It wasn't just physical agony tearing through her body.

It was a biological override—a grounding shock that screamed through every nerve ending, shattering the delicate psychic hold the Entity had maintained on her consciousness.

The pink heart shapes in her eyes literally shattered like glass.

Elara's true amber eyes snapped back into focus, wide with confusion, terror, and overwhelming pain.

"IIANNGHHH~~~!!!"

Her scream tore through the night—raw, broken, a sound of pure shock and agony as her consciousness came crashing back into her own body, only to find herself bent over with Viktor's massive cock buried inside her, her virginity torn away, blood trickling down her thighs.

Elara's entire body went rigid. The scream died in her throat, choked off by shock and pain so overwhelming her brain couldn't process it.

Tears burst from her amber eyes immediately—hot, desperate streams that ran down her flushed cheeks and dripped onto the grass below.

"Ah—ahh—it hurts—" she whimpered, her voice small and broken. "It hurts—please—"

She tried to pull forward, tried to escape the intrusion, but her legs were shaking too badly. Her hands released her ankles, scrambling for purchase on the ground.

Viktor felt it instantly—the change. The shift from predatory confidence to genuine terror and pain.

The way her inner walls clenched around him wasn't pleasure. It was panic. Her breathing wasn't aroused gasps but hyperventilating sobs.

This wasn't the succubus anymore.

This was Elara.

"Fuck," Viktor muttered, his eyes widening in realization.

He pulled out immediately—not slowly, but quickly, efficiently. His cock slid free with a wet sound, leaving her empty and gaping. A trickle of blood mixed with fluids ran down her inner thigh.

Elara collapsed forward onto her hands and knees, sobbing openly now. Her entire body trembled. Her arms gave out and she fell onto her side in the grass, curling into herself, hands moving to cover between her legs.

"Hey—Elara—" Viktor moved quickly, dropping to his knees beside her. He grabbed his discarded shirt, using it to cover her lower half hastily. "Are you alright?"

It was a stupid question. Obviously she wasn't alright.

But Elara didn't answer anyway. She just cried harder, curling tighter into a ball, her shoulders shaking violently.

Viktor reached for her carefully, his hands gentler now than they'd been moments before. He pulled her up into his arms, cradling her against his bare chest.

She fought him at first—weak, ineffective pushes against his shoulders—but he held firm, wrapping his arms around her trembling frame.

"I've got you," he said quietly. "You're safe now. It's gone."

That made it worse.

Elara's hands clenched into fists against his chest and she broke completely. The sobs turned into wails—raw, ugly crying that came from somewhere deep in her chest.

"WHY ME?!" she screamed into his shoulder, her voice cracking. "WHY DOES EVERYTHING ALWAYS GO WRONG WITH ME?!"

She beat her fists weakly against his chest, no real strength behind the blows.

"I just—I just wanted to—to live quietly! To run my business! To be safe!" Her words were barely intelligible through the crying. "But no! First the—the Tower appears! Then you—you drag me here! Then some—some demon takes over my body and—and—"

She couldn't finish. She dissolved into incoherent sobbing again.

Viktor held her, saying nothing. What could he say? She was right. Her life had been upended completely, and he was directly responsible for most of it.

"And you—" Elara pulled back just enough to look at him, her amber eyes red and swollen, mascara running down her face in dark streaks. "You TOUCHED me! You—you promised! You said you wouldn't force me! You promised!"

Her voice broke on the last word, fresh tears spilling over.

Viktor's jaw tightened. "I didn't—"

"YOU DID!" Elara's hand came up and slapped him across the face. Not hard—she didn't have the strength—but the intent was there. "You—you took my—my virginity! You—"

She couldn't say it. Couldn't even name what had just happened. The humiliation, the violation of having her body used while she wasn't even conscious, and then the brutal awakening—

"It wasn't you," Viktor said firmly, catching her wrists gently before she could hit him again. "Elara, listen to me. That wasn't you. You were possessed. A succubus had taken control of your body."

"I don't care!" she screamed. "It was still MY body! MY body that—that did those things! That—" Her face flushed crimson with shame. "That got on its knees and—and—"

She broke off, gagging slightly at the memory. She could still taste him in her mouth. Could still feel the phantom stretch in her jaw, the—

She turned her head and dry-heaved, her empty stomach clenching.

Viktor's hand came up to support her head, keeping her hair back. "Breathe," he instructed. "Just breathe."

"I can't," Elara gasped. "I can't—everything hurts—I feel—I feel dirty—"

"You're not dirty," Viktor said firmly. "You were attacked. Violated by an entity. None of what just happened was your choice."

"But it was my BODY!" Elara's voice rose to a shriek again. "My hands! My mouth! My—" She couldn't say it. Couldn't acknowledge what he'd done to her at the end.

The pain between her legs was impossible to ignore. A burning, tearing sensation that radiated up through her core. She was bleeding—she could feel it, warm and wet.

"Why didn't you stop sooner?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "If you knew—if you knew it wasn't me—why did you—why did you let it go so far?"

Viktor's expression hardened. 'Sigh, she will not hear anything... and her pain.'

Viktor's jaw clenched as he watched her spiral deeper into hysteria. Her screams were tearing through the night, raw and broken. Logic wouldn't reach her now—not when trauma had its claws this deep.

He needed to reset her. Shock her system completely.

Viktor moved with predatory speed.

His hand shot to the back of her head, fingers tangling roughly in her disheveled hair. He yanked her forward, cutting off her next scream mid-breath.

And kissed her.

Hard. Unforgiving. Possessive.

"Mmph—?!"

Elara's amber eyes flew open, shock replacing anguish. Her hands immediately flew to his chest, pushing desperately, clawing at his shoulders. Her body writhed beneath him, fresh panic flaring like wildfire.

But Viktor was an immovable mountain.

He kissed her with bruising intensity, his tongue forcing past her trembling lips, invading her mouth without permission. He tasted salt—her tears mixed with the lingering flavor of his own pre-cum from when she'd sucked him. The combination was messy, aggressive, utterly dominating.

He pushed her backward as she struggled.

THUD.

Elara's back hit the ground hard, grass pressing against her bare skin. Viktor's weight pinned her completely, his muscular frame caging her in from all sides.

"Nngh—! Mmph—!"

She fought him. Her weak fists beat against his shoulders, her legs kicked uselessly. She tried to bite down on his tongue, tried to turn her head away, but his grip on her hair held her perfectly in place.

Viktor deepened the kiss, stealing every breath, overwhelming every sense. He kissed her like he was claiming territory, marking what belonged to him. His free hand slid down her side possessively, feeling her body shudder beneath his touch.

Elara's struggles began to weaken. Her pushing hands stopped trying to shove him away and instead started clutching at his arms, gripping desperately like she was drowning and he was the only thing keeping her afloat.

Her eyes—those beautiful amber eyes—began to roll back slightly. The sheer overwhelming intensity of his dominance was short-circuiting her brain, shutting down the panic, replacing it with something far more dangerous.

Submission.

Finally, Viktor pulled back. A thick string of saliva connected their swollen lips, glistening like spider silk in the moonlight.

Elara gasped desperately for air, her chest heaving violently. Her face was flushed deep red, lips puffy and glistening. Tears still streaked her cheeks, but the hysterical sobbing had stopped completely.

She stared up at him, bewildered and dazed. "Y-You... why would you..."

Viktor glared down at her with those dark, dangerous eyes—pools of authority that promised swift consequences for disobedience.

"Shut up, woman."

His voice cut through the night air like a blade—low, firm, vibrating with absolute command. It wasn't a suggestion. It wasn't even a request.

It was law.

Elara's entire body went rigid.

She felt it wash over her like a tidal wave—that terrifying, magnetic pressure that surrounded him. That authority she'd felt briefly before but now experienced in full force.

It pressed her into the dirt, silenced her protests before they could form, made her very soul tremble.

'M-my body... it's same as first floor—!?"

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