"Young Master..." Helena's voice trembled. Small. Uncertain. "I think... I should just go sleep tonight."

Her thighs pressed together beneath her uniform, trying to hide the shameful wetness pooling there.

After watching him above Kaida all day, her body had betrayed her—aching, empty, desperate.

Viktor's dark eyes narrowed.

His hands on her ass tightened, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh through her uniform.

"Sleep?" His voice was low. Dangerous. A hint of amusement curling at the edge. "Mira's got a genuine reason, but you? Nah. You're sleeping with me tonight—just not the boring kind of sleeping."

Helena's breath caught. The way he said it... like it was already decided. Like her body belonged to him.

He pulled her closer, grinding his cock—still coated in Bella and Kaida's fluids—against her stomach through the fabric.

Helena's breath hitched.

"Young Master, I—"

"You're wet."

His hand moved from her ass to between her legs, pressing against her pussy through the uniform with deliberate slowness.

Helena gasped.

He was right.

The fabric was soaked.

*I-I should have switched my panties.*

"Even though you already got your fill last night," Viktor continued, his fingers rubbing her through the cloth in slow, maddening circles. "Look at this greedy pussy. Got so wet it's dripping down your thighs. Were you getting off watching me ruin them, Helena?"

His words hit her like physical blows. Shame burned through her chest, but her pussy clenched harder, gushing more fluid against his palm.

Helena's face burned red.

"I... I didn't mean to—"

"Strip."

"Young Master—"

"Let me eat you up, Helena." His voice dropped to that dangerous purr that made her knees weak. "Or should I rip that uniform off myself? I kinda like the sound of tearing fabric, you see."

Ten minutes later.

"Mmmhphh... unnghh..."

The sound of wet, muffled kissing filled the bedroom—Viktor's mouth locked onto Bella's, his tongue invading, dominating, swallowing her desperate whimpers.

Bella's mind was blank. Pure white.

Just the taste of him—salt and something darker—filling her mouth, claiming every corner. Her tongue tried to keep up, tried to respond, but he was too much, too overwhelming—

Pah pah pah!

The sharp, rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the manor.

"Hhngh~!! Nyanagh~~!!!"

Helena's world had narrowed to the brutal fullness inside her. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her entire body—stomach, chest, throat.

She could feel him everywhere. The thick ridge of his cock dragging against her inner walls, the heavy weight of his balls slapping her clit, the heat of his body pressing her into the silk sheets—

Helena's loud moans—broken and desperate—mixed with the obscene squelching sounds.

Sqlch sqlch sqlch.

"Uhngn... W-wait... Ahn... not two fingers, y-you idiot—"

Kaida's pride was drowning.

She wanted to be angry, wanted to curse him properly, but her pussy kept clenching around those thick fingers, pulling them deeper, begging for more even as her mouth protested—

Kaida's protest died in a gasp as Viktor's fingers pumped deeper into her pussy, knuckle-deep and relentless.

The scene was devastating.

Helena lay face-down on the silk sheets, completely naked.

Her massive breasts—too large for her ribcage—overflowed through the gaps between her ribs on either side, soft flesh spilling out like pillows supporting her upper body with each brutal thrust.

Her dark brown nipples, thick and inch-long, dragged across the silk with every impact, the friction making them impossibly hard.

The sensation was electric. Every slide across the smooth fabric sent sparks straight to her pussy.

Her nipples had become too sensitive since last night when she started to lactate milk, but this—combined with his cock destroying her from behind—was too much—

Her hips were raised high, back arched, presenting her fat ass to Viktor.

PHACK! PHACK! PHACK!

Each thrust made her ass cheeks jiggle violently—waves of soft flesh rippling from the point of impact, bouncing, clapping together before spreading apart again.

Viktor's cock plunged into her from behind, eight thick inches disappearing completely into her stretched pussy with every stroke.

His heavy balls—full and swinging—slapped against her swollen clit with each thrust.

Slap slap slap!

"Ahhn~! Y-Young Master~! Too—hnnngh~!—too deep~!" Helena cried, her voice muffled by the sheets, her fingers clawing at the fabric. "I can feel you—ahhn~!—in my stomach~!"

It wasn't metaphor. She could actually feel the thick head of his cock pressing against her cervix, pushing into her womb with each brutal thrust.

The fullness was maddening. The stretch was perfect. She never wanted it to end—

Her thick thighs trembled, struggling to keep her hips raised. The muscles in her legs quivered with each impact, threatening to give out.

To Viktor's left, Kaida lay on her side like a dog, one leg raised and spread wide, hips elevated.

Completely naked. Exposed.

Viktor's left hand was behind him, two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside Kaida's tight, soaking pussy, pumping in and out with the same brutal rhythm he fucked Helena.

Sqlch sqlch sqlch.

The wet sounds were obscene.

"Hnngh—! Y-you perverted—ahhn~!—bastard—!" Kaida gasped, her crimson eyes squeezed shut, face burning bright red. "I-I told you my pussy needed—nnyahh~!—rest!"

But it felt so good. So impossibly good.

His fingers knew exactly where to press, exactly how to curl, hitting spots inside her she didn't even know existed.

Her warrior's persona was crumbling with every thrust—

Her lean, athletic body trembled violently. Her handful of breasts bounced with each thrust of his fingers, tiny pink nipples hard as small diamonds.

Her expression was a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure—mouth open, drool dripping from the corner of her lips, eyebrows drawn together.

But what made it worse—what made her flush deeper—was Helena's moans.

Every time Helena screamed, every time Viktor's cock made that wet schlck sound plunging into her, Kaida's pussy clenched tighter around his fingers.

She hated it. Hated how listening to him fuck Helena made her wetter. Made her pussy throb with jealousy and desperate need—

"You're getting wetter," Viktor noted, his voice carrying that infuriating smirk even while he was balls-deep in Helena. His fingers curled inside Kaida deliberately, hitting that spot. "Listen to yourself. Getting off on Helena's moans like a little pervert. Maybe I should make you watch next time."

"N-no—! I don't—ahhn~!—shut up—!"

But her pussy told the truth. More fluid gushed out, coating his hand.

And directly in front of Viktor—

Bella.

She clung to his chest like a lifeline, her small body wrapped around him completely. Her arms locked around his neck, legs hooked around his waist, her entire weight supported by him.

Bella couldn't think. Couldn't breathe properly. Just sensation—his mouth devouring hers, his tongue claiming every corner, and that thing inside her pussy.

That vibrating thing that was destroying her mind—

Viktor's mouth dominated hers, tongue fucking her mouth with the same intensity he fucked Helena's pussy.

"Mmmph~! Mmmnh~! Nngh~!"

Her muffled moans vibrated against his lips.

But the most intense sensation was Viktor's demonic tail.

The black, heart-tipped appendage was buried deep inside Bella's tight virgin pussy, stretching her walls, filling her completely.

And it was vibrating.

Bzzzzzzz.

The vibration was constant, pulsing at a frequency that made Bella's entire body convulse. Her pussy gushed fluid continuously, soaking Viktor's tail, dripping down onto the sheets below.

It felt like lightning. Like thousands of tiny sparks firing inside her pussy, spreading through her lower belly, up her spine, exploding behind her eyes.

She couldn't stop cumming. Small continuous orgasms that blended together into one endless wave—

"Nnnghhhgg~~♡~!!"

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