Before she could react, his hands grabbed both of her bound wrists and pulled up.

Her upper body lifted off the ground. Her breasts swung free, heavy and bouncing, nipples leaking small droplets of milk. Her back arched in a severe curve, her head tilting back as Viktor pulled her into a standing position in the water.

He was trembling too—his breathing ragged, his cock still buried deep inside her, still hard despite having just cum.

Then he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, hugging her tightly to his chest.

"Look at your body," Viktor murmured against her ear, his voice rough with emotion.

Kaida's hazy eyes struggled to focus. She looked down.

Her breasts were flushed pink, nipples erect and glistening. Her stomach was taut, muscles trembling.

Between her legs, she could see where they were joined—his thick shaft stretching her pussy lips wide, her inner thighs coated with a mix of their fluids.

"You've really turned into a beautiful woman," Viktor continued, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I might really forget about doing anything else except pounding you all day today."

Kaida blinked slowly, her mind struggling to process his words through the haze of pleasure.

"I will... kill you..." she murmured weakly.

But before Viktor could respond, she turned her head.

And sealed his lips with hers.

'Mmmph!'

Viktor's eyes widened in surprise as Kaida took the initiative, her lips pressing desperately against his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, seeking his, tangling with it in a hungry dance.

'Sllrp... mmmh... chu...'

She sucked on his lower lip, biting it gently before diving back in for more. Her tongue explored every corner of his mouth—tasting herself, tasting him, tasting the lingering flavor of her milk.

Viktor responded immediately, his hand coming up to cup her jaw, angling her head for better access.

Their tongues wrestled—sliding against each other, wrapping around each other, creating obscene wet sounds that mixed with their muffled moans.

'Mmmnh... sllrp... haah... mmph...'

Kaida's breathing was ragged through her nose. Viktor's hand moved from her jaw to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her short red hair, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss.

'Chu... slllrp... mmm...'

Their saliva mixed and overflowed, dripping down their chins.

And then—

Viktor felt it.

His cock, still buried inside her, began to harden again.

'Throb.'

Kaida's eyes flew open mid-kiss, pupils dilating as she felt him swelling inside her already-stuffed pussy.

"Mmmph—!"

He broke the kiss just long enough to look into her eyes. "Again," he growled.

'SLAM!'

"AHHHNNN!"

He drove his hips upward, lifting her off her toes. Her body trembled violently in his arms as he started thrusting again.

'PAH-PAH-PAH!'

But this time, he didn't let her fall forward. He kept her arched against him, her back pressed to his chest.

His free hand moved down her stomach, past her navel, to the spot just above where they were joined.

He could feel it—the distinct bulge of his cockhead pushing up from inside, distorting her flat stomach with each thrust.

"You feel that?" Viktor whispered against her lips before capturing them again.

'Mmmph! Hnnngh!'

Kaida moaned into his mouth as he fucked her standing, her body arched like a bow. His hand pressed down on the bulge, creating extra pressure that made her inner walls squeeze him even tighter.

'Schlllck-PLAP-Schlllck-PLAP!'

Their mouths never separated. They kissed sloppily, desperately, while Viktor pounded into her from below.

'Sllrp... mmm... ahhhn... mmmph...'

Kaida's mind was completely gone.

'I hate him... I hat— him... I love him...'

The thought repeated like a mantra, drowning out everything else. The pleasure was too much. The emotions were too raw.

Her entire existence had narrowed to this single moment—being filled, being kissed, being claimed.

'I love him... I love him... I love him...'

Her red eyes began to change. The crimson irises shifted, the pupils dilating and reshaping until they formed perfect hearts.

Viktor saw it when he pulled back slightly from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips.

"Kaida..." he breathed, staring into those heart-shaped pupils.

"Viktor..." she whispered back, her voice completely wrecked, completely surrendered.

"...Your pussy is milking me harder than Helena..."

"Unghh~!!"

squirt squirt

Viktor chuckled—low and breathless—as he felt her inner walls convulse violently around his cock.

Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.

Hot fluid gushed from where they were joined, spraying against his thighs, mixing with the pond water. Kaida's entire body went rigid in his arms, trembling like a leaf in a storm.

"Ahhhh... haaah... nnngh..."

Her orgasm seemed endless, wave after wave crashing through her as Viktor held her tight, his cock still buried deep, letting her ride it out.

Slowly—so slowly—he began to still his movements. His thrusts became gentler, more measured, until finally he stopped completely.

His hand, which had been pressing on the bulge in her stomach, slid down to hold her waist instead.

"Haah... haah..." Kaida panted, her head lolling back against his shoulder.

Viktor's fingers splayed across her skin, feeling the warmth, the softness. Something felt... different.

"Your skin feels smooth," he murmured absently.

"Wha...?" Kaida's voice was barely a whisper.

Viktor blinked, his brow furrowing. His hands moved across her waist, her ribs, her arms—exploring the texture he was feeling.

Then he looked down.

His eyes widened.

All her scars had vanished.

The raised white lines that had crisscrossed her arms, the jagged marks on her shoulders, the deep tissue damage across her ribs—all of it was gone. Her skin was completely smooth, flawless, as if she'd never seen a day of battle in her life.

"What the..." Viktor breathed.

Kaida's eyes flickered. Her mouth twitched as she felt something strange—a tingling sensation spreading through her entire body, starting from her core and radiating outward.

She lifted her hand in front of her face, staring at it.

Her fingers—callused and rough from years of gripping sword hilts—were now smooth. The claw-like curvature from constant weapon training had straightened. The small scars from training accidents, the permanent marks of soreness and overuse... everything had vanished.

"My hands..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

Viktor's fingers interlocked with hers, bringing both their hands up together. The contrast was striking—his larger, rougher hand enveloping her now-delicate fingers.

"Kaida," Viktor said softly, his voice taking on a different tone—something almost reverent. "I want to give you another gift."

She trembled, her heart-shaped pupils still hazy but focusing slightly.

"Lift your hips up," he commanded gently. "Let me enjoy you properly."

Hearing that, Kaida's breath hitched. Her body moved on instinct, trusting him completely.

She lifted her right leg, her foot finding purchase on the stones beneath the water. Leaning forward, she braced her hands on the grassy bank of the pond, her wet palms pressing into the earth.

Viktor's hands guided her left leg up, lifting it until it rested on his shoulder. The position spread her wide, opening her completely to him.

One leg supported her weight on the stones below, while the other was draped over his shoulder, her thigh pressing against his face.

His hand gripped her supporting thigh for stability, while his tail unwrapped from her wrists and instead coiled around her waist, holding her securely.

"Now that's my wife," Viktor growled, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of her—spread, vulnerable, completely his.

Then he started to pound her.

PAH-PAH-PHACK-PAH-PAH!

"AHHHN! HNNNGH! AH-AH-AH!"

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