Helena Weaver IV

Rylan's massive girth and impressive length reached the end of Helena's throbbing tunnel in a single thrust. Her plump malleable buttcheeks shook and rippled from the force of Rylan's thrust. A surge of pleasure once again spread out all over her body, instantly reeling Helena's consciousness back to reality.

"Uuuuunnnnh…~!" Helena moaned ecstatically as her back arched forward and her head thrown back with a fucked-silly expression that was adorned with a blissful smile.

Rylan snickered at the mature woman's reaction and increased the strength of his pistoning, sending waves after waves of raw and unadulterated pleasure to her whole body through her cunt.

"Waiiiiit~!" Helena shrieked as she begged as she wriggled her arse around, trying to get Rylan's cock out of her waist but it ended up only stimulating her cunt even more.

Her last orgasm was overwhelming, to say the least. It felt as if that one single orgasm was made up of all those times that her night companions failed to satisfy her. Her sanity was nearly ripped apart but that one single orgasm. Though the pleasure now was halved, it was still a tremendous gulf as she was still sensitive from her last orgasm.

Rylan snorted in derision and tightened his grip on her firm yet supple arse. He then proceeded to plough the sanity out of her mind and cunt by increasing his pace. If Rylan hadn't toned down his Euphoria Touch, he wagered Helena would have died from the uninhibited pleasure that would have fried her brain.

"Noooo~! Uuuuuh~! It's too much~! You're gonna kill me at this rate~!" Helena kept crying out her pleas with an unrestrained voice of bliss. "Noooo~! Please~! Stop~! I beg of you~!!" The last time she had begged so pathetically was when she was still just a C-rank superhero and she vowed to never beg anyone for anything ever again since then. Yet, here she was, begging like a slut in the closet for the pleasure to stop.

Seeing her messy face and her pleading expression, only served to fuel Rylan's lust. He smacked his crotch against Helena's arse as hard and fast as he could without truly hurting her. There was pain nonetheless but with all the pleasure flooding into her brain from her cunt, she didn't even register the pain.

"I'm gonna die~! I'm gonna die~!"

"So gooood~! Why are you so gooood~!"

"Fuck~! Fuck~! Fuck~!"

"Nooooo~! It's too muchhhh~! You're gonna break me~!!! I'm gonna dieeeee~!"

"Cumming~! Cumming~! Cummiiiiing~!"

"Oh god~! Oh god~! How are you still going~!?"

"Cumming~! I'm cumming againnnn~!"

"Stoooop~! It's too muchhh~! You're too good~! Pleaseeee~! Stoppp~!"

"Cumming~! Oh, god~! I'm cumming~! Cummming~! Why can't I stop cumminggg~!"

"Pleaseeee~! No more~! No more~!"

The doggy-style relentless and merciless pounding went on for an hour and in that single hour, Helena had experienced three more orgasms and she had expressed her unbridled pleasure in every way she knew of, and her fourth orgasm was on the horizon.

Feeling her womanly cavern tightening around his birthing rod from all sides, Rylan flipped her around once again and lifted her legs, opening them up in a v-shape while pressing down on her. It was the famous position known as the mating press.

Feeling himself close to release, Rylan accelerated her movements with a burst of speed and thrust in and out of Helena's throbbing snatch with full force.

Helena was no longer making any noises at this point. She was spent and her body was only reacting on instincts and muscle memory. Nevertheless, her body still shuddered and convulsed violently as her sixth orgasm erupted into a geyser of love juices, soaking the bed wet. Her limbs straightened and her eyes rolled back as her tongue lolled out.

At the same time, Rylan unleashed a strong gush of semen into Helena's womb. It was more than the normal amount a human could produce. It flooded her cavern and his seed was pushed out due to the insufficient room in her uterus and womb. The shrinking geyser of her love juices turned white due to the mixture of Rylan's seed.

Once the pair's height of pleasure had receded to the surface, Rylan rolled off of Helena and lay beside the half-dead Helena with a complacent smile on his face. Helena was lying motionlessly with her limbs sprawled with the occasional twitches and small spasming of her body that was still coming down from the high. In fact, she was actually still cumming with small ropes of her love juices spurting out of her throbbing snatch intermittently.

"That was great," he muttered. Despite how vigorous he had been, he was not the least bit out of breath. Contrary to being exhausted, he was feeling refreshed and reinvigorated. If anyone stumbled upon this sight at this moment, they would think Rylan had sapped the poor fucked-silly woman of her energy and life force.

Nevertheless, the fatigue of his mind was still present and only sleep could get rid of it. Though he was tempted to just go to sleep straight away, the pitiful sight of Helena tugged at his heartstrings solely because she was someone he had slept with. Using his magic, he cleaned Helena of the various bodily fluids that resulted from the fervid sex that she was drenched in. For giving him such a good time, this was the least he could do for her in return.

Rylan also made sure to clean the bed as well as no one would like to wake up in a bed soaked in the stench of the love fluids of their sex last night.

"Good night," Rylan whispered with a kiss on her forehead before going to sleep with the blanket pulled over them.

****

"Just what are you?" Helena asked once again while she was putting on a fresh set of garments. She was wincing and groaning whenever she had to bend her limbs too much. She had wanted to wear a pair of slacks today but as her body was still aching from their fervent sexual bout last night, she wore a pencil skirt with a short slit instead.

Rylan chuckled. "The answer is a privilege you have to earn." He had already taken a morning shower, fully dressed, and was sitting in an armchair, admiring the fascinating sight of Helena's body while she was getting dressed.

"Are you even a human?"

"That depends on how you define a human. If you asked a person without powers whether they consider superheroes human, I'm sure at least more than half of them would say no."

Helena sighed and put on her blazer. With that, she was completely dressed. She was now bearing the appearance of a solemn, dignified, indomitable business lady without a trace of the mess of a harlot she was reduced to last night.

Rylan couldn't help but titter at the stark contrast.

"Now that I have fulfilled my end of the bargain, I hope you will fulfil yours, Rylan," Helena said with a stern look but no matter how hard she tried, a faint blush formed on her cheeks.

"Of course, Helena."

She glanced at him sharply. "I don't remember giving you permission to call me by my name, boy."

"You already have, Helena. You gave everything to me last night."

"In your dreams, perhaps. Don't flatter yourself, boy. I will admit that you're good at sex but that's all it is, just sex. You read too many stories if you think a single night of fun is all it took for me to swoon in your presence."

Rylan simpered. "So you admit it was fun."

Her blush deepened. She quickly turned her face away before Rylan could take notice. "Stop this, already. I have a husband."

Rylan grinned. He didn't need to look at her face to know her blush deepened. He could tell simply by her heartbeat and her body temperature. "Don't you think it's a little too late to be pulling the 'husband' card?"

"I'm just reminding you of our positions, Rylan, in case we are doing something like this again. We must be discreet at all costs. I don't want people talking."

"Oh? You want to do this again some other time?"

"The sex was enjoyable. Probably the best one I ever had and if this current arrangement of ours bloomed into something bigger, I don't mind indulging with you in our lust once more. But don't let that get your head. Please note that in the end, there's nothing between us." Though Helena was staring firmly at Rylan as she said these, she was actually trying to convince herself. As much as she tried to not think about it, Rylan was good in bed and was stronger than her.

As a woman who had been unsatisfied with sex all her life and men were all disappointing, strength and guts-wise, the existence of Rylan were akin to a shining beacon to her. If he was a few years older and they met under better circumstances, she didn't doubt she would definitely try to court him. But alas, things were what it was.

Just then, a sharp sound of a chime resounded across the penthouse followed by the sounds of the elevator doors sliding open.

"Your PA?" Rylan muttered.

Helena glanced at Rylan with a slight frown of disbelief, looking at him as if he had figured out her greatest and most terrible secret. In a way, he had already discovered one of her greatest secrets.

"Oh, come on. It's not that amazing of a guess. I mean for someone of your status and occupation, who else can it be other than your assistant?"

Helena glowered at Rylan for a while before sighing in resignation. "It is as you said, it's my assistant, Lucia."

The door to the bedroom was then slid open without a knock or any sort of prior notice. A tanned skin woman with a lithe figure walked into the room, dressed in an office attire much like Helena, and clutching a tablet close to her middling chest. She had neck-length white hair that framed her heavenly solemn face.

"Miss Weaver, I have brought the files that you requested. And—" Lucia stopped talking when she noticed Helena wasn't alone in the room. She had a guest and the guest was a young man. Not only that, the young man sat in a way that completely disregarded Helena's authority and status.

Rylan chuckled inwardly. He could feel her dubiety and hostility underneath her cool and composed facade.

"Miss Weaver, who is this man?" Lucia asked in a calm tone.

"This man here is Rylan. He's here to help me deal with a certain unruly and unscrupulous matter."

"I see but pardon for saying this, Miss Weaver, I fail to see how this unassuming man would be capable of handling that matter."

"Rest assured, Lucia. He's more than capable. If he's not… well, good riddance then."

Lucia looked confused for a moment but she said nothing of it in the end.

"Rylan, give Lucia your number."

"Oh, with pleasure," Rylan said with a smile directed at Lucia

"Lucia, send him the files."

Lucia had a complicated look but she did not argue. She received Rylan's number with an unchanging expression but Rylan could feel the turmoil within her, trying to figure out what exactly happened between him and her boss and whether he was someone to be trusted.

After Rylan had given his number, he immediately received an email from an unknown number which he could only guess was Lucia's. He opened the email and pages of information littered his screen. "Ah, that kind of debt collection. Can it even be called a debt?"

"The government has their tax, I have mine. They're operating in my territory. They owed me money, two months' worth."

"Hmm, I can see that. I'm to find someone named Grody… he's the owner of the Arcane? That nightclub where people go to cheat on their partners?"

"It certainly has gotten that reputation but yes, it's that club. It is where you'll find Grody. You can find him nearly every hour of the day or night. He practically lives there. He really likes his club."

"Anything else I should know," Rylan asked after putting his phone to sleep. "Like can I kill him or—"

"While I do not care about the methods you will use, just make sure you don't bring any trouble to me."

Rylan shrugged. "You're the boss," he said with a wry smile and got up from his chair. "Well, I'll be going now. See you… when I see you, Helena."

"Three days, Rylan. Should you fail—"

"I won't fail," he reassured her with a grin before disappearing out of the room.

As soon as Rylan was heard entering the elevator, Lucian's composed facade turned into one of concern. "Miss Weaver, I don't trust that boy."

"I don't trust him either, Lucia, but this task might just change my mind about him. And you don't need to trust him, Lucia. You just need to trust me."

"...Did he threaten you in some way?" Lucia couldn't help but ask after a brief hesitation.

Helena chuckled self-deprecatingly. "With his abilities, I don't believe he needs to."