Her hands moved to her torn uniform, fingers finding the remaining buttons.

One by one, she popped them free.

The fabric parted, revealing her massive pale tits—fuller than Mira's, less saggy, the flesh still firm despite her age. Her nipples were raw and dark from last night's abuse, teeth marks still visible around the areolas.

She shrugged the uniform off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground in a crumpled heap.

Then her hands moved to her skirt, undoing the clasp and pushing it down her wide hips.

It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked.

Helena's body was a contrast to Mira's. Same thickness—wide hips, soft belly, thick thighs—but different in key ways.

Her tits stood higher, rounder, less worn by time and breastfeeding. Her belly was smooth, unmarked by pregnancy's scars. Her pussy was hairy—thick dark curls that she'd never bothered to trim—and between her thighs, her asshole...

The gap was still there.

Visible even from the front. Her ring hadn't fully closed after last night's brutal anal claiming. The muscle gaped slightly, still leaking traces of Viktor's cum from hours ago.

Proof of his ownership. But also proof of her failure—she'd passed out, unable to handle what he'd given her.

Helena stood tall despite her nakedness, chin lifted defiantly. Her massive tits heaved with each breath, pale flesh jiggling. Her brown eyes locked on Viktor, challenging and desperate in equal measure.

"I'm ready, young master," she said, voice steady despite the storm raging inside her. "Let me prove I'm superior."

Viktor's cock twitched at the sight of both women—naked, thick-bodied, desperate for his approval.

One experienced and cunning. One virginal and emotional.

Both his to use however he wanted.

A slow smile spread across his face—dark, satisfied, and utterly in control.

"Then let's go," Viktor pulled hard, yanking both women toward him with sudden force.

"Kyaaaah~!" Their simultaneous cries mixed as their thick bodies crashed into his.

Flesh met flesh with audible impact.

Helena's massive tits smashed against his left side, the pale globes squishing and spreading across his chest. Her nipples—still raw and dark—pressed against his skin, dragging slightly as their bodies settled together.

Mira's saggy udders flattened against his right, the softer, heavier flesh molding around his body. Her longer nipples poked into him, still leaking tiny beads of milk that smeared warm and sticky between them.

Viktor's arms wrapped around both women, hands immediately dropping to grab their asses.

His left hand sank into Helena's pale, firm cheek—the muscle still tight despite the fat, the flesh yielding but with resistance. His fingers spread wide, gripping hard enough to leave red marks, kneading the globe like dough.

His right hand grabbed Mira's ass—softer, more pliable, the skin slightly looser. Her cheek filled his palm completely, spilling between his fingers. He squeezed brutally, feeling the fat compress and bulge.

Both women gasped, their bodies pressing harder against him as he groped them possessively.

Viktor's cock—thick and rigid—found itself trapped between four thick thighs.

Helena's left thigh pressed against the shaft from one side, the skin smooth and warm, the muscle beneath firm. Mira's right thigh squeezed from the other side, slightly softer but just as hot.

His cockhead peeked out from between their thighs, the swollen tip glistening with precum and their combined fluids. The pressure was maddening—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make his shaft throb with desperate need.

"Mmph—!" Helena's protest died as Viktor's hand slid lower on her ass, fingers brushing the crack, teasing the rim of her still-gaping asshole.

"Ahh~" Mira's breathy moan came as his other hand did the same to her, thumb pressing against her tight pink ring, feeling it clench reflexively.

Viktor hugged them tighter, crushing their soft, pillow-like bodies against his harder frame. His chubby belly pressed into their softer ones, creating a wall of flesh that trapped heat and sweat between them.

The scent was overwhelming—sex and sweat and feminine musk mixing with the herbs he'd been using. His head swam with it, cock pulsing harder between their thighs.

"Fight all you want," Viktor's voice came out rough, commanding. "But remember what's common between both of you."

He tilted his head down deliberately.

Both women followed his gesture instinctively, their eyes tracking downward.

Past his chest. Past the slight definition now visible in his pecs. Past his soft belly—noticeably tighter than before, the fat burning away faster through constant calorie expenditure and the metabolic effects of the enhancement herbs.

To his cock.

It jutted between their thighs, the shaft thick and veined, pulsing visibly with his heartbeat. The head was flushed dark purple-red, precum oozing steadily from the slit to smear across their skin.

7.8 inches. Maybe closer to 7.9 now with his full erection.

The base was surrounded by wild dark hair that made it look even more masculine, primal.

Both women stared at it, their breathing quickening.

"My cock," Viktor said, his voice dropping to a growl. "That's going into both of your holes from now on."

The words hung in the air—a promise and a threat.

Helena's eyes widened, her mouth falling open slightly. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a fresh gush of cream leaking down her inner thigh.

Her asshole—still gaping from last night—twitched at the memory of being split open.

Mira's lips curved into a satisfied smile, her green eyes glittering.

Her pussy was already leaking again, cum and her own juices mixing, dripping steadily.

Her hand moved, sliding down Viktor's back to grab his ass, squeezing possessively.

"Both of you will service me," Viktor continued, his hands still mauling their asses, fingers digging into soft flesh. "Together. Separately. Whenever I want. However I want."

He squeezed their asses harder, pulling them even tighter against him. His cock throbbed between their thighs, smearing more precum across their skin.

"You'll compete to please me better. To take me deeper. To milk me harder." His voice grew darker, more commanding. "And the one who fails..."

He let the threat hang unfinished.

Helena's breath caught, tears pricking at her eyes again. But beneath the fear and hurt was something else—arousal, desperate and unwilling, making her pussy leak finally.

Mira's smile widened, predatory and confident.

Her hand moved down—not hesitantly, but with deliberate purpose. Her fingers found Viktor's balls, heavy and drawn tight against his body from arousal.

She grabbed them.

Hard.

"Huh—!" Viktor's breath hitched as her grip tightened, fingers sinking into the sensitive flesh.

Mira pulled downward—stretching his cock even further, elongating the shaft as if trying to measure its exact length with her cruel grip.

The skin of his cock pulled taut, veins bulging obscenely as blood rushed to maintain his erection against the brutal pressure.

His foreskin drew back from the force, exposing the ridge of his cockhead in stark relief.

The nerves were visible now—thin lines running down the shaft, pulsing with each heartbeat.

The head itself was angry purple-red, so engorged it looked ready to explode.

Precum oozed from the slit in steady droplets, coating her fingers as she kept him stretched.

"Fuck... you're going to make me cum just from this..." Viktor groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily.

But before he could finish, Helena moved.

Her hand darted out, fingers reaching for his cockhead.

She tried to wrap them around the swollen knob—but they couldn't. The girth was too much. Her digits couldn't meet around the circumference.

Instead, she slid her hand along the shaft, her touch feather-light and trembling.

Her fingers found where his foreskin had been pulled back, exposing that sensitive ridge where the head met the shaft.

She ran her fingertips along it—a gentle, maddening touch that made Viktor's whole body tense.

The movement was deliberate, almost clinical—like she was unloading a gun, carefully manipulating the mechanism.

Except she was stroking his cock.

Precum glistened on her fingertips, thick and glossy. She pulled her hand back slowly, watching the clear fluid string between her skin and his cockhead before breaking.

"I—I won't fail either," Helena whispered, her voice barely audible but heavy with determination.

Her eyes were still wide with a mixture of fear and fascination as she stared at his cock—at the way it throbbed between Mira's cruel grip and her own tentative touch.

The shaft was impossibly thick, the veins prominent and pulsing.

But she didn't pull her hand away.

Instead, she ran her fingers down the underside of his shaft, tracing the sensitive vein that ran from base to head.

"Now that's what I want from you two—"

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