Who would have thought... Helena, of all people, would do something so incredibly naughty~
Aether sure was shocked when he woke up, groggy and aching, only to find her body sprawled beside him—face flushed, lips swollen, her skin streaked with the sticky evidence of his climax.
Helena, messy and glowing in the soft morning light, rolled inside the sheets, lay at the edge of the bed. Her thighs pressed tightly together, her whole body still twitching with aftershocks, her face slick with arousal and streaks of cum that clung to her cheeks and chin.
She looked like a fallen angel who had just tasted sin—and wanted more.
"...Helena," Aether rasped, his voice thick, deep, and rough from sleep and confusion.
She jolted up, flustered, her hands quickly covering her face as she stammered, "A-Aether! I—I didn't mean to— I mean, I just—"
