"...Um, Lady Helena..."

Mira muttered under her breath, stepping carefully into the room. Her boots squelched against the wet marble, and she grimaced. The smell hit her next—thick, musky, overwhelming.

The scent of Viktor's seed mixed with Helena's release, so potent it made her head spin.

'How does he even... produce this much?'

She approached the bed, her eyes taking in the full extent of the carnage.

Helena lay there like a broken doll, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. Her thighs trembled involuntarily, muscles twitching from overuse.

And between her legs—

Mira swallowed hard.

Helena's pussy was a swollen, gaping mess. Red and raw, the lips stretched and puffy from being fucked so thoroughly.

Thick, creamy white seed oozed out in slow, obscene globs, mixing with her own clear juices. .

'He really... destroyed her.'

Mira's hand moved to her own stomach, remembering.

Remembering how it felt when Viktor had been inside 'her'.

The way he'd filled her so completely, stretching her to her limits. The way his cock had pulsed, pumping what felt like endless amounts of seed deep into her womb.

Her pussy clenched at the memory, a traitorous heat spreading through her core.

'No. Focus.'

She shook her head, forcing herself to look away from Helena's ruined cunt. The woman needed help, not her standing there fantasizing.

Mira reached for her cloak—the one Kaida had given her—and pulled it off her shoulders.

She moved to Helena's side, carefully sitting on the edge of the bed. The mattress squelched beneath her, more fluid squishing out from the soaked sheets.

"Helena," Mira whispered, her voice gentle. She reached out, brushing a strand of sweat-soaked hair from the woman's face. "Can you hear me?"

Helena's eyelids fluttered. Her lips parted, a soft, broken whimper escaping.

"Mmngh..."

"It's okay," Mira murmured. She folded her cloak, using the cleanest part to gently wipe Helena's inner thighs.

The fabric came away sticky and wet, coated in the mixture of fluids. "I'm here. I'm going to clean you up."

Helena's eyes cracked open, just barely. They were glassy, unfocused, the pupils blown wide. She looked like she was floating somewhere between consciousness and oblivion.

"V...Young... Master." Helena's voice was barely a rasp, her throat raw—probably from screaming.

"He's gone," Mira said softly, continuing to wipe. She moved the cloak lower, pressing it gently against Helena's swollen pussy lips. The woman hissed, her hips jerking weakly.

"A-ahh..."

"Sorry, sorry," Mira whispered, trying to be as gentle as possible.

But there was so much 'fluid'.

Every time she wiped away a glob of seed, more oozed out from deep inside Helena's stretched hole. It was like her pussy was a reservoir, filled to the brim and overflowing.

'How much did he cum inside her?'

Mira's hand trembled slightly as she wiped, her own body betraying her with that familiar ache between her legs.

'Stop it. Not now.'

She focused on the task, cleaning the bite marks on Helena's breasts next.

Dark red marks circled her nipples, bruises forming where Viktor's teeth had clamped down. Mira dabbed at them carefully, and Helena whimpered again.

"Are you... are you alright?" Mira asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Helena's eyes focused just a bit, locking onto Mira's face. For a moment, she just stared, her expression blank. Then, slowly, her lips moved.

"Y...yes..." Helena's voice cracked, her body shuddering. Her pussy twitched, another spurt of seed leaking out onto the cloak Mira held between her legs. "I... I can't... can't handle him... alone..."

Mira's breath caught. She stared at Helena, seeing the truth written all over the woman's wrecked body, her trembling limbs, her glazed eyes.

'She's right.'

Mira thought back to when Viktor had fucked 'her'.

The way he'd just kept going, pounding into her even after she'd cum twice, three times.

His stamina was... inhuman.

Like his body didn't understand the concept of exhaustion when it came to sex unlike how he looked.

He was like rabbit last night.

"I... I noticed," Mira said quietly, her cheeks flushing. She dabbed at Helena's pussy again, trying to stem the flow of seed.

But it was useless. There was just too much. "His body... when he fucks us... it's not normal. He has... unnatural stamina."

Helena let out a weak, broken laugh. "Y-yeah... no... no lies..."

Mira bit her lip, her mind racing. Viktor wasn't just some perverted man. He was something 'more'.

Something dangerous in ways that had nothing to do with combat or curses.

'He's a monster in bed. Literally.'

She wiped the last of the visible fluid from Helena's thighs, then moved to clean the woman's stomach, where Viktor's seed had splattered during one of his releases.

The cloak was completely ruined now, soaked through with fluids and stained beyond repair.

"He's... kind of too perverted," Mira muttered under her breath, more to herself than to Helena.

But the moment the words left her lips—

"Ahhhn~!"

Mira's entire body jolted, her back arching as a sharp, electric pleasure shot through her chest. Her eyes went wide, a loud, involuntary moan tearing from her throat.

'What—!?'

Her head snapped down, and she felt it—fingers. 'Strong' fingers, pinching her nipple through the rope bindings. The pressure was firm, almost painful, but mixed with a pleasure so intense it made her knees weak.

"Ahh! W-what—!"

She twisted her head, looking over her shoulder—

And froze.

Viktor stood right behind her.

'How!?'

Her mind reeled. He'd just left. She'd watched him walk out the door. But now he was 'here', standing so close she could feel the heat of his body against her back.

His dark eyes locked onto hers, that infuriating smirk curling his lips.

"Did you call me a pervert?" Viktor asked, his voice low, almost amused.

Mira's mouth opened, but no words came out. Her brain short-circuited, split between the shock of his sudden appearance and the mind-numbing pleasure radiating from her pinched nipple.

"I... I—"

"Don't lie," Viktor murmured, his fingers tightening their grip. He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the rough rope adding an extra layer of friction that made her gasp.

"Nngh~!"

"Tell me," he continued, leaning in closer. His breath was hot against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "What did you say?"

Mira's body trembled, her pussy clenching around nothing. She was still sore from earlier, still sensitive, and yet her body 'responded' to him like it was hardwired to crave his touch.

"I... I said..." She swallowed hard, her voice shaking. "I said you're... you're too perverted..."

Viktor's smirk widened. "Ah, come on, I am not that bad."

And then he leaned in, his lips crashing against hers.

"Mmph!"

Mira's eyes went wide as Viktor's mouth claimed hers, his tongue invading without hesitation. He kissed her like he 'owned' her, rough and demanding, his hand still pinching her nipple through the ropes.

She moaned into his mouth, her body going limp as pleasure flooded her senses. His tongue explored every corner, wrestling with hers, sucking on it before pulling back just to bite her lower lip.

"Ahhn~!"

He kissed her deeper, his free hand sliding up to grip the back of her neck, holding her in place. Mira's hands flailed weakly, trying to find something to hold onto, but all she found was air. Her body was his to control, and he knew it.

Viktor's lips moved against hers with a hunger that made her dizzy. He sucked on her tongue, hard, pulling it into his mouth before releasing it with a wet 'pop'.

Then he dove back in, his teeth grazing her bottom lip before biting down just hard enough to make her whimper.

"Mmngh~! Mmnh~!"

Her muffled moans filled the room, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of their kiss. Viktor's hand on her nipple twisted slightly, sending another jolt of pleasure-pain through her chest that made her arch into him.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he pulled back.

Mira gasped for air, her chest heaving. Her lips felt swollen, raw, tingling from the assault. A thin string of saliva connected their mouths for a moment before breaking, leaving her chin wet.

Viktor's dark eyes studied her face, taking in her flushed cheeks, her glazed eyes, her parted, swollen lips.

"Look at you," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. "So fucking beautiful when you're wrecked."

Mira's brain was mush. She could barely form a coherent thought, let alone a response. Her body trembled, her pussy throbbing with need despite the soreness.

She lay there on the bed, half-collapsed from the intensity of his kiss, her big, saggy breasts heaving with each breath.

Her cloak had fallen open completely, barely hanging onto her shoulders, leaving her naked body fully exposed.

Her pussy glistened between her thighs, swollen and red from their morning fuck session. She could feel Viktor's seed still leaking out of her, mixing with her own fresh arousal.

'He's going to fuck me again. Oh god, he's going to—'

But Viktor didn't move toward her. Instead, he straightened, his hand leaving her nipple. Mira whimpered at the loss, her body aching for more.

Viktor glanced at Helena, who was watching them with half-lidded eyes, too exhausted to do much more than stare. Then his gaze returned to Mira.

"Wear Helena's maid clothes for me," Viktor said, his tone casual, like he was asking her to pass the salt. "Can you?"

Mira blinked. Once. Twice.

Her brain struggled to process the words.

'Maid... clothes?'

She stared up at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Heh?" Mira uttered, the sound blank and utterly confused.

Viktor's smirk turned into a full grin, dark and predatory.

"Sorry for using you like this but I need Kaida to keep Bella in check...."

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