Helda’s body was aching with need, the familiar heat building up in her loins as her futa cock grew hard against her thigh. She groaned, running her hands over her massive breasts and squeezing her nipples roughly. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her cock, and she groaned again, louder this time.
She couldn’t deny it any longer. She needed to find a partner, and soon. She thought back to the small, delicate girls she had encountered in the city, their tight vaginas and soft skin. Yes, she decided, she needed to find someone like that. Someone who could handle her size and strength.
With a determined look on her face, Helda got dressed and headed out into the city. She made her way towards the rich district, her hips swaying suggestively with every step. She scanned the streets, looking for a group of young women. There, she spotted them – a group of four, giggling and chatting as they walked.
Helda approached them, her eyes locked on the one who seemed to be the leader of the group. “Hello, ladies,” she said, her voice dripping with honey.
The women eyed her warily, clearly uncomfortable with her direct approach. “Can we help you with something?” one of them asked, her voice tight.
Helda smirked, running a finger down the woman’s arm. “I was thinking maybe one of you could help me… relieve this heat I’m feeling,” she said, gesturing to her crotch.
The women gasped, stepping back from her. “I-I don’t think so,” the one she touched stammered.
Helda pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in a playful pout. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun, I promise,” she said, her voice dripping with false innocence.
The women exchanged glances, then one of them stepped forward. “Fine,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But only if you promise to be gentle.”
Helda grinned, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be more than gentle,” she said, grabbing the woman’s hand and leading her back to her house.
Once they were in the basement, Helda stripped off her clothes, revealing her hard futa cock. The woman’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down.
Helda stepped closer to her, running a hand down her arm. “You’re not scared, are you?” she asked, her voice soft.
The woman shook her head, her eyes locked on Helda’s cock. “No,” she said, her voice trembling. “I’m… excited.”
Helda grinned, wrapping her hand around the woman’s waist and pulling her close. “Good,” she said, before capturing the woman’s lips in a passionate kiss.
As they explored each other’s bodies, Helda couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. This was exactly what she had been craving – a willing partner to fulfill her desires. And she was determined to make this the best experience of the woman’s life.
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