Libertygirl succumbs to Helda

Libertygirl opened her mouth to protest, and only moaned. She swooned. Before she could fall Helda caught her, held her with one arm, the other stroking strange patterns into the heroine’s bare skin.

“That’s it,” Helda whispered enticingly into the weakening heroine’s ear. “Sh sh sh. Just submit. It will feel so good. I promise. Just submit. Submit to me, Libertygirl. I’ll make it all better.”

Libertygirl groaned. “No…I…I won’t…” She tried to push away but limbs once strong suddenly felt heavy, a mind sharp dull and cloudy. She squirmed, her skin becoming alive with sensitivity, seeming to strain against her costume, overfill it. God it was confining. How didn’t she notice it before? Thoughts spun about her head. She felt hot and warm, warm and hot, she wanted to stand, to move, to touch herself, to relieve this heat pouring through her veins like molten lava.

Her hands drifted down, down to where it was warmest most, but other hands gently pushed them away. Libertygirl whined, a high, pitiful, almost animal sound of need. Helda’s grip was so strong, so warm, so powerful. Libertygirl shivered, the front of her star spangled bottom growing moist with her arousal.

“Ah!” Libertygirl cried, throwing back her head as the hand found her leg. Every touch sent explosions of pleasure through every nerve. Helda smirked and brought her hand higher and higher, up the heroine’s thigh and around her hip, higher, higher, up her back sending shivers through her helpless prey. Something snapped, and Libertygirl sobbed as her bra fell away, but she cried not because she had been stripped but because of how good it felt to be free of the clothing.

Still smiling Helda dipped low and pressed her lips to Libertygirl’s nipple. The heroine groaned and sobbed as her body betrayed her to the pleasure, quivering at the sensation of Helda feeding off her. It was not like the suckling of a newborn, but a biting, nipping, tongue lashing attack. Helda knew exactly how to make the heroine squirm, her time draining the overflowing breasts of the pregnant Melissa were well spent, and now Libertygirl was the one who benefited from that expertise.

Soon Helda lifted her head, but not soon enough for Libertygirl to have a chance of denying how good it had felt for the woman to suckle her breasts. “Libertygirl,” Helda whispered. She took Libertygirl’s unresisting hand and pressed a thumb into her palm causing her fingers to curl. “Didn’t that feel good?”

Libertygirl nodded hopelessly. God yes, it had, It had felt wonderful.

“Don’t you want me to do it all the time?”

Libertygirl shuddered at the thought. Oh she did, she did. She wanted it so much. Libertygirl felt Helda’s skirt slide away beneath her fingers. They swayed together as the councillor shimmied out of it and, finally, kicked away the denying fabric.

“I can make it feel even better, Libertygirl. If you were like Melissa, it would feel so good.”

Libertygirl groaned. She felt her hand placed on something long and hard. Instinctively she grasped it and felt it jump eagerly at her touch, hot and throbbing between her fingers. She opened her eyes and stared uncomprehending at what she saw. From between Helda’s legs there stood, long and proud, a virile cock. It was this Libertygirl held. With mute fascination, she slowly began to stroke it, up and down, masturbating Helda’s cock.

Helda’s words suddenly hit home and Libertygirl turned her head to the pregnant Melissa.

Helda smiled, guessing the younger woman’s thoughts. “Yes, that’s right,” Helda purred. Her free hand ran along the superheroine’s hip and found the edge of her bikini bottom, grasped it, and slowly peeled it away. Breath hitched in the heroine’s throat as those clever fingers found where the fire was the worst, dipping and teasing the weeping folds of her pussy. “She wanted it,” Helda whispered. “She wanted me to fuck her again and again. She loved my cock filling her needy pussy over and over, fucking her, loving her, making her squirm.

“Then, the inevitable happened. I did what I could. It was the right thing,” Helda whispered, stroking Libertygirl’s overheated sex, dipping fingers into the heroine’s honey pot. “Melissa needed me. It was the responsible thing. Shouldn’t I have done the responsible thing?”

Libertygirl nodded dumbly, breathing hard and fast, her hand moving up and down Helda’s cock. Yes, it was the responsible thing. Helda had to do it. She was so right…

“She just kept coming back again and again. She loved the feeling of my cock filling her, pounding her into the bed, making her cry out and worship my cock until I could fuck her again.” The throbbing pole jumped in Amee’s hand. “She needed it.”

The heroine’s brow furrowed. How could she need it? “I…I don’t understand…”

She shivered as full lips pressed against her ear and a palm against her mound. “That’s because you don’t know what it felt like. Yet.”