Viktor stood.

Mira whimpered as his cock slid out of her ass with a wet 'schlorp'; thick globs of cum that should have come out didn't; her body simply drank all of it.

She collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, gasping, her asshole gaping slightly before clenching shut.

"Hah... hah... s-so much..."

Viktor didn't respond. His eyes were locked on Helena.

He took a step forward.

THUD.

Another wooden soldier knelt, though not due to him but rather peeking his attention kneeling for Helena.

Viktor's gaze flickered to it, then to the others. All kneeling. Even—

His eyes widened slightly.

Even the Wooden Knight. The one that had stood when Viktor first entered this floor. The one that had only acknowledged him with a nod, never a full kneel.

Now it was down on one knee, head bowed, completely submissive.

Viktor's brow furrowed. He glanced at the translucent system window still hovering nearby.

"System," Viktor muttered, voice low. "Is it because... the first floor is Helena's?"

The window flickered.

[...]

And then—

Nothing.

No text appeared. No response. The window just... hovered there. Silent.

Viktor blinked.

'The fuck? Did it just... ignore me?'

He stared at the blank screen for another moment, waiting. Still nothing.

"...Seriously?"

Confusion rippled through him, but he didn't have time to process it because—

His eyes met Helena's.

She was still seated on the throne, legs spread wide, one hand resting on the armrest, the other on her thick thigh. But it was the look in her eyes that stopped him cold.

Love.

Pure, undiluted love. But not the maternal kind she usually had—the soft, nurturing affection of a nanny who'd raised him. No, this was different.

This was the look of a 'wife.'

Her brown eyes held weight. Possessiveness. Hunger mixed with devotion. Like she was staring at something that belonged to her—and she to him.

Viktor's cock, still half-hard and dripping with Mira's ass juices, twitched.

'Shit.'

Helena's body looked... ravishing. Even though he'd feasted on her this morning—fucked her so hard she'd screamed herself hoarse—she looked just as tempting now.

Maybe more.

Her massive breasts sat heavy and full, brown nipples tight and pointed. Her thick thighs framed her pussy perfectly, the pink lips swollen and glistening in the purple-pink light.

His tail swung behind him as he approached, each step deliberate.

Helena's smile widened. Just slightly. Enough to show she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Viktor stopped in front of her, standing between her spread legs. His cock hung limp—well, mostly limp. It twitched every few seconds, trying to decide if it had enough energy left to get hard again.

Their eyes locked.

For a moment, neither spoke. Just stared. The air between them felt... charged. Electric.

Then Viktor moved.

His hand shot out, fingers tangling in Helena's brown hair. He gripped tight—not painful, but firm—and tilted her head back slightly.

"Shit, you look hot, Helena."

Helena's breath hitched. Her lips parted slightly, eyes half-lidded.

"Young Master..."

Viktor's grip tightened. He guided her head forward, pulling her face toward his crotch.

Helena didn't resist. Didn't hesitate.

Her lips parted wider, tongue sliding out to wet her bottom lip. And then—

Schlup.

She took him in.

Not slow. Not teasing. She opened her throat and swallowed his cock whole in one smooth motion, her nose pressing against his pelvis, lips stretched wide around his girth.

"'Urgh—fuck—!'"

Viktor's knees almost buckled. The heat. The tightness.

Even though he'd trained her throat this morning—fucked it until she could barely breathe—it still felt impossibly tight. Like her body had reset overnight.

Helena's fingers hooked onto his hips, gripping for leverage. Her throat contracted around him, swallowing, milking his shaft even though he wasn't fully hard yet.

But then—

Helena's hand moved.

Viktor felt her fingers trail along his side, down past his hip bone, reaching behind him. They found his tail where it connected to his lower back.

"Wait—what—"

Her fingers traced the length of his tail slowly. Deliberately. Starting from the base where flesh met demonic appendage, sliding down the thick black length, all the way to the spaded purple tip.

Viktor's entire body went rigid.

"'What are you—?'"

Helena stroked his tail like it was his cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, squeezing gently, then moving up and down in slow, measured pumps.

Her thumb pressed against the underside, finding a ridge he didn't even know existed, rubbing in small circles.

"'Urgh—!'"

Viktor's hands flew to Helena's head, gripping her hair with both fists. His cock—limp just seconds ago—swelled instantly, thickening in her throat until it was rock-hard and throbbing.

"'How are you—?!'"

He'd never felt this before. His tail had always been sensitive—he knew that. But this? This was something else entirely.

Every stroke of Helena's fingers sent jolts of pleasure straight to his cock, amplifying every sensation tenfold.

Helena's other hand reached further back, fingers finding the spaded tip of his tail. She pressed her thumb against the flat surface of the spade, rubbing in slow circles.

"'FUCK—!'"

Viktor's hips jerked forward involuntarily, shoving his cock deeper into Helena's throat. She took it without gagging, throat relaxing to accommodate him, even as her fingers continued their assault on his tail.

Behind the throne, Elara's eyes went wide.

She'd peeked out from her hiding spot—curiosity getting the better of her—and now she couldn't look away.

Viktor's cock was buried completely in Helena's throat.

Elara could see the bulge—the clear outline of his cockhead distorting Helena's neck, moving up and down slightly as she swallowed around him.

Helena's massive breasts heaved with each breath through her nose, her brown nipples tight and pointed.

But what really caught Elara's attention was Viktor's face.

He looked... overwhelmed.

His jaw was clenched, eyes squeezed shut, muscles trembling like he was barely holding himself together. And the way his hips jerked—small, involuntary thrusts—like he couldn't control his own body.

'Is she... dominating him?'

Elara's hand moved faster between her legs, fingers rubbing frantically against her clit through her pants.

Her other hand squeezed her breast harder, pinching her nipple through the bandages.

"Nnh... ahh..."

Mira noticed too.

She'd managed to crawl a few feet away, still on her hands and knees, cum leaking from her gaping asshole. But now she turned, green eyes widening as she took in the scene.

"Helena..." Mira's voice was weak, confused. "What are you doing with Husband?"

She'd never seen Viktor like this. Never seen him lose control. He was always the one in charge—the one who dominated, who took what he wanted. But now?

Now he looked like he was the one being 'taken.'

Helena's fingers kept moving. Stroking. Squeezing. Rubbing that spade-shaped tip in ways that made Viktor's entire body flinch.

"'Urgh—Helena—I'm—!'"

Viktor's balls tightened. His cock swelled even more, stretching Helena's throat impossibly wider. And then—

Spurt. Spurt. SPURT.

He came.

Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot directly into Helena's stomach, bypassing her mouth entirely. His cock throbbed violently, each pulse sending another load deep into her body.

His hands gripped her hair so tight his knuckles went white, hips grinding against her face as he emptied himself.

He felt that she put a straw directly into his balls and pulled them dry.

"'HEY—FUCK—FUCKKKK—!'"

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