He started to finger them, a cruel, rhythmic pumping that made their bodies tremble violently.

His fingers moved with supernatural precision—curling at exact angles, pressing against the front walls of their cunts where a textured patch of flesh throbbed with sensitivity.

Helena's dry, virgin-tight walls scraped against his knuckles, the friction raw and intense. They rotated, grinding against that swollen cluster with each pull, making her inner walls ripple and contract.

Her pussy clenched rhythmically, trying to push his fingers out while sucking them deeper. Fluid leaked down her thighs, more than she'd ever produced.

She locked confused eyes on his, brows furrowed in bewilderment, moaning muffled against his shoulder. "Unnh... wh-what are you... ungh... doing to me, Young Lord?"

Mira's cunt, already slick, was looser, but he spread his fingers inside her, stretching her wide, then pinched that rough patch from both sides.

Her entire body went rigid, hips bucking forward involuntarily, fucking his hand with desperate, jerky movements.

Her gaze met his in wide-eyed confusion, pupils dilated with shock, as she gasped through gritted teeth. "M-Master... unnh... this feels... ahh... wrong but... ungh... so deep!"

The herbs in the paste began to work, a strange, tingling heat spreading from his fingers through their cunts, making them feel like they were being filled with fire.

"Ahh... nnngh... Master, it's cold... and hot!" Mira cried, her eyes becoming teary, still staring at him in dazed confusion.

Her inner walls swelled, becoming more sensitive, feeling the individual ridges of his fingerprints dragging against her slick flesh.

"It's too tight... please, it hurts!"

Helena whimpered, her face buried in his shoulder, but her eyes flicked up to his in frantic bewilderment.

Her pussy squeezed his fingers hungrily, despite the pain.

Their moans grew ragged as he added a third finger to each hand.

The stretch was agonizing.

He felt Helena's entrance tear just slightly, a hot, wet slick of blood mixing with the herb paste on his hand.

She let out a choked sob, her body going rigid with pain.

The pain mixed with pleasure from his thumb on her clit, creating a sensation so intense her brain couldn't categorize it. Her pussy clenched and released rhythmically.

Her body rose further onto her tiptoes, calves cramping from the strain, her confused eyes pleading up at him through tears. "Ungh... too much... ahh... Young Lord, why... unnh... does it hurt like this?"

Mira's pussy stretched to its limit, her thick lips gaping wide.

His three fingers formed a triangle inside her, spreading her walls while pressing against that magic spot from multiple angles. The pressure built like a balloon being inflated past its limit.

Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes rolled back completely white, but she forced her gaze back to his in hazy confusion. "Master... unnh... I can't... ahh... think... ungh... what's happening?"

"Hygiene," he repeated, his voice husky as he watched their faces contort, "plus some heat too. I need my wives in their best state, shouldn't I?"

He pumped harder, faster, his knuckles slapping against their wet, swollen entrances.

Each thrust angled differently, hitting that spongy tissue from new directions. He rotated his wrist with each pull, making his fingers spiral inside them, scraping against nerve clusters.

Helena felt something building deeper, in her lower belly—a pressure like she needed to piss, but more urgent.

She tried to clench her muscles to stop it, but that only made it worse. The pressure doubled, her pussy spasming violently.

Mira recognized the sensation immediately, but this was ten times more intense.

His fingers pounded that spot with brutal precision, each impact sending shockwaves through her pelvis.

The squelching sounds filled the quiet garden.

Their bodies shook uncontrollably, their thick thighs quivering as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.

One after another, they broke.

First, Mira.

"Haah... ANNGHH~!!"

With a high-pitched wail, her hips bucked violently, and a powerful stream of clear, musky fluid gushed from her pussy.

It wasn't an orgasm—it was her entire lower body releasing in one explosive burst. Her pussy convulsed, walls clamping down on his fingers while fluid shot past them.

It shot out in a powerful arc, splashing against the garden weeds and splattering hotly across his thighs.

Her mind went completely blank, whited out by the intensity.

Then Helena, with a deep, guttural scream torn from her throat.

"KHICCK~~!! HIC~!!"

Her cunt convulsed, and a torrent of fluid erupted from her, drenching his hand and running in rivers down her legs.

The release was so violent it felt like her soul was being ripped from her body through her pussy. Every muscle from her navel down contracted simultaneously, her thighs clamping together around his hand as fluid gushed out in rhythmic pulses.

Her vision went dark at the edges, consciousness flickering.

They both went limp, trembling like newborn foals, their knees buckling.

But he didn't let them fall.

He pulled them in, their sweaty, trembling bodies collapsing against his chest.

He held their weight, one arm wrapped around each of them, his hands grabbing their asses possessively.

He kissed Helena's temple, then Mira's, his lips brushing against their sweat-soaked skin.

He looked down at their faces.

The shame was gone, replaced by a raw, primal haze.

Their eyes were unfocused, lips swollen and parted, faces flushed with the aftermath of an orgasm so powerful it had reset their brains.

They looked like horny, beautiful bitches.

His bitches.

He ran his hands down their backs, feeling the soft rolls of their flesh, the solid weight of their bodies.

Softly, his voice a gentle rumble against their ears, he said, "Let's take a bath now."

Supporting their trembling, post-orgasmic bodies, Viktor guided them toward the small, natural pond nestled at the edge of the property.

His hands were clamped firmly on their asses, the thick, soft globes of flesh serving as perfect handles.

Helena and Mira stumbled along, leaning heavily against his solid frame, their legs still weak, their minds still clouded by the lingering waves of pleasure.

Their massive breasts, slick with sweat, pillowed against his chest and arms with every shuffling step.

He stopped at the water's edge.

"Good job, Helena," he commented, his voice a low rumble.

"You cleaned it well."

The pond, which had been choked with a slimy green carpet of algae just days before, was now clear.

However, Viktor had added his own touch.

The water was now a murky, swirling green, infused with the same herbal paste he had used on them earlier, along with other pungent leaves that floated on the surface.

Helena, still half-lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm, muffled a reply into his shoulder.

"Th-thank you, Master... it is due to your herb..."

As she spoke, a violent tremor wracked her body.

He slowly waded into the thigh-deep water, pulling them with him.

The warm, herb-infused liquid swirled around their legs, a strange, tingling sensation spreading across their skin.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, a mix of cold water and the lingering heat from his fingers.

Viktor noticed Mira's eyes were still closed, a faint, blissful smile on her lips as a thin trickle of clear fluid continued to leak from between her legs, clouding the water around her.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice a possessive growl.

"Are you going to enjoy yourself all alone, ~!~?"

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