Still coated in Bella's fluids. Still impossibly hard. Still hot.

Pressing against her pussy through the torn fabric, the head spreading her lips.

"No—you bastard—you're still covered in—you didn't even clean—ahhn!"

Viktor didn't wait. Didn't prepare her. He pushed forward, the head of his cock spreading her lips, the fabric of her torn panties pushed aside as he—

"HNGHHHH!!"

—buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Eight inches. Balls deep. One motion.

Kaida's back arched violently, spine bending at an impossible angle. Her hands fisted in the bedsheets, knuckles white. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle tensing.

"Fuck," Viktor groaned, feeling her walls clench around him like a vice. "You're as tight as Bella was."

Kaida's legs trembled, thighs quivering. "You—hah—you bastard—you just—came in me—while still—ahhn—covered in her—!"

She could feel it. Bella's blood. Bella's cum. His cum. All of it coating his cock, now being pushed deep inside her pussy, mixing with her own fluids. The sensation was overwhelming—wet, hot, obscene.

It should have disgusted her.

Instead—

"Why does it feel—nngh—so good—?!"

Viktor pulled back slowly, dragging every inch out until just the head remained. Then slammed forward.

PHAAACK!

The sound of his hips smacking against her lean ass echoed through the room like a gunshot.

"NNYAHHH!"

Kaida screamed, voice cracking.

And on the bed beside them, Bella and Helena could only watch, tangled together, as Viktor began to pound Kaida with the same brutal intensity he'd used on all of them. His hips moved like a piston, each thrust driving deep, each withdrawal almost complete.

The bed creaked with each impact. Kaida's ass rippled with each slap of flesh on flesh.

Viktor's fingers dug into the tattered waistband of Kaida's jeans, the torn denim bunching in his grip. He used it like a handle—leverage to pull her back onto his cock with each brutal thrust forward.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The rhythm was relentless. Machine-like. His hips blurred with speed, the motion so fast it was almost invisible. Just the sound—flesh against flesh, wet and obscene—and Kaida's body jerking forward with each impact before being yanked back by her makeshift handle.

"AHHN—FUCK—NNGH—!" Kaida's screams came in broken bursts, timed perfectly with each thrust. Her voice was already hoarse.

Helena and Bella, still tangled together on the bed, trembled as they watched.

Bella's yellow eyes were wide, pupils dilated. She'd just experienced that cock herself—knew how it felt—but seeing it from the outside was different. Terrifying. Her entire body shook, pussy clenching on nothing as she watched Viktor destroy Kaida with just a few strokes.

Helena's massive breasts heaved with rapid, shallow breaths. Her hands gripped Bella tighter, fingers digging into soft flesh unconsciously. She couldn't look away. Couldn't process what she was seeing.

Kaida's crimson eyes rolled back, showing only whites. Her mouth hung open, jaw slack. Saliva dripped from her lips in thick strings, falling onto the bedsheets below. Creating a small wet spot that grew with each thrust.

Three strokes. Four. Five.

That was all it took.

"I'm—NNNGH—cumming—you bastard—I'm—AHHHHH!"

Kaida's body convulsed violently. Her pussy clamped down on Viktor's cock like a vice, walls spasming in rhythmic pulses. Clear fluid sprayed out around his shaft with each contraction, soaking his balls, dripping down both their thighs.

Her arms gave out. She collapsed face-first into the mattress, but Viktor kept her hips elevated with his grip on her waistband. Kept thrusting. Kept pounding through her orgasm.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Wait—Young Master—" Helena started, her voice trembling. Her eyes were fixed on how his cock pistoned in and out of Kaida, the way her lean ass rippled, the way fluids sprayed with each impact. "This is—you're being too rough—she can't—"

Her words died.

Because suddenly—

Reality shifted.

Like a body swap. Like teleportation.

One moment Kaida was impaled on Viktor's cock, destroyed and convulsing. The next—

Bella.

"KYAAAHHH!" Bella's scream was immediate, raw, primal.

She was suddenly on her hands and knees, Viktor's cock buried balls-deep inside her pussy. The cock that had just been destroying Kaida a second ago. She could feel it—impossibly hard, impossibly thick, coated in Kaida's fluids mixing with her own blood still inside her.

The position was different too. Hands and knees. Not suspended. And Viktor wasn't waiting.

SMACK!

He thrust. Hard. Using the same brutal pace he'd used on Kaida.

"NNGH—WAIT—I JUST—AHHN!" Bella's arms trembled, barely supporting her weight.

And where Bella had been—

Kaida.

She lay tangled with Helena now, body limp. Her hips were still raised slightly, ass in the air, pussy gaping and twitching. Fluids—her arousal mixed with traces of Bella's blood and Viktor's cum—leaked out in thick streams, running down her thighs, dripping onto the bed.

Her crimson eyes were unfocused, staring at nothing. Mouth still open. Saliva still dripping. Destroyed in just a few thrusts.

Helena's mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. Twitched at the corner.

Her mind couldn't process it.

She'd been watching Kaida get pounded. Watched her cum. Watched her collapse.

And then—swap—suddenly Bella was being destroyed in Kaida's place.

And Kaida was lying right next to her, hips up, pussy leaking, looking utterly wrecked.

"What—how—" Helena's voice was barely a whisper.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Viktor's rhythm never faltered. He pounded Bella with the same intensity, her small body jerking forward with each impact, breasts bouncing wildly, cat ears flat against her head.

"YOUNG LORD—PLEASE—NNGH—TOO MUCH—!" Bella's screams filled the room.

Helena watched, transfixed. Horrified. Aroused despite herself.

Three strokes. Four. Five.

"I'M—CUMMING—AGAIN—NOOOO—!" Bella's body convulsed, pussy clamping down.

And then—

Swap.

Reality shifted again.

Suddenly Helena was moving. Her body jerked forward, pulled by some invisible force. Her face hit something solid.

Viktor's chest.

"Wha—?!" Helena's eyes widened in shock.

She was standing now. Pressed against him. His hands were on her—one gripping her thick ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh through her uniform. The other on her waist.

And behind her—

Bella.

Back where Helena had been on the bed. Tangled with Kaida. Both of them with their hips raised, asses in the air.

Both pussies gaping. Both leaking fluids onto the sheets—Kaida's clear arousal, Bella's mixture of blood and cum and her own wetness. Both women breathing heavily, bodies twitching with aftershocks.

Helena blinked. Once. Twice.

She slowly turned her head, looking back over her shoulder at the scene.

Two destroyed women. Lying side by side. Hips up. Pussies wrecked and leaking.

Her head turned back to Viktor. He was looking down at her with those dark, predatory eyes. His hand on her ass squeezed, groped, kneaded the thick flesh like it was dough.

His cock—still impossibly hard—pressed against her stomach through her uniform. Hot. Throbbing. Wet with the mixed fluids of Bella and Kaida.

Viktor's voice was low, casual. "So Helena." His hand moved from her waist to her other ass cheek, both hands now groping her thoroughly. "Shouldn't it be better if you removed your clothes and raised your hips to see if I can compare your tightness with them?"

Helena's heart hammered in her chest. So hard she could hear it in her ears. Feel it in her throat.

Her brown eyes were wide, pupils dilated. Her massive breasts heaved with each rapid breath, pressing against his chest.

She looked up at him. Then back at Bella and Kaida—both utterly destroyed, leaking, trembling.

Then back to Viktor.

Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"Young Master..." Her voice trembled. Small. Uncertain. "I think... I should just go sleep tonight."

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