sorry to fuck and run but, like I said, I’ve got places to be,” she said.
“It’s fine. You were amazing. I’m glad we fucked,” he replied.
“The kind of thing I like to hear,” she said as she pulled her pants up and buttoned them. He grunted as she sat her big ass down on the bed hard enough that it shifted him a little violently. “Sorry,” she said, pulling her boots on.
“It’s fine,” he replied, then he sighed. “I need to get ready anyway...what time is it?” he muttered, glancing at Aurora’s digital clock on the bedside table. “Almost two, great. We gotta be there by three. Or, well the appointment is at three, and you know how they are, want you there fifteen minutes early, even if they don’t need you there fifteen minutes early...ugh, I wanted to stay in for the rest of the day. But I can’t.” He sat up.
“Alex,” Helena said, and he immediately looked over at her. There was something in her tone, an immediate heaviness. “I know what you went through was bad, and I know it was bad for you, because I don’t think you’ve gone through anything close to that. And honestly, even after a few hundred years at this, I’m still not really great with words, but...it’s okay to not be okay. Pretending you’re okay doesn’t help. Don’t lie to the people you’re closest to, and don’t lie to yourself. Let yourself...freak out, or cry, or worry. You need to acknowledge what happened. But you also can’t let it change you for the worse. I know that a lot of people don’t get that choice. Some people wind up with PTSD, or anxiety problems, and it isn’t their fault. But if you can...try to be stronger from this. Don’t let what he did own you, or keep you from doing things you want to do. And...I guess, take some time to let everything settle. You’re life got shaken up really bad, and you need to take some time to let the dust settle, and see what exactly you’re working with before going forward.”
They looked at each other for a long time.
“Thank you, Helena,” he said finally.
She smiled, and this time there was nothing but kindness and understanding in it. She opened her arms, and he went over to her and hugged her. She held him firmly. “I’ve been through a lot of really bad shit, Alex, so I know how it hurts. I like you, and I want you to heal.” They hugged for another minute longer, and after they released each other, she looked around. “Where’s your phone?”
“Uh, here,” he said, grabbing it from the bedside table.
“I want to give you my number. My personal number,” she said.
“Okay.” He unlocked his phone and passed it to her. “Not that I’m complaining but...any real reason?”
She finished punching her number in and passed it back. “If you need to talk, about whatever, even just to complain or yell or cry or something, and you want it to be me...call me. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning. Like, I really don’t care what time it is. I’ll answer it, okay?”
“Wow...thanks. I, um, I don’t know what else to say. This is...really appreciated,” he murmured.
“Thanks is enough,” she said. Then she kissed him again and stood up. “Think about what I said. And I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Okay,” he replied.
“So long for now, Alex.”
“So long for now, Helena,” he said, feeling a little dazed. That was...unexpected. Not unpleasant though. The opposite.
He listened to her leave, and before too long, a drive to be at least somewhat responsible forced him to get up, walk into the bathroom, and start up the shower. He was scared, and he didn’t want to leave the apartment for that reason, but also he was tired. It was a strange kind of lethargy. He’d felt it in the hospital, but had passed it off as a side effect of painkillers and recovering from damn near dying. But it had persisted, followed him to the apartment, and had yet to release him. It was a kind of sluggish exhaustion that let him fall off right away when he laid down to sleep, and to stay under for ten or twelve hours at a time.
He could tell that Brianna and Aurora were worried.
It also felt like a mental exhaustion. He hadn’t even tried to work on his music. Mostly he’d just slept, had sex, and played video games or watched cartoons. Brianna and Aurora had been fucking him two to three times a day. Apiece. He could tell they felt guilty, especially Brianna, which made him feel guilty, but it wasn’t like they didn’t want to have sex with him, and he obviously wasn’t extorting it out of them at all.
No, he supposed, what was making him uncomfortable with it was he could tell that they were using it as a kind of emotional band-aid. They were, in their own ways, telling him, or really telling themselves, that they were making it all better with sex. But he didn’t know how to successfully convey to them that he didn’t blame either of them. Really, he kind of blamed himself, but mostly he just blamed Emma’s asshole ex-husband.
It was just...shitty circumstances, combined with one person deciding to do something horrible and unnecessary.
By the time he finished washing up and drying off, he heard the front door to the apartment open, and hated that there was a bolt of fear that hit him, because what if it was someone coming to finish the job? He mostly believed that Jeremiah had been successfully intimidated by Evangeline, and was in enough legal trouble as it was. (He had already given a statement to the police before leaving the hospital, a lengthy one, and they said he might have to appear in court later, something he really wasn’t looking forward to.)
But...what if?
Then he relaxed as he heard Brianna call out, “Alex? Honey?”
“I’m in the bedroom, babe!” he called back.
He gathered his clothes as he listened to them setting groceries down in the kitchen, and then Brianna came into the room. She looked a little relieved, and a little guilty. Which again made him feel guilt.
Goddamn this whole stupid fucking situation Jeremiah had put them all in.
“Did you have fun with Helena?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he replied as he pulled his boxers on. He winced. “Lots of fun.”
“Let me help you,” she said, hurrying over and grabbing up his jeans.
“I can put my pants on,” he replied, but without much conviction. It did hurt to bend down and grab them.
“That isn’t what I said, love,” Brianna murmured as she began getting his legs into the pants.
“This is embarrassing,” he muttered as she pulled his pants up, had him stand, and pulled them up the rest of the way.
“It doesn’t have to be, Alex. It’s not like I’m secretly thinking that you’re pathetic or anything, honey. I don’t mind helping you...I want to help you...I like helping you,” she said.
“I know, I know. Sorry,” he replied.
She looked up at him, still on her knees, as she buttoned his jeans, then bit her lower lip, looking down at his crotch. “You know, I’m on my knees here...”
He laughed. “Super tempting, but we don’t have time. And I don’t think I could get it up again so soon. Helena was...vigorous.”
First Brianna smirked, then she frowned. “She wasn’t too rough, was she?”
“No, no, not at all,” he replied. “She was very careful, and very...sweet. She gave me her personal number, to call in case I needed to talk.”
“Wow,” Brianna whispered, and finished buttoning and zipping his jeans. “That’s...a big deal. Not a lot of people have that number.”
“I kind of figured. She told me, legitimately, to call anytime, day or night, if I really felt like I needed it.”
“Helena’s a great person,” Brianna said. “Um...I guess I should get ready. Here, lemme change. I want to wear something a bit less...lazy ass twenty-something.” She looked down at herself. She was wearing a t-shirt and some sweatpants.
“You look pretty fucking good,” he said, staring at her.
She laughed. “You always think that.”
“It’s always true.”
She hesitated, then she leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “I love you, Alex,” she said, her lips so close to his they brushed them when she spoke.
“I love you too, Brianna,” he replied, feeling a warm, comforting rush as he heard those words, and said them back to her.
That was something that was a very positive development in their relationship, at least. He only felt better about saying that, and he was happy that he could say it and mean it, and Brianna seemed positively thrilled. He studied her as she began stripping naked. In a lot of ways, she still blew his fucking mind.
Brianna was, by several magnitudes, more attractive than he was.
He felt like...maybe a six, dating a fucking ten. Honestly, dating a fifteen. She was a goddamned werewolf. But in her human form, she was almost six feet tall, very trimly built, with firm, small muscles on an athletic frame, pale skin, and big fucking tits. Like, goddamn she had some big tits. And they looked even bigger because she was skinny. Her black hair was pulled into a simple ponytail. Every movement was smooth and fluid, like a professional dancer. She didn’t really seem to hesitate in anything she did.
“Oh hey, hello.”
They both looked over. Aurora stood in the doorway with a smirk, studying Brianna closely, who was presently crouched naked on the floor, sorting through her suitcase, which she had yet to actually unpack.
“You gonna fuck? Can I watch?” she asked. “I would’ve thought Helena would have worn you out, Alex.”
“She did,” Brianna replied, “I’m just getting dressed. We need to get to the hospital.”
“Oh yeah, fuck, that’s today, huh? You want me to go?” Aurora asked.
“We’ll be fine, Aurora. I know you want to chill out and get high. We won’t be gone for that long,” Brianna replied.
“Yeah, fair enough.” She walked over to Alex and looked at him with a smile. Like a lot of the women now in his life, she was quite tall. “You doing okay?”
“I’m fine,” he replied.
She gave him a hug and a kiss on the mouth. “Okay. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll leave you two love bugs alone.”
“Isn’t it love birds?” he asked as she began walking away.
“Nope,” she replied without further explanation, and disappeared into the living room.
“Here we go,” Brianna muttered. She pulled some panties on, and then pulled on some tight jeans, a sports bra, and a t-shirt. “Okay, now I’m closer to an adult. I’d wear a dress, but we’re going to a fucking hospital.” She walked over and took his hand. “Ready, honey?”
“Ready,” he said.
They began walking out of the apartment.
