Helena Ch 14 The Womans Revenge

Author's Note: This is #14 in the Helena series, and I must always give tribute to my friend "Helena", a beautiful lady here on Lit who has become my muse and my friend in the last couple of years. I hope you enjoy the series! Right now, there are about 16 total chapters in it, but I may add more to it, as there was not a "final" chapter or any closure originally. As I clean them up to publish them, I'm starting to feel the need to complete the series.

Helena 14: Revenge of the Englishwoman

After recognizing that I was restrained, the next thing I registered was a pressure on my legs. Looking down, I see a beautiful, wonderfully naked Englishwoman straddling my legs. On her face is a smirk. In her hands is a small plastic container, and I can just make out the word "coconut" on the side.

"Oh, good! You're awake!" With that, you crawl up me, kissing me here and here up my torso, then lightly on my nose, my forehead, then my lips. Your smile is contagious.

"So, it appears you have me...captive. May I ask your intentions, madame?" I say, in as close to a British accent as I can muster, which is probably miserable.

"Oh, I assure you, my intentions are most nefarious, sir," you say, your fingers teasing down to my nipple as you raise, pinching them slightly. "I'm afraid you are indeed in great danger."

"Well, have at me, then! I shall lay back and suffer for King & country, then!"

You giggle at me. "Be afraid, be VERY afraid!"

You're seated on my lap, and my manhood, still depleted from its recent endeavors, is nestled beneath and between the warm cheeks of your bottom. It is a good, good place to be.

"You do know that you're embarking on an impossible mission, right? I think he's pretty much done for the foreseeable future," I tell you, nodding south towards my soft cock.

You smirk and wiggle your bottom deliciously on me. My cock may not be responding, but if it were possible to have a brain erection, I'd be ready for a porn shoot.

"What? You're surrendering already? I think, sir..." you lean forward until you're almost face to face with me, "you seriously underestimate my feminine wiles." Your nipples, erect, trace across the hair on my chest, stimulating both of us. You lean in and kiss me, a slow, sensuous kiss, our tongues not so much sparring as doing a slow, close dance. After several delicious seconds of this, you pull back, and I see a mischievous smile crosses your face.

"Besides, I'm going to put you to work for a while anyway. You know, life does not begin and end with that wonderful cock of yours."

I feign shock and indignation; well, I try to, but I don't feign well. "What? How dare you speak such blasphemy, woman! That's the problem with taking a soman out of the kitchen, the next thing you know-" I'm cut off by your hand over my mouth.

"Hush," you instruct me. You lean up, and reach down to where our bodies make contact. "You know, you were really hard on her earlier," you say, a little bit of accusation in your tone. Fingers extend down between us, but your movements are for your benefit, not mine. "She's a bit tender now. What do you have to say for yourself?" You remove your hand - though not by far - to allow me to respond.

I'm sorting the game as it is rolled out here. "Why, milady, I'm terribly sorry if my brutish behaviour hath offended thy gracious lady bits. I am truly remorseful for any undue suffering I have brought upon you."

I know; my attempts to carry out a British accent is horrible, but the effect still works. Well, I mean you still roll your eyes every time I do it, but it works in MY head.

"Hmph! Well, as I believe I've heard a few of your Americans say, I think it's time you put your money where your mouth is. Or, to be more precise, let's put your mouth to work where it can earn its keep." With that, you scoot up my body slowly, slowly, until you lift your legs up and over, then settling your sweet pussy over my face.

"So, you ready to kiss it and make it better...?" you ask teasingly. As you settle down, my tongue is already extending, and begins to trace a slow path up and down along your slippery lips. Up and down, up and down, then...

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Two? Three? Ten? I don't know how many orgasms you reached before you finally pulled yourself off of me. I was still hungry, thirsty for you, for your pleasure; I was an addict. My face was wet with the sign of your pleasure. Depleted, you sank back down, sliding down my body, leaving a wet trail along my torso. As your face reached mine, you kissed my face all over, tasting your pleasure.

"Mmmm...," you moan. "You're pretty good with that mouth, Yank. Pretty damn good..." You kiss your way down my chin, down my throat, across my collar bone, down to my nipple...

"Hey, baby," I hoarsely whispered, "you wanna...?" I gesture towards the cuffs on my hands. I mean, I figured I'd earned a little release,..right?

You smile slyly at me, then shake your head.You give me a little laugh. "No, not yet, dear. I've got plans for you...and I don't want you trying to stop me while I have my fun."

You reach over to the discarded bottle of coconut oil.

"And I especially want to have fun..." you pour a little in your hand "with my favorite..." you slather it all over my cock, which has begun to stir "...toy."

A low groan escapes my lips as your hands begin to stroke my cock, my balls...and then an oily finger delves lower...

My eyes pop open wide as your finger begins to probe. "Now, you just relax..."

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By the time I became a sentient human being again, you were cleaning me off with a towel. At some point, you had freed my hands, but I was so drained it didn't even register at first. You disappeared again, and vaguely I remember hearing water running before fading off to sleep, only to be awakened again as your naked body slid into bed at my side. You laid your head on my shoulder, an arm across my chest, a leg over mine.

I opened my eyes just slightly and looked sideways at you.

You smile at me. "What?"

I slide my arm around you, pull you closer against me, the warmth of your breasts against my side.

"You...are a very dangerous woman. Positively wicked," I whispered.

"Thank you. That's the nicest thing you've said all day. And never forget it."

Pretty sure I won't, lady. Pretty sure I won't.