"It seems," Viktor's voice cut through reality, casual as if discussing the weather, "given how the number of you keeps increasing, should I get a king-size bed?"

Bella's eyes snapped open.

She wasn't in the forest anymore.

Wooden ceiling. Cracked plaster. The familiar scent of herbs and dust.

The manor.

"Wha—" Her mind struggled to process. How—? When—?

But before she could think, Viktor's hands hooked under both her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing, gravity forcing her weight down onto his still-hard cock.

"NNNGH!"

She slid down, his thickness spearing deeper than before. Her pussy, still loose and gaping from the forest, swallowed him easily—greedily. Six inches. Seven. Eight.

Fully hilted.

Her head lolled back, eyes rolling to show whites as she felt him press directly against her cervix, the pressure making her see stars. Her legs hung uselessly in his grip, body supported entirely by his hands hooked under her thighs and his cock buried balls-deep inside her.

Like a koala clinging to a tree.

Bella's small breasts heaved with each desperate breath, the delicate mounds bouncing slightly as she trembled. Pink nipples stood erect, almost painfully hard.

Viktor looked down at them. Pointy. Perky. Perfect handfuls.

He leaned forward and took one into his mouth, lips sealing around the peak.

"Ahhn—!" Bella gasped, back arching.

He sucked. Hard. Hollowing his cheeks, creating intense suction.

And tasted it.

Milk.

Just a trickle at first, thin and sweet. But as he sucked harder, tongue flicking the nipple, more flowed. A steady stream that filled his mouth.

Bella's eyes went wide, yellow irises huge with shock. "Wha—I'm—I'm lactating—?!"

She wasn't pregnant. Couldn't be. It had literally just happened minutes ago. But her body—changed by his incubus seed absorbed during their coupling—was already transforming. Already preparing to serve him in every way.

Viktor groaned against her breast, throat working as he drank deeply. His cock twitched inside her, swelling slightly.

Bella felt it, the expansion stretching her further. "No—wait—you're getting bigger—!"

He pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, milk dripping down his chin in white streams. Then immediately latched onto her other breast, sucking with the same intensity.

More milk flooded his mouth, the taste addictive.

His hands gripped her thighs tighter, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

And he started moving.

SMACK!

He lifted her up his cock—six inches sliding out—then slammed her back down.

"NNNYAHHH!"

Her entire body bounced from the impact, breasts jiggling, the one in his mouth pulled taut before releasing. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the room.

SMACK!

Again. Her ass clapped against his thighs, the cheeks rippling from the force. The impact drove him deeper, cervix yielding under the pressure.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

A brutal rhythm. Using her body like a toy, lifting and dropping her on his cock with mechanical precision.

Bella screamed, hands flying to grip his shoulders for dear life, nails digging in. "I—ahhn—I can't—too deep—you're—hah—hitting something—!"

Her pussy clenched desperately around him, trying to adjust to the brutal pace. More cum from before leaked out with each thrust, forced out by the piston-like motion. It sprayed on each withdrawal, the mixture of fluids dripping down his balls, running down his thighs.

Her small body jerked with each impact, breasts bouncing wildly despite his mouth on one. Her cat ears were flat against her head, tail thrashing.

"W-wait—" Bella sobbed, tears streaming. "Finally you are here, Bella."

The voice echoed in her mind. Telepathic. Female. Concerned.

Bella's blurred vision tried to focus toward the ceiling, head lolling.

"Bella, how dare you leave."

Another voice. Different woman. Angry.

"Hey cat, did you really spoil my moment?"

A third voice. This one annoyed.

Bella's head slowly turned, movements jerky from Viktor's thrusts.

And there—standing as if they'd appeared from thin air—were Mira, Helena and Kaida.

It was because they were trying their abilities for the first time.

Two of them—Helena and Mira—had appeared mid-step, the teleportation catching them off-balance. They stumbled forward, losing their footing completely.

Both fell onto the bed with identical squeaks of surprise, landing with their hips raised, asses in the air, clothes riding up to expose the curves beneath.

Helena's uniform skirt flipped up, showing plain white panties.

Mira's dress bunched around her waist, revealing the thick globes of her ass barely covered by thin fabric.

Kaida remained standing, though she looked slightly disoriented from the teleportation, one hand on her temple.

Viktor, still buried balls-deep in Bella and sucking her breast, pulled off with a wet pop. Milk dribbled from his lips. He turned his head slightly, dark eyes taking in the sight of Helena and Mira's raised asses, the way their bodies were positioned perfectly for taking.

He chuckled, the vibration making Bella whimper and clench around him.

"It hasn't even been a second since I arrived and you both want me to fuck you?" His voice was dark amusement, cock twitching inside Bella.

Helena quickly sat up on the bed, face flushing crimson. "No! That's not it, Young Master!" She frantically adjusted her uniform, pulling down her skirt, covering herself. "We were just—the teleportation—!"

Mira stood more slowly, deliberately, coughing slightly as she tried to regain her composure. She adjusted her dress with practiced ease, but her eyes immediately found Bella—naked, impaled on Viktor's cock, milk leaking from her small breasts in white streams, body bouncing with each thrust.

Mira shook her head, a slight smile on her lips. "You guys enjoy. I'll come after taking care of Toby." Her voice was knowing, like she'd seen this show before.

Viktor gave a nod, still thrusting into Bella. "Go ahead."

Mira left the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Leaving Helena, Kaida, and Bella.

Bella's ears were flat against her head, her face completely crimson with embarrassment. She tried to bury her face against Viktor's chest, but every movement made his cock shift inside her, drawing fresh whimpers. Being watched while being used was humiliating.

Viktor adjusted his grip on her thighs, fingers digging in. Then, casually, like he was tossing a pillow, he said to Helena: "Catch her."

Helena blinked, confused. "What—?"

Viktor didn't wait. He grabbed Bella's hips with both hands and pulled her off his cock—hard and fast.

Schluuuurp—POP!

The obscene sound filled the room as eight inches of cum-coated cock emerged from her gaping pussy. The suction broke with an audible snap. A flood of mixed fluids poured out—his thick white seed mixed with her blood and arousal, splattering onto the floor in heavy drops. Her pussy gaped obscenely, unable to close, pink walls twitching.

Then he literally threw her—tossed her body through the air like she was nothing.

"AHH!" Bella's eyes widened in shock, arms flailing as her naked body flew in an arc across the room.

Helena barely had time to react, hands coming up instinctively. "Wait—!"

THUD.

Bella crashed into Helena, both women tumbling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. Bella landed on top, her small naked body pressed against Helena's clothed softness. Her wet pussy pressed against Helena's stomach, leaving a smear of cum and blood on the fabric.

"Ow..." Bella groaned, disoriented.

"S-sorry—are you okay—?" Helena's hands instinctively moved to steady her, accidentally groping Bella's ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Bella flinched at the touch, more cum leaking from her used pussy onto Helena's dress in thick globs. "I—I'm fine—"

But neither of them could move.

Because Viktor had already turned.

Toward Kaida.

She stood near the bed, crimson eyes wide as she watched him approach with predatory focus. His cock—still rock hard, still coated in Bella's blood and cum, the mixture dripping from his shaft—pointed straight at her like a weapon.

"Since Bella got her fill," Viktor said, voice low and dangerous, each word deliberate, "let's start with you, Kaida."

Kaida's eyes widened, pupils dilating. "Hey, wait—not me, you bastard—I didn't even—"

Too late.

Viktor grabbed her wrist and pulled. Hard. Fast.

Kaida stumbled forward, losing her balance completely. Viktor caught her mid-fall, spinning her around with practiced ease and pushing her face-first onto the bed beside Helena and Bella.

Her hips lifted instinctively to catch herself.

Ass up. Face down. Perfect position.

"No—wait—I just—this isn't—" Kaida tried to push herself up, hands pressing into the mattress, but Viktor's hand pressed down on her lower back, pinning her. The pressure was firm, unyielding.

His other hand grabbed the waistband of her pants—tight jeans that hugged her lean ass perfectly, showing every muscle definition.

RIIIP!

The fabric tore. Not at the seam, but straight through the crotch. The sound of ripping denim filled the room, followed by the snap of her panties giving way.

"You—!" Kaida's protest died in her throat as she felt it.

His cock.

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