Chapter 98: Claim The Bitch 2

Damn, the place absolutely reeked—sweat for sure, but there was something kinda wild in the air, too. Heavy, musky, sweet in a way that made Ravina’s head spin.

She just stood there, stiff as hell, nails digging little dents into her own arms. She couldn’t stop watching Helen twist and shudder on that sorry excuse for a cot, like she was fighting her own body and losing, hard.

Helen looked like she’d just fought her way out of a mosh pit—hair plastered to her sweaty face, breath ragged, chest hammering almost obnoxiously loud. Her thighs were squeezed so tight, you’d think she was guarding some sort of national secret down there.

Every so often, her hips did this twitchy, urgent little move—like she was trying to find relief in thin air. Honestly, the girl seemed two seconds from absolutely losing it.

"Helen—" Ravina’s voice cracked in the middle, all tangled up with nerves and curiosity that honestly, she didn’t want to think about too much. Her eyes darted up to Helen’s red, desperate face, then back down—God, she was blushing for her—to the hips jerking off the mattress. "Are you—are you actually feeling better, or is he just making it worse?"

Helen’s mouth fell open, but nothing really came out, just this restless pant. There was sweat beading up in the tight curls between her legs, clinging everywhere, and you could literally see the pulse between the folds of her pussy. She finally rasped something out, voice shaking so bad Ravina almost missed the words.

"It... it does feel better... but—" A sharp inhale cut her off as another wave of heat rolled through her. "Gods, Ravina, it itches... deep inside my pussy, like something’s... crawling under my skin."

Ravina’s face twisted in horror. She turned to me, her cheeks flushed with anger. "What in the hell are you doing to her?!" Her voice dropped to a hiss.

"Her body is still burning, and now her—" She gestured wildly toward Helen’s spread legs, "—her pussy is itching like that? Are you healing her, or are you harming her like this?"

I smirked, letting my gaze linger on Helen’s glistening slit. Innocent little fools. "Of course I’m healing her," I said smoothly, stepping closer. "I told you—heat like this needs an outlet. And a woman’s pussy is the most sensitive conduit for expelling excess energy."

Ravina’s mouth opened and closed, her outrage momentarily stolen by the sheer absurdity of my explanation. "That—that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever—!"

"Is it?" I cut in, crouching beside Helen. "Look at her." I traced a finger along the inside of Helen’s thigh, watching as her muscles tensed, her pussy lips twitching in response. "Her clit is swollen, her folds are flushed dark pink—almost purple in places. That’s not just heat, Elder Ravina. That’s her body begging for release."

Helen let out this tiny whimper, hips sorta lifting up when my finger barely brushed through those slick curls above her. She was dripping—like, literally, one lazy droplet just hanging there, glistening, almost taunting. The smell hit me: sweet, sure, but with this wild tang, sharp enough to make me dizzy. Honestly? I was hooked.

Ravina’s breath hitched as she noticed the way Helen’s pussy pulsed, the inner lips parting slightly with every desperate shift of her hips. "Y-you can’t just—!"

"I can," I murmured, pressing my thumb against Helen’s outer lips, spreading them just enough to expose the slick, dark pink flesh beneath. "And I will."

Helen gasped, her fingers clawing at the cot. "Nngh—!"

"See?" I said, glancing up at Ravina with a knowing smirk. "She’s already responding. But it’s not enough. The heat is still trapped inside her." I leaned in closer, my breath ghosting over Helen’s soaked folds. "Her pussy is clenching, trying to push it out... but it needs help."

Helen didn’t fight, not even a little. She dropped her knees even wider, just begging for it, breaths coming in these broken, hungry little gasps. "P-please..." She barely got it out; her voice shot to hell. "It hurts... but it feels so strange..... making me feel.. aah.. itchy."

I didn’t hesitate. I gripped her hips, my palms pressing her asscheeks, feeling the way her muscles quivered under my touch. Another

200

points. Helen moaned as I lifted her slightly, tilting her pelvis up to give me a better view of her dripping cunt.

"Fuck," Ravina breathed, her own thighs pressing together.

Didn’t even bother looking at her. Seriously, all I cared about was Helen—those soft folds twitching when I breathed out, her clit practically begging for something, swollen and pulsing like it had its own damn heartbeat. Ran my finger through slickness, easy, tracing slow circles at her entrance, just teasing with the very tip while she basically melted.

"AAAH—!" Helen’s back bowed off the cot, her fingers tangling in the sheets. Her pussy clamped around my finger, the walls hot and slick, pulsing as if trying to drag me deeper. The points exploded—

800.

"H-Helen!" Ravina stumbled forward, her voice thick with concern—and something else. Something hungrier. "Does it—does it hurt?"

Helen shook her head frantically, her dark hair sticking to her forehead. "N-no... It’s just... so much Like I’m going to—nngh—burst!"

I curled my finger inside her, pressing against the spongy flesh of her front wall. Helen screamed, her pussy gushing around me, her juices dripping down to the cot beneath her. "Not yet, you’re not," I murmured, withdrawing my finger with a wet pop. "But you will... if we don’t get this heat out."

Ravina barely managed to breathe, her chest rising and falling so lightly, you’d think she was afraid to move at all. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Helen—especially down there, watching the way Helen’s pussy practically fluttered in the empty air, like it was actually missing my fingers. "Wh-what are you even talking about?" Ravina stammered, voice all uneven and shaky.

I wiped my slick fingers on Helen’s thigh, leaving a glistening trail. "Her pussy isn’t releasing the heat fast enough. There’s a blockage—deep inside her pussy." I met Helen’s dazed, lust-blown gaze. "We need to open her up. Stretch her pussy wide. Force the heat out."

Helen’s lips parted. "W-what...?"

"Something inside your pussy," I said, pressing my thumb to her entrance again, teasing her with the barest pressure. "Something thick enough to push against that blockage. To milk the heat out of you."

Helen’s pussy rippled at the words, her inner lips fluttering. "I-inside me...?"

"Yeah." Didn’t even bother waiting for her to come up with some excuse. I got to my feet and yanked out my leaf skirt.

Ravina’s eyes damn near popped at my dick, which was already getting there thanks to Helen’s soaked pussy on display. I grabbed my cock, gave it a lazy stroke. "See this?" I grinned, cock heavy in my fist. "I’m about to fuck that needy little heat right outta you."