Taking Helena Home

You find yourself rather flattered that Helena seems so pleased to have been chosen by you. While you do keep your compact body in good condition through martial arts and rock climbing, you're no Mr. Universe beefcake and have often been passed over by the female gender. Helena, on the other hand, can't keep her four hands off of you. Of course, the feeling is mutual. You've always had a wiry horniness that doesn't quit and this incredible scorpion lady brings it out of you. Your trip home is a leisurely one, the two of you stopping often in secluded spots to embrace, grope and kiss like mad.

"Mmmm...master, that tickles!" laughs Helena during one of these clinches when you duck your head to give an enthusiastic 'bronski' into her huge bosom, "a playful master...and stronger than you look. Those human women must be too weak for your passion...and the huge organ that expresses it."

One of her hands caresses your admittedly quite large erection.

"Actually," you admit, "you're the first to express any interest in any part. I think I'm the lucky one?"

"And to think I thought I'd have to chase all your previous mates away," says Helena with a wink, "I have to admit, I'm rather selfish. I don't want to share you with other females if I don't have to."

"No problem," you say giving her full but firm ass and base of her tail a good rubbing, "when you've got perfection, why settle for less?"

This time, you take the initiative in kissing Helena deeply. She moans in an almost predatory way, her stronger top hands running through your hair as her lower ones get a grip on your ass so she can rub her groin against yours. She's leaking her sexual secretions on your pants and you know you won't be able to wait long before you need to have her. After the kiss, Helena looks into your eyes with hungry intensity.

"I need you," her voice rumbles earnestly, "soon."

You nod, realizing you're home. Your house has been remodeled a bit to be comfortable for both of you and now has a huge room with a greatly sunken floor full of sand. Still once home, neither you nor Helena are noticing much about the house. Once inside with the door closed, Helena fixes you with such a stare of hungry lust that you react without thinking. You leap into her arms, kissing and nibbling at her neck and ears. Helena moans happily, gripping you against her, your feet off the ground, and carries you toward the bedroom, her upper arms holding you against her strong and lush body while her lower ones deftly pluck the clothes from your willing body. Now naked, Helena returning many of your frantic kisses, she plops you onto the bed, her straddling your thighs, her upper arms caressing your chest, her lower ones stroking your throbbing hardon, and her tail wrapped around one of your legs.

"I'm going to make your dreams come true," she says, licking her full lips, "fulfill your every desire, make your every fantasy real. What do you think of that."

"I only hope," you say, your hands grabbing and fondling her massive knockers, "that I can do the same for you."