She choked, her eyes watering instantly as she was forced to take him deeper.

"That dungeon is mine."

The words hit her like a freight train.

Kaida's eyes went wide. Her throat spasmed around his cock, and she coughed, pulling back violently, gasping for air.

"WHAAAT?!"

Her scream echoed through the room, her voice raw and disbelieving, as Viktor's cock slipped from her lips with a wet pop, a thick strand of saliva connecting them.

"Y-you—" Kaida stammered, wiping the saliva from her chin, her mind reeling.

She opened her mouth to demand answers—to ask how in the hell, with so much power, he came to this countryside and, rather than sleeping with powerful, able women, was with them—but the words died in her throat.

Above her, movement caught her eye.

Mira, who was still straddling Viktor's chest, suddenly shifted. Her hands reached back, grabbing the hem of her thin robe. With a slow, deliberate motion, she hiked it up, her fingers hooking into the fabric and pulling it wide.

Kaida's breath hitched.

"Oh..."

Mira's fingers dug into her own soft, pale flesh as she spread her ass cheeks apart. Her nails sank into the doughy white skin, pulling wide to reveal the prize hidden between her thick thighs.

It was glistening.

Her pussy was swollen, puffy, and undeniably thick—a mound of pink, wet flesh that glistened in the dim light. The lips were slightly parted, oozing with clear nectar that dripped down toward her anus. It looked hungry. It looked... delicious.

Kaida stumbled back, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a cough as the sheer lewdness of the sight hit her.

"M-Mira...?"

But Mira didn't even look at her. Her green eyes were hazy, fixed on Viktor's face with a look of pure, unadulterated lust.

"Husband..." she breathed, her voice husky.

She lifted her hips higher, positioning herself directly over his throbbing, saliva-slicked cock. Then, without a shred of hesitation, she sank down.

Squelch.

"Haaah...!"

Mira moaned loudly, her head thrown back as she impaled herself on him. Her pussy lips stretched wide, swallowing the thick, purple head, then the shaft, inch by inch.

Slop. Squelch. Schhhlik.

The sound of wet flesh meeting wet flesh filled the room—obscene and loud.

Viktor groaned, his hands flying up to grab her hips, guiding her down until she was seated completely on his lap, his eight inches buried deep inside her womb.

"Mmph!" Mira cut off her own moan by crashing her lips against his. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue diving into his mouth to tangle with his, claiming him. Silencing him.

She started to grind.

Her hips rolled in a slow, circular rhythm, her internal muscles clamping down on his shaft, milking him with every movement. She wasn't just fucking him; she was claiming him. Right in front of them all.

Kaida's mouth twitched. Her jaw dropped.

She was shocked. No matter how many times she had seen Mira being perverted—competing with Helena, acting shameless—it was always too shocking. The sheer audacity. The raw hunger.

Her lips trembled as she looked away, her gaze landing on Helena and Bella.

They looked just as overwhelmed.

Helena's face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps. Bella's tail was puffed up, her eyes darting between Mira and Viktor, looking like she didn't know what to do with herself. They were frozen, caught in the blast radius of Mira's intensity.

'Fuck that bastard...' Kaida thought, a sudden surge of heat flooding her belly. 'I can't be left behind!'

Panic mixed with arousal. If she stood here gaping like an idiot, Mira would take everything. She would be the favorite. She would get all the power, all the affection, all the cum.

She wanted to throw that punk off him. She wanted to grab Viktor by the collar and force him to explain everything—the dungeon, the powers, the future.

But then Viktor moved.

With a low grunt of effort, he sat up, lifting his torso off the bed. Mira didn't detach; she just wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, her ankles locking behind his back. She fell into the embrace, clinging to him like a koala, still kissing him deeply.

And he started to pound her.

Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed like gunshots.

Viktor's hips snapped forward, driving into her with brutal force. He wasn't holding back. He was rearranging her insides, his cock vanishing completely into her wet depths before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in.

"Mmph—! Nngh—! Mmmhh~!!"

Mira moaned into his mouth, her sounds muffled by their kiss. Her green eyes were hazy, filled with tears of pleasure, rolling back into her head.

The intensity was overwhelming.

Kaida watched, mesmerized, as Viktor's balls—heavy and full—slapped against Mira's ass with every thrust.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Even though Mira was still wearing the open robe, it somehow made it more arousing. The fabric rubbed against his dick, getting soaked with their combined juices, clinging to her wet skin. It was primal. It was raw.

And it broke the dam.

Without a word, without a signal, all three of the watching women moved.

Bella's hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her wet slit. Helena grabbed her own heavy breasts, squeezing them until milk beaded at the tips. And Kaida...

Kaida found her hand sliding down her stomach, her fingers diving into her own pussy.

Schlick. Schlick.

She rubbed her clit, her breath hitching as she watched them. Her body moved on its own, drawn toward the bed like a moth to a flame.

She crawled forward.

"Bastard," Kaida hissed, her voice trembling with need. "Don't just pay attention to her."

She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself behind Viktor. With a bold move, she swung her legs over, placing one on either side of Mira's head so she was effectively sitting on Mira's shoulders.

She pressed down, her pussy hovering right by Viktor's face as he broke the kiss with Mira.

"Kaida...?" Viktor murmured, breathless.

Kaida didn't answer. She just sat on Mira's massive tits like they were pillows, her weight pressing the other woman down. She reached out, cupping Viktor's face with both hands, squishing his cheeks.

"Look at me," she commanded breathlessly.

Then she pulled him into a kiss.

It was desperate. Hungry. Her tongue clashed with his, tasting Mira's flavor on his lips, and she didn't even care. She moaned into his mouth, grinding her hips against his chest, her wetness soaking his skin.

Viktor's eyes narrowed.

He was surrounded.

He could feel Helena's massive, soft tits pressing against his back as she hugged him from behind, her hands roaming over his chest. He could feel Bella's small, rough tongue licking his side, her head bumping against his ribs as she tried to get closer.

And below him, Mira was still clenching, still taking every inch of him.

His tail twitched violently behind him.

It swished through the air, seeking a target—and found one.

Sliiiide.

"Hyaah~!"

Bella squealed as his thick tail suddenly inserted itself into her tight pussy. It wasn't just a tail; it was muscular, dexterous. It curled inside her, hitting her spot instantly.

Squirt!

Bella's body jerked, and clear fluid sprayed from her, soaking the sheets.

"Ahhh~! Master's tail~! It's inside~!"

Viktor didn't stop. His hands moved, one grabbing Helena's ass cheek, kneading the soft flesh, the other gripping Bella's hip.

And he pounded.

He drove upward into Mira, using the mattress as leverage.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Y-Yes! Deeper!" Mira screamed, her head pinned under Kaida's thighs, her voice muffled but ecstatic.

Kaida moaned into Viktor's mouth, feeling the shockwaves of his thrusts travel through his body and into hers.

"Mmmph~! Mmnnh~!"

The room was filled with the symphony of sex. The slap of flesh. The squelch of juices. The schlick of fingers.

Kaida's internal thoughts were a chaotic mess of arousal.

'He's so strong... how does he have so much stamina? He just came and he's pounding her like a machine... God, his tongue... it's everywhere...'

She felt his hands tighten on the other women, felt his muscles bunch and release under her fingertips. The smell of sex—musk, milk, sweat, and cum—was thick in the air, intoxicating her.

She broke the kiss, gasping for air, saliva trailing between them.

"Fuck me..." she whispered, her crimson eyes blown wide. "Viktor... I want to be next... and then tell me everything."

Viktor looked up at her, sweat dripping from his brow, a feral grin on his face.

"Get in line, darling," he growled, and slammed his hips up into Mira one more time, making all four of them cry out in unison.

PHAAACKK!

"AAAAAaaNNGgHHhhh~~♡♡~!!!"

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