She turned her head, looking at the mirror beside them.

Her reflection stared back.

And she gasped.

Her skin was clearer. The fine lines around her eyes—gone. The slight sag in her cheeks—firmer. Even the stretch marks on her belly were fading, disappearing before her eyes.

Her saggy skin was tightening. Her face was glowing, healthy, youthful.

She looked younger. A year, maybe more.

"I... I'm..." She blinked, unable to believe it.

Tap. Tap.

Viktor's cock tapped against her lips.

"Where were you looking?" he asked, his voice rough and demanding. "I'm still hard."

Mira's gaze shifted from the mirror to his cock. It stood proud, thick, veined, ready for more.

"I guess I will need both you and your sister to bounce on it," he said with a dark smirk.

Mira's heart hammered.

Through the mirror, she saw herself—on her knees now, his cock resting against her lips, both delicate hands held by him above her head.

She looked like a horny bitch. A slut. His slut.

And she loved it.

She smiled—a small, genuine, loving smile.

Then realization hit her.

'His seed healed me. Made me younger. Clearer. Healthier.'

She didn't know exactly how. But she knew what she needed to do.

She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, ready to take him.

"Kaida... will be healed too, right?" she asked, her green eyes locking onto his as his thick cockhead pressed past her lips, she as if absentmindely taking it. "Aaanhmmmp?"

Her mouth stuffed, she looked up at him with those beautiful, devoted eyes.

Viktor chuckled, slowly pushing his cock down her throat.

"Yeah," he confirmed.

GLLKH!

Mira's eyes rolled back as he filled her throat, completely suffocating her voice, which still came past her saliva and the base of his cock.

"Mmmnghh... I... lub... you... Hone..y.. gllkk..."

"Ggllkh... ghhhk..."

Mira's eyes rolled back, her throat convulsing around the massive intruder.

She took him willingly, her love and devotion evident even as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Her hands clutched his thighs, anchoring herself as he pushed deeper, exploring the depths of her devotion.

"I have sent a message to the villagers... sister..."

The voice cut through the room like a blade.

Both Viktor and Mira froze.

Mira's eyes—teary, green, and glazed with lust—widened in shock. Her mouth was still stuffed full, Viktor's cock buried deep in her throat. The bulge in her neck twitched as she tried to swallow around his girth.

Viktor's head turned slowly toward the door.

There stood Kaida.

Her mouth was twitching. Her red eyes were fixed on the scene before her—taking in every depraved detail.

Viktor standing there, completely naked. His eyes dark, pupils dense and black like his hair. His black tail wrapped tightly around Mira's breast, squeezing rhythmically. Each squeeze forced milk to spray from her inch-long nipple in thin streams.

And Mira—kneeling before him, mouth stretched to its limit, throat visibly bulging with the shape of his cockhead. Her eyes looking up at Kaida with a mixture of embarrassment and pride.

Viktor smirked.

Kaida's eye twitched harder. She opened her mouth to speak, then halted. Her gaze swept over the scene again—the sweat, the fluids, the absolute depravity.

"Are you trying to kill her, you bastard?" she finally spat out, her voice rough.

Viktor chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Come here and find out yourself."

Kaida stood frozen in the doorway. She'd just returned from the village—sent there by Mira early this morning to deliver a message to the villagers about visiting the manor. Something about selling herbs, getting paid, establishing trade.

Her mouth twitched again.

She was dressed practically—short jeans that hugged her thick thighs, a simple top that showed her toned arms, all covered by a rough brownish cloak that made her look like a forest dweller. A cavewoman, almost, with her wild red hair and the network of scars crossing her milky white skin.

Two daggers hung at her hips, strapped to her belt.

Viktor's gaze swept over her—taking in the short red hair, the scar bisecting her face, those defiant red eyes. She looked feral. Dangerous. Completely unlike the soft, submissive women he'd been ravaging.

'Interesting.'

Mira slowly retreated.

'Schlllrrp.'

Kaida watched, transfixed, as that massive cock slowly revealed itself. It emerged from Mira's throat inch by inch—glistening with saliva, thick veins pulsing, the head swollen and crimson.

Mira's throat returned to normal as he withdrew completely. She coughed, clearly uncomfortable, gasping for air.

But her eyes... her eyes were glowing. She'd enjoyed it.

Kaida's mouth twitched harder.

Mira looked up at Viktor through her lashes, then turned her head toward Kaida. Saliva dripped from her swollen lips. Her face was a mess—flushed, wet, covered in dried fluids.

"Husband," Mira said breathlessly, "I sent her to call some of the villagers. Small merchants who might be able to sell us herbs. You can use your ability to enhance them, then sell to that merchant for a good amount of money."

Viktor halted.

His hand moved to Mira's face, fingers threading through her hair. His thumb traced her swollen bottom lip gently.

"So you're taking care of the house, huh?" he murmured, voice soft with genuine affection.

"Aren't I a wife?" Mira replied simply.

Viktor nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Your lips seem swollen. Want some help?"

Mira's eyes widened as understanding dawned.

She turned toward Kaida.

Kaida flinched, seeing both husband and wife staring at her with matching predatory gazes.

She blinked, taking a half-step back.

"Kaida," Mira said, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "I think you remember what I said this morning."

As she spoke, a smirk formed on her face—hazy, horny, lustful. Saliva still dripped from her chin. Fluids coated her face and chest.

She pressed her cheek against Viktor's cock affectionately, like a cat nuzzling its owner. Her hand moved down, cupping his heavy balls, massaging them gently.

Teasingly.

"Come..." Mira purred, her green eyes locked on her sister. "Let's suck our husband's burdens off together."

Kaida's face turned red.

Not with embarrassment. With anger. Confusion. And something else—something she refused to acknowledge.

"You..." she started, her voice shaking. "You've completely lost your mind, Mira."

"Maybe," Mira admitted, still stroking Viktor's balls. "But I've never been happier."

Viktor remained silent, watching the exchange with dark amusement. His cock twitched against Mira's cheek, still rock hard despite cumming multiple times.

Kaida's eyes dropped to it despite herself.

'How did that fit in her throat?'

"I don't know how to..." Kaida admitted, voice barely above a whisper, her defiance crumbling.

Kaida trembled as she recalled what Mira had told her this morning before she left for the village.

// I know this all seems useless and dirty but decide yourself, given life you have left, do you really not deserve a fleering moemnt of happiness? //

Kaida blinked; she had informed Mira about the destruction of her ability, and the result would be her inevitable death—a guard life in hopes of forgetting her old life and dying somewhere while doing something, yet she never expected to return to this village and find that the something she was searching for would be here, something to which she could cling in her last moments.

She moved, taking a small step forward.

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