The Luna's Gift

Helena's First Night

    “Is the water hot enough?” Helena nods in approval and lays her head against the back of the tub. The water filling the tub cuts off, and steam curls off the top of the water. Helena stretches out, sinking further into the tub. A hand caresses her ankle, “you really should be more careful. Aren’t Italian girls supposed to be graceful? Supermodels and all that.” Helena laughs, “Maybe that’s why I’m most at home in the library. Not a lot to trip over.” The hand travels up Helena's leg, to her knee, and she can feel her cheeks turning red, but not from the heat of the bath. “When I was in high school, we used to play this game called ‘are you nervous’. It was a really stupid game, and I think everyone probably played it, but every time I touch your leg, I think about.” Helena swallows hard, trying to keep it together, “I’m not familiar with that one. Not a lot of games at the Daae growing up.” The hand moves another inch up, “Well you’re not missing much, it’s really quite silly, but when you’re younger you think everything is so scandalous. You start out with you hand on someone’s knee, and you slowly move it up.” At this the hand moves up further, midway onto her thigh. “Wh-what’s the point of this game?” Helena asked, trembling. “To see how wet I can make you before I’ve even started. And I think I’ve succeeded.” A finger reaches Helena’s nest of curls and finds her c******s with ease, at the pleasure of the tease, Helena grabs the side of the tub and cries out, “Artemis!”

    Helena jolts awake, and sits up, taking in her surroundings and forgetting where she is. It takes a moment for everything to come back to her, and she lays back down in bed, realizing she’s slick between her legs, and pulsating. “Artemis? I’ve never even met Artemis.” Helena consults herself confused. She tries to push the thought from her head, and focus on her mundane tasks for tomorrow. She needs to unpack, find the location of the nearest coffee shops, find the nearest library and bookstore, and maybe buy some snacks for her to keep here. While she lists off her mental to-do list, the yearning in her core doesn’t quiet down. Her arousal is like fire, searing through her body. She can’t ignore this, not if she wants to get back to sleep anytime soon. She brings her hand up to her breast, her fingers lightly brushing her n****e over her t-shirt. It puckers and hardens instantly, the sensation causing ripples. She slowly works up intensity, moving to rolling her n****e between two fingers, as the other hand travels south. Her fingers spread her curls, and find her c******s, always swollen and ready to explode. She works her fingers around the bead, applying pressure and friction. Her thoughts drift back to her dream in the kitchen, and she imagines she’s pleasuring herself against the hard thigh, she imagines Artemis’ hand in her hair, pulling her head back to kiss her exposed neck. She feels the heat building up, when her muscles tense and her nerves are about to shoot her into the stars, it’s a warmness that spreads through her entire body, and she squeezes her toes in ecstasy. Finally, her cums with waves after wave of pleasure crashes over her, sending joy into every part of her body. Her muscles release their tension, her breathing is deep, and she nods off to sleep for a dreamless rest.