Two and Half Hours Later

The moon hung high in the artificial night sky, its pale light streaming through the stable windows. The air was thick with the smell of sex—sweat, cum, and female arousal mixing into an intoxicating cocktail.

And in the center of the stable, on the grass bed now completely soaked and destroyed, Bella was riding.

She sat in reverse cowgirl, her back to Viktor, his cock buried in her ass. Her legs were spread wide, thighs trembling as they flexed and relaxed with each movement.

SLAP!

She raised her hips, lifting herself until only the cockhead remained inside, then slammed back down.

PHACK!

Her ass cheeks PHACKped against Viktor's hips, the sound echoing through the empty stable.

"Ahhn~! So—deep—every time—ahh!"

Her hands braced on Viktor's knees behind her, using them for leverage as she bounced. Up and down. Up and down. Her entire body moved like a piston.

SLAP-PHACK-SLAP-PHACK!

Her small breasts bounced wildly with each impact. And from her tight, tiny nipples—streams of milk shot out.

Not drops. Not drips. Streams.

Each time she slammed down, each time Viktor's cock drove deep into her ass, her nipples released pressurized sprays of white milk that arced through the air.

Pssshhh!

The milk flew in perfect arcs, landing directly on Viktor's face and open mouth.

He didn't even have to try. He just laid there, mouth open, drinking the milk that Bella's bouncing body provided.

"Haaah..." Viktor groaned, the sweet taste flooding his tongue. "You're like a fucking fountain..."

"I—I can't—stop it—ahh! Every time you—hngh—go deep—it comes out—!"

SLAP-PHACK!

Psshhh!

More milk sprayed. Viktor's face was covered, white rivers running down his cheeks, but he kept his mouth open, swallowing what he could.

Bella's thighs were rock-hard, muscles clearly defined as they flexed. She looked like she was doing squats at the gym—the ultimate workout. Her legs burned, her ass burned, but she couldn't stop.

Wouldn't stop.

'Why... why does it feel so good...' she thought desperately, even as her body moved on autopilot. 'Why am I... why am I doing this myself...'

Because Viktor wasn't holding her anymore. Wasn't forcing her.

She was doing this. Riding him. Chasing her own pleasure.

"Young—Lord—I'm—I'm addicted—" she gasped, the admission torn from her lips. "I'm—becoming—addicted—to your cock—in that place!"

Viktor's hands moved to her hips, gripping tight. "Then let's feed that addiction."

He thrust upward as she slammed down.

PHACK!

The combined force made Bella scream. Her asshole clenched desperately, her pussy gushed clear fluid, and her nipples sprayed milk in twin fountains.

"AHHHHHHH~♡!"

She came. Hard. Her entire body convulsing.

"AHHHHHHH~♡!"

The orgasm tore through her like lightning. Her asshole clamped down on Viktor's cock with desperate strength, her pussy gushed clear fluid that pooled beneath them, and her nipples continued spraying milk in wild arcs.

But this time, her body couldn't take any more.

Bella's arms gave out. Her legs stopped moving. The muscles that had been flexing and working for hours finally surrendered.

THUD.

She collapsed forward, her small body falling flat against Viktor's chest. Her silver hair splayed across his skin, damp with sweat. Her face pressed into the crook of his neck, her hot breath ghosting over his collarbone.

"Hah... hah... hah..."

Her breathing was ragged, desperate. Her entire body trembled with exhaustion and lingering pleasure.

Viktor's cock was still buried in her ass, but neither of them moved. They just lay there, connected, as Bella tried to remember how to breathe.

Viktor's arms came up, wrapping around her back. One hand stroked her spine slowly, gently, while the other cradled the back of her head.

He pressed a kiss to her silver hair. Then another. Soft, tender kisses that contrasted sharply with the brutal fucking from moments before.

"Are you alright?" His voice was soft, concerned.

Bella nodded weakly against his chest, too exhausted to lift her head. "Y-Yes, Young Lord..." Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. "It's just... my body feels like it's burning..."

Every nerve ending was on fire. Her ass throbbed around his cock. Her pussy ached. Her throat was raw. Her nipples were so sensitive that even the air touching them made her shiver.

"I see," Viktor murmured, his hand continuing its soothing path up and down her back. He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and into hers. "I must say though... you've got more stamina than Kaida."

Bella's cat ears twitched. Her head lifted slightly, yellow eyes blinking in confusion.

"R-Really?"

"Indeed," Viktor confirmed, a proud smile on his lips. "She passed out after her ass training. You lasted through that, then your pussy, then your mouth, and then you rode me for what... thirty minutes?"

Bella's face flushed red. Not from exertion this time, but from embarrassment mixed with... pride?

'I... I lasted longer than Miss Kaida?'

Her eyes focused on Viktor's face. It was covered in her milk—white streaks across his cheeks, his forehead, dripping down his chin. His lips were wet with it. He looked... messy. Claimed. Marked by her.

"What happened?" Viktor asked, noticing her stare.

Bella shook her head meekly, the gesture so innocent it was almost comical given what they'd just done. "N-Nothing, Young Lord..."

Slowly, wincing at the sensation, Bella began to lift her hips.

SQUELCH.

Inch by inch, Viktor's cock slid out of her ass. The sensation was overwhelming—like being emptied out, hollowed. Her asshole dragged along his shaft, clinging desperately as if trying to keep him inside.

POP.

The head finally slipped free, and Bella gasped. Cum immediately began leaking out, running down her thighs, but she didn't care.

She raised herself up on shaky arms, straddling Viktor's waist but no longer impaled. Her hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks. Her thumbs brushed over his milk-covered skin.

"I..." Bella hesitated, her yellow eyes searching his dark ones. "I also want to give birth."

Viktor blinked, surprised by the sudden declaration.

"Is it... is it really necessary to wait until after Lady Mira has hers?"

Her voice was small, vulnerable. The fierce woman who'd been riding his cock moments ago had been replaced by someone softer. More honest.

Viktor opened his mouth to respond, but Bella leaned down.

Her pink tongue darted out, licking his cheek. The taste of her own milk flooded her mouth—sweet, warm, familiar.

Lick.

She moved to his other cheek, cleaning the milk away with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.

Lick. Lick.

Viktor's hands remained on her back, rubbing gently. He let her work, feeling his cock begin to stir again despite having cum multiple times already.

'She's going to get me hard again if she keeps this up...'

"Do you really want to get pregnant?" Viktor asked, his voice low.

Bella nodded, her tongue still working across his face, tracing the line of his jaw. "Yes..." She moved to his forehead, licking away a thick streak of milk. "I want... I want to carry your child, Young Lord..."

Viktor's hand slid up her back, fingers threading through her silver hair. He gently pulled her head back, making her look at him.

"Then..." He paused, a slow smirk spreading across his now-clean face. "How about you help me with something first?"

Bella tilted her head, confused. "Help you?"

"Replace yourself," Viktor said simply. "Make me fuck Elara in place of you while you're pregnant. I'll need someone when you're swollen with my child."

Bella's entire body flinched.

Her eyes widened. Her hands, still cupping his face, trembled slightly.

'Elara... but doesn't young lord promised to not touch her...'

Bella closed her eyes, processing. She thought about Elara's frightened amber eyes. Thought about how the woman had frozen when she'd seen the Tower. Thought about how vulnerable she'd looked.

'Am I... am I really going to lead her to this?'

But then Bella thought about what Viktor had done for her. He'd freed her from slavery. Fed her. Protected her. Trained her body to be stronger. Given her pleasure she'd never imagined existed.

And now he was offering her the chance to bear his child. To become truly part of his family, like Helena and Mira.

All she had to do was... share him. With one more woman.

'Yeah, Its Elara who is lucky to have him...'

Bella's tongue returned to Viktor's face, this time moving toward his ear. She licked the outer curve, then whispered directly into it, her hot breath making him shiver.

"You promise?" Her voice was barely audible. "You promise to let me get pregnant if I lure Elara to you?"

Viktor chuckled. The sound was dark, amused, and somehow fond.

Truth was, he'd already planned to make Elara his. Whether Bella helped or not, that woman would end up in his bed eventually. He could already see it.

But watching Bella negotiate for her own pregnancy? Watching her take initiative?

It was adorable. Endearing. And it made him want to reward her even more.

"Yeah," Viktor said, his hand moving from her hair to her chin, tilting her face so their eyes met again. "I promise. You help me get Elara, and the moment you succeed, I'll pump you so full of my seed that pregnancy is guaranteed if you allow it."

Bella's yellow cat eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of deception.

She found none.

Viktor's dark eyes held only honesty and desire. He meant it. Every word.

Bella's lips curved into a small, shy smile. Then she leaned down and kissed him—soft, sweet, nothing like the brutal fucking from before.

When she pulled back, her smile had turned slightly mischievous.

"Then I'll bring her to you, Young Lord," Bella whispered. "I'll make sure that woman comes to your bed willingly."

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