She was bouncing. Hard. Her thick ass slammed down onto Viktor's cock over and over, the meaty 'CLAP' of her cheeks hitting his hips filling the air.

Viktor lay on his back, hands gripping Mira's waist, guiding her movements but letting her do most of the work.

Mira's massive breasts bounced violently with each impact, heavy flesh jiggling, nipples swollen and pink.

Her face was flushed crimson, mouth hanging open, drool dripping from her bottom lip. Her green eyes were unfocused, rolled back slightly, pupils blown wide with pleasure.

"Fu—fuck—your cock—it's—AHHN!"

Viktor grinned up at her, clearly enjoying himself. His own body was covered in sweat, muscles flexing with each thrust upward to meet her downward bounce.

His cock—thick, veiny, glistening with her arousal—disappeared completely inside her with every drop, only to reappear seconds later coated in fresh wetness.

Helena's gaze shifted.

Behind the throne—partially hidden but not quite—stood Elara.

The noblewoman's back was pressed against the wall, one hand shoved down the front of her pants, fingers moving frantically.

Her other hand was inside her shirt, groping her own breast through the bandages, squeezing and kneading desperately.

Her amber eyes were locked on Viktor and Mira, watching every thrust, every bounce, every moan.

"Hah... hah... hah..."

Elara's breathing was ragged. Her face was flushed. Her thighs clenched together, rubbing for friction.

She bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stay quiet, but soft whimpers escaped anyway.

"Nnh... ahh..."

Helena's eyebrow raised slightly.

'So Miss Succubus finally giving in.'

And then—movement. Small. Bouncing.

''Kyuu! Kyuu!''

Rusty.

The purple slime bounced around Viktor and Mira in a wide circle, trailing pink sparkles.

Every time Mira slammed down on Viktor's cock—every time their bodies connected and that purple-pink light flared from where they were joined—Rusty absorbed it.

The slime glowed brighter with each bounce, its translucent body swelling slightly, storing the demonic essence like a battery.

'Isn't that Abain's base form? So that's how the tower feeds,' Helena thought, watching the display with clinical interest despite the obscene nature of it.

Her attention shifted again.

To the wooden soldiers.

They stood along the walls—dozens of them. Motionless. Faceless. Arms at their sides. But as Helena turned toward them, something changed.

She felt it.

A connection. Faint but undeniable. Like invisible strings linking her consciousness to theirs.

Helena walked forward, her bare feet making no sound on the obsidian floor.

Her naked body moved with grace—heavy breasts swaying gently, thick hips rolling, the marks on her skin standing out starkly against her pale flesh.

'First floor must be Nature's domain... first wife, hah, that sounds good.'

She approached the nearest wooden soldier.

And it knelt.

THUD.

One knee hit the floor, the other bent at ninety degrees. Its head bowed. Arms crossed over its chest in a salute.

Helena blinked.

She took another step.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

More soldiers knelt. One after another, like dominoes falling in sequence. Within seconds, every wooden construct in the chamber had dropped to one knee, heads bowed, awaiting her command.

Helena stopped walking.

'They... recognize me?'

"AHHHN—HUSBAND—I'M—I'M GONNA—!"

Mira's scream cut through Helena's thoughts. Viktor slammed Mira down one final time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock swelling inside her.

"Fu—FUCK—!"

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

Viktor came.

His back arched off the floor, muscles going rigid, hands gripping Mira's waist hard enough to bruise.

Thick ropes of cum flooded Mira's ass—because of course he'd been fucking her there—filling her bowels until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft in thick globs.

"AHHHHHHHH—!" Mira's whole body convulsed, her own orgasm ripping through her.

Her pussy—empty, untouched—gushed anyway, squirting clear fluid that splattered onto Viktor's legs, soaking them both.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Just panted. Trembling. Connected.

Then Mira's arms gave out.

She collapsed backwards onto Viktor's chest, boneless, her ass still impaled on his cock. Her breathing was ragged, chest heaving, heart pounding so hard Viktor could probably feel it through her back ribs.

"Hah... hah... s-so... full..."

Viktor chuckled, his hands moving to rub her back soothingly. "You did good."

Mira made a sound somewhere between a whimper and a purr.

Behind the throne, Elara's hand moved faster.

And Helena?

Helena walked past all of them.

Straight to the throne.

The wooden knights remained kneeling as she passed, heads bowed, like subjects before their queen. Helena climbed the three steps leading up to the elevated seat, her thick thighs flexing with each movement.

She turned.

And sat.

The throne was cold against her bare ass and back, but she didn't flinch. Just settled into it, spine straight, shoulders back. Regal despite her nakedness.

Her massive breasts sat heavy on her chest, brown nipples tight and pointed. Her stomach—soft but toned—rose and fell with each breath. And her legs...

Slowly, deliberately, Helena spread them apart.

Wide.

Her thick thighs opened, revealing everything. Her pussy—pink, plump, still glistening slightly from earlier—was on full display. Her brown nipples stood at attention, darker against her pale skin.

She looked like a queen. A naked, marked, thoroughly-fucked queen offering herself.

Viktor heard the movement of wood. The scraping of the throne.

His head turned.

And he froze.

"...Helena?"

She sat there, legs spread, one hand resting on the armrest, the other on her thigh. Her brown eyes—sharper than usual, more focused—locked onto him.

Mira, still draped over Viktor's chest, managed to lift her head slightly. Her green eyes widened.

"H-Helena...?"

Even Elara stopped. Her hand stilled inside her pants, amber eyes going wide as she flinched.

Helena didn't move. Didn't smile. Just sat there, looking at Viktor with an expression he'd never seen on her before.

Not submission. Not obedience.

'Hunger.'

"Young Master," Helena said, her voice calm but carrying weight, "can you insert your tail in here for a moment?"

She gestured downward. To her spread pussy. To the wet, pink flesh waiting between her thick thighs.

Viktor blinked.

His brain stalled.

'Did she just—'

And then his cock—still buried in Mira's ass—twitched. Hard.

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

More cum flooded into Mira. She gasped, feeling the sudden warmth, her body clenching instinctively.

"Ahhn—a-again—?!"

Viktor barely heard her. His eyes were locked on Helena. On the way she sat. The way her hips were positioned. The way her pussy looked—swollen slightly, ready, inviting.

'Eh?!'

He wanted to say something. Wanted to tease her. Wanted to tell her to crawl to him to see his nanny flush like this morning.

"Come on, Helena," Viktor started, his voice rough, teasing despite his confusion. "Wouldn't I like it if you crawled—"

[System Alert]

A translucent window materialized directly in front of his face, blocking his view of Helena.

[You should hear My Lady's words, Host... Enter your tail inside of her.]

Viktor stopped mid-sentence.

'Huh?'

He blinked at the text. Read it again. Then a third time.

'My Lady?'

The system had never called anyone that before. Ever. It called him "Host." Called the wives "Vessels" or "Proxies" or "Targets." But never—

'My Lady.'

Viktor's gaze shifted back to Helena.

She still sat there. Waiting. Patient. But there was something different about her now that he looked closer.

Her posture. The way she held herself. The sharpness in her brown eyes.

She looked... 'powerful.'

Not physically—though her body had clearly changed due to him fucking her. But something else. Something deeper. Like she'd stepped into a role she was always meant to fill.

Viktor swallowed.

Mira, still impaled on his cock, felt it twitch again inside her. She whimpered, too exhausted to do anything but lie there and feel him swell.

Helena tilted her head slightly.

"Young Master?" she repeated, her voice softer now. Almost... coaxing. "Please?"

Viktor's tail—thick, black, ending in that spaded purple tip—twitched behind him.

He gulped.

'Why the hell does she suddenly look so fuckable hot?!'

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