Viktor's hand tightened in Kaida's hair.

He pushed her down—'hard'—burying his entire length in her throat.

Kaida's eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't pull away.

Viktor grunted, his jaw clenching.

"Your father tried to eradicate pirates," Viktor said, his voice strained now, breath coming faster. "Pirates who held major control over his merchant organizations' sea routes."

'Glk. Glk. Glk.'

Kaida's throat convulsed around him, swallowing reflexively.

"Resulting in a fall in supplies for the black market," Viktor continued, his hips jerking forward slightly. "And the end result was..."

He paused.

His cock throbbed in Kaida's mouth.

Then his hand clenched in Kaida's hair, and he 'thrust'.

Deep.

Hard.

'One last time.'

"Nngh—'fuck'—"

His cock erupted.

Thick ropes of cum shot directly down Kaida's throat, flooding her mouth, her esophagus, filling her completely.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Kaida's eyes went wide, tears spilling freely now. Her throat worked frantically, swallowing as fast as she could, but there was 'so much'.

Cum leaked from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin, mixing with her saliva.

Her red eyes looked up at Viktor, watery and glassy, but there was something else there.

Satisfaction.

Pride.

She'd made him cum again even though he had emptied himself inside Bella, even when he didn't drink anything from their bodies to recover that animal-like stamina.

Viktor held her there for a moment longer, his cock pulsing in her throat, before finally releasing her hair.

"Cough.. Cough..." Kaida pulled back with a 'gasp', coughing, only spit splattering onto the floor as his cum got absorbed by her body.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing hard, but there was a victorious smile and also a soft feeling that wasn't vivid. She felt stronger, as if she had drunk some energy drink, though it was permanent.

"...your fiance, killing everyone and making your brother a puppet lord."

'!'

Elara gasped, her body snapping upright as if struck by lightning. The shock wasn't just physical; it was a cold, drenching realization that soaked into her bones.

She stared at him.

Viktor stood there, chest heaving slightly, the afterglow of pleasure still evident in the relaxed set of his shoulders. But his eyes... they were sharp. Too sharp.

He looked down, unbothered by her stunned silence.

With a casual, almost lazy motion, he stuffed his cock—now limp and soft after emptying himself twice in a row—back into his trousers. He didn't bother with underwear. He just zipped the fly, the sound of the metal teeth meshing together echoing loudly in the silent room.

'Zzzzp.'

Then, he looked at his hand.

The hand that had been holding Kaida's head. The hand that had brushed against his own shaft.

It was glistening.

Coated in a thick, shiny layer of Kaida's saliva and the sticky remnants of Bella's juices that had been on his cock.

Elara watched, horrified, expecting him to wash it. To ask for a towel. To show some shred of decency.

Instead, Viktor simply wiped it on his thigh.

'Schhhhk.'

He dragged his palm down the fabric of his expensive trousers, leaving a long, dark, wet smear of mixed bodily fluids right on his thigh. He did it with the casual indifference of a mechanic wiping grease on a rag, not a nobleman wiping two women's essence off his skin.

Elara's stomach turned.

"You..." She breathed, her voice trembling. "You are foul."

Viktor just smirked, adjusting his waistband. "Waste not, want not. It's good material."

"That's not—!" Elara cut herself off, her mind reeling back to his words. To the terrifying truth he had just dropped on her like a bomb.

The Vance family fall.

Her brother's sudden, suspicious rise to power.

The slaughter of her kin.

Her desperate flight from a marriage that felt like a death sentence.

He knew it all.

"How?" Elara whispered, her amber eyes narrowing as suspicion warred with fear. "How do you know so much?"

It didn't make sense. He was a degenerate. A secluded lord in the middle of nowhere who spent his days breeding women and his nights... well, doing the same.

She looked at Kaida, who was still on the floor, wiping her mouth, looking stronger, flushed with a strange vitality. She looked at Bella, passed out in the chair.

'He recognized me from day one,' Elara realized. 'He knew exactly who I was when he saw me.'

The perverted persona... it flickered for a second. Just for a second. Beneath the lust and the vulgarity, she felt something else. Something deep. Something dark and calculating that terrified her more than his cock ever could.

"How do you know?" she demanded again, her voice gaining a sharp edge.

Viktor didn't answer the 'how'. He just stepped closer, the smell of sex and musk radiating off him.

"I can help you," he said simply.

Elara blinked. She looked at him, really looked at him, searching for the lie.

"What?"

"You are running from place to place," Viktor said, his voice dropping to a low, persuasive rumble. "In fear of getting caught. Sleeping in barns. Starving. Waiting for the day your brother's assassins—or your fiancé's men—find you in a ditch."

Elara flinched. The image was too close to the nightmares she had every night.

"What if I provide you protection?" he added.

Hearing his words, Elara's mouth twitched. Her jaw clenched so hard her teeth ached. She glared at him, at the wet spot on his pants, at the arrogant tilt of his head.

"For what?" she taunted, venom dripping from her tone. "For spreading my legs? You dirty—"

"I will treat you as my wife, Elara."

The words hung in the air.

Elara froze. Then, her face twisted in disgust.

"Wife?" she spat the word like it was poison. She looked at Kaida, averting her gaze. Looked at Bella, unconscious with milk leaking from her top. "That's your definition of a wife? A cum-dumpster? A broodmare?"

She spun around.

"I'd rather die."

She took a step toward the door. She wanted to leave. She wanted to run back into the forest, to the cold, to the hunger. Anything was better than this... this 'madness'.

But her feet felt like lead.

She stopped.

The weight of the outside world crashed down on her. The hunger. The cold. The constant looking over her shoulder. The knowledge that if she walked out that door, she was walking into a grave.

But she wasn't going to spread her legs for him. She wasn't going to be another notch on his bedpost, another trophy to be broken and filled.

She tensed, preparing to force her legs to move, to run despite the fear.

"How about being my assistant then?"

Elara stopped.

She didn't turn around.

"Be there to handle paperwork," Viktor's voice came from behind her, calm and reasonable. "Formal duties of a butler. Managing the estate's finances. You're a Vance. You know numbers better than anyone here."

Elara's breath hitched.

"And such," Viktor continued, his footsteps approaching slowly. "And I promise... until the day you yourself spread your legs, I will not even dare to touch you."

'!'

Elara's eyes went wide.

Slowly, hesitantly, she turned back around.

Viktor was standing there. He wasn't reaching for her. He wasn't looking at her with that hungry, predatory gaze he used on Kaida.

He looked... serious.

"...Really?" she whispered, her voice small.

Viktor smiled. It wasn't the lewd grin from before. It was softer. Almost charming.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "I promise."

Elara looked at him. Then at the door. Then back at him.

She took a deep breath, the fight draining out of her, replaced by a heavy, exhausted resignation.

"Fine," she muttered. "But if you try anything..."

"I won't have to," Viktor said, turning away and walking towards the outside garden area as if the deal was already sealed. "You'll come to me eventually."

"Hof..." Elara scowled at his back.

'That day will never come, perverted trashy... wait, doesn't he look muscular a bit'

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