Viktor's cock was fully hard now—eight thick inches of pulsing meat that stretched her mouth to its limit. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating his shaft in slick wetness.

Then his tail revealed itself.

The black appendage unwrapped from around his waist, swishing behind him before moving toward Kaida.

Her eyes widened as she saw it from the corner of her vision.

Viktor pulled her off his cock with a wet 'pop'.

"Turn around," he commanded.

Kaida panted, wiping saliva from her lips. "What—"

He didn't wait for her to finish. His hands grabbed her waist, spinning her around and pushing her toward the tree.

"Hand on the tree," he ordered.

Trembling, Kaida placed one hand against the rough bark. Her other hand instinctively moved to cover her pussy—but Viktor's hand caught her wrist, pulling it away and placing it on the tree as well.

Now she was bent forward, ass out, back arched, completely exposed.

Viktor's hand fisted in her short red hair, pulling her head back. Her spine curved beautifully, the scarred landscape of her back on full display.

Viktor's hand glided down her spine, tracing the rigid white lines of old scars. Kaida flinched, her muscles rippling under his palm. She wasn't used to being touched there—not with anything other than a blade or the harsh dirt of a battlefield.

But his touch wasn't an attack. It was firm, possessive, claiming the scarred canvas of her back as his own territory.

His fingers drifted lower, leaving the rough texture of her scars to find the soft, untouched skin of her lower back, and then further down, cupping her right ass cheek.

It trembled under his grip.

"You're shaking," Viktor murmured, his voice vibrating against her ear.

"S-shut up," Kaida stammered, her voice breathless. "It's cold."

"Is it?"

His thumb dug in, kneading the firm muscle of her glute before sliding inward. The sensation was electric. Kaida gasped, her knees knocking together as his hand moved between her thighs from behind.

He didn't rush. He let his fingers brush against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before finally reaching the prize.

With a deliberate, slow motion, he spread her vagina.

The tightly sealed lips parted under his fingers. The pink, glistening flesh was exposed to the cool air, twitching violently in reaction. And right above it, her pink asshole winked—a tight, puckered ring that contracted in sympathy with her pussy.

"See?" Viktor chuckled, leaning back slightly to admire the view. "Look at how eager it is. Even your asshole is twitching for me."

Kaida turned her head, red eyes blazing with embarrassment. "You bastard—"

He smiled, that calm, infuriating smile that made her want to punch him and kiss him all at once. His eyes were locked on that vulnerable pink ring. "Will you forgive me if I show you how much I love it?"

"Wha—"

Before she could finish, Viktor suddenly dropped to his knees.

He didn't hesitate. He didn't ask. He buried his face directly into her ass crack.

"Hyaah!"

Kaida screamed, her back arching so hard her hand slipped off the tree. She flailed blindly, trying to cover herself, to push him away—but her hand only landed in his thick, dark hair.

His nose pressed firmly against her asshole, inhaling her scent—musk, sweat, and the faint, sweet aroma of arousal. Then, his mouth opened, and he pushed his face right against her pussy lips.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" she cried out, panic rising in her chest. "Stop! That's dirty! You—"

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers.

His tongue.

It was wet, hot, and rough as it stabbed directly into her pussy.

'Schlllp!'

"Ahhh-nnngh!"

She flinched violently, falling forward again, her fingers scrabbling against the tree bark for purchase as her legs turned to jelly. His arms wrapped around her thighs, locking her in place, hugging her legs tight to his chest so she couldn't escape.

"Stop... you bastard... stop!" she wailed, but the protest was weak, lacking any real heat.

He ignored her. He just ate it.

'Slurp... Lick... Schlllp...'

'Oh gods,' Kaida thought, her mind turning to white noise. 'He's... he's actually inside...'

It felt obscene. It felt incredible. The texture of his tongue was maddening, swirling around her clit, then diving deep into her hole, exploring every fold and ridge. His nose—his hard, straight nose—was rubbing rhythmically against her asshole with every lap, sending phantom sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine. Her ass crack spread wider with the pressure of his face, exposing everything to him.

Her knees buckled. She couldn't stand. She couldn't think.

'It's too much... too wet... ahh... his tongue is so strong...'

"Nnngh... Vic... Viktor...!"

The pleasure built too fast. It was a tidal wave she couldn't outrun. Her pussy clamped down on his tongue, spasming wildly.

"I'm... I'm gonna—!"

'SQUIRT.'

She didn't just come; she erupted. A clear, hot stream of fluid gushed out, soaking his face, his nose, his mouth. Viktor didn't pull back. He drank it. He lapped at the flow greedily, swallowing her release as if it were the finest wine.

Kaida trembled, her legs finally giving out completely. She slid down the tree trunk, landing on her knees in the dirt, panting, drool leaking from her open mouth.

Viktor pulled back, wiping his mouth with his forearm. His face was slick with her juices, glistening in the afternoon sun. He looked feral. He looked hungry.

"You bastard," she wheezed, tears pricking her eyes. "I hate you."

Viktor chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Sure you do."

He reached down, his hand finding her heavy breast. He used it like a handle, gripping the soft flesh firmly as he pulled her up. Kaida gasped, her heart thumping against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her pussy was still dripping, her juices mingling with his saliva, running down her thighs.

He pulled her back against his chest, supporting her weight as she leaned into him, too weak to stand on her own. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply.

"You taste delicious," he whispered, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to her skin.

Kaida shuddered. He had just sucked her pussy dry, and now that same mouth was marking her neck, transferring her own scent back onto her skin. It was a claim. A brand.

And against her ass cheeks, she felt it.

Hard. Hot. Throbbing.

His cock was fully erect again. The sight of her squirting all over his face had clearly done the trick. He was completely aroused, raging hard.

"Perv... ert..." she whimpered, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

Viktor didn't speak. He just shifted his hips, sliding his thick, iron-hard shaft between her thighs. Kaida looked down, her vision hazy. She could see the angry purple head of his cock poking through between her legs, veins bulging, leaking precum.

He leaned down, sucking hard on the sensitive spot below her ear, giving her a brutal hickey. The pain was sharp, grounding her, mixing with the lingering pleasure in her loins.

He pulled back, admiring the dark bruise forming on her pale skin.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice casual, as if his cock wasn't currently throbbing against her pussy lips. "I thought you wouldn't come."

Kaida gasped, trying to find her breath. "Mira... Mira told me that your seed can heal," she whispered, her voice trembling. "So I thought... of course, I am not here for that! I just... I needed to fix my body for combat!"

Viktor chuckled, the vibration rumbling through his chest and into her back. "Why does it matter? And why are you panicking?" He pressed his hips forward, letting the head of his cock rub against her clit. "Isn't it right for a wife to want a gift from her husband?"

Hearing that word—'wife'—something in Kaida snapped.

She looked down, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her hand moved to her chest, fingers pinching her own nipples, pulling the tiny, inverted nubbins outward until they were hard points of pain and pleasure.

"Mmnnh..." She moaned softly, her voice breaking. "Who is your wife... you pervert?"

Viktor smiled. His hand moved up, gripping her chin firmly and forcing her to turn her head. He looked into her eyes—saw the haze of lust clouding the crimson, the trembling of her swollen lips. She looked wrecked. She looked ready.

"You know," he murmured, leaning in close, "how much I wanted to fuck you and ravage your body since day one?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He sealed her lips in a crushing kiss.

Kaida's eyes rolled back. The red pupils seemed to dilate, shifting, almost forming heart shapes in the crimson iris as the pleasure overwhelmed her brain.

'Mira's words...' The memory floated through her mind. ''How it feels when he shows his possessiveness for our body...''

Her pussy twitched violently.

Then she felt it.

Slender. smooth. flexible.

His tail.

It slid between her legs, guided by a mind of its own. The tip found her dripping entrance and pushed inside. It wasn't just an appendage; it was vibrating. A low, intense hum that resonated deep inside her womb.

"Ahhh! Nnngh!"

Kaida's back arched. The vibration hit her prostate, hit her g-spot, hit everything at once.

SQUIRT.

She came again, harder this time, her juices soaking his tail, soaking his thighs.

Inwardly, her mind was collapsing. She could feel his large hand molding her breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

She could feel his lips devouring hers.

She could feel his tail violating her in the most pleasurable way possible.

'I...' Kaida thought, her consciousness fading into pure sensation. 'I might really become a pervert...'

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