Fic: Focusing (Ashley/Helen, Sanctuary)

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Title: Focusing
Author: Janine
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Ashley/Helen
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Incest
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Prompt: Helen/Ashley - incest (obviously), leather and knife play
Meme: The Third Annual Femslash Kink Meme  

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Helen’s eyes closed and her body trembled in anticipation when she heard the gentle squeaking of Ashley’s leather pants. Ashley had ordered her to disrobe and then lean over her desk, and once Helen had assumed the position Ashley had moved in behind her. She ran her fingers teasingly down Helena’s back and over her ass before tracing the curve of her hips and sliding up her sides – her fingers ever so gently grazing the sides of Helen’s breasts. Ashley teased her fingers over Helena’s skin until she was trembling, and then she had walked away, taking up a silent watch over her exposed mother, letting Helen marinate in her own desire.

 

When Helen heard the squeak of Ashley’s pants she knew that her daughter was in motion again, and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to stop herself from vocalizing the relief she felt knowing that Ashley’s hands would soon be on her.

 

Ashley approached slowly, but eventually she came up behind Helen and grasped her hips. She bucked once against Helen’s ass claiming it, and then she started to grind her leather crotch against Helen’s ass. When Helen started to moan and wiggling against her, Ashley stopped grinding and started to thrust against the round globes of Helen’s ass, hinting at the fucking she would soon be giving to Helen.

 

Helen moaned again and again as Ashley moved against her, and when Ashley stopped thrusting and brought her hand down against the side of Helen’s ass, Helen cried out and then eagerly wiggled her ass back into Ashley’s crotch, and panted, “Again.”

 

Ashley accommodated Helen for a while. She grinded and thrust against her, and then she slapped her mother’s ass before repeating the motions. She gave this to Helen until a thin sheet of sweat covered her skin and she was panting with exertion, and then she pulled back.

 

She had her own plans for the evening.

 

Though it was hard, Helen waited patiently for Ashley’s next move. She knew it wouldn’t take that long, and that the time it did take would only serve to make Ashley’s next touch that much sweeter.

 

As Helen expected, she didn’t have to wait too long before Ashley approached her again from behind and placed her hand on her hip.

 

The contact drew a soft sigh from Helen, and Ashley smiled at the sound, knowing that her mother wouldn’t remain so relaxed.

 

Helen’s eyes closed as Ashley’s hand caressed her hip and back, but when she felt the press of something cold and flat and hard against her inner-thigh, she gasped and jerked in surprise.

 

“Ssh,” Ashley cooed, drawing her hand down over Helen’s back to try and calm her. “It’s okay. Just don’t jerk like that or again or you might cut yourself.”

 

“Cut my…” Helen began to ask before reason cut through the erotic fog clouding her brain and she came to the realization that it was a knife Ashley had pressed between her legs, caressing the soft skin of her inner-thigh. “Oh,” Helen groaned, squeezing at the edge of the desk in an effort to keep herself still through the wave of arousal that slammed into her.

 

Ashley smiled and trailed the knife higher up Helena’s thigh.

 

“Oh indeed,” she murmured, tracing the curve of Helen’s ass with the knife before she leaned down to press her lips between Helen’s shoulder blades. “You’re trembling like a leaf mother. Are you scared?” Ashley asked as she drew the knife under Helen and began to tease across her abdomen with it.

 

Ashley’s voice was like silk sliding over stiff nipples and Helen had to close her eyes and breath in deeply a few times before she had enough control over herself to whisper, “No.”

 

“No,” Ashley repeated thoughtfully as she carefully touched the knife to Helen’s breasts, the sharp inhale and breathy, broken exhale that fell from Helena’s lips when the blade touched her nipple making Ashley’s pussy clench so hard that for a second she thought she had actually come. “Are you wet mother?” Ashley rasped when the quivering in her pussy decreased to a manageable level.

 

“Yes,” Helen groaned. “So wet for you, darling.”

 

“Do you want me to fuck you, mother?” Ashley asked, trailing the knife up Helen’s thigh before bucking her crotch into Helen’s ass.

 

“Yes,” Helena moaned. “Please.”

 

“Should I use the knife?” Ashley asked curiously.

 

“Oh god,” Helena groaned and Ashley smiled.

 

Reaching to the side of her belt, Ashley unclipped the knife’s leather sheath and slipped the blade inside. Holding onto the sheath, Ashley then ran the handle of the knife up Helen’s thigh until she was trembling and panting, and then she brought the handle between Helen’s legs, drawing it along her slit, coating it in Helen’s juices.

 

Ashley teased Helen that way for a while, and then when Helen thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Ashley pushed the handle of the knife inside her. The grooved handle felt wonderful as it passed through Helen’s opening, and she groaned at the feeling of being filled. Ashley entered her until Helen felt the hilt of the blade bump against her, and then Ashley withdrew the handle until just the tip resided inside of Helen.

 

Helen groaned and Ashley pushed in again slow and deep, and then slowly withdrew before pushing in again. Ashley fucked Helen slowly and gently, and only when Helen started to mewl desperately did Ashley start to fuck.

 

Using her hips to enter Helen with more force, Ashley fucked Helen so hard the desk started to move.

 

Helen grunted and groaned, and Ashley placed her hand possessively on Helen’s back and started to take her faster until her breath turned staccato.

 

Ashley leaned over Helen’s back so that her lips hovered by her ear and whispered, “I want you to come for me, mother,” before drawing her head away to nip and then bite at Helen’s shoulder.

 

“I want to come for you, darling,” Helen panted. “I want to come for you so badly.”

 

“Good,” Ashley purred against Helen’s shoulder. “I’ll help you,” she promised, kissing the now red, teeth irritated skin before drawing back.

 

Ashley’s hand migrated from Helena’s hip, under her, and then between her legs, until her fingers were on Helen’s clit. Helena cried out and the sound spurred Ashley on, her hands working Helena from the front and the back, rubbing and thrusting, thrusting and rubbing, until Helen was screaming her release into her arm and her pussy muscles were clenching so greedily at the handle of the knife one might have thought it held the answers to all of life’s mysteries.

 

When Helen’s orgasm finally began to fade, she sighed contently and dropped her head onto the desk as she attempted to catch her breath.

 

Ashley’s left hand ran gently over Helen’s back, hips and upper thighs as Helen’s heart continued to beat wildly and with her right hand Ashley very carefully slipped the handle of the knife out of Helen. She then gave Helen’s pussy a few long, gentle strokes with the handle before finally drawing the knife away from Helen and resting it on the desk.

 

“Do you think you’ll be able to concentrate now?” Ashley asked before pressing her lips against Helen’s back tenderly.

 

Helen was always able to focus better after a vigorous work-out.

 

“Absolutely not,” Helena breathed out as she pushed herself up onto her hands and then turned around to face Ashley. “Not yet at least,” Helen continued, smiling at Ashley before leaning forward to bring their lips together.

 

When the kiss broke, Helen’s hands moved to the button of Ashley’s leather pants and undid it before she slid her fingers down to the zipper. She gave it a forceful tug down, and Ashley moaned in anticipation of finally feeling Helen’s mouth on her, her tongue stroking Ashley to ecstasy.

 

In a matter of seconds Helen had Ashley’s pants undone and, taking hold of both Ashley’s pants and panties, Helen began to tug them down her toned legs.

 

“Hop up on the desk, darling,” Helen breathed out when she was upright again, her fingers brushing softly down Ashley’s cheek before she added, “I want you to be comfortable. I have no intention to make this quick.”

 

Ashley grinned and then hopped onto the desk eagerly, spreading her legs wide before Helen had the chance to.

 

“Beautiful,” Helen whispered after dropping to her knees between Ashley’s legs.

 

Ashley leaned back, bracing her weight on her arms, and when Helen’s mouth descended upon her pussy, licking the length of it with her tongue and then teasing her clit, Ashley moaned contently.

 

She loved it when Helen needed help focusing.

 

The End

 

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