Libertygirl admits her lust

Libertygirl closed her eyes and groaned. No. She couldn’t. She was a hero. It was dangerous. There was something…something odd. What was it? She was here. Here for…But such thoughts seemed distant, unimportant. What was important, what had weight, was here, now, the question, and her answer. Libertygirl inhaled deeply, scenting the perfume, letting it fill her, lift her mind far away on wings of downy pleasure. She breathed deeply willingly and eagerly. She swooned in Helda’s grasp. Helda had a point. Stress…stress was bad. Why shouldn’t she get rid of it? This was a golden opportunity. Everything she needed was being offered, no strings attached.

And besides, Libertygirl now knew Helda’s secret. The great big secret. She gasped as Helda’s thick cock slipped against her thigh, Helda beginning to thrust against the heroine’s bare leg, smearing pre all across her pale flesh, urging her decision. And it was working. Damned but it was working. She couldn’t think without the image of that cock diving into her pussy intruding.

As Helda moved her breasts pressed harder against Libertygirl’s, nipples scraping against the soft titflesh, both women groaning at the sensation. Helda licked and nibbled at the heroine’s neck, her tongue stroking along a throbbing vein, up and down, following the ever increasing beat of arousal. “Say it,” Helda murmured into her neck, free hand sliding across Libertygirl’s weeping cunny, palming the lips and cradling against the heat. “Say you want me, Libertygirl. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

Libertygirl threw back her head, groaning and quivering. She had to…she had to…

“Yes…”

Helda paused. “What?” She pressed her palm slightly against the heroine’s warmth, pushing her up the couch a touch. “Say it again,” Helda whispered.
Libertygirl’s head lolled to the side, offering more area for Helda’s searching tongue. Her lips moved in soft surrender. “Yes.”

Helda Smiled. Triumph! But she was magnanimous in victory. Helda positioned herself, her cock twitching, yearning to be driven into the hot cunt before it, like a dog baited by a steak. She straddled the smaller woman on the couch, overwhelming her with the powerful figure she wielded, but she did not crush the heroine. She held herself, poised, waiting, her perfume filling the air between them in a silent connection of lust. “Libertygirl?” Helda held down the heroine’s hips as they began to buck desperately. “One more time. That’s all I need. That’s all I need to fuck you. Libertygirl? Say it.” Her lips brushed the heroine’s ear. “Say it one more time.”

“Please!” Libertygirl gasped. “Please! Oh…Oh god. Please fuck me! I…I need it. I’ve never…oh god. I..Fill me with your cock! Fuck me away, please. Please. Fuck meeee. I…I need it! I fucking need your cock so much.”

Helda smiled. She grabbed Libertygirl’s hips, and in answer, drove herself inside.
Both women cried out as they were joined. Helda groaned, but was tender, loving. She caressed and stroked, driving in out slowly, lovingly, making sure Libertygirl felt every inch of her turgid member deep inside her. Her breasts heaved against the heroine’s own, sweat beading them as she pulled Libertygirl into yet another kiss. Their tongues fought, but it was no contest, the younger falling before experience, weak to Helda’s strength. Slowly, slowly, she took her, made her enjoy it. And it was not hard.

“Never,” Helda whispered during a moment that they had broken their kiss. “Never will anyone fuck you like this. No woman ever could. No man ever will.”
Libertygirl mewled and writhed, helpless and absorbing every word. “Yesssss…”
Helda smirked and stroked the heroine’s hair. “Just this. This moment. Libertygirl. Together right now. Whenever you like. I’m here for you. I’m everything you need. Man, woman, and discretion. I’ll take you. You’ll never need anyone else. Will never find anyone else as good as me. You belong to me now. Belong to my cock.”

Librtgirl nodded, mouth gaping and panting. It was true. Never. Never before. Never since. There couldn’t be anything better than this. Admission made Libertygirl grow rigid, every nerve alight. Stars burst behind her eyes as she arched upon the couch. She wailed and came around Helda’s cock, which never stopped pumping, riding out her orgasm, then a second, then a third, each following a lull and a peak, coaxed from the heroine’s malleable body like a sculptor would the form of Venus from inside of stone.

Then, Helda groaned. She stiffened, arching her back, fingers digging into Libertygirl’s hips. She nearly pulled out, then rammed herself home once, twice, she hilted inside Libertygirl and gasped, bathing the heroine’s insides with her cum.

They came down from their heights slowly, lethargically. Helda lay down upon the couch, her cock softening and slipping free of the heroine, only to wrap her arms about Libertygirl and pull her gently against her breasts. Libertygirl failed to move, merely molding to the woman behind her, resting in her arms. She hadn’t a thought in her head, merely the slow lethargy, as though coming down from a high.

Some time passed. Ten minutes, an hour, she didn’t know. Libertygirl blinked, coming back to herself. She felt the other woman’s arms around her, and realized what they were, felt the evidence between her legs. She wriggled and Helda released her. Sitting up, legs dangling off the couch, Libertygirl blinked behind her mask.

What had she done?”