Helen's Autumn Feast: Blood of the Beast [Full Text]

In the brightly lit palace of Shabak Royal City, at the Autumn Blade Banquet

, Helen removed her original priestly robes in a room, preparing to don the Seven-Colored Sparrow Feather Priest Robe bestowed upon her by His Majesty Sarr. Because this robe was so form-fitting, to wear it well, one couldn't wear a bodice or underpants, or could only wear very thin underpants. Helen understood the constraints of this garment, and although she didn't understand why it was designed so intimately, she still removed her undergarments in the dressing room and put on the priest robe directly.

Helen twirled in front of the mirror; the thin priest robe perfectly showcased her beautiful figure, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

At this moment, Helen was quite nervous, as it was her first time attending a banquet without underwear. Besides feeling shy, she also felt a strange excitement.

Entering the banquet hall, she found many nobles already there: young people from the five great noble families, elders of the Senate, and some human nobles—a lively scene.

Helen, carrying a glass of wine, stepped into the crowd. Her priestess robe, with its deep V-neck, revealed a deep cleavage, and without a bodice, her ample breasts swayed with her movements.

Two high slits on either side of her robe revealed her long, slender legs, all the way to her thighs, as she moved or sat.

The nobles around her immediately noticed the stunningly beautiful Helen, excitedly watching her every move and engaging her in intimate conversation. One middle-aged Rhine nobleman was the most enthusiastic; he was the palace steward in charge of all the banquet arrangements. He appeared dignified, but while talking to Helen, his gaze frequently drifted to the fox-like girl's deep cleavage, his greed almost undisguised. Helen, though disgusted, couldn't look away.

At that moment, a burly middle-aged Rhine nobleman approached with a smile, his steps powerful and his aura domineering. Upon seeing him, Steward Rhine immediately introduced Helen with utmost respect: "Your Highness, this is our kingdom's guardian deity, the esteemed Prince Lionheart!" "Ah! Your Highness, I have admired you since childhood... I... I grew up hearing tales of your heroic deeds... It is truly an honor to meet you!" Helen was both surprised and delighted, staring intently at Prince Lionheart, her beautiful eyes unblinking, her words slightly stuttering.

"Your Highness, Helen Lan, you are so beautiful and captivating; even the starlight tonight pales in comparison." Prince Lionheart lowered his head and kissed Helen's delicate white hand, only reluctantly releasing it when the little fox blushed and tried to pull her hand away.

He glanced at Steward Rhine, who immediately said tactfully, "Oh, Your Highness, Your Highness, please continue your conversation; I have other matters to attend to." He then secretly glanced at Helen's full breasts before reluctantly leaving.

Prince Lionheart dismissed the Rhine steward and invited Helen to sit on a crocodile-skin sofa in a corner. They quickly became engaged in lively conversation. His gaze lingered on the little fox's breasts and long legs, his intense gaze causing Helen to feel a surge of excitement, though her thrill masked her discomfort.

Because she was seated, the deep V-neck of her priestess robe revealed even more of her cleavage, and the edges of her breasts were already visible. The slit in her lower garment was also wide open, exposing her bare legs [the entire text] to Prince Lionheart, all the way to her hips. Prince Lionheart

spoke with a smile, his words witty and humorous, frequently eliciting giggles from the little fox. She forgot to cover her exposed cleavage, and despite the prince's excited stare, she felt no disgust, but rather a secret delight.

Soon, music began to play, and the lights dimmed. Prince Lionheart led the beautiful Helen to the dance floor, where they began to dance with the other nobles.

At first, nothing seemed amiss, but as the lights dimmed further, Helen felt Prince Lionheart holding her tighter and tighter. Her breasts pressed firmly against the prince's strong chest, almost bursting out of her V-neck. Helen, immersed in the soft, seductive saxophone music, didn't mind the intimate embrace; in fact, she felt a small sense of enjoyment. Prince

Lionheart's hand stroked the little fox's back, whispering, "Such a smooth back, Helen, you're so sexy. Are you not wearing a bra?" Helen's face immediately flushed, she gave him a coquettish glare, and lowered her head without speaking.

Seeing that the little fox didn't answer, Prince Lionheart knew he had guessed correctly. His large hand slowly moved downwards, quickly reaching Helen's shapely buttocks. Her buttocks, tightly wrapped in her robe, were being caressed with varying degrees of pressure.

"Helen, your buttocks are so bouncy and smooth. You must not be wearing any underwear, are you? You're so seductive! I never expected to meet such a seductive little vixen at the banquet." Prince Lionheart whispered as he stroked Helen's jade-like buttocks, unconsciously changing his honorific address to an affectionate one.

Helen became even more shy and said in a coquettish voice, "No, don't touch me anymore, someone will see us. Your Highness, you're so mean, you're bullying me~" She then playfully hit the prince and buried her head in his chest. Prince Lionheart smiled, embraced Helen, and left the hall. Helen turned her head and noticed that the steward was still staring intently at her. Suddenly, she felt playful and looked at him with a smile. Her phoenix eyes seemed to be able to bewitch people. She gave him a charmingly disdainful look and even stuck out her fragrant tongue and circled it around her red lips, her eyes almost dripping with tears.

The steward from Rhine immediately widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide, not even noticing that saliva was drooling out.

Prince Lionheart led Helen to a secluded corner of a corridor where a royal toilet, built in the style of a human palace, was located. Helen entered the women's toilet, which was small. They went into the innermost stall. Helen pushed the prince away, smiling at him coquettishly, "Your Highness, why did you bring me here?" Prince Lionheart didn't answer, turning to lock the small door of the stall. Then, he suddenly embraced Helen's fragrant, soft, boneless body, passionately kissing her sweet red lips. While kissing her, one hand kneaded Helen's high, full breasts through her priestess robe, while the other reached inside her slit, caressing her beautiful long legs.

Helen said nervously and uneasyly, "Ugh...no...Your Highness...don't...you can't...you're so bad..." Her snow-white arms gently pounded him, but the prince's wet kisses gradually made the alluring Helen understand what fervor meant, and her body's resistance weakened.

Prince Lionheart knew the little fox was beginning to enjoy his passionate kisses and caresses. The thought of possibly tasting the beautiful fox priestess's body tonight filled him with extraordinary excitement and fervor. His greedy hands roamed over Helen's delicate flesh.

This suffocating kiss was something the little fox had never experienced before. She quickly became breathless, moaning and whimpering, her small mouth emitting soft, arousing "mmm" sounds.

Prince Lionheart gripped Helen's small hands tightly with one large hand, and embraced her soft, slender waist with the other, gently kissing her delicate neck, sometimes lightly licking it with his tongue, sometimes gently blowing on her delicate ears, teasing her desire. Helen's

struggles were futile; she wanted to resist, but her body was weak and limp, unable to muster any strength.

Helen's waist twisted, seemingly resisting, yet also seemingly yielding, her mouth murmuring softly,

"Ah... um... no... don't... Your Highness... quickly... quickly let me go... ah... ah..." Unexpectedly, Prince Lionheart released Helen. Although Helen was somewhat puzzled, even feeling a slight sense of loss, she still naturally began to tidy her disheveled long hair.

But suddenly, while Helen was tidying her flowing hair, Prince Lionheart grabbed Helen's neck, preventing her from struggling. Before she could even groan, his lips pressed against hers, kissing Helen's delicate mouth. Helen let out a soft "um..."

At the same moment Helen opened her mouth, Prince Lionheart's cunning tongue seized the opportunity to slip into Helen's mouth, eagerly sucking the nectar from her lips.

Under Prince Lionheart's persistent licking and passionate kisses, Helen gradually surrendered, letting out seductive moans between kisses: "Ahhh...ahhh...mmm..." She wrapped her fair arms around Prince Lionheart's thick neck, and his forceful kisses gradually transformed into a passionate, intertwined kiss, their tongues chasing each other, their saliva exchanging... A decadent atmosphere instantly filled the small room!

Seeing Helen begin to cooperate, Prince Lionheart was overjoyed, suddenly reaching out his right hand to touch Helen's firm breasts. In an instant, one alluring breast was in the prince's large hand... Helen's whole body went numb, her soft breaths becoming quite urgent: "Ahhh...no...there...not there...don't touch there...there...ahhh...ahhh..." Prince Lionheart wantonly kneaded Helen's high breasts.

What an alluring vixen! Prince Lionheart could feel the amazing elasticity of those tender breasts!

His other hand followed suit, sliding down to Helen's full buttocks, squeezing and kneading, eliciting soft moans from her.

Prince Lionheart excitedly ripped off the straps of Helen's priestess robe, his hands directly grasping her soft breasts.

The moment her sensitive breasts were held in the man's warm palms, Helen cried out in surprise, instantly feeling her nipples harden and stand erect, pressing against Prince Lionheart's hands, seemingly welcoming his caresses. A

tingling sensation, like an electric shock, coursed through her body, reaching her private parts, where her plump legs, tightly bound by the priestess robe, writhed and rubbed together incessantly.

Helen's struggles only fueled Prince Lionheart's arousal. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Helen's bare, smooth thighs exposed from her slit, her normally snow-white skin now flushed and glistening. One hand slipped between Helen's writhing thighs, forcefully advancing towards her most alluring petals.

Prince Lionheart's large hand smoothly covered Helen's private parts, his fingers sliding up and down, teasing her full , 　　bulging vulva. 　　The hot, moist sensation aroused him greatly. "Ah

... 　　Prince Lionheart easily pushed Helen down onto the commode beside him, stripping her of her priestly robes. With Helen's gasps of surprise, her two firm, white breasts bounced out, their alluring nipples already engorged and erect, trembling shyly. 　　Her long, slender legs appeared even more sensual in the dim light, her neatly trimmed black pubic hair on full display. 　　Prince Lionheart pressed heavily against Helen's soft body, one hand kneading her breast while his lips tightly enveloped the tip of her other tender nipple. 　　"Mmm...don't suck...I can't take it...mmm..." Helen's pretty face flushed, panting heavily, and she couldn't help but hug Prince Lionheart, who was arching his head against her chest. Her long, jade-like legs wrapped around his strong waist, and her body twisted and swayed involuntarily, perhaps trying to break free, or perhaps wanting more tenderness. Prince Lionheart's fingers skillfully caressed the two moist, pink labia between Helen's thighs, and with a sudden up-and-down motion, he thrust into the muddy, slippery entrance of her vagina. With a long, soul-stirring moan from Helen, his thick, long fingers disappeared into the tight, warm depths of her honeyed orifice. 　　Helen's hands tightened around the head that was still ravaging her chest, then opened weakly. Under the thrusting of Prince Lionheart's fingers, her cherry lips panted softly, her long legs kicked incessantly, and her lower body emitted wave after wave of lewd sounds like the churning of a well. 　　Prince Lionheart, while ogling Helen's naked body, quickly ripped off his evening gown. 　　Helen's eyes were half-open when she saw the middle-aged prince's powerful physique: broad back and thick waist, bulging muscles in his arms and chest, a long, thin tiger tail wrapped around his waist, and a long, dark brown penis protruding between his thick thighs—a menacing sight that was terrifying. Helen gasped softly, "Ahhh!" The blush that had been fading suddenly returned to her pretty face; she was both ashamed and afraid, and tightly closed her eyes, unable to look any longer. 　　Prince Lionheart pressed down on her, lifting Helen's round, white buttocks, and aimed his erect penis at her already wet vulva. 　　The hot, large head of his penis trembled and quivered against the entrance of her tender vulva; Helen felt as if ants were crawling inside her, an emptiness and discomfort. 　　"Please...no...I...have a husband..." Helen, limp and powerless, managed to utter a plea for mercy. 　　"Ignore him, baby. Did you enjoy it just now? It'll get even better next time..." Prince Lionheart teased Helen with flirtatious words. His actions, however, ceased their teasing, as he himself was also experiencing intense engorgement. 　　His penis parted her thin lips, powerfully penetrating deep into Helen's honeyed depths, flowing smoothly with her juices. 　　"Ah...ah...gently...ah..." A full yet painful sensation surged through her, and she gasped, her delicate lips parting involuntarily. Helen's hands involuntarily clung tightly to Prince Lionheart's waist, her thighs clamping down, trying to stop his thrusts. The image of Old Liu's ugly pig head flashed through Helen's mind, but it was quickly swallowed up by the overwhelming pleasure. 　　As his penis reached Helen's core, the prince let out a roar: "Ahhh!" It felt so good, like heaven. Prince Lionheart felt his penis being tightly enveloped by something hot, tight, warm, and slippery, the vaginal walls gently pulsating, sucking on his glans, both numb and tingling. 　　Obi-Slach! So tight, Helen is truly a rare beauty! Prince Lionheart thought. 　　He muttered under his breath, "Damn it, Old Liu is so lucky, he gets to have such a pussy to fuck all the time. Helen, my darling, you're so sexy, I'm going to fuck you good today!" "Mmm... don't say that... I'm so embarrassed..." The little fox closed her eyes and turned her head away. 　　Helen felt the hot, thick, hard, and cunning penis penetrating her body. It seemed to have a life of its own, stirring on its own without its master's command. Her attempts to hold it in were futile, causing Helen to uncontrollably let out seductive moans, encouraging the man's assault. 　　Prince Lionheart hoisted Helen's legs high onto his shoulders and began to powerfully thrust into her lower body. His penis withdrew from her opening each time, only to thrust all the way to the bottom, growing ever hotter and thicker. 　　"Your Highness... gently... gently... yours... is too big..." Helen pleaded softly, her voice filled with unyielding pleasure. 　　"Don't worry, my little darling, I will cherish you... oh, your little hole feels so good..." The prince slowed his thrusts, lowering his head to kiss the little fox's delicate lips, their tongues entwined. 　　*Thwack thwack thwack*—Hundreds of thrusts and withdrawals, Helen's initial moans and cries had turned into screams. 　　"Oh... Your Highness... You... Oh... You're so hard!" "Ah... Ah... So good... So deep... So beautiful... So beautiful... Helen... Helen is going to die..." Prince Lionheart looked at the fox-woman lost in her moans and smiled slyly. He had done the right thing earlier; such a beauty deserved to be played hard to get. 　　He continued to pound the fox-woman's sensitive flower with steady force, then lowered his head and took one of her nipples, which trembled and bounced as she writhed in response, 　　into his mouth. "Ah... Ah... I'm going to cum... I'm coming... Helen is going to die!" Prince Lionheart suddenly coordinated, his glans plunging deep into Helen's cervix, his teeth gently biting her erect nipple.

Helen's vagina suddenly tightened, her cervix scraping and gripping the man's thick glans. Prince Lionheart felt a surge of heat crashing against his glans, a tingling, pleasurable sensation that made it hard to hold back his ejaculation. "Helen, my darling, I'm going to cum!!" he roared, thrusting even more wildly and violently into Helen's vagina, making her shapely buttocks undulate like waves.

"Ah! Not in there... no..." Helen weakly pushed him away.

Prince Lionheart ignored her, continuing his rampage. Suddenly, he growled, "I'll cum to your death!" His thick, long penis plunged deep into Helen's body, thick semen shooting out!

Helen felt the glans, pressed tightly against her clitoris, suddenly shoot out a powerful stream of heat, the tingling pleasure reaching her very core. She cried out, "Ahhh!" and felt as if she were floating, then collapsed, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over.

Prince Lionheart, panting, admired Helen's appearance after being violated [full text].

Semen continued to flow from Helen's vagina. Satisfied, Prince Lionheart dressed, then passionately kissed and licked Helen's breasts, thighs, and buttocks again before reluctantly leaving the latrine.

Helen stood up weakly, wiped herself clean, dressed, and carefully tidied herself in front of the latrine mirror. "Let this be a beautiful memory," Helen thought, returning to the banquet hall.

The banquet was drawing to a close, and Prince Lionheart, who had just been frantically making love with Helen, was now speaking on the high platform in the hall. Helen suddenly found it somewhat laughable.

"Helen, my darling, you've finally appeared! Where were you? I've been looking for you." Helen was startled; Prince Richard was now standing behind her, excitedly staring at her, though Helen felt his gaze was somewhat strange.

The banquet ended, and Helen and Mo'er were discussing how to return home when Prince Richard and several young nobles approached.

He said, "With Father Emperor present, were you all a little reserved and didn't quite enjoy yourselves? How about we have a private gathering? Let's go to my chambers." He looked at Helen expectantly as he spoke. Although Helen still wanted to return to the inn as soon as possible, she was pulled along by the girls. Helen saw a satisfied smile on Prince Richard's lips.

Upon arriving at Prince Richard's chambers, everyone immediately relaxed, drinking, chatting, playing tarot cards, and dancing. Prince Richard handed Helen a glass of wine, chatting with her about his recent life.

The reason Helen didn't join in the games and dances was entirely because she had just had passionate intercourse with Prince Richard and her body hadn't recovered. While chatting with Prince Richard, her exposed thighs trembled occasionally.

Time flies when you're having fun. Everyone was exhausted from their revelry, and they'd drunk their fill of wine. They started getting up to say goodbye. Now, apart from Mo'er, who was drunk and lying on the sofa, only Helen and Prince Richard remained in the living room.

"You're very sexy, really. All the men were watching you just now," Prince Richard said, staring at the little fox's slightly flushed face, his gaze carrying a peculiar meaning. Helen's heart raced, and she quickly turned her head away.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. Helen should take her leave now." Helen got up to leave, but as soon as she stood up from the sofa, she felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed back onto it.

Helen didn't know if it was because she hadn't recovered her strength or because she'd drunk too much.

Prince Richard immediately leaned closer, asking softly if she was alright. Helen's eyes were slightly closed, and he stared at her breasts rising and falling with her breath.

Prince Richard moved closer to Helen and whispered, "You seem very tired, my little beauty. Were you too exhausted in the royal restroom?" "Ah! You—" Helen immediately tensed up upon hearing this. Had Prince Richard seen her making love with him?

Before Helen could react, Prince Richard had already embraced her. "My darling, you're so seductive. I was masturbating while watching, it felt both good and bad. Now I'm going to enjoy your alluring body." He began kissing Helen passionately. Helen moaned weakly,

"Mmm…mmm…no…you…how did you see that…?" Prince Richard had already slipped his hand inside Helen's thin priestess robe and directly grasped one of her breasts, kneading it.

"Baby, you don't know, I sneaked into the cubicle next to yours where you were having sex. Standing on the toilet, I could see you and my uncle having sex right there. You looked so lewd being fucked by him. Actually, my uncle saw me later, but he didn't say anything. He just kept fucking you. It was so exciting." Helen's face turned even redder. She had just been fucked, and another man was watching. Helen felt so ashamed just thinking about it.

At this moment, Helen was lying naked on Prince Richard's sofa, with only two crystal high heels on her delicate feet.

"Baby, I want you. You look so lewd right now." Prince Richard also took off his clothes.

Because she was too tired from being fucked, Helen could only lie on the sofa and let Prince Richard do as he pleased.

Prince Richard was very direct. He gently pulled his huge penis out a little, grabbed the beauty's two long legs, and with a few twists and turns, with Helen's moans of "Mmm... Ahhh...", his huge penis smoothly slid in completely.

Prince Richard looked at Helen excitedly. Their eyes met, and Helen's bright eyes flushed red with embarrassment, closing tightly, unable to meet his gaze. He lifted Helen's full, long legs, placing her slender, rounded calves on his shoulders.

His glans pressed deep into Helen's fleshy opening, his hands reaching for her alluring breasts, gently and skillfully caressing them.

Her pink nipples were wantonly pulled and kneaded, but the more he caressed them, the more erect they became, stubbornly defiant against his ravaging.

Helen breathed softly, feeling her tender breasts being played with by the man...
"Ahhh!" With a cry of pain from Helen, he suddenly gripped her breasts tightly, thrusting his hips, his thick, hard penis pumping, striking Helen's sensitive clitoris again and again.

Prince Richard thrust forcefully with smug satisfaction, his hands kneading her firm, supple breasts.

Helen's face flushed crimson, her lips parted slightly as she gasped for breath, her round buttocks swaying gently in response, her vaginal muscles trembling slightly, contracting and relaxing as she gripped the man's large penis as it moved in and out, seemingly enjoying it immensely. 　　"Feels good, doesn't it, you

little slut?" he asked smugly.

Helen kept her eyes tightly shut, too ashamed to answer. 　　"Good girl, tell me, does it feel good?" Prince Richard thrust harder a few more times, " Ahhhhhh..." 　　Helen didn't answer, only moaning wantonly. "Say it, if it feels good, say it, it'll feel even better." He suddenly thrust his thick penis all the way in, rubbing against her sensitive clitoris, continuing to tempt Helen to express her feelings. 　　" Ah ... 　　"Mmm...mmm...you feel so good...better than your...uncle...ah...Helen is dying..." Helen answered obediently under Prince Richard's gentle seduction and frenzied thrusting. 　　"Let me fuck you often from now on, okay?" Prince Richard pressed, seizing the opportunity.

"Mmm...no...I...I have a husband...ah...ah...Helen...I can't...I'm sorry to my husband..." Helen seemed not to have lost her senses.

"If you're comfortable, enjoy it. It doesn't bother your husband. Besides, you've already wronged him." Prince Richard continued to trample on the little fox's sense of shame.

"It's all your fault...you did it...good deed!" Helen replied shyly, seemingly recalling the days when the two of them had passionate trysts. Her honey hole contracted, and the pink flesh walls sucked on the entire penis, making Prince Richard hiss and pant.

"I didn't expect that you, who are usually so dignified and pure, are so lewd and wanton inside. Seeing you being fucked by my uncle, I really wanted to go up and beat him up!" At this point, a surge of jealousy made Prince Richard thrust hard a few times.

"Ah...ah...don't be so hard, it hurts...ah...he forced me..." Helen argued, her face red.

"You old bastard, where did you get the good fortune to enjoy your beautiful body! Humph, you were always mine." Prince Richard thrust deep into her again, fiercely.

"Ahhhhhh, I don't even want that old geezer... um... I only belong to you..." Helen quickly responded.

Prince Richard stopped talking, silently cultivating Helen's fertile land, occasionally thrusting deep, eliciting weak, seductive moans from Helen.

Prince Richard couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, his hips moving nimbly and quickly, thrusting in and out with varying depths.

"Ahhhhhh, what are you doing! You... you... you're so bad! Ahhhhhhh, faster... faster... I want it..." Helen's face flushed, her beautiful eyes closed, her cherry lips panting, her jade buttocks gently twisting in sync.

"Baby, are you comfortable? I'm so happy~" He quickened his thrusts, watching his thick penis appear and disappear between Helen's plump and tender lips, occasionally bringing out white, cloudy vaginal fluid, making his penis smooth and shiny. Waves of tingling sensations came from his penis, and he moaned comfortably.

"You~~you~~you're so amazing~~so thick~~so long~~you hit my heart every time~~ah~~Helen is going to be killed by you~~ah~~" Helen responded weakly to the man's increasingly heavy thrusts, saying shameful words in a daze. She was already in a frenzy, conquered by his thick and long penis.

"Baby, I want you~~don't refuse me anymore~~I want to fuck you every day~~fuck you to death!" Prince Richard squeezed Helen's high and full breasts hard, his strong waist swinging, and he pounded hard into the depths of Helen's tight and slippery honey hole, as if to vent his full hatred.

"Mmm~~ Charlie~~ I'm yours~~ You can fuck me every day~~ Mmm~~ Come on~~ Fuck your Helen to death~~" The stunningly beautiful fox priestess finally submitted to him, and Prince Richard couldn't help but feel a surge of passion. He felt that he had regained all the dignity that Old Liu had humiliated him in the square earlier that day. He thrust wildly, making the beautiful Helen moan incessantly.

Just as Helen was moaning wildly as he fucked her, the flame watch (a dragon-like communicator) in her bag suddenly rang. Helen stopped in fright.

Prince Richard immediately comforted Helen, saying it was okay and not to be nervous, and stopped fucking her. Helen quickly caught her breath before pressing the answer button on the incessantly noisy watch.

"Hello, Richard, what's up?" Helen asked nervously.

"My dear Helen, is the banquet still not over?" It was Old Liu's dissatisfied voice.

"Yes, there are many guests. His Majesty has a long talk with me and may be back a little late. Don't worry, Helen will satisfy you as soon as she gets back," the little fox said nervously.

"Okay, when will that be?" Old Liu asked.

"Should be soon. Are you still waiting for me?" Helen replied.

Prince Richard seemed to have seen the ambiguous conversation between Helen and Old Liu and became even more jealous. He couldn't help but thrust his penis. Helen cried out "Ah!" and immediately turned around to glare at Prince Richard.

"Of course I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for you to come back and wear your undergarment for me to see, and then I'll fuck you properly. What's wrong? What happened?" Old Liu heard Helen's cry.

"Oh, nothing. I accidentally spilled some water. Darling Richard, you're so naughty. I'll let you fuck me to your heart's content when we get back. Okay, I have to hang up now. Goodbye!" Helen couldn't hold on any longer. Before the other end had even finished speaking, she impatiently pressed the stop button.

Helen let out a long sigh, giving Prince Richard, who was still inside her, a flirtatious glare: "You've really ruined me!" Prince Richard immediately began to thrust, pumping rapidly: "You little slut, you still want your husband to fuck you when we get back, you're so horny, but you're mine now, so hurry up and make love with me!" He laughed triumphantly.

Helen blushed, shyly pounding his chest with her small hands. Prince Richard chuckled, lowered his head, and took Helen's hard, erect nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. Occasionally, he would gently bite it with his teeth, while his penis thrust harder, the point of their union producing a sizzling sound and a wet, gurgling noise.

"Ah ...

The soft, sweet voice further aroused Prince Richard's desire. His long legs crossed... [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.]

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