"Hic?" Bella's breath hitched, her hands trembling over her mouth as she watched the thick, purple glans bobbing in the air, angry and weeping clear fluid.

It was terrifying—a weapon of flesh that had just brutalized the woman she admired.

Mira lay there, ruined. Her body was a mess of sweat and bruises, her legs still spread wide in a vulgar display of submission, her chest heaving as she choked on air.

"Angh... Hah... Hah... H-Honey...?"

Viktor didn't answer. His eyes were dark, focused entirely on the way her pink, abuse-swollen pussy lips twitched, trying to grasp a phantom cock that was no longer there.

His grip tightened. He began to stroke. Fast. Ruthless.

SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SCHLICK!

"Nothing," Viktor commanded, his voice a guttural growl as his mind had become more clear now.

He needed an answer and if indulging was an answer then, let's give a show to his naive Bella. "Just a small show I want us to put up, Mira."

Mira's eyelids fluttered, her green irises unfocused and hazy, rolling back as she, through broken glass, saw the reflection of Bella at the door with those widened yellow eyes looking at them.

'Hm... how cute.' A smile formed as Mira realized what he was trying to do. Her one hand crawled at her sagging, fallen boobs on both sides like big jelly pillows, pinching her own nipples, and her other fingers moved towards her already edged pussy, eyes set on his cock as she started to rub her already aching clit.

'I really love you, Mira...' Viktor's hips snapped forward, his hand moving in a blur as the pressure in his balls reached its breaking point.

"Uuuugh!!"

SPLURT!

Thick, ropey jets of white semen erupted from the slit of his cock. It wasn't a trickle; it was a violent volley, shooting across her chest, painting her neck, and splattering hot and heavy across her face.

"Hnngh—!" But at that exact second, Mira's body screamed in response.

Her back arched off the counter, her spine bowing like a broken bowstring.

PSSSHHHHH!

From her unprotected, gaping urethra, a high-pressure jet of clear liquid sprayed out.

It shot upward in a shameless arc, splashing directly onto Viktor's abs and trickling down into his pubic hair, mixing with the sweat and musk of their coupling.

"AAAAIIIIEEEEEE~~!!!"

Mira shrieked, her voice cracking into a broken squeal as she lost all control, her body shaking violently as she emptied her womb simultaneously in a disgraceful, ecstatic display.

Bella stood paralyzed in the doorway, her yellow eyes wide and vibrating with shock.

'T-They are... pissing... on each other?'

The scene was etched into her retinas.

The gentle Mira, drowning in thick white slime that coated her lashes and dribbled into her open, panting mouth.

It was disgusting. It was the behavior of beasts in heat, devoid of dignity, filled with fluids and smells that should have made Bella vomit on the spot.

The kitchen floor was dripping. The counter was slick. Mira was twitching like a dying insect, her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolled back white, completely broken by pleasure.

'Filthy... it's so filthy...' Bella thought, her mind recoiling from the sheer rawness of it. 'How can they... look like that?'

She tried to step back. She tried to turn her head and run from this nightmare of lust.

But her legs didn't move.

Instead, her knees knocked together.

A strange sensation crawled up her spine—not fear, not cold, but a heavy, suffocating heat that settled low in her stomach.

Her breath came in short, shallow pants that matched the rhythm of the panting lovers in the room.

Unconsciously, her thighs squeezed together, the fabric of her dress rubbing against skin that had suddenly become damp.

Bella blinked, her hand drifting lower to clutch her stomach, confusion warring with the moral horror in her mind.

'...Why is my body... feeling warm?'

The warmth in her belly was a traitor.

Bella's mind screamed at her to run, to claw her way out of this house of sin and never look back.

She needed to leave, but she also wanted to find her sister. She wanted to escape this madness before it swallowed her whole—her whole mind was in a contradictory battle.

But her legs were leaden, her body shamefully attuned to the ragged breaths and musky scent of climax that hung in the air.

"Come inside... now."

The voice was breathless, broken, but it held a command that froze Bella's feet to the floorboards.

It was Mira.

Bella shivered, a violent tremor running from her ears down to her tail. She turned slowly, her yellow eyes widening in horror.

Mira lay there on the counter, her body naked, glistening with sweat and other fluids. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, useless and ruined.

She was trembling, her legs still twitching from the aftershocks, but her green eyes were fixed on Bella.

Bella moved. She couldn't help it. Her body obeyed the command before her mind could protest.

"You seem to have been peeking for a while... hah?" Mira's voice was hoarse, laced with exhaustion, yet it cut through Bella's frantic thoughts like a whip.

Her head snapped up. Mira was looking right at her, her head lolling to the side, her green eyes sharp and aware despite the white filth dripping from her chin.

Bella trembled, her yellow eyes widening in pure terror. "I... N-no, I was just..."

Slowly, shakily, she took a step into the room.

Her gaze dropped to the floor, to the disgusting puddle of mixed fluids shimmering on the wood.

It made her stomach churn.

Her eyes darted to Viktor. His pants were bunched around his ankles, his monstrous tool hanging limp and heavy, still dripping onto the floor.

He was just watching her, breathing heavily, his chest glistening with sweat and... her spray.

"I-I… came f-for an an-answer… from him…" she stammered, pointing a trembling finger at Viktor, unable to meet his gaze.

Mira blinked slowly, a bead of sweat and semen tracing a path down her temple. "What answers?"

"Something that only I know of," Viktor said, his voice calm.

He pulled his pants up with one hand, his movements casual as if this were a normal Tuesday morning.

He then turned to Mira, his expression softening as he gently took her hands, helping her sit up.

"Hmmh..." Her body was trembling uncontrollably, her waist clearly aching, but she followed his lead.

He pulled her into a hug, her naked, ruined body pressing against his chest, her massive boobs spilling over his ribs.

"Thank you for helping me, wife." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, feeling how her arrival and this small sex session calmed his mind a bit.

"Unm... I d-didn't do anything." Mira buried her face in his chest, the scent of her own juices and his sweat assaulting her nostrils as she rubbed her face, feeling his warmth and her heart flutter alongside it.

They both looked at Bella, who stood frozen, her face burning with an embarrassment so profound she thought she might faint.

'Now... should I throw the hook.' Mira smiled seeing the petite young woman trembling, giving a naive sigh to her, a sight she was tempted to offer her husband.

"Do you know how afraid I was when you attacked me?" Mira's voice was quiet, but it held a chilling weight.

Bella flinched as if struck. She immediately dropped into a low bow, her forehead nearly touching her knees. "I-I'm sorry! I was ordered to… I didn't know—"

"Stop," Mira commanded, trying to hide her chuckle seeing how innocent this young lady was. She just added, "Tell all that to my husband."

"Y-yes?"

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