Elara's heart stopped.

"I... I have to go..." she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Run?" Viktor chuckled low in his throat, a sound that vibrated in the air. "Why the rush, Elara? The meal isn't finished."

"I—I didn't—"

"Don't lie." Viktor's smile widened. "I felt you tense. Saw your legs shift. You were about to bolt."

His hand moved back to Bella.

Two fingers pressed against her entrance again.

'Schlck.'

Bella whimpered, her body jerking weakly.

"N-no—not again—Young Lord—please—I just—aahhnn!"

Viktor pushed back inside.

Deeper this time. Rougher.

'Schlck-schlck-schlck—'

"Answer me, Elara," Viktor said calmly, even as his hand moved faster, finger-fucking Bella with increasing intensity. "Why did you run?"

Elara's mouth opened. Closed. Her brain short-circuited.

The 'sounds'—

Schlck-schlck-schlck—

Bella's moans—

"Nyaaa—aahhnn—Young Lord—I'm—I'm cumming again—!"

The wet slap of Viktor's palm against Bella's ass each time he bottomed out—

Phak... PhAKK!... PHAAKK!

"B-because..." Elara took a step back, her legs shaking so bad they looked like they might snap. "Because I know! I know what you do here!"

Viktor chuckled.

Dark. Amused.

"Oh? And what is it I do?"

'Schlck-schlck-schlck—'

Bella screamed again, her second orgasm crashing over her. More fluid gushed out, pooling on the floor beneath the table.

"Aahhh—fuck—Young Lord—I—I love—I love your fingers—!"

Elara's resolve crumbled.

The words spilled out before she could stop them.

"You... you breed women!" Elara blurted out, her face burning. "Like... like livestock! Everyone says you're a pervert who drags women to this manor just to fill them up until they break!"

Silence.

Viktor's hand stopped.

Bella went limp against the table, panting, tongue still hanging out, eyes unfocused.

Kaida's grip on Elara's thigh tightened.

Viktor's eyes narrowed.

"Oh?" His voice dropped an octave. "And what exactly do I do?"

Elara's throat worked. She swallowed hard.

Her amber eyes darted to Bella—disheveled, drooling, thoroughly 'fucked'—then to Kaida, whose expression had gone carefully blank.

'He breeds them.'

The thought crystallized in Elara's mind with horrifying clarity.

She'd seen the signs. Helena's swollen breasts, lactating. Mira's glowing skin, the soft roundness to her belly that hadn't been there before. The way all of them moved around Viktor—orbiting him like planets around a sun.

This manor wasn't a home.

It was a 'breeding ground'.

And Viktor—

Viktor was the stallion.

"You..." Elara's voice trembled. "You're like some... some third-rate villain. Collecting women. Breeding them. Making them—"

She couldn't finish.

Viktor stared at her for a long moment.

Then he laughed.

Not cruel. Not mocking.

Just... 'amused'.

"A third-rate villain?" Viktor pulled his fingers out of Bella's pussy with a wet 'schlp'. "That's creative."

He lifted his hand to his mouth.

And licked his fingers clean.

'Slurp.'

Bella's arousal coated his tongue. Sweet. Tangy. Still warm.

Elara's face went crimson.

The silence that followed was broken only by the wet 'smack' of Viktor's palm against Bella's ass cheek.

'SPANK!'

"Nnyaaa!" Bella yelped, pleasure and pain mixing in her cry.

Viktor walked over to the main chair at the head of the table. He sat down heavily, spreading his legs wide.

The wood creaked under his weight.

He pushed the chair back slightly—angling it so Elara had a 'perfect view'.

His hand moved to his pants.

'Pop.'

The button came undone.

'Ziiiip.'

The zipper slid down.

Elara's eyes widened.

'No. No no no—'

Viktor's pants hung open. His underwear—dark gray fabric—was 'tented'. A massive bulge strained against the material, the outline of his cock clearly visible.

Thick. Long. 'Hard'.

The fabric was damp at the tip—a dark spot where pre-cum had soaked through.

Viktor hooked his thumbs into the waistband.

But he didn't pull them down.

Not yet.

Then he looked at Bella.

"Bella," he said, his voice carrying that dark command again. "She thinks I'm forcing you."

Bella's cat ear twitched.

Slowly—so slowly—she lifted her head from the table. Her yellow eyes were glazed, unfocused, but they found Viktor immediately.

Her tongue was still hanging out slightly. Drool clung to her bottom lip.

"Come here," Viktor commanded, his voice dropping an octave. He placed a hand on his zipper. "Show our guest... does this look like I'm forcing you?"

Bella moved.

Not stood. Not walked.

'Crawled.'

She slid off the table, her robe falling back down to cover her ass. Then she dropped to her hands and knees on the floor.

And crawled toward him.

Her movements were feline. Graceful. Her hips swayed with each motion, tail swishing behind her. Her silver hair fell forward, covering half her face.

Elara couldn't breathe.

'She's... she's actually...'

Bella reached Viktor's chair.

She knelt between his spread legs, hands resting on his knees. Her head tilted up, looking at him with those wide, adoring yellow eyes.

Then her gaze dropped.

To the bulge in his underwear.

Her pupils dilated.

Her breathing quickened.

Saliva pooled in her mouth, dripping from her lips. She looked up at him, eyes shimmering with that puppy-dog devotion.

Her hands moved—sliding up his thighs, fingers trembling slightly.

She hooked them into the waistband of his underwear.

And pulled down.

She yanked it down.

'Boing.'

Viktor's cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and terrifyingly large. It slapped against his stomach with a heavy thud.

Elara's breath hitched.

'That's... that's not...'

It was 'huge'.

Eight inches. Thick as her wrist. The shaft was veined, pulsing with blood, the skin flushed dark. The head was swollen, angry red, glistening with pre-cum that dripped in a slow, continuous stream.

A shadow seemed to cast over Bella's face as she looked at the monster, her expression shifting.

Into something 'hungry'.

"My... plaything..." Bella whispered, her voice breathy, reverent, dripping with lust.

Her tongue flicked out, licking her lips.

More juice dripped from her pussy—a thin trail that ran down her inner thigh, soaking into the fabric of her robe.

She was 'soaked'.

Again.

Already.

Viktor's hand moved to her hair, fingers threading through the silver strands.

"Good girl," he murmured.

Bella shivered.

Then she moved.

She climbed onto his lap—not sitting, but positioning herself in a squat. Her feet planted on the edge of the chair, knees spread wide, hands gripping his knees for balance.

Like a frog.

Her robe rode up, exposing everything.

Her pussy—pink, puffy, 'dripping'—was on full display. The lips were parted slightly, her entrance visibly clenching, honey-thick arousal leaking out in a steady stream. The silver hair was matted with slickness, parting to reveal the swollen, bright pink labia. Juice dripped from her, forming a trail that connected her to the angry purple head of Viktor's cock resting just below her entrance.

Her silver hair covered most of her torso, but her wetness made everything visible. The tight pink labia. The swollen clit peeking out from its hood.

And Viktor's cock—pointed directly at her entrance.

Viktor grabbed her hips, his large hands molding the soft flesh of her ass, and pulled her back to align her.

Bella looked over her shoulder.

Straight at Elara.

Their eyes met.

Bella 'smirked'.

"Look, Elara," Bella breathed, her voice trembling not with fear, but anticipation. "I... I like this..." Bella told Elara. "I like him. I like Young Lord. I 'love' him. I love it."

Elara's hands clenched into fists.

"You—you don't know what you're—"

"I know," Bella interrupted. Her smile widened, showing a hint of fang. "I know 'exactly' what I'm doing."

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