Viktor's chest tightened.
'Fuck.'
He leaned forward, closing the last inch of distance between them.
Their lips met.
Soft at first. Gentle. A brush of skin against skin.
Then deeper.
Viktor's hand came up to cup the back of Helena's head, fingers tangling in her brown hair. His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him.
Helena's mouth opened with a soft gasp, and Viktor's tongue slid inside.
She tasted like tears and sleep and something uniquely 'her'—earthy and warm and 'home.'
Helena moaned softly into his mouth, her thick body melting against his. Her breasts pressed harder against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin beneath the water.
Their tongues met. Tangled. Explored.
Not rushed. Not desperate.
Just... 'connected.'
Viktor sucked on her bottom lip gently before releasing it with a soft 'pop.'
Helena's eyes fluttered open, half-lidded, pupils blown wide.
"Master..." she breathed.
"Viktor," he corrected softly. "Call me Viktor when we're alone."
Helena's lips trembled. "...Viktor."
He smiled. "Yeah..."
His hands moved underwater, sliding down her back to grip her ass again. He squeezed gently, kneading the soft flesh, fingers tracing the line of her crack.
Helena's breath hitched. Her hips rolled slightly, grinding her pussy against his cock beneath the water.
"We should wash," Viktor murmured, though he made no move to stop touching her.
"Mm-hm..." Helena nodded, but didn't pull away either as slowly shifted her hips back, üsing his hand to lift herself slowly.
# Chapter: Morning Intimacy
Helena's hands moved beneath the water.
Her fingers found Viktor's cock—thick, hard, throbbing against her belly. She wrapped her hand around the base, feeling the heat of him even through the warm water.
"Helena..." Viktor's voice was low. "You don't have to—"
"I want to."
Her brown eyes met his. Determined. Despite the lingering tears, despite the vulnerability, there was 'want' there.
She lifted herself slowly, using Viktor's shoulders for leverage. Her thick thighs trembled with the effort, water sloshing gently around them.
Viktor's hands moved to support her hips, but she shook her head.
"Let me..." Helena's voice was breathy. "I want to... feel you more."
Viktor's eyes darkened. His cock twitched in her grip, pre-cum leaking from the tip, mixing with the bathwater.
Helena positioned herself above him. Her hand guided his cockhead to her entrance, the swollen tip brushing against her labia.
She tried to lower herself.
Resistance.
"Nnh—" Helena's face scrunched up. Her pussy—despite having been thoroughly fucked yesterday, despite being stretched and filled and 'used'—was still tight. The angle was awkward. The water made everything slippery.
She adjusted. Tried again.
Viktor watched her struggle. Saw how her massive breasts heaved with each frustrated breath. How her brown nipples—hard and pointed—stood out against her pale skin just inches from his face.
His mouth watered.
"Helena, seriously, you don't need to force—"
"I 'want' to feel you more," Helena repeated, voice strained. Her hand tightened around his cock, angling it slightly different. "I want to... to take you myself. To—'nnh'—"
Viktor's resolve broke.
His mouth opened. His head dipped forward.
And he 'latched' onto her right nipple.
"'AH—!'"
Helena's entire body jolted. Her back arched, pushing her breast further into Viktor's mouth.
He sucked.
Hard.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking, teasing, before his lips sealed completely and he 'pulled.'
Spurt.
Milk flooded his mouth.
Not a trickle. A 'flood.' Thick, warm, sweet—filling his mouth instantly, overflowing, dripping down his chin.
Viktor swallowed. Gulped. Kept sucking.
Helena's milk was... different than he remembered. Richer. Like it had been enhanced by all the cum he'd pumped into her, all the transformations her body had undergone.
It tasted like 'life.'
"'Hnngh—V-Viktor—!'"
Helena's pussy 'gushed.'
Fresh arousal mixed with the bathwater, coating Viktor's cock where she still held it. Her hand trembled, grip loosening slightly as pleasure shot through her body.
Viktor's cock responded.
It 'throbbed' in her grip. Swelled even more. The veins along the shaft stood out prominently, pulsing with each heartbeat.
Hard as steel. Thick as her wrist. Ready.
Helena felt it. Felt how it had gotten impossibly harder, hotter, 'bigger.'
She angled it again. Positioned the swollen cockhead against her entrance.
And 'pushed down.'
Schlick.
The tip breached her.
"'Ahhh—'" Helena's head lolled back, mouth falling open.
Viktor kept sucking. Kept drinking. His hands moved to grip her ass, supporting her weight as she slowly, 'slowly' sank down.
Inch by inch.
Her pussy stretched. The walls—trained yesterday to accommodate him—still needed time to adjust. To remember. To 'accept' the intrusion.
Viktor released her nipple with a wet 'pop.' Milk dribbled down his chin, dripped onto the water below.
He looked down between their bodies.
Watched as his thick cock disappeared inside her. Watched as her pink pussy lips stretched obscenely around his girth, clinging to him, pulling him deeper.
"'Fuck'..." Viktor's voice was hoarse. "Helena, you're so 'tight'—"
"'Hnngh—it's—it's because—ahh—'"
Helena couldn't finish the sentence.
Her thighs finally touched his. Her ass settled onto his lap, his balls pressed against her, and—
KISS.
His cockhead pressed directly against her cervix.
Deep. So deep. Like he'd rearranged her guts yesterday and her body had 'memorized' the shape of him. Molded itself to fit him perfectly.
"'HAAAH—'"
Helena's arms flew around Viktor's neck, clutching desperately. Her massive breasts—one still leaking milk—pressed against his chest.
She was 'full.'
Completely. Utterly. Every inch of him buried inside her pussy, stretching her, claiming her.
Viktor's hands moved from her ass to her back, pulling her close. His face buried in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent—earth and flowers and 'woman.'
"You okay?" he murmured against her skin.
Helena nodded shakily. "Y-yes... I just... I needed this. Needed to feel you. To know you're 'here.'"
Viktor's chest tightened.
He pressed a kiss to her neck. Then another. Soft. Gentle.
"I'm here," he whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."
They stayed like that for a moment. Connected. The water lapping gently around them, steam rising, morning sunlight filtering through the walls.
Then Viktor spoke.
"You can use those Clap Points, you know." His voice was soft. Sincere. "I don't have a problem with it."
He meant it.
Fuck the points. If spending them made Helena happy, made her feel powerful, made her smile—then what was the point of hoarding them?
Helena's breath hitched.
She pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes. Her brown eyes were glassy, emotional.
"Will you..." Her voice was small. "Will you be gentle with me if I told you something?"
Viktor blinked. "...Yes?"
Helena's face flushed deeper. She averted her gaze, unable to maintain eye contact.
And then she 'moved.'
Her hands gripped Viktor's shoulders. Her thick thighs tensed.
She lifted herself.
Schlick—schlick—schlick—
Viktor's eight-inch cock emerged from her pussy inch by inch. The thick shaft glistened with her juices, visible even through the water. The swollen head caught on her inner walls, dragging against sensitive spots that made her gasp.
Half out. Six inches visible. Just the head still inside—
Helena 'slammed' back down.
PHACK!
Her ass cheeks hit his thighs. His cock buried itself to the hilt. His cockhead 'punched' against her cervix.
"'HNNGH~♡'"
Helena's moan was 'obscene.' Her eyes rolled back slightly. Her mouth fell open in a perfect 'O.' Her entire body shuddered.
Viktor felt it—the way her pussy 'clenched' around him. Milking. Squeezing. Like it was trying to pull him even deeper despite there being nowhere left to go.
And then—
[System Alert]
A translucent window materialized in front of Viktor's face.
[1 Clap Point Added for Goddess of Gaia Proxy]
''Huh?''
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