She lay there still—face-down, ass up, a river of cooling cum leaking steadily from her gaping, hairy pussy.

Her breathing was a ragged mess, her entire body trembling with the aftershocks of being utterly wrecked.

The flesh of her inner thighs was slick and sticky, and her cunt pulsed with a raw, burning ache. It had been destroyed, pounded into submission, and now it just throbbed.

Perfect.

Viktor stood, his heavy cock bobbing with each step as he crossed back to the sofa.

Helena stirred at the sound, her head turning. Her eyes were glazed, lost in a fucked-stupid oblivion. "Young... master..." Her voice was a dry, broken whisper.

Viktor didn't answer immediately. He knelt behind her, and his hands found her trembling body.

One palm pressed flat against her lower back, feeling the violent shivers that rolled through her.

"Still shaking," he murmured, his thumb drawing slow circles on her spine. "My Helena can't stop trembling for me."

His other hand slid down between her legs.

Two fingers dipped into her gaping, hairy cunt, gathering the thick mixture of their combined fluids.

Helena gasped as he stirred the mess inside her raw flesh, then slowly dragged his soaked fingers upward, spreading the slick warmth across her inner thighs in soothing strokes.

"Breathe," he said quietly, his lips finding the small of her back. He kissed her there, soft and deliberate. "Just breathe for me."

Helena's sobs hitched, her fingers digging into the cushions.

The gentle touch was disarming after the brutal pounding she'd endured. Her body didn't know whether to relax or tense.

Viktor's hands moved to her ass, both thumbs pressing into the soft, pale flesh of her cheeks, prying them apart.

Helena gasped, her body going rigid as cool air hit her most private places.

There it was.

Her asshole—a tight, puckered brown star nestled between those massive cheeks. The ring of muscle clenched reflexively as he stared, the surrounding skin slightly darker and dusted with fine, almost invisible hairs.

Below it, her pussy gaped obscenely. Swollen, hairy lips were stretched wide, still leaking thick ropes of his seed mixed with her slick cream.

The contrast was stark—the violated, ruined cunt and the tight, virgin asshole just above it.

A bead of precum welled at the tip of Viktor's pulsing cock. He leaned closer, his breath hot against her skin. "Um... Helena, Ahem, so like, can we try something new today?"

Helena's entire body went rigid. Her head whipped around, eyes suddenly wide and sharp with alarm. "W-what?!"

"My cock needs somewhere warm to rest, Helena," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. "Let me bury it in your ass."

His thumbs pressed deeper, spreading her wider. The ring of her asshole stretched, the brown flesh going taut.

"Young master, no!" Helena's hands scrambled weakly against the sofa cushions. "Not there! Th-that's not for... for that!" Her voice was a high, panicked squeak.

Viktor leaned down, gathering saliva in his mouth.

Ptuh!

The thick glob landed directly on her asshole, coating the puckered ring in glistening wetness.

The sensation was so degrading, so shocking, she could only let out a strangled shriek. "YOUNG MASTER!"

From the doorway, Mira's own ass cheeks clenched so hard she felt a cramp.

Her green eyes were saucers, reflecting the scene. 'He's going to—oh god, he's really going to do it.'

But Viktor's next move was calculated. He plunged two fingers deep into Helena's gaping, hairy cunt, scooping up the thick, creamy pool of their mixed juices.

Helena whimpered as his fingers stirred inside her raw flesh, the sensitive walls clenching weakly. "Please... young master... I'm so sore..."

"I know you are," he whispered, bringing his soaked fingers to her asshole.

He pressed the cum-slick digits against the puckered ring, smearing the hot, sticky fluid all around the tight entrance in slow, deliberate circles. "That's why I'm taking care of you. Getting you ready."

The brown flesh glistened under his ministrations. Then, he pushed.

"Hnnngh!" Helena's back arched violently, her entire body going taut like a bowstring.

The tip of his finger pressed against a wall of muscle that had never been breached. It was a sharp, focused pain, completely alien.

Viktor immediately leaned over her, his free hand sliding beneath her to cup one of her heavy, swaying tits.

His fingers found her nipple, rolling and pinching it gently. "Look at you," he breathed into her ear. "Taking my finger so well. You're doing so good for me, Helena."

The tight ring resisted, then slowly, painfully, began to yield.

The texture inside was nothing like her pussy; it was hotter, tighter, gripping his invading finger like a tiny, desperate fist.

As Viktor worked his finger deeper, feeling the inner walls clench and ripple around him, his lips found her shoulder blade.

He kissed her there, then her spine, then the nape of her neck—a trail of soft, possessive marks. "So gorgeous," he murmured against her skin, his breath hot. "You look beautiful as always."

Her body was a warzone of sensation.

The sharp, tearing pain in her ass, the confusing pleasure from his hand on her breast, the possessive words that made her whole being shudder.

Her face burned crimson with shame, and quiet, helpless sobs shook her frame. "It... it hurts..."

"I know. I know." His finger withdrew slightly, then pushed back in, slower this time.

His other hand left her breast and slid down between her legs again.

Two fingers found her clit, rubbing gentle circles through the mess of cum and cream. "But can we try it once, Please?"

The dual stimulation made her mind fracture. Her nipples, crushed against the cushion, pebbled into hard points.

Her ruined pussy clenched around nothing, leaking even more cream onto the sofa as his fingers worked her swollen clit.

"That's it," Viktor praised, adding a second finger to her ass. The stretch was immediate and brutal. "Open up for me. Let me in."

"Ahhh! T-too much!" Helena's voice cracked, fresh tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"You can take it." His fingers on her clit moved faster, creating a filthy squelching sound as they stirred through their combined fluids. "You're a strong woman... my woman, Helena."

Her sobs turned into broken moans.

The shame, the pain, the wrongness of it all—and yet her body was responding, her hips unconsciously pushing back against his invading fingers.

Viktor pulled both fingers free from her ass with a soft pop.

He positioned himself, gripping his thick, near eigth-inch cock.

The bulbous head, already glistening with precum, was now coated in her fluids.

He pressed the tip against her brutally stretched asshole, feeling the tight ring pulse against his cockhead.

Mira watched, frozen, her hand covering her mouth.

She could see the massive cockhead pushing, indenting the tight brown ring.

Viktor laid his body over Helena's back, his soft belly pressing into her spine, his chest flattening her massive tits against the cushions.

His hand snaked around to find her pussy again, two fingers plunging inside to scoop more of his leaking seed.

He brought those fingers to her mouth.

"Taste us," he commanded softly.

"Young master, Uongh~!?—" Her plea was cut off as his fingers pushed past her lips, coating her tongue with the salty, musky mixture.

At the same moment, his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck.

It wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was a sharp, claiming pain that shot through her body like lightning.

"Ahhh!... Umhh~!" she cried out around his fingers, fresh tears streaming.

"Please slow down! Y-You'll break me!" she sobbed, her hands clawing uselessly at the cushions.

"Yes, I'm gonna break you," he breathed against the mark he'd made, his tongue soothing the sting.

His free hand returned to her clit, rubbing firm circles. "But doesn't that's how you can be remade just for me?"

His hips pressed forward with slow, undeniable force.

The ring of muscle stretched. And stretched.

The skin turned white with strain around the thick, invading circumference of his cockhead. Helena's entire body went rigid, every muscle locked in protest.

"Relax," Viktor whispered, his fingers working her clit faster, his other hand stroking her hair. "Breathe through it. Give yourself to me."

It felt like she was being split in two from the inside out. The ring resisted, held, fought against the impossible intrusion...

Then it gave way.

"AHHHHHHH!"

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