Viktor scissored his fingers. Stretching. Preparing. Helena whimpered into the sheets, her hips pushing back against the invasion.

"Kyuu kyuu~!" Rusty bounced excitedly, anticipating what was coming.

And Elara...

Elara stood there, one hand covering her face, peeking between her fingers. But her other hand had found its way back to the seam of her pants. This time she didn't stop it. Couldn't stop it.

Her amber eyes, visible between her splayed fingers, were wide as moons. Pupils blown so large only a thin ring of gold remained.

And in those dilated depths, reflected in miniature—Viktor's fingers disappearing into Helena's ass. The way her hole stretched white. The wet sounds.

Everything.

The bandages around her breasts felt like they were cutting off circulation. Her nipples ached so badly she wanted to cry. Or touch them. Or—

She bit her lip harder. The copper taste spread across her tongue.

Unable to look away no matter how much her rational brain screamed at her to run.

'Aah... wh-what is happening with me...'

Viktor added a third finger.

"Breathe," he commanded.

Helena sucked in a shuddering breath, her whole body trembling.

Schlck schlck schlck

He finger-fucked her ass slowly, methodically, until her hole stopped clenching quite so desperately. Until it started to relax, opening for him.

"Good girl." Viktor withdrew his fingers. "Ready?"

"Please—!" Helena's voice was muffled by the sheets, raw with need. "Please, I need—!"

Viktor gripped his cock. Lined it up.

The swollen head pressed against her asshole.

Then he pushed.

Slowly. Steadily. Relentlessly.

Helena's asshole stretched. The tight ring went white. Wider. Wider.

"AHHH—AHHHHH—!"

Viktor's cockhead popped inside.

Pop.

"NGHAAAAA—!"

Helena's hands fisted in the silk sheets, her entire body going rigid. Every muscle locked.

Viktor didn't move. Just held there, letting her adjust to the intrusion.

"Breathe, Helena."

She gasped. Sucked in air. Her asshole clenched rhythmically around his cockhead, trying to push it out, failing.

"It's too big—I can't—!"

"You can." His hands gripped her wide hips possessively. "And you will."

He pushed deeper.

Inch by agonizing inch, his cock sank into her ass.

Schlllllck

Helena's mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled back. Drool pooled on the sheets beneath her face.

Three inches. Four inches. Five.

"AHHH—YOU'RE BREAKING—!"

Viktor paused.

His cock was halfway inside. Her asshole was stretched obscenely around his girth, the tight ring clinging to his shaft like it was trying to pull him deeper.

And beneath them, on the floor around the bed—

Purple light.

It started at the base of the bed frame. Spread outward like roots seeking water. Thin lines of luminescence crawling across the obsidian floor, branching, forming intricate patterns that pulsed with each of Helena's gasping breaths.

"Kyuu!" Rusty bounced after the lights, leaving trails of pink sparkles.

The lines reached about ten feet from the bed before stopping, incomplete.

"Not enough," Viktor murmured, more to himself than anyone. "Need to go deeper."

"No—wait—I need a moment—!"

Viktor pushed.

Six inches. Seven.

"NGHAAAAAAAA—!"

Eight inches.

His cock bottomed out. His balls pressed flush against her pussy, which still dripped steadily.

Completely inside her ass.

Helena went limp. Her arms gave out, face planting into the sheets. Only Viktor's grip on her hips held her ass up, keeping her in position.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh..." she panted, barely conscious.

Viktor held still, feeling her ass clench and spasm around him. So tight it was almost painful. So hot it felt like her body was trying to melt him.

He looked down at where they were joined.

Her asshole stretched impossibly wide, gripping the base of his cock. Her pussy below dripped steadily, arousal running down her thighs in glistening trails.

And the purple light—

It exploded.

The thin lines became rivers. Thick streams of purple-pink luminescence poured from where his cock penetrated her ass, flooding across the floor in all directions like a dam had burst.

The light touched the walls. Climbed them. Formed shapes.

Stone materialized. Solid. Real. Ornate carvings appeared as the light passed over them—demonic faces, writhing figures, scenes of debauchery frozen in rock.

"I-I want to..." Elara breathed, watching walls manifest from nothing.

Her hand had stopped moving. Frozen against her pants.

She stared—not at the walls forming from nothing, not at the impossible architecture being born from sex—but at the space between Helena's legs. At where Viktor's cock disappeared into her ass.

At the stretched ring of muscle. At the way it clung to him like it never wanted to let go.

Something twisted low in her belly.

Not disgust. Not horror.

Want.

The word appeared in her mind unbidden. Unwelcome. Undeniable.

She wanted—

No. No. She couldn't. Shouldn't. This was—

But her thighs clenched tighter together. Her nipples ached so badly the bandages felt like torture devices.

Her fingers resumed their unconscious circling against the seam of her pants, pressing harder, seeking relief that wouldn't come through fabric alone.

And her amber eyes reflected everything. The purple-pink light painting the world in colors that didn't exist outside nightmares and dreams.

Helena's ruined body, broken and remade by pleasure.

Viktor's possessive grip, claiming every inch. The walls forming from nothing, building a prison or a paradise, she couldn't tell which.

All of it reflected in those wide, dilated pupils like a mirror to something awakening inside her that she didn't have words for yet.

Something she'd have to name soon.

Something she'd have to choose.

Viktor pulled back slowly. His cock withdrew from Helena's ass until only the head remained inside, the tight ring clinging desperately to the ridge.

Helena whimpered at the loss, her body already missing the fullness.

Then he thrust forward.

Hard.

PHACK!

"AHHHNNN—!"

The light pulsed. Brighter. A shockwave of illumination spreading from their joined bodies like ripples on water.

More walls formed. A doorway appeared, ornate and tall. The beginning of a second room took shape, walls growing from floor to ceiling in seconds.

He pulled back again. Thrust forward.

PHACK!

"OH—GOD—!"

Another pulse. Another section of wall. A window manifested, looking out onto the dark void beyond.

He established a rhythm. Slow. Deep. Powerful thrusts that made Helena's massive ass ripple with each impact, flesh jiggling hypnotically.

PHACK! PHACK! PHACK!

"Ahhn—ahhn—ahhn—!"

The manor was being built. One thrust at a time. One orgasm at a time. Stone and wood and glass forming from pure concentrated lust given form.

Viktor's grip tightened on her hips. His pace increased. The bed beneath them creaked, newly formed wood protesting.

Helena's voice broke into incomprehensible sounds. Her pussy gushed, adding to the flood of essence. Her asshole squeezed him so tight he could feel every spasm, every clench.

"Come," Viktor commanded. "Now."

"YES—YES—YESSSSS—!"

Helena's body seized. Her back arched impossibly. Her scream shattered into silence as the orgasm ripped through her like lightning.

Her asshole clamped down on Viktor's cock like a tight hole it was.

The light erupted.

Blinding. All-consuming. Purple-pink radiance that filled every corner, every shadow.

The manor completed around them. Walls. Ceiling. Floors. Rooms upon rooms materializing in an instant, born from Helena's climax.

And Elara...

"Hnghh... Ah... Haah..! Haah..!" Something just melted out of her own panties, wetting her pants as she felt it gushing out too.

Elara stood there, hand pressed between her legs, unable to look away, unable to run, unable to do anything except stand there and feel something inside her crack open like an egg.

Something that whispered: 'You could have this too.'

Something that promised: 'You will.'

Her amber eyes reflected the purple-pink light. And for just a moment—one terrible, wonderful moment—she imagined herself in Helena's place.

The thought should have disgusted her.

It didn't.

And that terrified her more than anything else.

And just a murmur...

"I want to eat him..."

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