Chapter 414 - 413 - Throwing Wives in Ecstasy
Viktor waded toward her. The water dropped to his thighs as he reached the shelf. He looked at her once — her small body, her delicate collarbone, the slight visible round of early pregnancy that pulled the skin of her lower belly taut in a way that wasn’t a belly yet but was undeniably ’something’ — and something in his chest registered it the way it always registered the evidence of what he’d made.
He stepped between her legs.
"Purring already," he said.
"I’m not—" The purr was audible. Her ears flattened. "That’s just how I breathe."
"Mm." He gripped her hips and pulled her to the shelf’s edge.
"’Mm’ — ’Viktor’—" Her breath caught when his tip found her entrance, and the irritation in her voice inverted itself into something else entirely. "Oh— ’oh’— you’re still— from before— you’re still—"
He pushed in.
’"Haahn~—!!"’
Her back arched off the rock shelf, her tail going rigid, her cat ears snapping fully back. The water sloshed as her hips lifted. Her small breasts — those slight soft things that tightened and stiffened at every touch — rose out of the water as she arched, nipples hard and flushed, and Viktor’s tail — freshly returned from Kaida — wound around her left breast without asking permission.
"’—Nngh!’" Bella’s eyes went wide. Her hands found his forearms. "The tail is— don’t— I can’t— when you do ’both’—"
The tail squeezed, gently.
"’Ahnn~!’"
’Pah. Pah.’
"Viktor—" Her voice dropped from protest to something lower, rougher, the catgirl consonants thickening as her reasoning went somewhere else. "’There’— ’right there’— don’t stop, don’t stop, ’Hngh~!’—"
’PAH.’
"’EAAHNN~!’"
Her claws extended. Four thin red lines appeared on Viktor’s forearm that healed in seconds, the incubus regeneration quietly erasing the evidence.
Helena had drifted to the edge of the action, standing waist-deep with her hands resting on her pregnant belly, watching with the warm, unseeing patience of a woman who had accepted completely that she would get everything she needed eventually and was content to watch the rest in the meantime. Her heavy breasts floated on the water’s surface, the pale nipples still leaking faint threads of milk that dissolved into the pond. Her brown eyes tracked Viktor’s movements with that particular maternal devotion that had nothing maternal about it from this angle.
Mira had collected herself from the rock and drifted to Helena’s side. Her green eyes were clearer now, that post-orgasm sharpness returning quickly — Mira’s brain never stayed offline long. She watched Viktor pound Bella into the shelf with the clinical satisfaction of a woman who had orchestrated and approved of this entire morning.
"She’s going to leave claw marks," Mira observed.
"She always leaves claw marks," Helena said pleasantly.
"He regenerates."
"Mm."
They stood together. Mira’s shoulder touched Helena’s. Both of their rounded bellies swayed gently in the water, side by side, a fact neither of them commented on because it had already become simply true.
"Kaida is sulking," Mira noted.
Kaida, who was standing three feet away with her arms crossed and the expression of a warrior who had been seen in a moment of weakness and was reprocessing it, said: "I’m not sulking."
"Your left eye is twitching."
"That’s— training reflex."
"’Mm.’"
Elara had finally gotten into the water. She stood at the near edge, pink hair floating around her shoulders, pink eyes watching everything with the wide and slightly overwhelmed expression of a woman who had, technically, done all of this before — her body was proof of it, that slight early curve of demonic pregnancy already firmer than the others on her smaller frame — but whose brain still had not fully caught up with what her body had apparently decided to commit to.
She had her arms over her chest. Not from modesty, at this point. From the specific vulnerability of being the only woman not currently attached to Viktor.
"Elara."
She startled. Her eyes found him.
Viktor had lifted Bella off the shelf, which had made Bella make a sound of protest and hook her legs around his waist until she realized he wasn’t withdrawing, just repositioning. He carried her to shallower water without breaking the connection, Bella clinging to his chest with a purr that was completely involuntary, and he looked at Elara over Bella’s silver hair.
"Come here."
"I—" Pink flush. "I’m already— I’m right—"
"Here, Elara."
She came. Of course she came. Because when he said it like that — quiet, certain, no room for the doubt to find a foothold — her body moved on its own, the half-succubus blood in her responding to the incubus command with a heat she couldn’t parse from desire.
She stopped in front of him. Close enough to feel the warmth of the water displaced by his movement. Her pink eyes looked up at his face.
"Turn around," Viktor said, softer now.
"...Okay," Elara whispered.
She turned.
His hands found her hips from behind, and his cock found her entrance, and the sound she made was not a word.
"’Mnngh~—!’"
He drove in.
’Pah.’
"’Hah—!’"
’Pah.’
"’Ahnn~!’"
’PAH.’
"’HNGH~!!! Vik— wait— I— my— it’s too much— I’m still—’" Her hands shot out to grab nothing, finding water. Her pink tail wrapped around his wrist automatically. The slender thing coiled there with the instinct of something that knew where safe was. "’’Wait’—"
"You’re not getting wait," Viktor said. He leaned forward over her back, one hand spreading flat on her pregnant belly — that firm, tighter swell of her demonic pregnancy — and pressed.
"’AAAHNN~!’"
The succubus blood in Elara lit up like a flame fed air. Her eyes flashed heart-shapes and snapped back, flashed and snapped back, the possession not taking hold but the edge of it blurring her expression into something raw and urgent and entirely past composure.
"’More—’" she said, and the voice wasn’t quite only hers. "’More, ’please’—’"
Viktor obliged.
’PAH. PAH. PAAAH—’
"’Oungh~!! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!’"
Bella had settled herself against Viktor’s side again, arms draped around his neck from behind, legs wrapped loosely around his back, riding the motion of his thrusts into Elara with her chin on his shoulder and her tail swishing lazily. Her golden eyes were soft and satisfied and watching Elara fall apart with the benign interest of a cat watching something that didn’t concern it.
"She always does the heart-eyes thing," Bella said conversationally.
"’I don’t—’" Elara started.
"You were doing them just now."
"The ’succession’ was—"
"’Succubus,’" Mira corrected from the edge, unhelpfully.
"’That’—"
’PAH.’
"’Haahn~!!’" Elara’s argument ended.
Then it was Kaida.
She didn’t wait to be called this time. She waded to Viktor’s front with the purposeful stride of a warrior reclaiming ground, her crimson eyes direct and clear and carrying that particular light that only appeared when she’d decided the dignity of waiting was costing her more than the dignity of acting. She put both hands on Viktor’s jaw.
"My turn," she said.
"Patient," Viktor said.
"I’ve been patient." Her jaw set. "I counted."
He looked at her for a moment. Then, with the deliberate choreography of a man who had learned his wives’ bodies the way architects learned load-bearing walls, he withdrew from Elara — who made an immediate and unhappy sound — and turned to Kaida.
She was already turning, hands going back to the rock ledge the way Mira’s had, back arching with the instinct of a body that knew what came next. Her firm ass broke the water’s surface. Pale, flushed, the warrior muscle of her thighs visible even in the shimmer of the water.
Viktor positioned himself.
He pushed.
He pushed.
"’—Nngh—’" Kaida’s head dropped between her shoulders. Her knuckles whitened on the stone. "Yes. ’There.’" Her voice was flat and controlled and her hips were already rocking back against him. "’There,’ Viktor—"
’Pah. PAH.’
"’Hngh~! Ahnn~!’"