Viktor slowly pulled back from the kiss, making Elara gasp as their lips separated with a wet sound.

Before she could catch her breath, both his hands moved with deliberate intent—one tangling with her left hand, the other with her right, pinning them gently but firmly on either side of her head against the cool grass.

"W-Wait..." Elara gasped, her chest heaving.

But Viktor was already moving. He began descending slowly, his lips trailing down her jawline, her neck, leaving hot kisses that made her skin prickle with goosebumps. His breath ghosted over her collarbone before he reached her chest.

Her breasts were still bound tightly by that white cloth wrap, the fabric straining against the generous flesh.

The binding created an exaggerated cleavage, her soft mounds overflowing both above and below the restrictive material. Her nipples were completely hidden, pressed flat beneath layers of cotton.

Viktor's eyes darkened with hunger. He released one of her hands, hooking his fingers under the edge of the wrap near her sternum.

"Wait—don't!" Elara's newly freed hand immediately grabbed his wrist, her amber eyes wide with panic.

Viktor looked up at her, his gaze intense and unyielding. "Let me look at them."

"I... I can't..." she whispered, trembling.

But something in his expression—that raw, masculine hunger mixed with genuine appreciation—made her resolve crumble. Her hand slowly loosened its grip. She turned her face away, unable to watch, her cheeks burning crimson.

Viktor took that as permission. He found the tucked end of the wrap and began to pull slowly, unwinding the fabric with agonizing deliberation.

Loop after loop came undone.

The pressure on her chest gradually released.

Then finally—

Pop.

Her breasts bounced free, jiggling from the sudden release. They were magnificent—full, heavy, with pale pink nipples that had turned slightly red from the constant pressure of the binding. Faint red lines marked where the fabric had dug into her soft skin for hours.

"Beautiful," Viktor breathed, his voice thick with appreciation.

Badump.

Elara's heart hammered in her chest. Those words—that simple compliment—hit her harder than any of the physical sensations. When had anyone ever called her beautiful? When had anyone looked at her body with genuine desire instead of calculation or disgust?

His hand came up, large and warm, cupping her left breast. It overflowed his palm despite his size. He kneaded slowly, feeling the weight, the softness, watching how the flesh yielded to his touch.

"Nngh..." Elara whimpered, biting her lower lip.

His fingers squeezed gently, and her breast bulged between them like dough. He massaged in slow circles, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making it stiffen into a hard peak.

"They're bigger than Kaida's," Viktor murmured, almost to himself.

Elara flinched violently at the comparison, shame flooding through her. She was being compared to his other woman. Being measured. Evaluated.

But before that shame could take root, Viktor leaned down and took her entire areola into his mouth.

"Ah!" Elara's back arched off the ground.

He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around her nipple, flicking the sensitive tip. His mouth was still wet from eating her pussy moments ago, his saliva mixing with the remnants of her own juices. The slick sensation was obscene, perverted, as he painted her milky white skin with his spit.

Schlurp... Suuuuck... Plop.

He released her nipple with a wet sound, watching it glisten in the moonlight, before moving to the other breast. He bit down gently on the soft flesh, leaving faint teeth marks.

"Mmph... Viktor..." Elara gasped, her free hand clutching at his hair.

The cold night air kissed her wet skin, making her nipples tighten even further. She lay there on the grass, being devoured, claimed, marked by this man who had somehow shattered every wall she'd built around herself.

Then Viktor's fingers—still slick from her earlier orgasm—moved to her mouth.

"Mmph?!" Elara's eyes flew open as two fingers pushed past her lips.

"Suck them," Viktor commanded, his voice muffled against her breast as he continued feasting on her nipple.

Elara stared at him in shock, tears gathering in her eyes from the overwhelming sensations. She watched as he sucked her nipple greedily—those breasts she'd bound so tightly for years, hidden away, finally free and being worshipped.

Slowly, hesitantly, she closed her lips around his fingers. Her tongue swirled around them tentatively at first, tasting herself on his skin—that strange, musky sweetness.

Slurp... Lick...

"Just don't hate me," Viktor murmured, biting her nipple gently in approval.

While her mouth was occupied, his other hand began sliding down her body. Over her trembling stomach, past her navel, heading toward the junction of her thighs.

Elara's entire body went rigid. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but his broader frame between them prevented it.

His fingers reached her pussy—still sensitive, still dripping wet from her first orgasm. He traced her swollen lips slowly, coating his fingers in her essence.

Schlick...

"Did you clean yourself?" Viktor asked suddenly, pulling his mouth from her breast. "After arriving here?"

Elara's eyes widened in mortification. She wanted to deny it, to lie, but she couldn't. She had cleaned herself down there. Carefully. Thoroughly. After seeing the strange bottles Mira had used, she'd tried them herself, hoping...

She nodded weakly, unable to speak with his fingers still in her mouth.

Viktor chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her. "Prepared yourself for me without even realizing it."

His finger slowly entered her—just one at first, sliding into her freshly deflowered pussy. It went in easily given how wet she was, but Elara still flinched from the intrusion.

Squelch.

"Mmnnph!" Her muffled cry vibrated around his fingers inside her mouth.

He began moving, curling his finger inside her, rubbing against her inner walls. Her pussy clenched around the intrusion, still adjusting to the concept of being penetrated.

Elara's thighs trembled, trying desperately to close, to stop this overwhelming invasion. But Viktor's leg hooked under her knee, keeping her spread wide open and completely vulnerable.

Then he added a second finger.

Squelch... Slip.

"Nnngghh!" Elara's eyes rolled back, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth around his fingers.

He began to finger-fuck her properly now—thrusting in and out with steady rhythm. His palm ground against her clit with each stroke, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her oversensitive body.

Schlick... Schlick... Schlick...

"Mmph! Hnnngh~! Ouuughh!!" Her muffled moans matched his thrusts.

Viktor's mouth returned to her breast, sucking hard enough to leave marks while his hand between her legs moved faster, rougher. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers, trying to adjust, trying to accommodate.

Schlop... Schlop... (Sucking noises)

Plap... Plap... Plap... (Fingering impact)

Elara's mind was melting. She'd never felt anything like this—this strange combination of pain and pleasure, shame and desire. Her body was betraying her, responding to every touch, every thrust.

'It's too deep... he's... scraping my insides...!'

Then she felt something else. Something new.

Her eyes flew open wide in shock. His tail—that demonic appendage—wrapped around her other leg, pulling it even further apart.

She was completely spread now. Utterly exposed. Defenseless.

Viktor's fingers thrust deeper, hitting spots inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. His mouth continued its assault on her breasts, alternating between them, leaving them both slick with saliva and covered in red marks.

SCHLICK! SCHLICK! SCHLICK!

"Mmnngh! Iiiiihh!! Haaah... Mmmph!!" Her muffled cries grew more desperate.

Her back began arching again, that familiar pressure building low in her belly. It was happening again—that overwhelming sensation that had made her explode before.

Viktor felt her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers. He increased his pace, driving her toward the edge with ruthless efficiency.

"That's it," he growled against her skin. "Come for me again."

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