Death in the Ashes

The camp sprawled across the uneven scrubland like a forgotten puzzle, tents pitched haphazardly around a central fire pit that had long since crumbled to ash. Stars punched holes in the black sky, indifferent to the snores drifting from the clustered shelters. Selene lay awake in her own tent, the thin blanket twisted around her legs, her mind a tangle of heat and doubt. Tomorrow morning, Nev would slip away with Hel for some overnight escapade, the first time they'd be truly alone since that wild tangle in the meadow. Selene's fingers itched at the memory—not the full one, but the fragments that haunted her: Hel's strong hands gripping Nev upside down, her mouth devouring her sister's pussy with relentless hunger, Nev's face twisted in that raw, ecstatic agony. Selene had watched from the shadows, her own hand slipping between her thighs, imagining herself in Nev's place, wondering what it would feel like to have a goddess of death tongue-fuck her senseless.

She'd cum so hard that day, right as Nev's eyes fluttered open and locked onto her, their shared release syncing like some forbidden rhythm. Then, when Hel had lowered Nev into the wildflowers, Selene hadn't run. She'd joined them, her body betraying every ounce of her usual restraint. In hindsight, it shocked her—fucking Hel while Nev watched, cheering her on like it was the most natural thing. That was Nev's style, bold and unapologetic, but Selene? She told herself she was the careful one, the thinker. Yet the ache had won, turning fantasy into slick, gasping reality. Now, with Hel poised to claim a bigger slice of Nev's life, Selene couldn't shake the worry. Hel's past was a storm of shadows—betrayals, losses that could swallow someone whole. Was Nev safe with her? Selene wanted to believe it, but the attraction gnawed at her too, a pull toward those powerful arms, that unyielding gaze.

Before Nev had crawled into her bedroll earlier, she'd spilled the details of the date: a hike to some hidden spring, just the two of them under the stars. "I wanted you to come," Nev had said, her voice soft in the dim tent light. "But Hel... she wants me all to herself. You get it, right?" Selene had nodded, forcing a smile, but inside, jealousy twisted like a knife—not for Nev, never that, but for the loneliness that hit when her sister was gone. They weren't lovers, but Nev was her anchor in this chaotic world. Sensing the mood, Nev had squeezed her hand. "Talk to her before we go. Clear the air. And Selene... do whatever you want with her. I trust you. Just don't hurt her, okay? Or let her hurt you." Permission, freely given. It should've eased the knot, but it only made Selene's pulse race.

Now, with the camp silent save for the distant hoot of some night bird, Selene couldn't lie still. She slipped out of her tent, the cool night air biting at her skin through the thin white nightdress that clung to her curves. Nothing underneath—just the fabric whispering against her bare pussy and breasts as she pulled on sandals and a warm jacket. She assumed Hel would be asleep, that the talk could wait till dawn. But as she picked her way toward Hel's tent on the camp's edge, a low, husky moan cut through the quiet. Selene froze. It was Hel, her voice thick with pleasure, unraveling in the dark.

Heat flooded Selene's core instantly. She crept closer, the tent flaps slightly parted, moonlight spilling inside like an invitation. Peering through, she saw Hel on her knees in the center of the small space, her muscular body bare and glistening with a sheen of sweat. One hand cupped her full breast, thumb circling the hardened nipple, while the other worked between her thighs, fingers sliding in and out of her slick pussy with deliberate strokes. Hel's head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, her powerful thighs flexing as she chased release. Those incredible shoulders rolled with each movement, biceps bulging, hands that could crush bone now propelling her toward ecstasy.

Selene's breath hitched. She remembered the river that time—Hel stumbling upon her mid-masturbation, water lapping at her naked skin as she fingered herself to thoughts of forbidden touches. The goddess had stared, intense and unblinking, until Selene screamed in fright, sending Hel bolting away. But alone later, the fear had twisted into fuel. Selene had fantasized Hel staying, claiming her right there: one strong arm hoisting her up against the riverbank, the other plunging fingers deep into her dripping cunt, fucking her until she shattered. That memory had made her cum harder than ever, waves crashing through her as she imagined Hel's grim power bending her to pleasure.

Outside the tent now, the fantasy reignited. Selene's nightdress glowed ethereal in the moonlight, the thin material doing nothing to hide the way her nipples peaked against it. She ached to be touched, her pussy throbbing with need, but her legs wouldn't move. Fear? Lust? Both locked her in place, heart pounding as she watched Hel's body undulate. Unable to stop herself, Selene's hands drifted up, cupping her breasts over the fabric, thumbs brushing her nipples until a soft gasp escaped her lips. It felt so fucking good, the friction sending sparks straight to her clit. One hand slipped lower, under the hem of her dress, fingers finding her wet folds. She was soaked already, sliding a digit along her slit before pushing it inside, imagining it was Hel's thicker fingers stretching her.

She sank to her knees opposite the tent flap, mirroring Hel's position, the cool ground grounding her as pleasure built. Hel's moans were low and throaty, guiding Selene's rhythm. At first, they were all for Nev— "Nev... yes, like that, fuck, bring me there"—sweet coaxings that painted vivid pictures of Hel begging her sister to eat her out, tongue lashing her clit until she broke. Selene stifled her own sounds, biting her lip to keep quiet, but her finger pumped faster, thumb circling her swollen nub. Then, Hel's voice shifted, pitching higher, breathless. "Selene... oh gods, Selene, touch me..." The name hit like lightning, arousal spiking for them both. Selene's eyes fluttered shut, lost in the illusion—Hel's hands on her, fingers curling inside her pussy, voice rough with command. It was the most turned on she'd ever been, her body coiling tight, every nerve screaming for release.

She couldn't hold back the moan— "Hel..."—soft but audible, her climax cresting. Then Hel's voice cut through, clear and wanting: "Selene, cum with me. Please, I want to watch you cum while you watch me." Selene's eyes snapped open. Hel was staring right at her through the flap, green eyes dark with hunger, her own hand still buried in her cunt, stroking furiously. The exposure, the direct gaze—it shattered her. Selene's orgasm ripped through, her pussy clenching around her finger as she cried out Hel's name, body shuddering. Seeing Selene unravel sent Hel over the edge too; she arched back, a guttural moan tearing from her throat as she called Selene's name, her thighs quaking, juices slicking her hand as she rode the waves.

Selene collapsed backward, the back of her head pressing into the dirt, eyes fixed on the moon overhead. Her orgasm pulsed on, hips bucking involuntarily, the night air cooling the sweat on her skin. When it finally ebbed, she lay there panting, the jacket fallen open, nightdress hiked up to expose her glistening thighs. Hel emerged from the tent, naked and unashamed, her body a sculpture of power—rock-hard abs flexing with each breath, breasts heaving, the scent of her arousal hanging in the air.

"You're here," Hel said, voice rough but warm, crouching beside her. No judgment, just that intense gaze Selene both feared and craved. Hel's hand brushed her cheek, then trailed down, tugging the nightdress higher. "I knew you were watching. Felt you."

Selene's cheeks burned, but the afterglow made her bold. "I... I came to talk. About Nev. Tomorrow." She sat up, legs still weak, but her eyes roamed Hel's body hungrily—those bountiful breasts, the trail of dark hair leading to her still-swollen pussy.

Hel chuckled low, a sound like distant thunder. "Talk later. You've got me worked up again." She leaned in, capturing Selene's mouth in a kiss that was all heat and demand, tongue sweeping in to taste her. Selene moaned into it, hands finally free to explore, gripping Hel's shoulders, feeling the muscle shift under her palms. Hel pulled back just enough to whisper, "Take this off. I want you bare."

Selene complied, shrugging off the jacket and peeling the nightdress over her head, the fabric whispering away to leave her naked under the stars. The cool air pebbled her skin, but Hel's warmth pressed close, their breasts brushing as Hel guided her down onto the soft grass beside the tent. "I've wanted this since the river," Hel admitted, her hand sliding between Selene's thighs, fingers tracing her slick entrance. "You screaming, but your eyes begging me to stay. To fuck you right there."

Selene gasped as two fingers pushed inside her, thick and sure, curling against that spot that made her arch. "Yes... fuck, Hel, I imagined it too. You lifting me, fingering me until I came all over your hand." The words spilled out, dirty and honest, as Hel pumped slowly, thumb grazing her clit. Selene's hips rocked up, chasing the friction, her own hands roaming Hel's body—squeezing those firm tits, pinching nipples until Hel hissed.

Hel's free hand pinned Selene's wrist above her head, a gentle restraint that sent thrill through her. "Like this? Held down while I make you soak the ground?" She added a third finger, stretching Selene deliciously, the wet sounds of her pussy echoing in the quiet night. Selene nodded frantically, her free hand dipping to Hel's breast, then lower, finding the goddess's dripping folds. She slid two fingers in easily, matching the rhythm, feeling Hel's walls clench around her.

They moved like that for what felt like hours, bodies grinding under the moon—fingers plunging deep, moans muffled against each other's necks. Hel's power was intoxicating, her body a wall of heat and strength, but she let Selene lead sometimes, gasping when Selene's thumb circled her clit just right. "Fuck, Selene, right there—your fingers feel so good in my pussy." Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the musk of their arousal.

Hel shifted suddenly, pulling her fingers free with a wet pop, making Selene whine at the loss. "Not done yet," Hel growled, flipping Selene onto her stomach with effortless strength. She spread Selene's legs, ass up, and dove in—tongue lapping at her from behind, flat and insistent against her pussy. Selene buried her face in her arms, stifling cries as Hel ate her out like a starving woman, tongue fucking into her hole, then sucking her clit until stars burst behind her eyes. "Taste so fucking good," Hel murmured between licks, one hand kneading Selene's ass, a finger teasing her tight rear entrance.

The sensation was overwhelming—Hel's tongue relentless, that finger circling, pressing just enough to hint at more. Selene pushed back, grinding against her face. "Hel... please, finger my ass. I want it." The words shocked her own ears, but the need overrode shame. Hel obliged, slicking her finger with Selene's juices before easing it in slowly, inch by inch, while her tongue worked the front. The dual invasion built fast, Selene's body trembling as pleasure coiled tight. She came again like that, squirting a little against Hel's mouth, her cries muffled into the grass as waves crashed through her.

Hel didn't stop, flipping Selene over and straddling her face. "Your turn to make me cum." Selene gripped Hel's thighs, pulling her down, tongue delving into that hot, wet pussy. Hel rode her hard, grinding down as Selene licked and sucked, fingers joining to fuck her deep. Hel's moans grew louder, hands in Selene's hair, pulling just enough to sting. "Yes, eat my pussy, Selene—fuck, you're so good at this." She came with a shudder, flooding Selene's mouth, body quaking as she ground out every pulse.

They collapsed together after, limbs tangled, breaths syncing in the cooling night. Hel pulled Selene close, hugging her from behind like she remembered Nev doing—affectionate, protective. "Nev's safe with me," Hel said softly, as if reading her mind. "I know my past scares you. But she... she sees the parts I hide. And you—you're part of this now, if you want."

Selene turned in her arms, kissing her deeply, tasting herself on Hel's lips. The jealousy ebbed, replaced by a warm certainty. "I do. But tomorrow, when you take her away... bring her back to me too." Hel's laugh rumbled against her chest, promising more nights like this.

As dawn crept in, they slipped back to the tents separately, bodies sated, secrets shared. Selene watched Nev pack that morning, a sly smile passing between sisters. Hel caught her eye across the camp, a wink promising the spring wouldn't be the only place soaked by nightfall. And for the first time, Selene felt not just desire, but belonging—three threads weaving tighter, ready for whatever wild tangle came next. Who knew a midnight wank sesh could rewrite the rules?