His nose pressed directly into the cleft between her cheeks—still covered by that soaked tunic and those white cotton panties—but the sensation was unmistakable.

Warmth. Softness that gave way like risen dough. The faint scent of sweat mingled with something distinctly feminine—not perfume or flowers, but the raw musk of arousal that clung to the damp fabric.

It was earthy, slightly salty, with an undertone that was almost sweet in its honesty, like skin heated from within.

He could feel the texture of her panties against his lips.

Her tail lifted up and rested on his head, relaxed as it perked there.

The slight dampness where her body had soaked through the cotton.

The way the fabric clung to her skin, outlining every curve, every dip, molding itself into the crease where her thighs met her sex.

He could smell it—her tightly slit pussy.

Not strongly. Just a faint, intimate musk that made his mouth water and his cock throb painfully in his pants.

The scent was humid, alive—not clinical or sweet like some artificial fragrance, but real. Human. The kind of smell that bypassed thought and went straight to instinct.

Bella froze.

'Haah... i-it happened..'

Her entire body went rigid.

For the first time in her life, she felt something she'd never experienced before—a man's face, warm breath ghosting over her most intimate place, separated only by two thin layers of cloth.

Her beast-kin senses kicked into overdrive.

She could feel everything.

The heat of his breath penetrating the fabric, raising goosebumps across her inner thighs.

The shape of his nose pressing against her slit through the cotton, creating a maddening pressure that made her clit pulse.

The way his mouth—oh gods his mouth—was so close to—

Her face turned crimson.

'What have I done...' Bella feels so much embarrassment and humiliation right now, realizing how she shouldn't have done that.

Indeed, when she heard Kaida telling how Victor would bury his face in her butt, a strange decision seemed to take root in Bella's mind.

She knew what would happen, yet she was swayed by her emotions and did it. In her usual mindset, she would not have done that.

However, feeling him talk to Kaida, even though they were ultimately going to become one, made her jealous for a moment, and she acted on that jealousy.

Even in her embarrassment, with her heart thumping and crashing against her ribs, she did it; she stopped.

thump thump

Bella could feel her own heartbeat so loud and clear that she felt like dying, wanting to bury her head in a hole as she covered her face with both hands, hiding from her own embarrassment.

'I-I... must have lost my mind for doing that—!'

Viktor's tail, meanwhile, had gone completely stiff.

Not swaying. Not moving. Just frozen in place, the spaded tip pointing straight back like an arrow.

Kaida, unfortunately, had been right behind Viktor when he stopped.

And when his tail went rigid—

It flicked forward.

The spade—smooth, heart-shaped, distinctly not designed for combat—smacked directly into Kaida's forehead with a solid 'thwack'.

"Ow! You—!" Kaida snarled, fury reigniting. "That's it!"

She grabbed the tail again—this time with both hands—and bit down on the base near the spade.

Hard.

Her teeth sank into the leathery flesh, and—

"AAAAGH!"

Viktor's scream was muffled.

Because his face was still buried in Bella's ass.

The sound came out garbled, wet, desperate—and in his panic, his mouth opened.

His teeth grazed Bella's clit through her panties.

Not hard. Just a graze.

But enough.

"NYAANAGH~~!"

Bella's scream—half-moan, half-shriek—echoed through the entire passage like a siren going off.

Her back arched. Her thighs clamped together, trapping Viktor's face between them. Her tail puffed up to twice its size, standing straight as a rod.

Viktor's hands flew up instinctively, grabbing her hips to steady himself as his teeth scraped that sensitive bundle of nerves again.

Kaida, still biting his tail, let out a muffled yelp of her own as the sudden movement yanked her forward.

All three of them collapsed into a tangled, messy heap—limbs everywhere, chain rattling, voices overlapping in a cacophony of confusion and mortification.

"S-sir... unh... Viktor... P-please... get off!"

"I can't—my face—"

"Stop moving!"

"NYAAAAAH—!"

Bella's voice cracked on the final note, her entire body trembling as Viktor's nose pressed even deeper between her cheeks, his breath hot and frantic against her soaked panties.

Viktor's tail finally went limp, twitching once before falling still.

"Haah... Haah...!"

Bella's breathing came in short, desperate gasps.

Her face was buried in her hands, her ears pressed flat against her silver hair. Her entire body trembled, thighs clenched so tightly together that her muscles ached.

She could feel it—the wetness. Not just dampness anymore, but something slick and warm soaking through her panties, making the fabric cling even more intimately to her skin.

The sensation made her want to disappear into the stone beneath her.

'What... what just happened to me...?'

Her heart hammered against her ribs so hard she thought it might burst through her chest.

Heat radiated from between her legs, pulsing in waves that made her dizzy.

She'd never felt anything like this—this electric, overwhelming sensation that left her skin tingling and her mind blank.

"Muaah!" Viktor yanked his face free, gasping for air like a drowning man breaking the surface.

His nose was red and slick. His lips glistened with condensation from the soaked fabric.

A thin trail of something wet—definitely not his own saliva—dripped from the tip of his nose down to his chin.

He wiped it away quickly, his expression a perfect storm of horror, confusion, and something else he refused to acknowledge.

The scent still clung to him. That intimate, earthy musk mixed with arousal.

It filled his nostrils, made his enhanced senses go haywire, made his cock throb painfully against his pants despite every rational thought screaming at him to get it together.

Kaida spat dramatically, her face twisted in disgust. "Ugh! It tastes like—like—I don't even know!" She scrubbed her tongue with the back of her hand. "Why is your tail so weird?!"

"Maybe don't bite people's body parts!" Viktor shot back, his voice hoarse.

"Maybe don't stick your face in—" Kaida stopped mid-sentence, her face turning crimson as her eyes flicked to Bella's trembling form. "Never mind."

"Aah... I-I'm so sorry... Sir Viktor... I didn't mean to..." Bella's voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

Her hands pressed harder against her face, trying to hide the tears of mortification threatening to spill. "I just... I don't know what I was thinking... I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry..."

Her thighs squeezed together tighter, and she felt another pulse of heat, another wave of that strange, electric sensation that made her want to curl into a ball and never move again.

Viktor's jaw clenched. He forced himself to look away, to focus on literally anything else. "It's... fine. Just—let's forget it happened."

"How?!" Kaida's voice pitched higher. "How are we supposed to forget—"

"We just do," Viktor said flatly, cutting her off. He wiped his face again, his hand coming away wet. "We never speak of this. Especially not to Mira."

Kaida's mouth snapped shut. Her eyes widened slightly. "Agreed."

"Nmgh..." Bella just whimpered, her entire body curling inward.

Silence fell over them—heavy, suffocating, thick with awkwardness and unspoken thoughts.

The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the distant drip of water somewhere deeper in the cave.

Finally, Viktor cleared his throat. "Let's... just get out of here."

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