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[ Minor Dominance over Lower Race Detected ]

thump thump

Elara's mouth snapped shut. Her hands clenched at her sides, nails digging crescents into her palms hard enough to sting.

Something went wrong. Her mind became numb, eyes blinking but something she couldn't name shut down inside her the moment she heard his order. Like a switch flipped. Like her body belonged to someone else now.

She wanted to look away.

She couldn't.

Viktor's tail increased its pace inside Helena's cunt. The spaded tip curved and twisted, finding that spongy spot that made women lose their fucking minds.

Schlck schlck schlck

The wet sounds echoed off obsidian walls. Each thrust made Helena's thighs quiver. Made her toes curl against the floor.

"Ahhn—Young Master—I'm going to—!" Helena's voice pitched higher, desperate and needy.

Viktor's free hand moved to her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he spread her thighs wider. Forced them apart until her stance was obscene. Her legs had turned to jelly from the tail and her earlier orgasm—she was barely standing, hand gripping his shoulder for dear life.

The sound of his zipper cut through her moans.

Zzzzip

Elara flinched. That metallic rasp felt louder than Helena's desperate whimpering, louder than her own thundering heartbeat.

Her amber eyes caught every detail—the way Viktor's pants hung low on his hips, the purple-pink glow reflecting off sweat-slicked skin, Helena's body trembling like a leaf.

Her throat felt dry. When had she stopped breathing?

"Wait—both—you can't—!" Helena's eyes shot wide, clarity breaking through the haze of pleasure for just a moment.

Viktor's cock pressed against her entrance. The same entrance already stuffed full of his vibrating tail. The head of him was thick and flushed dark, precum beading at the slit.

"Shhh." His hand moved from her breast to her throat, fingers wrapping possessively around her windpipe. Not choking. Just... claiming. "Your body can take it. We both know that."

The head of his cock pushed against her already stretched opening. Pressed against pink flesh pulled taut around his tail. Pressed harder.

"Hnnngh—!"

The opening stretched. And stretched. Pink flesh pulled so tight it turned almost white at the edges, the rim of her pussy straining impossibly wide.

Then—

Pop.

The head breached alongside his tail.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH—!"

Helena's scream tore through the air as Viktor's cock forced its way into her cunt inch by inch, joining the tail already buried inside. Her eyes rolled back completely, pupils disappearing, leaving only whites as her mouth gaped open in a silent, breathless wail. Spit dripped from her bottom lip.

Elara's knees buckled.

She caught herself against nothing, one hand shooting out for balance that didn't exist. Her baggy pants suddenly felt too tight—the fabric pressed against her thighs where they'd clenched together without permission.

Heat. Spreading from somewhere low in her belly. Foreign. Unwelcome. Undeniable.

Her other hand had found the seam of her pants. Not touching herself. Not exactly. Just... there. Fingers pressed flat against the rough fabric, feeling the warmth underneath, the pulse of blood rushing places it shouldn't. Places she'd tried to forget existed.

When had she started sweating? The back of her neck was damp. Her palms too.

His tail—thick, spaded, vibrating like a living thing—pressed against one side of Helena's inner walls.

His cock—massive, hot, throbbing with every heartbeat—ground against the other side, stretching her pussy impossibly wide. Wider than any hole should go.

Both buried in the same hole. Both filling her completely.

Schlck schlck schlck—Phack! Phack! Phack!

"I'm so FULL—!" Helena sobbed, her voice breaking into something raw and animal. "I can't—it's too much—my pussy's gonna—!"

Viktor started moving. Slow at first. Deliberate. His cock withdrew—inch by agonizing inch—grinding against his own tail, creating friction that made Helena's whole body seize up before thrusting back in hard.

PAHH!

"HNNNGH—!"

Each thrust made the tail's vibrations feel stronger. Each pulse of the tail made her walls clench tighter around his grinding cock. The dual stimulation was destroying her—you could see it in how her fingers clawed uselessly at his arm, how her stomach muscles spasmed, how drool ran unchecked down her chin.

Helena's legs shook violently. Only Viktor's arm around her waist and his hand on her throat kept her upright, impaled on both appendages like some kind of fucked-up sculpture.

"Look at you," Viktor growled against her ear, breath hot. "Only you and Mira can take both in the same place. That makes you special, doesn't it?"

"Ahhn—yes—YES—!" Her voice was broken, desperate, pride cutting through the pleasure-pain. "I'm your—your best WIFE—!"

Purple-pink light dripped from between her legs where they were joined. Her entrance was stretched so obscenely wide that the light poured out in waves, mixing with the flood of her arousal and coating Viktor's balls.

Rusty bounced frantically beneath them, absorbing the output, glowing brighter and brighter like a tiny sun.

Around them, something changed. The bed frame beneath Helena grew ornate—carved wood manifesting from nothing. Bedposts materialized, thick and dark. A canopy formed overhead, silk draping like liquid shadow.

The manor was feeding. Growing. Getting stronger.

All from the essence pouring out of Helena's ruined pussy.

"Not yet." Viktor's hand tightened on her throat, cutting off just enough air to make her gasp. "Hold it."

"I can't—please—!" Her fingers clawed at his arm, leaving red marks that would bruise. "Please please please—!"

Viktor's tail curved inside her, the spaded tip dragging deliberately across her g-spot while his cock ground against the opposite wall. The pressure was maddening—too much, not enough, everything all at once.

"Look down."

Helena's glazed eyes struggled to focus. Struggled to see past the pleasure-fog.

Between her legs, where both his tail and cock disappeared inside her single entrance—

Purple light. Pink light. Brighter and brighter.

Her pussy was stretched obscenely around both appendages, the pink flesh pulled so taut it looked almost translucent. Through it, the light pulsed with each dual thrust like a heartbeat. Like something alive was growing inside her.

"Kyuu~! Kyuu~!" Rusty bounced excitedly, catching the dripping light like rain.

The slime began to glow so bright it hurt to look at—

Elara's hand moved. Just slightly. A subtle pressure through the fabric of her pants. Not conscious. Not deliberate.

The bandages wrapped tight around her breasts suddenly felt like torture. Each breath pressed her nipples against the rough fabric. Tightening. Hardening. Aching in a way she'd never felt before.

No. No no no.

She bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Focused on that pain instead of the heat pooling between her legs. Instead of how wet she was getting.

Her amber eyes couldn't look away from the reflection. Helena's ruined face, Viktor's possessive grip, the light pouring from where they were joined.

The way Helena's body surrendered completely. The way she begged for it. The way she looked 'happy' to be used like that.

Something in Elara's chest twisted. Envy? Fear? Want?

She didn't know anymore.

POP!

Viktor withdrew his tail completely in one smooth motion.

Schlllllp

Helena screamed like she'd been gutted. Her pussy gaped grotesquely, clenching desperately around just his cock now, a flood of mixed essence and arousal gushing out onto the floor. The sudden emptiness made her shake.

"PLEASE—!" she wailed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "Let me—I need—I'm so close—!"

But Viktor wasn't done. Wasn't even close.

With his cock still buried in her cunt, he hooked his arms under her knees and lifted.

Helena shrieked as she was suddenly airborne, legs spread wide, completely impaled, her full weight driving him deeper than ever before. So deep she could feel him in her stomach.

"AHHHHHHHHNNNN—!"

He carried her—step by step—toward the newly manifested bed. Showed off his strength like it was nothing.

Each step jostled her. Made his cock shift inside her at different angles. Hit new spots.

"Hnng—ahhn—oh god—oh GOD—!"

Her head lolled back against his shoulder. Drool ran down her chin. She'd stopped making sense, reduced to animal sounds and broken syllables.

Just "ah ah ah" with every step.

The movement. The flex of Viktor's muscles as he carried Helena like she weighed nothing. The way her body bounced with each step, breasts swaying, pussy stretched around him—

Elara's fingers pressed harder against her pants. Rubbed. Just once. A small circle through the fabric that sent electricity shooting up her spine.

She froze. Horror washed over her flushed face.

What was she—?

No. She pulled her hand away like it had touched fire. Crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide the way her nipples tented the shirt despite the bandages underneath.

This was wrong. All of this was wrong. She shouldn't be watching. Shouldn't be 'feeling' anything.

So why couldn't she move? Why couldn't she run?

Why did part of her want to keep watching? Want to see what happened next?

Viktor reached the bed and threw her.

Helena landed on the purple silk sheets with a bounce, massive breasts jiggling, legs splayed wide, pussy gaping and dripping—still shaped to accommodate both appendages even though only one had been inside.

She looked utterly debauched. Destroyed. Used.

Perfect.

"Please..." she breathed, looking back over her shoulder with half-lidded eyes that could barely focus.

Viktor stood behind her, admiring the view. His cock glistened with her arousal, still rock hard and throbbing. Not even close to done.

He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.

"We need to show Elara just how good my first wife is at taking everything I give her."

His thumb pushed inside her asshole. Just the tip at first.

"AHHNN—!"

Helena's back arched like a bow. Her hands fisted in the sheets hard enough to tear the silk.

He pulled his thumb out. Brought it to her pussy. Gathered her arousal—there was so much of it—and returned to her ass.

This time, he pushed two fingers inside. Spread them.

Schlllck

"NGHH—!"

Her rim stretched around his fingers. Pink and tight and twitching.

"That's it," Viktor said, working his fingers deeper. "Relax for me."

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