Bella didn't hesitate. She couldn't. Not when his voice held that absolute weight, that mixture of cold command and the dark promise she craved.

Trembling, her legs wobbling like a newborn fawn, she turned away from him. She stumbled just a few steps until she reached the rough bark of the massive tree behind her.

She placed her dirty, shaking hand against the trunk for support, her nails scratching against the wood.

She didn't need to be told what to do next. She tilted her back, arching her spine in a beautiful, desperate curve as Viktor stepped in close. He didn't wait.

His hand pressed flat against her lower back, pushing her forward, forcing that arch deeper until her ass stuck out invitingly.

His hand grabbed the hem of her ragged, mud-stained cloth. He lifted it slowly.

As the tattered fabric rose, sliding up her thighs, the pale skin of her ass cheeks wasn't bare. A strip of black fabric hugged her hips.

Viktor smiled, a genuine, twisted amusement curling his lips. "See? At least you brought some other cloth."

Hearing that, Bella's breath hitched. Instinctively, she tried to hide. Her long tail hovered, swooping down to cover her ass crack, trying to shield the black panty from his burning gaze.

But that just revealed something else.

There, tied at the very end of her furred tail, was the piece of cloth he had given her. The mark of his ownership she hadn't discarded even in the wild.

Viktor reached out to grab it.

"Nnnh—!"

Bella flinched violently, a sharp wince racking her body. She trembled, her fingers digging into the tree bark.

"Sensitive," Viktor noted.

He didn't pull his hand back. Instead, he brought his own tail forward. It wasn't soft like hers. It was a black, spid-like appendage, segmented and dangerous. It moved with a life of its own, wrapping around her fluffy tail, the hard surface grinding against her soft fur.

"Yours is softer than mine," he murmured.

"Ahhh...!" Bella flinched again, clearly feeling the alien texture of his tail wrapping hers. The spid-like limb rubbed over her sensitive tail bone, and the sensation was overwhelming.

It felt just like her stick—that same phantom fullness.

Her throat made a muffled sound as his tail seemed to enjoy hers, squeezing and sliding.

She looked down, her face flushed crimson, shame and pleasure warring in her gut. She tried to ignore his hand venting its heat on her ass cheek while his tail kept her own tail pinned away.

Her body trembled continuously. Her one hand still held the edge of her tattered robe up, exposing herself.

She was clearly muffling her voice, embarrassed tears pricking her eyes as she felt his hand getting hotter on her skin. She could feel her ass heating up under his palm.

Viktor ignored her shame. He placed his hand firmly over the black fabric, his thumb pressing down. He gently kneaded the flesh, his thumb sliding to spread her ass cheek over the panty. The fabric strained, burying deep into her ass crack.

He lifted his hand, hooking the waist of the panty and pulling upward.

"Hngggh!"

Bella rose onto her tiptoes, a gasp tearing from her throat. The fabric cut in, burying into her pussy lips, flossing her intimately. She winced, feeling the string digging inside her hairy pussy, splitting her in two.

"Just like that," Viktor said, his voice husky. "Now the angle seems okay."

He didn't stop there. His fingers hooked the waistband properly this time. His hands were trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the sheer, raw need to see her.

"Though I must say," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, "your ass is thick. And softer than Kaida's."

Bella flinched. The name hit her harder than his hand. Her shoulders hunched, showing just how embarrassed and inferior she felt hearing that comparison.

Viktor ignored her reaction. He yanked the panty down.

It pooled at her ankles. His thumbs immediately returned, spreading her ass crack wide. Her pussy and anal sphincter twitched in the cool air, completely revealed. Her silver, matted hair covered her inner layers, wild and untamed. She looked like a true wild woman of the forest, covered in leaves and dirt, and to Viktor's arousal, she just seemed purely fuckable.

His hand moved. His middle finger traced a slow, burning line directly from above her ass crack, down the perineum, to her pussy.

"Ah...!"

She trembled as he slowly pushed his finger inside her.

"Wait... ahn... it hurts..." she whimpered, her wounds and the dryness making her tight.

Viktor paused. He pulled his finger out and leaned his entire body weight against her. He hugged her from behind, his chest pressing into her back.

His cock, hard and dripping with her saliva from before, slowly rested, nestling hot and heavy between her thighs.

He pulled her back from the tree, her back hitting his chest hard. She trembled in his arms.

She felt his hand slide around, grabbing directly onto her boob. He squeezed the handful of tight tit, claiming it. Bella looked down, her breath catching.

There, peeking out from between her thighs, away from her pussy, was his angry red cock head. It looked as if she had grown a cock herself. Her pussy lips spread, feeling the rigid veins of his dick pressing against them from the outside.

Her head lulled back, hitting his shoulder. Her whole body was burning. She turned her head, her yellow eyes meeting his dark ones.

"What happened?" Viktor asked, his voice dropping an octave. "You don't want it inside of you?"

Bella bit her lip so hard it almost bled. She turned her body as much as she could, her eyes locked on his.

He chuckled. He leaned in and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

"Mmph...!"

While hugging her tight, tongue exploring her mouth, he started to slowly grind his cock between her thighs. The friction was electric.

She broke the kiss, tears streaming down her dirty face. "I love you... Young Lord... I love you."

Viktor didn't reply with words. He pinched her nipple hard, kneading the handful of boob. With his other hand, he tore at the remains of her tattered robe, ripping it away until she was slowly, completely naked in the forest.

His hand moved down, sliding between their grinding bodies. He rubbed her vagina, his fingers slicking it up, before finding her clit. He pinched it.

"Hiiiieeee!!"

Bella's eyes rolled back. Her legs shook violently and she squirted hard, her juices spraying out, wetting his cock down to the base. She melted against him, her knees giving out.

Viktor separated from the kiss, looking at her ruined, ecstatic expression.

"I want to do it rough," he said, staring into her soul. "Will you hate me?"

Bella shook her head frantically, tears flying. "I said... I can never hate you."

Hearing that, Viktor didn't wait. His hands hooked directly under her knees. He lifted.

"Ahhh!"

She stumbled forward, her hands clutching the tree for dear life. He tilted her forward, hiking her legs up until they dropped over his shoulders. She was completely crossed, suspended, her silver-haired pussy spread wide open and visible to the world.

Viktor stepped in. His cock head lined up with her entrance, tied at inches away from ruining her.

"You will not regret it, right?"

Bella just closed her eyes, averting her face and burying it in her arm against the tree bark, waiting for the impact.

"N-no, Pl-please, enjoy—NNNYANNGHHH~!!?"

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