Now You Don't

Story by Sophiie93 Helena stepped closer, backing me up until my legs hit the couch. “What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head. “You were curious a second ago.” I exhaled, my gaze tracing the curves of the stunning mutant in front of me—her full breasts swaying with every movement. “I-I know, it’s just…” “Nervous?” Her voice softened as her hands settled on my shoulders, warm and reassuring. “Relax. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” I rolled my eyes, fighting a smirk. “They say it’s natural to fear what you can’t see.” Helena paused, then burst into laughter. “Okay, fair. But…” Her tone turned playful, and suddenly, invisible fingers curled around my hips. “Aren’t you curious?” I swallowed, lifting my hands toward hers—or where they should’ve been. My fingers brushed empty air before finding the smooth, unseen skin of her wrists. Heat prickled up my neck as I traced the shape of her arms downward, over hidden shoulders and biceps. “So… four hands?” I murmured, kneading the invisible muscles beneath my touch. “Close, but no.” She grinned, and a phantom touch carded through my hair—another hand, one I hadn’t accounted for. I jerked back. “Wait, how many—?” “Guess.” Her smirk widened as I groped blindly along her ribs, searching for more limbs. “Hah! That tickles!” She squirmed when my fingers skimmed her sides, her laughter bright. Meanwhile, her hair lifted on its own, as if pushed by an unseen palm. My mind raced. Arms on her hips, hands in my hair, another adjusting her dress—how many extras was she hiding? “You’ll have to be more creative,” she teased. I narrowed my eyes, then gasped. “You have a tail.” Helena’s jaw dropped. “Damn, you’re sharp. How’d you know?” “Your dress is twitching.” I pointed to the fabric swaying near her thigh. She glanced over her shoulder, and the motion stopped. “Oops. Got a little excited, I guess.” “Does it wag like a dog’s when you’re happy?” I teased. “Hey, no tail-shaming!” She huffed, but her grin returned. Then, slowly, her tail materialized—long, sinuous, and tipped with a six-fingered hand boasting two thumbs. “Whoa.” I gaped. “Didn’t expect that.” “Yeah, it’s… kind of embarrassing.” She wiggled the extra digits, letting her other concealed arms flicker into view. “It’s incredible!” I reached out, fascinated. “Is this everything?” Helena arched a brow. “You’re asking me? You haven’t shown me your surprises yet.” She crossed her arms, waiting. I hesitated, then peeled off my blouse, exposing my six small breasts. Helena’s eyes lit up. “Gorgeous,” she breathed. “They’re tiny compared to yours.” I tried to cover them, but she caught my wrists. “But there’s three times as many.” With a flick of her will, her arms and tail vanished again—and her dress slipped to the floor, leaving only glimpses of her curves where droplets of sweat or stray strands of hair clung to her invisible skin. Before I could react, she guided my hand to her right breast. I gasped as my fingers sank into plush warmth—then recoiled when something licked my palm. “Hee hee… Like that?” Her voice came from her chest, not her lips. “Y-You have mouths on your—?!” “Lipples—that’s what they’re called,” she murmured, her voice thick with pride as her arms encircled me—one pair draping over my shoulders, the other gripping my hips. Her thigh pressed firmly against my growing arousal, the heat between us undeniable. “So… shall we have a little fun?” I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “Will you stay invisible?” “Of course,” she purred, her lips brushing against my neck in a teasing kiss. “It’ll make this even more… intoxicating.” I exhaled as unseen fingers deftly unfastened my pants, sliding them down along with my underwear. The absence of sight only heightened sensation—her touch was everywhere and nowhere at once, impossible to predict, impossible to resist. Before I could process it, I was seated on the couch, my cock fully erect, straining for attention. Helena knelt before me, her presence betrayed only by the pressure of her upper arms spreading my thighs apart. Then came the silken warmth of her breasts enveloping me—one rising as the other descended, a rhythmic undulation guided by unseen hands. “Mmm… you’re so hard for me,” she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction. The sudden swipe of her tongue across my tip sent a jolt of pleasure down my spine, drawing a ragged groan from my lips. Encouraged, the tongues of her lipples joined in, tracing slow, wet lines along my shaft, their movements sinuous and deliberate. Just as I thought I’d reached paradise, her other hands made their presence known—fingers slipping inside me, another teasing my nipple with a sharp, delicious pinch. My back arched, my hand flying to my mouth to stifle a cry—until an invisible grip seized my wrist, forcing it away. “Let me hear you,” she commanded, her breath hot against my ear. “Don’t hold back.” Suspicion flickered—there was far more to Helena than she’d revealed—but the pleasure drowned all thought. My moans grew louder, unrestrained, until a violent orgasm tore through me, spilling over her invisible form. Cum streaked across her face, her cleavage, revealing the lush curves of her breasts—and even one of those mesmerizing lipples, the liquid vanishing as it neared them. “Mmm… you came so much,” she sighed, licking her lips with evident delight. Catching my breath, I seized her shoulders, pulling her into a fierce kiss as I dragged her toward the bedroom. She laughed, surprised but delighted, tumbling onto the mattress beneath me. “Oh, Iris,” she gasped as I flipped her onto her hands and knees. “What a dominant side… I love it.” Guiding myself to her entrance, I pushed inside slowly, watching my cock disappear into empty air—yet feeling every inch of her, tight and wet around me. “Oh my god…” I groaned, gripping her hips. Helena rocked back against me. “Yes… yes! Fuck me, Iris—don’t hold back!” Her plea was all the permission I needed. I drove into her with abandon, my thrusts deep and relentless, while unseen hands roamed my body—cupping my breasts, tracing my lips, stoking the fire inside me higher than I’d ever known. We fucked for what felt like hours, until Helena collapsed onto the sheets, breathless and laughing, her body thrumming with aftershocks. “Y-You’re… incredible,” she managed before slipping into deep, sated sleep. Propping myself up, I finally saw her fully—four graceful arms, those exquisite lipples, twin tails tipped with delicate hands, and a third eye nestled on her forehead, still closed in slumber. A satisfied smile curved my lips as I lay beside her, pulling her close before drifting off, still thrumming with the echoes of pleasure. I woke first, slipping out to make breakfast. The memory of last night had me half-hard again by the time Helena shuffled in, gloriously naked—and fully seen. “Morning,” she yawned, stretching all four arms. Her tails swished behind her, and her lipples smacked lazily. “You’re… not hiding today,” I noted. “Can’t control it when I’m sleepy.” She nuzzled my shoulder, her breasts pressing into my back. “Mmm, breakfast? Sweet.” “Figured you wouldn’t want to run into Logan and his… guest.” She snorted. “Hope she visits often. Gives me an excuse to come over.” “You don’t need one.” I set the plates down, eyeing her lipples. “So… do those eat, or…?” Helena’s grin was devilish. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” I laughed. “Coming from you, that’s ironic.”