Breaking your view of Helen's voluptuous body reluctantly, you gaze about the room momentarily before your eyes light on a nearby amphora jar. Looking back at her, you point towards it, and say in your most commanding tone, "Bring that jar to me. I have decided how to cleanse you".
Bowing shakily, Helen moves to do your bidding, her silken dress swishing against the floor. You enjoy the way it clings to her hips as she bends over to lift the jar and bring it to you, offering it to you with a bow. You take it from her, lifting it to your nose to take whiff at the contents. Perfect, you think, virgin olive oil. Rather ironic, considering what your plan is.
"Disrobe", you say in tone, noticing with some mute satisfaction how it causes her to jump slightly. However, she seems to think better than to disobey, and with a blush she slips off the dress, letting it flutter down to the floor to reveal her pale, smooth body; the hourglass curves, and huge, rounded breasts to die for. She trembles slightly as you gaze over her with barely concealed lust, trying your best to keep your imperious tone and manner to keep her subdued. The stone room is cool, and her nipples start to stiffen before you galvanize yourself into action, and step forward towards her. "I will cleanse you by rubbing this oil into your skin. It's essence shall purify your body and atone for your earlier blasphemy!".
Her eyes widen, but before she can say anything you tip the amphora jar forward, pouring the slippery oil down over her shoulders. She gasps as you pour nearly half the jar over her, making sure to pour over both shoulders. You watch lustfully as the oil flows down her body, over her tits, with a few drops splattering on the floor as they drop off of her hardening nipples, and down her stomach, around her hips, and over her soft thighs until it starts to pool on the floor. She looks down at herself, and the scarlet flush over her face increases before she turns to look at you. "Is... is it over, my lord?".
You stride next to her, trying to ignore your growing erection for a moment. "No! The oil must work deep into your body to purify you. I will ensure it". With greedy hands, you come up behind her, wrapping your arms around her to grasp her huge breasts with your hands and knead them softly, spreading the slippery oil evenly over them. Helen gives a soft cry before twisting back, leaning against you as she tries to keep on her feet despite the new waves of ecstasy crashing over her. Your fingers pinch her nipples, tugging on them and twisting them gently as they stiffen and grow, before one of your hands hunts southward, leaving its twin to lather the oil between the grand breasts, lubricating her cleavage. Your hand passes down her flat waist, moving in a circular fashion to rub the oil all over it. Helen gives whimpered moans as your hand moves downward, her hands bent behind her to dig into your toga. Finally, you run a hand over one smooth thigh, leaving it shiny with oil before bending your wrist up to fondle her clit. Helen's eyes screw shut as she moans loudly. "Ahh! Gods! My god, please!".
"You must be purified!" you exclaim, a little too triumphantly, but if her panting and flush are any indication, she seems to be getting into the "purification" a little herself. Your fingers rub over her vagina as your other hands resumes plucking at one of her nipples, providing her with a dual shock as your fingers slip in. With Helen of Troy writhing and moaning at your mercy, you could go anywhere from here. And with this oil lubricating everything, you could give her a very wild ride indeed. |