Viktor stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door with a soft 'click' behind him. He leaned against it for a moment, exhaling slowly.

The hallway was quiet. Morning light filtered through the windows, casting warm rectangles across the stone floor.

He needed to clear his head. To separate the demonic influence from his own thoughts and desires. Last night had been... intense. And not entirely him.

He took a step forward—

Thud

And immediately collided with something soft.

"Oh!"

Mira stumbled backward, her massive breasts bouncing from the impact. Her hands flew up to steady herself against the wall.

Viktor's hands shot out instinctively, catching her waist to keep her from falling.

"What were you doing here, husband?" Mira asked, her green eyes wide and innocent. Too innocent.

Viktor narrowed his eyes, studying her face. She was wearing a tight greenish-brown dress that hugged every curve—specifically her massive chest, her thick waist, her wide hips. The fabric strained across her breasts, her nipples already visibly hard, tenting the material.

She'd been waiting for him. Obviously.

"You already know," Viktor said flatly, shaking his head. "Why act?"

His hand moved before he could stop it—fingers finding her nipple through the fabric and pinching.

"Ahn!" Mira whimpered, her hand stumbling forward to press against his bare, muscular chest for support.

Viktor pulled. Her nipple stretched obscenely through the dress—at least an inch long, thick and swollen from pregnancy.

"I'm sorry!" Mira gasped, her voice breathless. "I was just teasing you!"

Viktor paused, then released her nipple. He sighed, his expression softening.

Then he pulled her into his arms.

Mira melted into the hug immediately, her soft, pillowy body pressing against his hard planes. She was all curves—heavy breasts squashing against his chest, round belly pressing into his abs, thick thighs brushing his legs.

Warmth radiated from her. Comfort. Safety.

Viktor felt his cock stirring, but it was different from last night. Not the aggressive, demonic lust that had driven him to ravage Elara for hours. This was softer. Gentler. The desire to hold his wife, to be inside her, to connect.

He wrapped his arms around her, one hand sliding down to cup her massive ass cheek. The flesh overflowed his palm, soft and yielding.

His tail unwrapped from his waist, coiling around hers instead, pulling her even closer.

"Mira," Viktor said quietly, his voice carrying a weight that made her look up at him. "Do you think... trying to manipulate and force a woman to spread her legs by cornering her... doesn't that make me no different from those trashy noblemen?"

Even as he asked, his hand was squeezing her ass possessively. His fingers traced the outline of her thick, puffy labia through the dress—the fabric so tight it showed every detail of her pussy.

Mira's breath hitched. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her thick body easily held by his strength. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist like a koala clinging to a tree.

Her belly pressed against his abs. His hard cock—quickly stiffening—pressed against that same belly, trapped between their bodies.

She looked into his eyes—those dark purple-tinged eyes that could be both terrifying and tender.

"You're asking the wrong question," Mira said softly, her hand stroking his cheek.

Viktor started walking, carrying her effortlessly. He moved through the hallway, down the stairs, toward the garden. Mira didn't question it—just held on, trusting him completely.

"Women aren't simple creatures, husband," Mira continued, her voice taking on a thoughtful quality. "We're taught to be demure, to wait for men to make the first move, to never express desire openly. But..."

They exited into the garden. The artificial sun was warm on Viktor's bare shoulders. In the distance, Rusty and Rustina were working on the forge construction, their gelatinous bodies shaping stone and metal.

They didn't even glance over. Completely ignoring the master and his wife.

Viktor walked toward the crystal-clear pond at the garden's edge—a feature he'd added recently for aesthetic purposes.

"But?" he prompted, stepping into the water.

The cool liquid lapped at his calves, then his thighs as he waded deeper. His towel clung to his hips, becoming translucent.

Mira's dress absorbed the water instantly, the fabric darkening and clinging to every curve. Her massive breasts became even more visible, nipples prominent. The outline of her pussy was now perfectly defined.

"But we want it just as much as men do," Mira said, her lips brushing his ear. "More, even. Our capacity for pleasure is greater. We can orgasm multiple times. Our bodies are designed for it."

Viktor sat down in the water, the level reaching his thighs. Mira remained in his lap, straddling him, her weight settling comfortably.

"Women feel lust constantly," Mira continued, her hands roaming his chest. "We just hide it better. Society demands we hide it. But when a strong man—a powerful man—takes charge..."

She kissed his muscular chest, her lips trailing over his pecs.

"...we feel safe enough to let that lust out."

Her lips moved to his cheek, planting soft kisses.

"You're in a grey zone, husband," Mira admitted, her green eyes meeting his. "Your methods are... aggressive. Manipulative, even. But..."

She slowly descended in the water, her hands sliding down his abs. She tugged his wet towel away, tossing it onto the pond's edge.

His cock sprang free, fully erect, the head breaching the water's surface.

"...if you were humble and gentle, letting women come to you naturally, they would only stay for your power. For what you can give them." Mira kissed his abs, her tongue tracing the defined muscles. "They wouldn't stay for you."

Her hands wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly beneath the water.

"Women choose bad boys all the time," Mira said, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "We know they're trouble. We know we'll probably regret it. But we choose them anyway."

She looked up at him, her face hovering above his cock.

"Why?" Viktor asked, genuinely curious.

"Because we're bored," Mira said simply. "Because nice guys are predictable. Because bad boys make us feel something. Adventure. Danger. Excitement."

She lowered her head, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock.

"Mmnh..."

"And there's a filthy secret women don't admit," Mira continued, her breath hot against his sensitive flesh. "We don't want gentle lovemaking all the time. We want to be taken. Claimed. Dominated."

She opened her mouth wide, taking his entire cock head inside.

'Schlorp.'

Viktor groaned, his head tilting back to look at the artificial blue sky above.

Mira's mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling expertly. She took him deeper, inch by inch, her throat opening to accommodate his girth.

"Glkk... mmph..."

Her massive breasts floated in the water, buoyant and beautiful. Her thick body was submerged, curves distorted by the ripples.

She looked up at him while sucking, maintaining eye contact. Her green eyes were filled with devotion and lust.

"Mhira—" Viktor started.

She pulled off with a 'pop', gasping for air. "So—mmph—without a doubt—glkk—if a woman surrenders to you—"

She took him back in her mouth, deep-throating him with practiced skill.

"—you should fuck her—hnng—melt her brain—mmph—to know if she's telling the truth or not!"

Her words were broken, muffled by his cock stretching her lips and throat.

Viktor chuckled, the sound low and dark. He looked down at her—his small, hippo-like, hot wife submerged in water, her curves visible through the clear liquid, her mouth stuffed full of his cock.

"Indeed," he murmured, laying his head back against the pond's edge. "I expected no less from you, Mira."

His hand came to rest on her head, fingers threading through her wet hair. Not forcing—just present. Guiding gently.

Mira hummed around his cock, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting up his spine. She increased her pace, bobbing her head faster, her hands stroking what she couldn't fit.

Gluck-gluck-gluck.

The wet sounds mixed with the gentle lapping of water, with Rusty's distant chirps, with the artificial breeze rustling leaves.

Viktor closed his eyes, feeling the tension from last night finally releasing.

Mira was a pervert, so he doubted whether all women thought like that, but some did.

At least for him, her words indicated that he was in a gray zone. His methods were questionable at best, but fuck morals.

She was right; the peace to fuck, rest while getting sucked off by wives who could tell him how he was messing up, was good enough to cover up medd he creates outside.

"Make sure to drink every drop," he pressured his hand, grabbing her hair more tightly as he continued drifting in soft sleep, "or it will float in water..."

"Mmmnngg.... Y-...yesh... Darling~♡~!!"

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