"Can't you 'see' she's dying from coldbite?" he snapped, glaring up at Kaida. "Look at her fingers! They're turning 'blue'! Her skin is freezing!"

Kaida's gaze dropped to Bella's hands.

Her expression shifted—realization dawning as she saw the discoloration, the way Bella's entire body was shaking uncontrollably. The way her lips had gone from pink to pale to blue.

'Coldbite. Shit. How did I not notice—'

"What—but I—how—" Kaida stammered, clearly thrown off balance.

Viktor adjusted his grip on Bella, pulling her closer to his chest. The small cat-kin girl whimpered softly, her trembling intensifying as the warmth of his body began to seep into her frozen limbs. "The temperature in this cave isn't good. And we're all 'soaked'. Bella's a cat-kin, so she's way more sensitive to cold than we are. But if we don't get warm soon, we'll be next."

He looked up at Kaida, his expression dead serious.

"We need to remove our clothes," he said bluntly. "All of them. Wet clothes will kill us faster than no clothes."

Kaida's face turned bright red.

"Like 'hell' I'm removing my clothes, you pervert!" she snarled.

Viktor sighed.

He gently shifted Bella in his arms, his hands moving to the buttons of her tattered shirt. His fingers worked quickly, efficiently—no hesitation.

Bella's eyes widened in panic. "W-Wait! Sir Viktor, what are you—"

Her entire body went rigid again.

'He's... he's going to...'

Embarrassment flooded through her. Shame. The memory of being stripped and inspected at the slave markets. Of hands touching her without permission. Of eyes that looked at her like she was meat.

But Viktor's touch was... different.

Clinical. Focused.

His fingers didn't linger. Didn't grope. Just moved methodically from button to button, his gaze fixed on her face rather than her body.

"Trust me," Viktor said quietly, his tone gentle despite the situation.

Bella's breath hitched.

'Trust...?'

Kaida moved forward, her hand shooting out to grab his wrist.

"Stop it!" she hissed. "Hand her over to 'me'. I don't trust you."

Viktor met her gaze, his dark eyes steady.

For a moment, they just stared at each other.

Then Viktor nodded slowly.

"Fine by me," he said after a moment. "But at least remove 'your' clothes. You're freezing too."

Kaida's jaw clenched.

She pulled Bella away from Viktor's arms, cradling the smaller girl against her chest protectively. Bella's body was still trembling violently—her skin icy cold against Kaida's own chilled flesh.

Then she moved to sit on the opposite side of the fire, as far from Viktor as possible while still staying within range of the heat.

She glared at him over the flickering flames.

"Don't. 'Look'. You bastard," she growled.

Viktor shrugged, turning his back toward them.

"Fine. Just hurry up before you both freeze to death."

Behind him, he heard the rustle of fabric.

The soft sound of Kaida murmuring something to Bella.

"It's okay. I've got you. He's not looking. We're safe."

Bella's quiet, trembling voice responding.

"I... I'm s-sorry. I'm so c-cold..."

"Shh. It's not your fault. Just let me—here, lift your arms."

And then more rustling.

The wet 'slap' of soaked fabric hitting stone.

Viktor kept his gaze fixed on the dark water of the underground lake, forcing himself to focus on 'anything' other than what was happening behind him.

'Come on. Don't be a pervert right now. They're freezing. This is survival. Not—'

The fire crackled.

Water dripped somewhere in the darkness.

And Viktor's tail swished behind him, betraying his thoughts.

"I said don't look!" Kaida's voice snapped from behind him.

"I'm 'not' looking!" Viktor shot back, his eye twitching.

"Then why are you 'facing' the water?! The heater is 'this' way!"

"Because you told me not to look!"

"Well—well—" Kaida sputtered. "Fine! Just—just slide back here or you'll freeze too, you idiot!"

Viktor sighed.

He turned around slowly, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the 'ground' as he scooted backward until his back was near the fire.

The warmth hit him immediately—a wave of heat that made his frozen skin tingle painfully as circulation began to return.

And then—despite his best efforts—his gaze flicked up.

Just for a second.

Both of them were 'naked'.

Completely, utterly naked.

They'd shifted position while he wasn't looking—no longer huddled together but sitting separately, though still close to the fire. Each woman had drawn her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs in a futile attempt at modesty.

Kaida sat with her back slightly turned, one arm crossed over her chest while her other hand gripped her shin. But the angle was all wrong—her attempt to cover herself only served to push her breasts together, making them spill slightly over her forearm.

They were fuller than he'd expected—C-cup at least, firm and round despite her lean frame, with small pale pink nipples that had pebbled from the cold. Not as massive as Mira's, but substantial enough to make his mouth go dry.

Her body was lean and toned—years of sword training evident in every line of muscle. Her stomach was flat, marked with faint scars from old wounds. Her thighs were strong and defined, pressed tight against her chest.

But it was the 'scars' that caught Viktor's attention first.

Blade marks.

Dozens of them.

Thin white lines crisscrossing her torso, her arms, her legs. Some were old and faded—barely visible except where the firelight caught them at certain angles. Others looked more recent—raised and pink against her pale skin. A particularly nasty one ran from her left shoulder down across her ribs, ending just above her hip. Another curved around her right forearm like a bracelet.

Evidence of a life spent fighting. Of battles won and lost. Of pain endured and survived.

As she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, her legs parted slightly—just for a moment—and Viktor caught a glimpse between her thighs.

'Smooth.'

Completely hairless.

Her pussy was cleanly shaved, the lips barely visible in the flickering firelight as she quickly pressed her thighs back together, one hand moving down to cover herself through the gap between her fingers.

''She's really Mira's sister.''

The thought hit him unbidden, accompanied by a flash of memory—Mira's own smooth sex, the small mole just above her left lip that he'd traced with his tongue more times than he could count.

Both sisters kept themselves shaved. Probably a family thing. Or a cultural thing from wherever they'd grown up.

Bella, by contrast, looked almost fragile beside Kaida.

Her body was petite—small-breasted with tight, perky tits that were barely more than a handful. Horn-type firm, the kind that stood up pert and proud despite gravity, topped with pale pink nipples that matched Kaida's. Her skin was smooth and unblemished except for her back.

'Whip marks.'

Thick, raised scars that crisscrossed her shoulders and spine. Old slave marks. Evidence of abuse that made Viktor's jaw clench involuntarily. Some of the scars overlapped, creating a patchwork of pain across her delicate skin. Others were isolated—single strikes that had cut deep and healed poorly.

She was curled even tighter than Kaida, both arms wrapped around her knees, her face buried against her shins in embarrassment. Her silver tail was wrapped around her waist protectively, the tip bandaged where Viktor had treated it earlier. The fur was matted and damp, clinging to her skin.

But what caught Viktor's attention—what he couldn't help but notice—was the silver hair.

Not just on her head.

'Everywhere.'

Fine, silvery-white fur covered parts of her body in a distinctly beast-kin pattern. Her underarms had tufts of soft silver hair. And between her thighs—visible for just a moment as she adjusted her position—was a neat triangle of silvery-white fur, slightly darker than the rest, covering her sex.

Her pussy was hairy in that uniquely beast-kin way—not overgrown, but natural, soft-looking, the silver fur catching the firelight like spun silk.

It was oddly... arousing.

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