Sanctuary is not mine, this is adult smut. You've been warned. Enjoy!
Helen Magnus gasped and grabbed for the headboard of her four poster bed as the figure between her legs did wicked things with the dildo he was currently using on her instead of his cock. Declan smiled as he grabbed her leg and threw it over his shoulder with his free hand and leaned in closer to her, causing deeper thrusts that he made with the toy into her body. "That's it Helen, are you ready for the switch up?" Declan asked, his voice deep with arousal and lust.
"OH! God yes!" Helen nodded and panted loudly. Declan nodded and pulled the dildo out slowly, torturously, causing the immortal woman to mewl with wanton pleasure and impatience. When at last she was free of the phallus she reclaimed her leg and literally jumped Declan flipping him on his back.
He was taken by surprise and didn't have time to react before she had her mouth around his swollen cock. Declan groaned and shoved his head down into the mattress as her tongue swirled the head of his penis and her left hand cupped and massaged his balls. Helen let a low hum vibrate through her body and was pleased when a hand found its way into her hair. She continued to bring him to the brink, driven by his moans of encouragement and the tugging on her long locks.
"God, woman you do some evil things to a guy." Declan hissed as she relaxed her throat muscles and took him fully into her mouth, continuing the hum that was driving him crazy. She smiled around him and was unrelenting in the bobbing of her head over him. Declan was nearly in heaven. He thought he was going to explode just before she let him go, releasing his cock from her mouth and grasping the base.
"No, not yet, I want you inside me first." Helen said, slithering up his body, sliding easily against him before kissing him passionately. She tasted of him and chocolate pudding and wine. He groaned. Chocolate pudding and wine had gotten them into this lust filled situation. The food fight at dessert had become an all out war between Will, Abby, Henry, and Kate. Helen and Declan had not escaped un-chocolafied. Helen had been covered head to toe and Declan, despite his military training, had been too.
Now, an hour later, they still hadn't showered and the chocolate pudding was still slimy on their bodies, thanks to the wonderful friction of teasing sex. Declan stopped thinking as he felt Helen lower herself onto his aching erection. She teased him by lowering little by little and clenching her inner muscles over him. When she had finally lowered fully onto him she sat still for a minute reveling in the feeling of being filled perfectly. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her.
"Declan, did you lock the bedroom door?" she asked absentmindedly before moving against him. He paled a little. He hadn't locked the door, nor had he closed it all the way before moving around the corner to her giant bed. He thrust up into her and she seemed to no longer care if someone walked in on them having sex. "Yesyesyesyes." She sobbed, her Victorian accent becoming thicker in the throes of passion. Declan flipped them and began pounding into her needing to find completion.
Helen met him thrust for thrust, screaming his name as he pushed her over the edge. He felt her clamp down on him and he was gone, spilling his seed into her core. She relished in the warmth that freely filled her most intimate places. She lay on her dirtied bed, panting and sated as Declan flopped onto his side, pulling her lower half with him, still buried in her depths.
They lay there in near silence, their heavy post-coital breathing the only sounds in the massive room. Suddenly Helen started laughing. Declan pulled out before he could harden again and looked at his lover with a raised eyebrow. "Love, what is so funny?" He was lost as to what could make her so giddy; she'd only had one glass of wine. She pulled her lower half from him and pointed to the tray that was sitting by the wall, with six large bowls of chocolate pudding, a kettle of tea, and two cups with saucers.
"You didn't lock the door Deco, they brought us our snacks." Helen giggled. She stood and glided across the room and grabbed a bowl and a spoon before returning to her bed and taking a bite. She offered the next one to Declan and he took it, savoring the rich flavor. They shared the whole bowl like this and then Declan got up and poured the tea, taking Helen her cup, and grabbing another bowl of pudding. She had moved to be under the blankets, the evening chill beginning to settle on their bared skin.
Declan climbed onto the bed and fed Helen a bite of the pudding, and again they shared a bowl. When the tea was done Helen smirked and grabbed a third bowl of pudding and padded back to the bed, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom. "Helen, what are we doing with a bowl of pudding in the bathroom?" He said looking around the room and then back at her naked form with a questioning gaze.
The bathroom was nothing like he would have expected it; he could see how it was 'Helen,' but definitely not 'Magnus.' The room was done in lavender and dark blues. There was a black tile floor that made the room dark, mysterious, and sensual. The Persian rug was in contrast to the dark tiles, a swirling pattern of lighter blues and lavender. The sink and counter top both blue, reflected in a large mirror. There was a tiled shower in the far corner and a very large custom bathtub in the center of the room, also blue and lavender swirls in a circle shape. A shelf lined the wall beside the shower, housing all manner of things that belonged in a bathroom. The vanity was set slightly away from the shelves, with all of her makeup, brushes, curling iron and flat iron all neatly laid out on the table. Many bottles of perfumes and polishes were lined just below the mirror. Helen smiled and motioned for him to sit on the edge of the tub.
"I am going to have a very messy snack." Helen simply stated, taking the spoon and dipping it into the pudding and stirring it. She stalked toward him and he gulped, the way her hips swayed and her breasts bounced made him hard again. Helen noticed this and smirked. "Good, boy, now spread 'em." She commanded. He was powerless to resist and he spread his legs. Helen kneeled between them and unceremoniously tipped the spoon of pudding onto Declan's erect penis. He gasped at the chilled feeling and watched in awe as Helen spread it to cover him.
She smiled and nodded before licking a line with the tip of her tongue, base to tip of him. Declan groaned at the feelings of cold and warm on his aching member. Helen cleaned him and pulled back before looking up at him with wide blue eyes. "Oh, you must want your turn too." She said and smiling she offered him the bowl.
"Yes, I bloody well want my turn. Lay down love." He told her while taking the bowl from her. Helen looked around and decided that the tile would be the best place to play with their food. She spread out and hissed when the chilled tile came into contact with her skin. He took a moment to memorize her beauty. She was splayed out sexily on black tile, her hair only a shade lighter. The contrast made her look like she was glowing. "You are so beautiful." Declan whispered, enamored by the sight of her. She had her arms above her head and her bottom lip between her teeth. He got on his knees and set the bowl down on the floor before taking a foot in his hands and kissing her ankles, then moving up her legs alternating kissing them. He bypassed her sex completely and continued to kiss up her body to her breasts. He laved each one with equal attention making the woman beneath him writhe with ignited need. He sat back up and forwent the spoon, dipping his fingers into the bowl and scooping up some of the slimy substance. He ran his covered fingers over her breasts, leaving the dessert behind. He continued to scoop the chocolate up and cover her breasts with it, toying with her nipples all the while.
She was strung tighter than a violin string. His attention to her breasts and the constant tweaking of her nipples had her nearly at orgasm. She was relieved when he placed a thigh between her legs and pressed, before licking a circle around the bottom of each breast, gathering the chocolate in his mouth before moving so he wouldn't disturb his art, and kissing her. The excess of the pudding dribbling onto their chins as tongues battled. Declan tasted of chocolate and wine and Helen moaned into the touch, grinding against his thigh.
When he was done kissing her and the chocolate had been cleaned off of their faces, he continued to clean her chest off one lick at a time. By the end of his 'snack' Helen wanted nothing more than to be filled and pounded into again.
Sensing her need he relocated his groin and placed his tip at her entrance teasing her. She pushed up on to her feet causing Declan to pull away, and him to lie down on the floor with her above him. She moved and grabbed the rest of the pudding, pulling it closer before straddling him and taking him in all the way. She mewled at the feeling and he was reduced to grunts. A flutter of her muscles and he began thrusting up into her. She sighed and squeaked when he changed the angle a little aiming for deeper penetration. She dipped her fingers into the pudding and brought her hand to his chest, trailing the food down it until it hit where their bodies were joined. Declan followed suit and soon they were both covered in chocolaty slime thrusting madly against each other in synch.
They neared the end together and Declan put a hand between them, rubbing his thumb over her bundle of nerves. Twice more and she was gone: lights showing behind her eyes as she clamped down on him screaming his name. Declan followed her a split second later, grunting her name and filling her with his semen again for the second time that night. They pulled apart breathing heavily and lay on the chocolate covered floor. Helen cuddled into his side and kissed him soundly before resting her head on his shoulder and a hand on his food ridden chest. Helen decided that they would need a shower to get rid of the chocolate pudding all over their bodies.
Helen stood and pulled Declan to his feet, smiling. "We're filthy, we need to get clean." Helen said pulling him into the shower and turned it on. He stepped under the warm spray and tilted his head up, before pulling Helen under with him. She curled into him and they swayed under the water, letting it run down their bodies. They carefully cleaned off and washed hair before shutting the spray off and getting out. Helen handed him a towel and kept one for herself having grabbed them off of the rack, before drying off and returning it to the proper place. She grabbed his hand and placed a kiss to his lips before leading him back to the bed. They climbed under the covers, leaving the clothes and the bowls lying around to be cleaned later. They cuddled and fell into fitful sleep content in each other's arms.
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When Helen awoke the next morning she was alone. She looked around her room and noticed that everything had been cleaned up, not a trace of the illicit activities in the room except the good ache in her muscles and the few chocolate streaks on the silk sheets. She felt the other side of the bed and noticed how it was cold.
Her eyes started to water and there was an ache in her chest, a tightening of her heart. "That selfish rat bastard." She ranted in anger, she threw a pillow across the room and got up and went to the bathroom. She washed her face and did her makeup. When she left the bathroom she was her usual self on the outside. She dressed and went about her day normally, aside from glaring Declan during conference call.
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Four weeks later.
Helen stared at the chart in shock. She hadn't planned this, didn't know it could still happen to her. She woke up and came down to have Will do her annual physical and blood tests. Will looked at his boss and decided to let her digest the information of the blood tests herself. She looked from the chart to Will, her eyes beginning to water. "Will, I need to call Declan." She whispered.
Will handed her his cell phone and she dialed Declan's personal number. He picked up on the first ring. "'Ello?" his voice sounded over the line. She had only begun to talk to him about a week after he had apologized for leaving, at Will's insistence. It had taken Will chewing him out to get him to do it though.
"Declan. Hi, I have some news." Helen sounded small, and scared. Declan didn't like that, she wasn't the Magnus he knew.
"What's wrong Helen?" he asked.
Helen didn't want to linger on it. "Are you sitting down?" she began. She didn't want him to pass out.
"Why would I need to sit down? Just tell me what's wrong." He insisted.
"Okay. I'm pregnant. You're the father." There, she said it. She had it off her chest now and he knew. It was up to him to choose his role in the baby's life; she wasn't getting rid of it. There was silence on the other end for a moment and then she heard the tell tale thump of a body hitting the floor. "Declan!" she yelled, but there no sound. She looked at Will and shrugged, she had told him to sit down after all.