Hello everyone this is my first fanfiction I'm a little scared I admit I just arrived, I decided to start on a lemon I hope you will like it in any case I wish you all a good read. If you liked it, don't hesitate to comment the story, it can help me to improve it !

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~ The Memories ~

"He closes his eyes and tears run down his cheeks, because he only has memories now..."

He was sitting in his burgundy armchair at the back of the dark room, a bottle of scotch laid out on the small table and a glass in his hand. John stared at the void, and remembered before the source blood he remembered everything, what he lost the woman he lost Helen. Dr. Helen Magnus her look is hair her silhouette he liked to devour her not only of the look, to kiss her feel the warmth of her lips against his feel her pale white body against his, to comfort her when she was not well. To be able to be present for her...

"but that's all in the past ..." he says.

John opens his eyes and drinks the rest of the scotch that was stagnant in his glass, then in a moment of anger he threw it against the wall, bits of glass scattered all over the oak floor. He hates himself, he prefers to die at this moment, curse the entity which is responsible for all that ! to have made so much evil to the persons that he loves Helen, Ashley... everything gets confused in his head he does not manage any more to think. John takes the bottle of scotch that is sitting on the small table and starts to drink again and again. He thinks that being drunk might help him forget all the bad things he did. After a few hours of staggering around his apartment he decides to sit down and feels like being with Helen to apologize even though he knows deep down that it won't do any good... he gets up, puts on his black leather trench-coat and walks out. It was dark and there was no one on the streets of London, John continued to walk while staggering, the level of alcohol in his blood forced him to walk like this. After several minutes of walking he returned home the cool evening air had lowered the pressure in him, he decided to go to bed he took off all his clothes and lay down, he wanted to do something special tonight something he was not used to doing. John wanted Helen but since he knew he couldn't see her because of the entity he decided to use his imagination.

He closes his eyes and visualizes Helen sitting in front of him, she looks at him with it is big blue eyes then takes his hand and unhooks the buckle of his belt, has this very moment John withdraws his boxer. Once the belt opened Helen unbuttoned his pants. John removed his pants, she passes her hand on his boxer to caress his dick instinctively this one hardens. John took her dick and pulled her up and down to get his erection. Helen slowly pulls down her boxers and then smiles at the sight of his long, dick. John continued to move his hand back and forth, Helen got up and removed his panties in front of him in the most exciting way, she took two fingers from John's hand and inserted them inside her, he understood what he had to do and started to move those two fingers in and out as fast as he could. He looks up and sees Helen in full satisfaction of her gesture. At the same time John accelerates the pace, he withdraws his fingers, she sits on the armchair to be at the right height she takes in one hand his balls and in the other his dick she brings it closer to her mouth. Helen knows all of John's sensitive spots, with her tongue she finds the nerve bundle hidden under his foreskin and starts to suck on it. He can't take it anymore if she continues he's going to ejaculate and deposit his hot white liquid in her mouth he didn't want to, john withdraws. He doesn't feel his groin anymore, he takes a breath and opens his eyes, he sees her sitting wisely on the chair in front of him giving herself pleasure, it gives him shivers from his head to his groin. Instinctively he begins to perform back and forth with his hand until Helen says while gasping

"John please come in me... "

He obeys and gets on her knees and penetrates her the sensation makes Helen jump with pleasure. He straddles her as hard and fast as possible he knows that Helen likes it when it's spicy he continues sweat runs down his back and Helen's back their breathing and heartbeats are synchronized like a wild music the movement of this hips makes the armchair slam against the floor. John gets down on his knees in bed and places one hand on his hip while the other continues the comings and goings. Helen knows that he will soon be unable to hold , she feels his dick tightening inside her, she lets herself be carried away by her orgasm which is not far away. John opens his eyes and sees Helen spasming and panting the words,

"oh...John...". At the sight of this John closes his eyes and feels his groin tightening then he withdraws and lets his white and hot liquid evacuate on Helen's wet belly followed by a grunt and spasms. At this moment John felt his orgasm arrived he continues to accelerate the rate at the same time his liquid spout out on this sheets blue night, he collapses on the mattress and lets the after-orgasm dissipate he smiles while looking at the ceiling of his room, he changes this sheets and collapses of tiredness and falls asleep at once. The next morning john thinks about what happened the day before, closes his eyes and tears run down his cheeks because he only has memories now...

~ end ~