Chapter 426 - 425- Bandits are too Overwhelmed
Her own breathing had turned shallow. The leather of her vest felt too tight across her chest.
One of the older women, a veteran scout named Mira—no relation to Viktor’s wife, but the coincidence made her scowl internally—muttered under her breath, "He’s got her pinned like he owns the whole damn forest. And that tail... what even is he?"
Viktor’s hips snapped forward one last time, grinding deep into the soft valley of Gwen’s cleavage. The friction was perfect—warm, slick, yielding. Gwen’s protests melted into a muffled keen. "N-not... there... ahh..."
But he was already past the edge.
Then, without warning, the world blurred.
Viktor teleported.
One moment he was grinding between Gwen’s breasts in the pond, the head of his cock nudging her parted lips. The next, cool forest air kissed his wet skin as he materialized directly behind Captain Lira.
She was bent forward on all fours, ass raised high in her tight, worn leather trousers that hugged every curve like a second skin, face pressed to the grass as she peeked through the blades. Her red hair had fallen loose from its tie, framing her scarred jaw.
"Hi," Viktor said cheerfully, voice still rough from the near-orgasm.
Lira flinched so hard her bow clattered against a root. She whipped around on her knees, eyes huge with shock and something far more dangerous. "W-wait?! How did you—?!"
He was already there—naked, cock still glistening from Gwen’s cleavage, throbbing angrily in the open air, the thick vein along the underside pulsing visibly. The crimson tip was flared, slick, and aimed straight at her face.
The bandit leader’s face was perfectly level with it.
Thick ropes of hot cum erupted across her shocked expression.
Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.
One thick stripe painted her left cheek in a glossy white arc. Another landed straight across her open mouth, coating her tongue with salty heat. A third heavy glob landed on her nose and dripped slowly down onto her scarred jaw, sliding toward her collarbone. The rest splattered her red hair in messy streaks and painted the front of her leather vest in claiming bursts.
Lira’s hand flew to her face, fingers smearing the warm seed across her skin. The scent—musky, masculine, overwhelming—filled her nostrils. "You bastard!" she roared, voice cracking with equal parts fury and stunned arousal. Her tongue darted out involuntarily, tasting him before she could stop herself.
Viktor stood there, chest heaving, tail lazily curling around his own waist again, cock still twitching as the last weak spurt landed on her collarbone and slid down into the valley of her cleavage. He gave her a lazy, satisfied grin, dark eyes half-lidded with afterglow.
"You shouldn’t be disturbing a couple’s mating session," he said, voice perfectly calm, like he’d just commented on the weather. "It’s rude."
Behind him, in the pond, Gwen was still slumped against the stone shelf, dress askew, breasts heaving with every ragged breath, cheeks flaming crimson. Her wrists were free now, but she made no move to cover herself immediately. Instead, she stared at the chaos unfolding on the bank, a mix of mortification and lingering heat swirling in her violet eyes. "Viktor... you... you unbelievable idiot..." she whispered, but there was no real venom left. Her thighs still trembled under the water.
The rest of the bandits erupted into chaos.
Shouts broke the stunned silence. Bows half-raised. Some women froze in place with flushed faces and parted lips, thighs visibly clenched together. One of the younger ones dropped her dagger entirely, staring at the cum-streaked leader with wide eyes.
’He just... came on the captain’s face,’ the freckled bandit thought, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping her. ’And she’s not even wiping it off right away. Look at how it’s dripping...’
The tall brunette shifted, her own trousers suddenly feeling too tight. ’That cock is still hard. Even after that. What kind of monster is he?’
Lira wiped at her face with the back of her hand, but it only smeared the evidence more. Her voice came out hoarse. "You... you teleported right behind me. How the hell—"
Viktor shrugged, the motion making his broad shoulders roll and his still-hard cock bob slightly. "Magic. Incubus perks. You were peeking too obviously. Figured I’d give you a closer look."
Gwen’s voice carried from the pond, sharper now as she yanked her dress back into place, though the wet fabric still clung indecently. "Viktor! Get back here! This is not how we handle bandits!"
He glanced over his shoulder, winking. "Relax, princess. Trap worked. They’re all here, and now they know exactly what they interrupted."
Lira staggered to her feet, cum still glistening on her cheek. Her hand went to the hilt of her shortsword, but the motion was unsteady. "You think you can just— just defile me in front of my crew and walk away? I’ll have your head for this, you perverted—"
"Defile?" Viktor laughed, low and rich. "You were the one with your ass in the air, captain. Looked like you were enjoying the show. Don’t pretend your thighs aren’t shaking right now."
Lira’s face burned brighter than her hair. She could feel the sticky warmth sliding down her neck, the way it made her vest cling even more obscenely. ’He’s right,’ a traitorous voice in her head whispered. ’It’s still warm... and the smell...’ She shook her head hard. "Shut up! Girls—nock arrows! Take him down!"
But the command lacked its usual bite. Half the women hesitated, eyes flicking between Viktor’s naked form and the way Gwen was now standing in the pond, dress plastered to her curves, silver hair dripping. The elf’s cheeks were still flushed, her lips swollen from the kiss.
The petite crossbow wielder whispered to no one in particular, "He’s got a tail... and that mark on his stomach... it’s glowing. Like he’s not even human."
Viktor took a casual step forward, completely unbothered by the dozen weapons now pointed his way. Water still dripped from his skin, tracing rivulets down the defined lines of his abs. His cock, softening only slightly, hung heavy between his thighs. "Easy there. You came to us, remember? Following us since the junction. I counted twelve. Nice formation, by the way. High ground, sniper in the northeast oak—smart. But you got greedy."
Gwen splashed out of the pond, wringing water from her hair with one hand while the other clutched her bow, now retrieved from the bank. She looked equal parts furious and flustered. "You planned this from the start, didn’t you? The bath, the kiss, the... the everything. Just to draw them out."
He turned to her, tail flicking playfully against her hip as she approached. "Worked, didn’t it? Now we know who sent them. Or at least, we can ask nicely." His voice dropped, teasing. "Besides, you were melting pretty nicely in my arms back there. Don’t think I didn’t feel those little moans."
Gwen’s ears twitched. "I was not—! It was an act, you oaf. For the trap." But her protest came out breathy, and she avoided his eyes. Internally, she cursed the heat still simmering in her core. ’Damn him. Damn that kiss. Damn the way his hands felt on me...’
Lira wiped her face again, more aggressively this time, but the evidence refused to vanish. "Enough games. Who the hell are you two? This is Harfield territory. We run it now. No one passes without paying the toll."
Viktor’s grin widened. "Toll? Funny. I thought we just paid it in full." He gestured lazily at the cum on her face.
One of the bandits—a quiet woman with a ponytail and a scar across her lip—let out a soft, involuntary sound, almost a giggle muffled behind her hand. ’He’s got balls the size of melons. Talking to the captain like that after... after marking her.’
The group shifted uneasily. The two men looked ready to bolt, but the women... most of them were staring. At him. At the way his body moved with casual power. At the tail that curled and uncurled like it had a mind of its own.
Gwen nocked an arrow, bowstring drawn halfway. "Viktor. Enough showing off. We need answers, not more of your... exhibitions."
He stepped closer to Lira, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. "Tell you what, captain. You answer a few questions—nicely—and I won’t teleport behind every one of your girls and give them the same greeting. Deal?"
Lira’s eyes narrowed, but her breath hitched. The taste of him lingered on her tongue. ’Bastard. He’s enjoying this.’ "You’re outnumbered. We could still—"
"Could you?" Viktor interrupted, voice smooth. "Because from where I’m standing, half your crew looks like they’d rather watch than fight right now."
The freckled bandit shifted again, thighs pressing together. ’He’s not wrong... that cock... even soft it’s intimidating. What would it feel like if he— no. Stop.’
Gwen lowered her bow slightly, glancing at the women. She saw the flush on their faces, the way some bit their lips, the subtle clench of legs. ’They’re... affected. All of them. What kind of man does this to trained bandits?’
The forest air hung heavy with tension—water dripping from leaves, the distant call of birds, the soft rustle of clothing as the bandits adjusted their stances. Viktor’s presence filled the clearing like smoke, thick and inescapable.
Lira finally spat to the side, trying to clear the taste. "Fine. Questions. But if you try anything else, we shoot."
Viktor chuckled. "Wouldn’t dream of it. Unless you ask nicely."
Gwen elbowed him hard in the ribs. "Behave."
He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips for a quick, teasing kiss. "For you, princess? Always."
The bandits watched the exchange, a new wave of whispers spreading.
’They’re together? Like that? An elf and... whatever he is?’
’She protests, but she lets him touch her like it’s nothing.’
’His tail just brushed her leg again...’