Viktor's fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her robe, sliding down over the soft skin of her inner thigh. His fingertips brushed against—

—nothing.

No cloth. No undergarments.

Just bare skin.

And then—an opening. A cutout in the fabric, precisely positioned right over her pussy.

Viktor's eyes widened. He turned his head sharply toward Mira, who was still stroking his cock under the blankets with slow, maddening precision.

"Did you give her that cloth?" he whispered.

Mira's grin turned smug. She nodded once, her hand never stopping its rhythm.

Viktor chuckled—a low, dark sound that made both women shiver.

"You're a genius," he muttered.

His middle finger found Helena's slit—already slick, already wet. He didn't waste time.

He pressed forward, sliding his finger inside her tight heat in one smooth motion.

"Nnn—!"

Helena's hand flew to her mouth, pressing hard against her lips to muffle the moan that tried to escape. Her whole body went rigid, her thighs clenching around his hand like a vice.

Viktor's finger curled inside her, finding that spot—the one that made her toes curl and her breath hitch.

He started moving—slow at first, then faster, his fingertip dragging against her inner wall with just enough pressure to make her squirm.

Her pussy clenched around his finger, hot and wet and impossibly tight. He could feel every flutter, every pulse, every desperate clench as she tried to hold back her moans.

"Haa—mmph—"

Her muffled sounds leaked out from behind her hand, barely audible over the creaking of the carriage and the merchant's droning voice from the front.

At the same time, Mira's hand was working magic on his cock.

Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, stroking from base to tip in a steady rhythm that made his hips twitch involuntarily. Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head, smearing the bead of precum that had already formed there.

Then her other hand slipped lower, cupping his balls and massaging them gently—rolling them in her palm, squeezing just enough to make his breath catch.

"Fuck," Viktor hissed under his breath, his jaw clenching so hard he thought his teeth might crack.

He added a second finger inside Helena, stretching her open. She whimpered behind her hand, her thighs trembling violently as he pumped his fingers in and out—slow, deep, curling on every upstroke.

Her juices coated his fingers, slick and warm, dripping down to his knuckles. The wet sound of his fingers moving inside her was barely audible beneath the blankets, but he could hear it. 'Schlick-schlick-schlick.'

Mira's hand sped up on his cock. Her grip tightened just a fraction, her palm gliding over his length with practiced ease. She twisted her wrist on every upstroke, her thumb circling the head in slow, torturous circles.

His balls tightened. His cock throbbed in her hand, pulsing with the undeniable need to release.

Across from them, Kaida's eyes were growing wider by the second.

She could see it.

The blankets covering their laps were moving. Rising and falling in a rhythmic motion, forming a tent that was impossible to miss.

Her mouth twitched. Her face flushed—not from arousal, but from disgust and disbelief.

'What the hell is he doing?!'

Her leg moved on instinct. She tried to kick him under the blankets—a warning, a punishment, anything to make him stop.

But she wasn't wearing shoes.

Her bare foot extended, aiming for his shin—

—and instead, her toes landed directly on the head of his cock.

The warm, wet, slick surface pressed against the soft pads of her toes. She felt it. The heat. The wetness. The way it throbbed beneath her foot.

"What is this, you bastard?!" Kaida shrieked, jerking her foot back like she'd just stepped on hot coals. "What the hell?! Disgusting!"

Her sudden movement made the whole carriage lurch violently.

Aldrin yanked on the reins. The wheels skidded in the dirt. The whole vehicle tilted to one side before slamming back down.

Kaida's balance shattered.

She pitched forward, her arms flailing uselessly as gravity took over. Her head crashed directly into Elara's chest.

"Kurgh—!"

Elara let out a startled gasp, her hands flying up to catch Kaida, but it was too late.

Kaida's weight knocked her backward, and both women ended up in a tangled mess of limbs and fabric. Kaida's head hit Elara's modest bosom, hidden beneath her male-type clothing, knocking the air out of her lungs.

"Khuck—L-lady K-kaida!"

Viktor, meanwhile, couldn't hold it anymore.

His jaw clenched. His fingers inside Helena curled hard, pressing against that spot deep inside her. His cock throbbed violently in Mira's hand, pulsing with the desperate need to release.

"Nnn—haa—mmph!"

Helena's muffled moan leaked out from behind her hand as her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers—tight, rhythmic, squeezing over and over as her whole body trembled.

Her thighs shook. Her toes curled inside her shoes. A gush of wetness soaked his hand, dripping down to his wrist.

At the same moment, Mira's hand stroked him one last time—firm, fast, twisting on the upstroke—and Viktor came.

His cock pulsed in her grip, and thick ropes of cum spurted out, landing on the fabric covering his lap.

'Shit—'

Some of it splattered onto Kaida's foot before she yanked it away with a disgusted shriek.

"W-woahh—!?"

The rest pooled in the folds of the blanket, soaking into the wool.

Mira's hand kept moving, milking every last drop from him as his hips jerked involuntarily.

Her fingers squeezed gently, coaxing out the final spurts until his cock finally stopped throbbing.

Both women beside him shuddered, their bodies going limp as they rode out the aftershocks.

Helena's head fell forward, her forehead resting against Viktor's shoulder as she panted softly, her breath hot against his neck.

Mira's hand stilled on his cock, her fingers coated in his release.

And through it all—

"So, as I was saying, Baron," Eldrin continued from the front of the carriage, completely oblivious. The merchant's voice droned on, listing off the goods he'd brought. "These fabrics are imported from the eastern provinces. High-quality wool, dyed with natural pigments. I can offer you a fifteen percent discount if you purchase in bulk—"

Viktor's chest heaved, his breath coming in short gasps. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall of the carriage.

'Timing. Fucking perfect timing.'

Bella, seated beside Mira, had gone completely still.

Her cat ears twitched. Once. Twice. Flicking forward, then flattening slightly against her head.

Then her nose scrunched up, and she inhaled deeply.

That smell.

Her eyes widened.

It was the same smell from the kitchen. The same thick, musky scent she'd caught when she'd walked in on Viktor and Mira—the sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh, Mira's moans echoing off the stone walls, and that smell.

Overwhelming. Primal. Impossible to ignore.

Her gaze dropped.

She saw the movement under the blankets. Saw Viktor's hand disappearing beneath Helena's robe, his fingers glistening with wetness as he slowly pulled them out.

Saw Mira's hand, slick with something thick and white, carefully wiping itself on the inside of the blanket.

Bella's face flushed crimson.

Her cat ears flattened completely against her head, and she immediately turned her gaze down, staring at her lap like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

'Oh gods. Oh gods. Not again... isn't that liquid same as in the kitchen?!'

Her hands clenched into fists on her thighs, nails digging into her palms.

She bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, trying desperately to ignore the heat creeping up her neck and spreading across her cheeks.

Kaida, meanwhile, had finally managed to untangle herself from Elara.

She sat back on her side of the bench, her face twisted in fury and disgust.

Her foot—the one that had touched his cock—was pulled as far back as possible, like she wanted to amputate it.

"What the hell was that?!" she hissed, her voice low but venomous. "What did I just step on?!"

Viktor opened one eye lazily, looking at her with a smirk that could only be described as infuriatingly smug.

"I think you got too powerful feet, Kaida," he said simply, his voice rough and satisfied.

Kaida's jaw dropped. "Feet—?! You—!"

But before she could finish, the carriage came to a complete stop.

The wheels stopped creaking. The rocking motion ceased.

Silence.

Aldrin's voice rang out from the front, loud and clear.

"We have arrived inside Millbrook Village, Baron."

'!'

'Ugh... th-this—', And Viktor suddenly clenched his head; the sudden mention of 'Millbrook' triggered a dream he had nearly forgotten. With a sharp sting, he yanked it away from Helena's pussy, causing her to wince.

"Angh—" But she composed herself as she turned towards Viktor and, ignoring her own arousal, asked, "Y-young master—!—are you alright?!"

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