Viktor blinked, surprised. He looked down at Mira, silently asking, 'What did you tell her to make her behave like this?'

But before he could ask, Kaida arrived in front of them. Her face averted, cheeks burning crimson, unable to meet his gaze.

Mira didn't give her time to retreat. She grabbed Kaida's hand and pulled.

"Ah—!"

Kaida stumbled, knees hitting the floor hard. She would have fallen completely if Viktor hadn't reached out, grabbing her arm to steady her.

His touch was warm. Firm. Possessive.

"Careful," he murmured.

Kaida flushed darker. "Let go of me, you pervert!" she cursed instinctively, trying to pull away.

But she didn't stand up. She stayed on her knees.

"I... I don't know how to do this," she stammered, looking anywhere but at the massive erection throbbing inches from her face.

Mira just smiled. She grabbed Kaida's trembling hand and guided it forward.

Slowly, deliberately, she placed Kaida's palm onto Viktor's wet cock.

"HIIEK—!"

Kaida flinched, her breath hitching.

It was hot. So incredibly hot.

Under her palm, she felt the veins pulsing—thick ropes of life beneath the skin. The head was crimson red, swollen and slick with Mira's saliva. The ridges along the shaft were distinct, hard as steel yet yielding like flesh.

Eight inches of pure, unadulterated masculinity.

Kaida trembled, her fingers curling reflexively around the girth.

'This thing...'

Her mind reeled.

'This thing went inside me last night?'

In the darkness, amidst the chaos and pain and pleasure, she hadn't truly seen it. But now...

Bathed in the morning sunlight streaming through the study window, it looked monstrous. Too big. Too thick.

'It could tear me apart,' she thought, fear and arousal warring in her gut.

Mira's hand covered hers, stroking gently, guiding her to move.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Kaida felt the skin move under her grip. The velvet texture of the head sliding against her palm. The wetness coating her fingers.

"You truly learn fast," Mira praised softly. "Just like that."

Kaida lifted her head slowly.

Viktor's hand was resting on her red hair now. Not pulling. Not forcing. Just... resting.

From this angle, looking up at his naked body, she saw everything clearly. His muscles, defined and dense under his pale skin. The dark. The way his abs flexed with each breath.

And those eyes.

Those dark, abyss-like eyes looking down on her. Not with cruelty. Not with mockery.

But with ownership.

She gulped, her throat dry.

"Continue," Mira whispered, releasing Kaida's hand. "While I prepare the load."

Kaida trembled.

In slow motion, she watched as Mira leaned forward.

Her sister's lips parted. Her tongue came out—pink, wet, eager.

It landed on Viktor's left ball.

It looked huge—like an egg, heavy and full. Mira opened her mouth wide and sucked the whole sac inside her lips.

Schhhllluuurrrppp.

The sound was obscene. Wet. Sloppy.

Mira's cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her other hand massaging his right ball gently. She looked up, her half-lidded green eyes meeting Kaida's red ones.

Tears pricked the corners of Mira's eyes, but they shone with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

'She loves this,' Kaida realized with a jolt. 'She actually loves serving him.'

Kaida's internal thoughts burned. Shame. Desire. Confusion.

'How do I please him? Like this? Is this right?'

She looked up at Viktor again. He had tilted his head back, breathing softly through his nose, eyes closed. A look of pure bliss on his face.

'He's enjoying it.'

Something in Kaida snapped. The warrior in her—the part that always wanted to be the best, to succeed—took over.

She tightened her grip.

She increased her strokes.

Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.

Faster. Harder. Twisting her wrist at the top just like she'd seen Mira do.

"Hh..." Viktor groaned, his hips bucking slightly.

He opened his eyes.

They met hers instantly. Dark meeting red.

And in that moment, the demon lord mask slipped. The perverted master vanished.

There was only a man. A man looking at his woman with raw, naked need.

"Take it in your mouth, Kaida," he whispered, his voice rough with pleading. "Please."

It wasn't a command. It was a request.

And that broke her.

Kaida leaned forward, her heart hammering against her ribs. She opened her mouth, her tongue trembling as it extended toward the crimson head.

"A-alright..."

Her tongue touched it.

The head twitched against her wet muscle as Kaida froze, tasting him for the first time. She blinked, confused, pulling back slightly as she licked her lips.

'There's no taste?'

No. Wait.

Her body tingled. A warmth spread from her tongue down her throat, settling in her chest before radiating outward through her limbs.

The fatigue from walking to the village and back—the dull ache in her legs, the heaviness in her shoulders—vanished. Just like that.

Kaida's eyes widened as she looked up at Viktor. Her hand still gripped his cock, feeling it pulse against her palm.

'What the hell...?'

She shook her head, trying to clear it. This wasn't the time to think about strange sensations.

Beside her, Mira had released Viktor's balls with a wet pop. Saliva dripped down her chin as she leaned back, watching Kaida with those hazy green eyes.

That's when Kaida saw it clearly—Mira's mouth opening wide again, her tongue extending to lap at Viktor's heavy sac. She sucked one ball completely into her mouth, cheeks hollowing obscenely.

Schllluurrrp.

More saliva dripped down, coating his skin, making everything glisten in the morning light.

Kaida felt something twist in her gut. Competition. Need.

'She's going to leave me behind.'

The thought burned. Even here, even in this depraved act, she couldn't lose to her sister.

She glared up at Viktor before turning her attention back to his cock.

Then she licked again, this time parting her lips wider. Her tongue traced the underside of his cockhead, following the thick vein she could see pulsing beneath the skin.

The taste hit her harder this time.

Not flavor—but sensation. Energy. Her pussy clenched in her jeans, wetness already gathering between her thighs as her nipples hardened against her top.

'Fuck...'

Viktor's hand tightened in her hair. Not pulling yet. Just holding.

He was watching her. She could feel his gaze burning into her scalp.

She opened her mouth wider, jaw stretching as she tried to take the head inside. Her lips wrapped around the swollen crown, tongue pressing against the slit.

"Hh..."

Viktor's groan made her shiver.

Kaida's hands moved to his thighs, gripping hard as she tried to take more. But fuck, he was thick. Her jaw ached immediately, stretched to its limit just from the head alone.

Below her, Mira switched balls. She released the left one with a wet pop and immediately sucked the right one into her mouth. Her hand came up to massage the abandoned one, keeping it warm and stimulated.

Her green eyes locked onto Kaida's red ones. A smirk played at the corners of her stretched lips.

Then Mira's gaze shifted—looking at something behind Kaida.

Kaida's eyes widened as she felt it.

His tail.

The thick, black appendage slithered between her legs from behind, pressing against the seam of her jeans. Right over her pussy.

It vibrated.

"Mmph—!"

Kaida's moan was muffled around Viktor's cock as the sensation hit her. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, grinding against that vibrating pressure.

Heat flooded her core. Her pussy clenched around nothing, soaking through her panties and into her jeans.

'N-no... not fair...'

Viktor's hand tightened in her hair. His other hand joined it, both palms cradling her skull now.

"Let me help you," he murmured, voice dark with promise.

Kaida's eyes shot up to meet his just as he pulled her forward.

Her eyes went wide as dinner plates.

"Gllkkh—!"

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