Viktor’s hips found their stride.

Both hands came down onto the table on either side of her, caging her in, and then his palms slid forward — under her hanging body, up her stomach, closing over both breasts from below — fingers digging into the full, warm weight of them, kneading hard, thumbs finding both nipples and ’pulling.’

"’Your pussy,’" he said, against the back of her neck, his hips blurring — "’is tight.’"

PAH! PAH!

"Y-YES~!! AAAHH~!! D-DON’T—!! HNGH~!!!"

Below, Gwen had changed position.

She was lying on the floor under the table, face up, her head between his feet — and she’d reached up and found his cock with her tongue at the point where it disappeared into Lira, her mouth pressed to the stretched ring of Lira’s entrance, tasting the combination of blood and seed and arousal with every thrust.

She hadn’t planned this.

Her body had simply arrived here and she had followed.

Every time he drove forward, his cock dragged wet and hot across the flat of her tongue. Every pull back coated her lips in the slick of Lira’s ruined virginity. She could ’taste’ the cock working inside the other woman, could feel the vibration of his thrusts against her face, and somewhere between the sensation and the purple air still thick in her lungs she’d stopped thinking about anything else.

’It tastes like him,’ she thought, distantly. ’It tastes like him and her and both together and I can’t stop.’

Her hips rolled against nothing.

Behind Viktor, Rihana had found a different position entirely.

She’d come around behind him — her thick, naked, glowing body pressed against his back — and her face was between his ass cheeks.

Not apologetically.

Her nose dragged along his crack with the unhurried dedication of a woman who has decided this is exactly where she wants to be, her tongue finding the base of his spine and working down while her heavy breasts mashed warm and full against his lower back.

Viktor’s hips stuttered.

He recovered.

His grip on Lira’s nipples tightened.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"HIIEEK~!! M-MASTERRR~!! TOO DEEP~!! AAANGHH~!!!"

The table scraped forward half an inch with every thrust.

Lira’s knuckles were white on the edge. Her breasts swung forward beneath his grip, catching the motion of his thrusts, nipples red from the pulling, her whole body rocking forward with each impact and then dragging back. Her thighs were shaking. Her legs were shaking. Her voice had stopped being words and become a continuous, broken stream of sound that she wasn’t producing consciously.

’I’m going to— something is—’

Her walls clenched.

Viktor felt it and went ’harder.’

PAAAH!

"AAAAHHH~!! C-CUMMING~!!! DON’T~!! PLEASE~!! AAANGHH~!!!"

She came with her whole body — a full, violent clench that started at her pussy and ran outward to her toes, her back arching away from the table, his cock trapped in the grip of her orgasm and unable to move and ’not trying to.’

He held himself in.

Let her ride it.

His hands on her breasts squeezed through the entire duration — slow, measured, deliberate — milking the orgasm longer than her body had planned for.

When she finally went limp, he pulled out.

The withdrawal sound.

Lira made a noise she had no framework for. Her freshly-bred, freshly-wrecked pussy leaked a thick combination of his seed and her own blood and her orgasm down the inside of her thigh and she couldn’t summon the capacity to care.

Viktor stepped back.

Looked down at both women below him.

Gwen, on her back, face wet, lips swollen, staring up with her chest heaving.

Rihana, kneeling, her chin glistening, looking up at him with those warm, spent Siren eyes.

He stroked his cock.

Once. Twice.

The load came in ropes.

Thick, glowing faintly purple, arcing downward — landing across Gwen’s upturned face first, the first stripe from her chin to her forehead. Then Rihana, the second rope catching her cheek, her open mouth, her tongue already out and ’waiting.’ Back to Gwen for the third, the fourth, his seed coating both women’s faces in alternating stripes while they blinked through it, licked it, caught it on their tongues.

He looked at them both.

Faces painted. Chests heaving. Completely demolished.

He chuckled.

Then he grabbed Rihana’s hair.

"’Up.’"

She was on the table before she registered being lifted — her thick body placed face-down over the scarred wood with a solidity that made the table creak — heavy breasts flattening beneath her, her generous ass presented upward, soft and rounded and catching the firelight.

His cock found her anal.

She made a sound that was not pain and not surprise and very much ’anticipation.’

He looked at Gwen.

"’Your pussy recovered enough.’"

It wasn’t a question.

Gwen opened her mouth.

He lifted her.

She went over Rihana.

Her slim body stacked on top of the thick woman’s — Rihana’s full, soft ass beneath her own smaller one, the wide cushion of the MILF’s back pressing warm against Gwen’s spine, the difference in their bodies so pronounced that Gwen’s feet barely reached the table edge.

Rihana’s ass below her. Gwen’s pussy above.

He stacked them.

Then he grabbed Lira.

She was already boneless from her orgasm. He pulled her up by her hair anyway — "’Hn~’" — directed her down over Gwen, her chest landing against the smaller girl’s back, the soft press of Lira’s breasts against Gwen’s spine, the weight of her adding to the compression of all three women stacked and pressed and ’breathing together.’

Three women.

Table level. The cushion of Rihana’s thick body below. Gwen sandwiched in the middle. Lira draped over the top.

Viktor looked at what he’d built.

His cock was already pressing against Lira’s lower back.

He moved it down.

Found her ass crack and kept going.

Past it.

Found Gwen’s pussy entrance below Lira’s body.

He bent forward.

His mouth found both of Lira’s nipples — the top woman’s breasts hanging against Gwen’s back, accessible — and bit.

PAAAH!

"AAAHHHH~!!!" — Gwen, from the cock.

"HIIEEK~!!!" — Lira, from the nipples.

"AAANGHH~!!!" — Rihana, from the weight.

Three distinct screams. Three distinct pitches. All simultaneous, all landing in the same small hut, all soaking into the wooden walls.

Viktor fucked Gwen for thirty seconds.

Then pulled out.

And ’down.’

Rihana’s anal took him with a sound she made directly into the table surface — a long, muffled, hoarse "’MMMNGHH~’" that vibrated through the wood and into Gwen’s chest from below.

Ten seconds.

Then back up.

Gwen.

His hips blurred.

Not a rhythm. A ’rampage.’ Gwen to Rihana, Rihana to Gwen, pulling back and driving down with the mechanical, relentless focus of a body that had stopped consulting preferences and was operating on pure breeding instinct — each entry drawing a new scream from whichever woman received it, the sounds stacking and overlapping into a continuous wall of female noise that filled the hut like smoke.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"OUNGH~!! HNGH~!! HIIEEK~!!!"

PAH! PAH!

"AAHH~!! N-NOT AGAIN~!! MASTERR~!!!"

His hand came around from Lira’s back.

Snaked under the stack of bodies.

Found Lira’s freshly-violated pussy from the front — two fingers, no preamble — and pushed in.

"’AAAAHHH~!!’"

She had been fucked once. She was raw and tender and swollen and his two fingers found every single one of those facts simultaneously, curling forward, pressing the front wall with the specific knowledge of someone who knows exactly which pressure makes a woman stop being able to form sentences.

Her hips bucked downward against his hand.

She couldn’t stop them.

"’H-HNGH~!! S-STOP~!! I’M S-STILL—!! AAANGHH~!!’"