Chapter 420 - 419- Six Sluts on the Edge
"’AAAHNN~!!! Haahn~!! ANNNGHH~!!!’"
’Pah. PAH. PAH.’
"’Young Master— I—’ it’s ’burning’—" Her voice cracked. "’It burns, please— Young Master— gently—’"
’PAAAH—’
"’HIEKK~!!!!’"
On Helena’s left, Viktor’s free hand found Mira. His tail extracted itself from Bella with a wet sound that made Bella inhale sharply, then found the entrance of Elara’s pussy instead.
The simultaneous sensory information was: Helena shaking against his cock, Mira’s hip warm under his left palm, Elara’s sudden "’Mnngh~—!!’" from further down the line as his tail seated itself inside her.
He drove into Mira.
’Pah.’
"’Hngh~—’" Mira’s jaw clenched. She had positioned for this. She had been the one to initiate this entire event and she was not going to give him the satisfaction of—
’PAH.’
"’AHNN~!!!!’"
He had gone deep. Past where the morning had trained her, into the territory she was always slightly surprised existed, and her forehead hit the stone and her legs trembled and her dignity sat down somewhere and waited.
’PAH. PAH. PAH.’
"’Hngh~!! Ungh~!! Haahn~!!’"
"’Viktor,’" Mira managed, in the voice she used when she was going to maintain her argument through a natural disaster, "’this— this is not— the agreed-upon— Hngh~!— entrance—’"
"No," Viktor agreed.
"’The ’other’—’"
"I know which other."
"’Then why—’"
’PAAAH—’
"’AAANGHH~!!!!’"
She said nothing else coherent for the next thirty seconds.
Down the line, the sounds multiplied.
Bella’s tail had gone rigid, her silver hair cascading forward, both hands gripping the stone so hard the knuckles had gone white. Viktor’s hand had found her hip.
His thumb pressed against the entrance she’d been offering and not the entrance she’d perhaps expected him to prioritize.
"’Master— no— ’not that one’— the ’other’—’"
’Pah.’
"’HAAHN~?!’"
"’—It’s the WRONG HOLE—’ Master— I will ’actually’— I will bite you—"
’PAH.’
"’ANNNGHH~!!!!’" The bite she’d threatened became a prolonged yowl of outrage. "’MY TAIL FEELS IT FROM THE INSIDE— VIKTOR—’"
"Mm." He rolled his hips. "Very tight."
"’THAT’S BECAUSE IT’S THE WRONG ONE—’" Her voice cracked completely. "’—Haaahn~— I— ’why’— why does it—’"
’PAH. PAH.’
"’Oungh~!! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!’"
Her legs gave out. She was supported entirely by the stone ledge and Viktor’s grip on her hip, and the sounds she was making were no longer composed of language.
Kaida had been watching peripherally.
She turned her face further into the stone when she realized this would not be the sparing experience she’d planned for.
"’If you do ’that’ to me,’" Kaida said, to the rock, "’I will resign as your wife.’"
"You said that last week."
"’I mean it this time.’"
"Mm." Viktor’s hand found her hip. Her body tensed with the full anticipatory awareness of a warrior who understood trajectory. "’Kaida.’"
"’Do not— Viktor— I am ’warning’—’"
’Pah.’
"’—HNGH~—’" Her whole spine curved. "’That— ’that’ is—’" A pause while her nervous system processed. "’You went in the right one.’"
"I know."
"’...Oh.’" The word came out soft and slightly relieved. "’That’s— yes. That’s—’"
’PAH.’
"’Ahnn~—!!’"
’PAH. PAH.’
"’Hngh~!! HAAHN~!!’"
Her crimson eyes went heart-shaped within four thrusts. She buried her face in her arms.
"’We apologize,’" she said, into her elbow, strangled. "’Husband.’"
"’Mhm,’" Mira echoed, her face against the stone, her voice the specific pitch of a woman both being punished and refusing to admit it felt like anything other than punishment.
"’We apologize,’" Helena added, tearfully, from further right. "’Young Master, we truly— we did not— the ’other hole’ is going to be— ’Haaahn~!!!’—’"
"’Apologize,’" Bella confirmed, croakily, apparently on behalf of everyone. "’We completely— we all— we take back— all of it—’"
’PAAAH—’
"AAANGHH~!!! ALL OF IT, HUSBAND—"
Elara made no speech.
Elara simply gripped the stone and made a sound with every thrust that went: "’Oungh~!! Oungh~!! Oungh~!!’" — three syllables, precisely, with the rhythmic urgency of her succubus-touched body processing Viktor’s incubus energy at a volume that was making Rustina’s glow spike pink-white at the edge.
The tail was inside her. The tail had been there since the second minute.
The rest of Elara’s vocabulary had gone somewhere private.
"’Oungh~!! OUNGH~!! HIAEKKK~!!!!’"
’PAH. PAH. PAAAH—’
Her eyes blazed heart-shaped. Snapped back. Blazed. She stopped fighting it.
"’More,’" she said, with both voices, simultaneously, and then covered her own mouth with one hand because she’d surprised herself.
Olivia was last.
Her enormous breasts were crushed flat against the stone ledge. Her thick hips were raised. Her blonde hair had completely curtained her face. When Viktor’s hand found her hip she made a small intake of breath that was very carefully composed.
"’My lord,’" she said, in the measured tone of someone attempting to maintain clarity. "’The ’available’ entrance would be the—’"
He pressed against the other one.
"’—That one is not— my lord— I— that entrance has never—’"
Viktor was gentle. Briefly. The incubus calibrated precisely against her untried resistance, measured the resistance, considered it.
He pushed.
"’AAAANGHH~—!?!’"
"’Very tight,’" Viktor observed, for the fourth time this morning.
"OF COURSE IT IS’—’" Olivia’s composure — the priestess, the trained healer, the woman who had survived a crocodile and a cliff and weeks of Viktor — dissolved completely. "’It’s never— that’s never had— my lord— it’s ’burning’—’"
’Pah. PAH.’
"’Haaahn~!! OUNGH~—!!!’"
"’We ’told’ you,’" Mira said, to the stone, somewhere to Olivia’s left, between her own sounds. "’We told you from the beginning.’"
"’I didn’t think he meant—’" Olivia started.
’PAH.’
"’ANNNGHH~!!!!’"
"’He means everything,’" Helena said, warmly, her face completely sideways on the ledge, tears drying on her cheeks, her voice carrying the specific gentleness of a woman with nineteen years of very relevant context. "’He ’always’ means everything.’"
"’You will destroy our holes,’" Kaida said, into her arm. It was not a complaint. It had moved past complaint into something more like a weather report.
"’Husband—’" Mira again, her voice cracked at the end in a way she would be editing out of all future recollections. "’You will— ’destroy’— we are very— ’sorry’—’"
’PAH. PAH. PAH. PAAAH—’
The sound that came from the entire line simultaneously was not composed of individual voices. It was simply sound, rising from six women into the warm morning air of Helena’s garden, mixing with the water and the flowers and the lazy amber glow of two slimes absorbing the densest sustained release of sexual energy the garden had seen since dawn.
Rusty’s mass had nearly doubled.
Rustina was a solid pink sun.
Time moved.
The water in the pond cooled by a degree. The flowers continued blooming. The birds that Helena had coaxed into the garden had, by now, migrated unanimously to the other side of the floor.
Viktor stood at the center of the water, which had gone still again.
He rolled his neck.
’Crack. Pop. Crack.’
Behind him, at the stone ledge, six women were in various stages of remembering how their legs worked. Or deciding whether they intended to try.
Helena had slid down the ledge to sitting, her enormous breasts resting on the stone lip, her eyes half-closed, her breathing deep and even. The pregnancy curve of her belly gleamed in the water. Her expression was the specific warm devastation of a woman who had received everything she’d asked for and slightly more than she’d anticipated.
Mira was still braced against the ledge on her forearms, forehead on her wrists, dark hair fallen forward. She was breathing through her nose with deliberate measured calm. Calculating something. Running some number she would not share.
Bella had slid fully sideways, her back against the stone, tail curled around her own waist, golden eyes pointed at the garden ceiling. She was purring, involuntarily, with the deep low frequency of a cat too tired to stop. Her small belly — the slight early swell of it — rose and fell.
Kaida was standing. She had her spine straight and her shoulders back and her arms crossed and her crimson eyes directed somewhere above Viktor’s head at a specific patch of air that she had decided was very important to monitor. Her legs were not quite steady. She was committed to the performance of steadiness and it was going moderately.
Elara had both arms on the ledge and her face between them and was making no attempt to do anything else.
Olivia had pressed herself into the corner of the stone steps and the ledge with both knees together and her hands in her lap and her blonde hair completely covering her face. She was performing invisibility with the fervor of a woman who had lost her entire conceptual framework and was waiting for it to come back.
Viktor looked at all of them.
"We’re leaving in thirty minutes," he said.
"’Mhm,’" six voices said, from various positions and with varying degrees of coherence.