His thumb traced the cleft of her ass, moving lower, circling her puckered hole.

"Come on," he continued, his voice dropping into something darker, hungrier. "Sit on it with this hole, Mira."

His thumb pressed forward.

It breached her asshole.

"Hyaahh—!" Mira's entire body flinched, her back arching sharply, eyes flying wide open.

The tight ring of muscle resisted for a heartbeat before yielding, allowing his thumb to sink in up to the first knuckle.

"Nnnghh—!" Mira's breath hitched, her hands gripping the stone floor, nails scraping against the surface.

Her gaze darted sideways—toward the entrance where Elara still stood pressed against the wall.

The noblewoman's amber eyes were locked on them. Her face was flushed deep crimson, her breathing shallow and rapid. One hand was pressed against the wall for support; the other hovered near her chest, trembling.

Her expression was a war.

'I want that. I want to be in her place. I want him to fuck me like that—'

'—No. NO. I will never fall that low. I'm a noblewoman. I have standards. I—'

'—But look at her. Look at how she's enjoying it. How he's touching her. How his cock is still so hard and—'

'—Stop. STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.'

Mira saw all of it in Elara's eyes. The conflict. The desire. The denial.

She shook her head, a slow smile spreading across her cum-stained face.

"It seems," Mira said breathlessly, her voice trembling with anticipation, "I need to show newbies what it feels like to be an expert."

Viktor's thumb twisted inside her ass, making her gasp. "Then show her."

Mira's smile widened into something wicked, almost feral.

She arched her back, lifting her hips higher, presenting herself completely. Her hand reached back, delicate fingers wrapping around Viktor's cock—still slick with her saliva and his cum.

It was hard as steel. The shaft pulsed in her grip, veins bulging, the head swollen and glistening.

She guided it forward, rubbing the tip against her pussy first.

"Nnhh—" Mira's moan was soft, needy.

She dragged his cockhead through her folds, coating it in her arousal, mixing it with the residual cum and saliva already covering his shaft. The slick sound filled the chamber—'schlick, schlick, schlick'.

"Ahhnn—I want to—nnh—just bounce on it—" Mira's words came out broken, interrupted by small gasps each time his cockhead brushed her clit.

"Not yet," Viktor said firmly, his hand gripping her hip.

Mira whimpered but obeyed.

She shifted her position, moving into a frog-like squat, her thick thighs spread wide, feet planted on either side of Viktor's hips. Her hand still gripped his cock, angling it upward.

She positioned the tip against her asshole.

The thick, swollen head pressed against the tight ring of muscle.

"Haahh..." Mira's breath came out shaky.

She began to lower herself.

Slowly.

The pressure was immediate. Her asshole resisted, the muscle clenching instinctively, refusing entry.

"Nnnghh—!" Mira bit her lip, forcing herself to relax, to breathe.

The head began to breach her.

Her anal ring stretched—wider, wider—the tightness almost painful as it struggled to accommodate his girth.

"Aahhnn—it's—it's too big—" Mira gasped, her voice high and strained.

"You've taken it before," Viktor reminded her, his hand rubbing small circles on her hip.

"B-but—nnh—it always feels like—aahhh—like it's tearing me—!"

The head popped inside.

"HYAAHHH!" Mira's scream echoed through the chamber.

Her entire body shuddered violently. Her asshole clenched around just the head of his cock, gripping it like a vice.

She stayed there, frozen, panting hard, sweat beading on her forehead.

"You—you feel so—nnhh—so thick—" Mira's words were barely coherent.

Viktor watched her thick ass cheeks spread apart, the pale flesh jiggling slightly with each tremor that ran through her body. The tight ring of her asshole was stretched obscenely around his cockhead, the rim turning white from the pressure.

"Keep going," Viktor urged, his voice strained. Even just having his head inside her ass was almost unbearably tight.

Mira nodded weakly. She took a breath—then lowered herself another inch.

"Nnnnghhhh—!" Her groan was long and guttural.

Another inch.

"Ahhh—ahhh—I can feel—nnhh—every vein—every—aahhh!"

Her asshole stretched impossibly wider with each inch she took. The tight passage gripped him mercilessly, inner walls massaging his shaft as she descended.

Halfway down.

Mira's hands shot out, gripping Viktor's thighs for support. Her body was trembling uncontrollably now.

"There's—there's something—nnhh—something weird—" Mira gasped between broken moans. "Since—since arriving at this tower—I've been feeling—aahhnn—feeling strange—!"

"Strange how?" Viktor asked, though his voice was tight, distracted by the incredible tightness squeezing his cock.

"Like—like I'm more—nnnghh—more sensitive—everything feels—aahhh—feels so much more intense—!"

Viktor's hands moved to her hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh.

"Then let me make it even more intense," he growled.

And he slammed her down.

All eight inches buried in her ass in one brutal thrust.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Mira's scream was inhuman.

Her entire body convulsed. Her back arched so sharply her spine looked like it might snap. Her ass cheeks slapped against his pelvis with a meaty 'SMACK', his balls smacking into her thighs.

His cock was completely buried inside her ass. Every. Single. Inch.

"NNNGGHHAAAAA—!" Mira's scream dissolved into a choked sob, tears streaming down her face.

It was too much. Too deep. Too thick.

Her asshole clenched around him rhythmically, spasming, trying to adjust to the sudden invasion.

"Just say you're horny, Mira," Viktor said through gritted teeth, his own body trembling from the overwhelming tightness.

His thick cock pulsed inside her, the heat and pressure almost unbearable.

Mira bit her lip hard enough to draw blood. Her eyes were hazy—pupils blown wide, the green of her irises barely visible. She looked drunk, completely lost in sensation.

Her thighs trembled as she slowly—'agonizingly' slowly—lifted herself using her thick leg muscles.

His cock dragged upward through her ass. Inch by inch. The tight passage gripped him, refusing to let go, creating a sucking sensation that made Viktor groan.

She lifted until only his cockhead remained inside.

Then she slammed herself back down.

'SMACK!'

"AAHHNN—!" Mira's moan was loud, shameless.

She lifted again.

'SMACK!'

"NNNGHH—!"

Again.

'SMACK!'

"YES—YES I AM—!"

'SMACK!'

"I'M HORNY—!"

'SMACK!'

"I'VE BEEN HORNY SINCE—NNHH—SINCE I GOT HERE—!"

'SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!'

Mira bounced on his cock with abandon now, her thick ass clapping against his pelvis with wet, obscene sounds. Her asshole stretched and gripped with each thrust, milking his shaft, the tight ring visible each time she lifted, clinging to him desperately.

"I WANTED YOU TO FUCK ME—AAHHN—THE MOMENT I SAW YOU FIGHTING—!"

Her voice was broken, interspersed with screams and moans and sobs.

Viktor's hands gripped her hips bruisingly tight, helping her movements, slamming her down harder with each bounce.

"Then take it," he growled.

"YES—YES—AAHHH—GIVE IT TO ME—!"

Across the chamber, Elara stood frozen. Her hand had moved—unconsciously—between her legs, pressing against the fabric of her pants.

She was trembling, her breathing ragged, eyes locked on the depraved scene before her...

It all felt like déjà vu.

She had seen him taking Helena and now Mira... it was all simply kind of boring.

She didn't know, but there was a strange feeling to be in the place of Mira, but at the same time, it was as if she could feel Viktor's internal heat pouring into them, feeling a bit lacking every time.

But yet, seeing the intensity he fucked them... Elara was too flushed and aroused to even care if he was bored or not.

'I am hungry...' Elara just thought, feeling her belly growl.

"HIEEKK~~~ y-yes, EAT ME UP HUSBAND~♡!!"

'Iueggh, these perverts!'

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