His palm ground hard against her clit while his fingers pumped in and out, slick sounds filling the air along with her muffled whimpers.

PLAP! PLAP! SPLOSH!

"MMNNNGGHHHH!"

Elara's entire body went rigid, every muscle locking as her second orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers like a vice.

SQUIRT.

She came hard, clear fluid gushing out around his fingers, soaking his hand, spraying onto the grass beneath her. Her body convulsed violently, back arching so high only her shoulders and heels touched ground.

Wave after wave of pleasure-pain tore through her, each one making her squirt more, until finally she collapsed completely flat, her body going limp.

Viktor slowly withdrew his fingers, watching her pussy twitch and leak. He pulled his other hand from her mouth, letting her gasp desperately for air.

Schlooop...

"Hah... hah... hah..." Elara panted, eyes unfocused and glassy. Her mind felt foggy, distant. Two orgasms in less than an hour—her body wasn't used to this level of stimulation.

Viktor slowly stood, looking down at her thoroughly ravaged form. She was a mess—skin flushed, breasts marked and wet with his saliva, pussy leaking fluids, eyes barely focusing.

Perfect.

He bent down and scooped her up effortlessly into a princess carry.

"Ah!" Elara flinched as she was lifted, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself. Her face pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"Let's continue this in the bedroom," Viktor said calmly, as if he hadn't just made her come twice.

"D-Don't..." Elara tried to protest, but her voice was weak, exhausted.

She couldn't complete the sentence before Viktor leaned down and bit her lower lip sharply, shutting her up.

"Mmph!"

Elara's eyes slowly closed, her body going limp in surrender. She was too exhausted to fight. Too overwhelmed to resist. Her resistance crumbled like sand.

Viktor's hand under her thighs tightened possessively, feeling how her body molded against his. She wasn't fighting anymore. She wanted this—even if she wouldn't admit it yet.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a stark contrast to the roughness moments before.

"Don't stop me tonight," he murmured against her skin. "I promise not to do anything tomorrow without your permission."

Elara's eyes remained closed, but she mumbled softly, barely audible. "I don't trust you... or your promises..."

Viktor carried Elara through the quiet manor, his footsteps deliberate and confident. Her bedroom was conveniently located near the main entrance—he wouldn't need to venture deeper into the building and risk disturbing Kaida or Mira.

As they approached the door, Elara suddenly trembled violently in his arms, reality crashing back into her exhausted mind.

"W-Wait!" she gasped, her voice panicked. "Let's not do this! Anyone could see us! If Kaida wakes up—if Mira hears—"

Viktor kicked the door open without breaking stride.

"Viktor, please, we can't—"

He didn't let her finish. With a swift motion, he threw her onto the bed.

"Kyaah!" Elara bounced on the mattress, her naked body jiggling from the impact. She immediately squirmed, trying to cover her exposed breasts and pussy. "What are you doing?!"

Viktor stood at the foot of the bed, his imposing silhouette backlit by moonlight streaming through the window. His cock hung heavily between his muscular thighs—still rock-hard, still glistening with her saliva and juices.

He began climbing onto the bed, his knees sinking into the soft mattress with predatory grace.

Elara tried to prop herself up on her elbows, backing away instinctively. "Viktor, wait, I—"

But he was already crawling over her, his powerful frame caging her in. His cock swayed with each movement, the thick shaft casting shadows across her trembling body.

"I still haven't finished," Viktor stated simply, positioning himself above her chest. His voice was calm but carried an edge of frustration—like a man denied satisfaction.

Elara's eyes widened as she stared at his cock hovering above her face. She'd felt it earlier—both in her mouth when the succubus controlled her and buried inside her virgin pussy. But seeing it now with full consciousness, seeing the sheer thickness and length...

It was monstrous.

Viktor grabbed his shaft, angling it downward. Then he placed it directly between her breasts, the hot flesh pressing against her cool skin.

"Ah!" Elara gasped at the contact, feeling the weight and heat of him.

"Press your breasts together," Viktor ordered, his dark eyes boring into hers. "Tightly."

Elara's face flushed crimson. "I... I don't—"

"Don't you have plenty of practice?" Viktor's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "All those years tying them up so carefully. Use those hands the same way now."

"N-No, it's not—" Elara stammered, humiliation flooding through her.

But her hands were already moving, almost against her will. They came up to press against the outer curves of her soft mounds, squeezing them together around his thick cock.

It looked obscene—his shaft nestled between her pale breasts like a hotdog between two freshly baked buns. His teeth marks from earlier were still visible on her skin, red and possessive.

Viktor groaned low in his throat, savoring the sensation. Her breasts were incredibly soft, warm, and the pressure was perfect. He began moving his hips slowly, grinding his cock through her cleavage.

His thumb came up to press against her lips.

"Open," he commanded softly.

Elara's mouth parted obediently, and his thumb slid inside. She closed her lips around it instinctively, her tongue swirling around the digit as she sucked.

"Good girl," Viktor murmured, his hips picking up pace.

He stared down at her, drinking in the sight. Elara's amber eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, lips wrapped around his thumb while her hands squeezed her own breasts around his thrusting cock. She looked thoroughly debauched.

"Look at me," Viktor said when her eyes started to drift closed.

Her amber gaze snapped to his dark one. The eye contact was electric—intimate in a way that transcended the physical act. Something passed between them in that moment, some unspoken understanding.

Viktor's cock slid faster through her cleavage, pre-cum leaking from the tip and adding slick lubrication. The wet sounds mixed with Elara's muffled whimpers around his thumb.

"Mmph... mmnn... hhnn..."

Her pussy clenched involuntarily between her thighs, responding to his obvious pleasure. She could feel how much he was enjoying this—using her body, marking her, claiming her.

Then suddenly, Viktor pulled back. His cock slipped free from between her breasts, rising up to bob in front of her face.

Before Elara could process the change, he shifted forward. His thighs bracketed her shoulders, and his cockhead pressed against her lips.

"Wait—mmph!"

He pushed forward, stretching her mouth wide around his girth.

"Nnnggh!" Elara's hands flew up instinctively, grabbing his hips for support as her toes curled against the bedsheets.

Viktor reached down and adjusted the pillow beneath her head, tilting her neck back at an angle that aligned her mouth and throat. Then he began pushing deeper.

One inch. Two. Three. Four.

"Glkk... ghlkk..." Elara's throat worked around the invasion, her eyes immediately watering.

She could taste everything on him—the saltiness of his pre-cum, the metallic tang of her own virgin blood, the musky sweetness of her pussy juices.

The combination was perverse, wrong, yet it made her core clench with dark arousal.

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