The air in the grand hall was thick with the scent of sweat, lust, and defiance as General burst through the ornate doors, his presence slicing through the chaotic orgy like a blade. His eyes, cold and furious, scanned the room until they landed on Helena, who stood frozen amidst the writhing bodies. She was a vision of conflicted desire, her skin flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes wide with a mix of fear and anticipation. The Collector, a smirk playing on his lips, leaned casually against a marble column, his gaze shifting between Helena and the intruder with calculated amusement.
General's boots echoed on the marble floor as he strode toward Helena, his movements deliberate, his authority undeniable. The crowd parted instinctively, their whispers and moans fading into the background as the tension in the room escalated. Helena's breath hitched as he reached her, his hand closing around her wrist with a grip that was both punishing and possessive. "You're mine," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, meant for her ears alone. "And I'm here to take what's mine back."
The Collector straightened, his smirk widening into a grin. "Ah, General. I was wondering when you'd show up. You're just in time for the finale." He gestured to the labyrinthine orgy, his tone dripping with mock hospitality. "Care to join us? Or perhaps you'd prefer a more… private performance?"
General's jaw clenched, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Without a word, he yanked Helena closer, his other hand tangling in her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze. "You're mine, Helena," he repeated, his voice a command. "And I'll prove it to you. To him. To everyone."
Helena's heart pounded in her chest, her body trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. She knew what he intended, and the thought of being claimed in front of the Collector, in front of this crowd, sent a shiver down her spine. "General—" she started, her voice barely a whisper, but he cut her off with a sharp tug on her hair.
"No," he said, his voice cold. "No more words. You belong to me, and I'll show you exactly what that means."
With a swift motion, he spun her around, pressing her against the nearest column, her body flush against the cold marble. The crowd watched in silence, their eyes hungry, their breaths bated, as General began to undress her. His hands were rough, impatient, tearing at the fabric of her gown until it pooled at her feet, leaving her naked and exposed. Helena bit her lip, her cheeks burning with humiliation, but her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening, her core aching with need.
General stepped back, his eyes raking over her body with a mixture of hunger and ownership. "Look at her," he said, his voice loud enough for the Collector to hear. "She's mine. Every inch of her. And I'll fuck her however I want, whenever I want, because she's mine."
The Collector's grin faltered, just for a moment, before he recovered, his eyes narrowing with a challenge. "Impressive words, General. But actions speak louder than words. Let's see if you can back them up."
General's response was immediate. He stepped forward, his hands gripping Helena's hips, pulling her away from the column and positioning her in front of him. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.
Helena hesitated, her pride warring with her desire, but General's gaze was unrelenting. Slowly, she sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. The crowd murmured, their excitement palpable, as General unbuckled his belt, his pants falling to his ankles, revealing his thick, throbbing cock.
"Suck it," he ordered, his voice rough with need. "Show him what a good pet you are."
Helena's cheeks burned hotter, but she obeyed, reaching out to take him in her hand. His skin was hot, his length impressive, and she couldn't suppress a gasp as she wrapped her lips around the head, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. General groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, guiding her movements as she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each stroke.
The Collector watched, his expression unreadable, as Helena deepthroated General, her mouth working eagerly, her moans muffled by the thickness of his cock. General's grip tightened, his hips thrusting forward, his growls filling the room. "That's it," he muttered, his voice thick with desire. "Take it all. Show him what you do for me."
Helena's eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered to the moment, her body responding to General's dominance, her own need spiraling out of control. She sucked him harder, her hands gripping his thighs, her mouth moving in rhythm with his thrusts. The crowd's whispers grew louder, their arousal palpable, as General's pleasure escalated, his breaths coming in sharp gasps.
But General wasn't done. With a rough tug on her hair, he pulled her away, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. "Stand up," he commanded, his voice hoarse. "I'm not done with you yet."
Helena obeyed, her legs trembling as she rose to her feet. General didn't give her time to catch her breath, spinning her around and pressing her against the column once more, her hands braced against the cold marble. "Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice a low growl.
Helena did as she was told, her thighs parting, her core exposed and aching for him. General stepped between her legs, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her entrance. "You're mine, Helena," he repeated, his voice a promise. "And I'm going to fuck you so hard, so you'll never forget it."
With that, he thrust into her, his cock filling her completely, his growl echoing through the room. Helena cried out, her head falling back, her body arching against him as he began to move, his strokes deep and relentless. The crowd watched in rapt silence, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them, as General claimed Helena with a ferocity that left no doubt as to who she belonged to.
The Collector's gaze was intense, his expression a mix of frustration and fascination, as General pounded into Helena, his hands gripping her hips, his growls filling the room. Helena's moans were loud, her body responding to his dominance, her own pleasure building with each thrust. She was his, completely and utterly his, and the realization sent her spiraling toward the edge.
"General—" she gasped, her voice breaking as her orgasm approached, but he cut her off with a sharp slap to her ass, the sound echoing through the room. "Not yet," he growled, his voice commanding. "Not until I say so."
Helena bit her lip, her body trembling as she fought to hold back, but General's thrusts were relentless, his dominance absolute. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch as Helena's cries grew louder, her body tensing, her release imminent.
"That's it," General muttered, his voice thick with need. "Come for me, Helena. Come on my cock and show him who you belong to."
Helena's control shattered, her orgasm ripping through her, her cries filling the room as she climaxed, her body shaking with the force of it. General followed, his own release explosive, his growl echoing through the hall as he filled her, his seed marking her as his own.
As their breaths slowed, General pulled out, his hands still gripping Helena's hips, his gaze never leaving hers. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice soft but unwavering. "Always."
The Collector stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "Impressive, General. Truly impressive. But the game isn't over yet."
General's gaze hardened, his grip on Helena tightening. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice a challenge. "Because Helena is mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her."