Two hours.

Bella had been hiding in this stable for two whole hours.

The structure was massive—part of the huge palace complex that had materialized at the back of the Tower's grounds. It was meant for horses, with wooden stalls lining both sides, hay scattered across the floor, and the faint smell of timber still fresh in the air.

But there were no horses. Not yet.

Just Bella. Naked. Terrified. Hiding.

She'd found the furthest stall in the corner, squeezing herself into the shadows behind the closed wooden door. Her silver hair was a mess, sticking to her sweaty skin. Her yellow cat eyes darted nervously, scanning every shadow, listening for any sound.

Her tail wrapped protectively around her waist, the fluffy appendage covering her ass crack like a shield. Her legs trembled. Her heart hammered so hard she could hear it in her ears.

'He's going to find me,' she thought desperately. 'He's going to find me and then he's going to—'

She shook her head violently, trying to banish the image of Kaida's gaping, wrecked asshole from her mind.

Then, suddenly—

'R-run... he is... comin...'

The voice echoed in Bella's head. Weak. Broken. Kaida's voice through the telepathic link.

Bella's eyes widened. "Wait—is she alright?!"

But there was no response. The connection went silent. Dead.

'Oh no... oh no no no—she passed out—he broke her—'

"Meow."

Bella froze.

That sound. Soft. Innocent. A cat's meow.

But wrong. Too deep. Too... knowing.

Bella's ears perked up, swiveling toward the sound. Slowly, carefully, she shifted her position. Her hips raised, ass arching up as she bent forward, pressing her eye to a small gap in the wooden stable door.

She peeked through.

There, walking across the stable floor in a beam of moonlight filtering through the high windows, was a black cat.

Sleek. Beautiful. Its fur seemed to absorb light, making it look like a living shadow. Its tail swished lazily behind it, and its eyes...

They glowed. Amethyst purple. Unnatural.

Bella blinked. 'A cat? Just... a cat?'

The cat paused in the middle of the floor, its head turning left, then right, as if searching.

Bella held her breath, not daring to move.

Then—

The cat vanished.

Not walked away. Not ran. Just... disappeared. One moment it was there, the next—gone.

"Where did it go?!" Bella whispered, her voice tight with confusion and fear.

She pressed closer to the gap, trying to see where—

GRAB.

A large, warm hand clamped down on her left ass cheek, groping hard.

"KYAAA—!"

Bella's scream choked off as shock flooded her system. Her entire body went rigid. Her eyes shot wide open, pupils contracting to pinpricks.

She tried to turn, tried to see who—

THUD.

Another hand pressed flat against her back, pinning her in place. The weight was absolute. Immovable.

"If you move," Viktor's voice purred from directly behind her, low and dangerous and dripping with dark promise, "I will fuck you without mercy."

Bella trembled. Her whole body shook like a leaf in a storm. She was bent over, ass raised, hands gripping the wooden stable door for support. Completely vulnerable. Completely exposed.

Viktor's hand on her ass squeezed again, fingers digging into the soft, milky-white flesh. His thumb traced the curve where cheek met thigh.

"You ran," he said, amusement coloring his tone. "That was very bad, Bella."

"Y-Young Lord—I—I didn't mean—"

"Shh." His hand slid from her ass to her tail.

He grabbed it. Wrapped his fist around the base like a handle.

"Ah—!" Bella gasped, her back arching involuntarily. Her tail was sensitive—incredibly so. Having it grabbed like that sent electric shocks straight to her core.

Viktor pulled.

Not hard enough to hurt. But firm. Deliberate.

He lifted her tail upward, forcing it to drag along her body.

The soft, furry appendage slid across her pussy lips, grinding against her most sensitive flesh.

Shlick.

"NNGH—!" Bella's legs nearly gave out. The sensation was overwhelming. Her own tail, her own fur, rubbing against her clit, her entrance. It was like being touched by a phantom lover.

Viktor kept pulling, kept dragging her tail up, making it grind and slide.

Bella's pussy was already getting wet—she could feel it. Feel how her lips were slickening, making the fur stick slightly. Feel how her entrance was clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill it.

"W-Wait—please—my tail—it's—ahh!"

Viktor pulled it higher, lifting it completely out of the way. Her asshole and pussy were now fully exposed, no protection left.

Bella's silver pubic hair was visible—a small, neat patch above her pink, glistening pussy. The hair was damp with arousal and the friction from her tail.

Viktor's free hand left her back, moving to her hair instead.

He grabbed a fistful of silver strands and pulled.

"Ahh—!" Bella's head jerked back, her spine arching even more. Her neck strained as Viktor forced her to look up and back.

Her yellow cat eyes met his dark ones. From this angle—her back arched like a bow, head pulled back, body bent over—she looked like a work of art. A sculpture of submission.

Her small breasts thrust forward, the tiny mounds barely a handful. But her nipples—god, her nipples were like little horns, poking out hard and desperate. Pink tips standing at attention, begging to be touched.

Viktor's hand released her tail, sliding around her body. His fingers found her left nipple, pinching it between thumb and forefinger.

"Nngh—!"

He squeezed.

A single drop of milk beaded at the tip.

Drip.

It fell, landing on the hay-covered floor.

"Where were you trying to run, Miss Cat?" Viktor asked, his voice a dangerous purr.

Bella trembled, her eyes filling with tears. "Y-Young Lord... p-please... that hole—it's too small—for that thing—"

She was referring to his cock. To what she'd seen him do to Kaida. The brutal pounding. The gaping hole. The destruction.

"I'll die!" Bella whimpered. "I'm not... I'm not as strong as Miss Kaida—"

Viktor leaned forward.

His mouth opened.

And he took half of her left breast directly into his mouth.

Slurp.

"AHHHH—!" Bella's cry echoed through the empty stable.

Viktor's mouth was hot. Wet. His tongue immediately found her nipple, circling it, flicking it, before his lips sealed around it and he sucked.

Hard.

Milk flooded his mouth. Sweet. Warm. Slightly thicker than Kaida's, with a hint of honey.

"Mmm..." Viktor groaned around her breast, the vibration traveling straight through her nipple to her core.

His tongue didn't stop. It swirled and pressed and teased, coaxing more milk out while he drank greedily.

Bella's eyes rolled back. Her legs went limp, but Viktor's grip on her hair kept her upright, kept her arched.

"P-Please—I can't—ahh! Ahhn~♡!"

Viktor's free hand slid down her arched stomach, over her navel, through her damp silver pubic hair, and directly to her pussy.

His middle finger slid between her lips without resistance.

Squelch.

"Nngh—!" Bella gasped, her inner walls clenching around the invading digit.

Viktor pushed deeper, his finger sinking knuckle-deep into her tight heat. She was soaked—absolutely drenched. Her pussy welcomed him eagerly, muscles rippling around his finger.

He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in.

Squelch. Squelch.

His palm ground against her clit with each thrust.

At the same time, his mouth continued its assault on her breast. Sucking. Drinking. His teeth grazed her nipple occasionally, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her.

And his other hand—still gripping her hair—pulled tighter, arching her back even more.

"Ahh! Ahh! Y-Young—Lord—I'm—Mmph!"

Viktor added a second finger.

SQUELCH.

The stretch made Bella's toes curl. Her pussy clenched desperately, trying to adjust to the intrusion.

Viktor's fingers moved faster. Pumping. Curling slightly to press against that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch—

"Nnghh~♡! Ahhhn~! I'm—I'm gonna—"

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