Back to anal.

PAH!

"AAAHH~!!"

Pussy.

PAH! PAH!

"OUNGH~!! HIIEEK~!! WHICH ONE~!! AAANGHH~!!"

The lubrication cycle. Her pussy soaking his shaft on every entry, carrying that slick back to her anal on the switch, using her own body’s arousal as the mechanism of her own destruction — and the sensation of not knowing which hole was receiving the next thrust, the anticipation of ’which one’ before every impact, was doing something to her nervous system that had bypassed pain entirely and arrived somewhere that made her hips push back on instinct to ’meet’ him.

She noticed herself doing it.

She kept doing it.

Rihana noticed.

Said nothing. Squeezed her hands.

His tail, meanwhile, had found Lira.

She was still kneeling against the table in her wreckage — and the ridged length of his tail located her soaked, freshly-used pussy from the side with the casual efficiency of a limb with its own agenda.

It pressed in.

"Hn—"

Not the vibration yet. Just ’presence.’ The fill of it. The specific fullness of something inside a place that had only recently learned what fullness meant — and Lira’s body, which had been operating on fumes for two hours, received it with a full-body shudder and the involuntary clench of walls that had run out of resistance.

Then the vibration started.

"AAAAHHH~!! W-WHAT IS—!! HNGH~!! MASTERRR~!!"

Her whole lower body seized.

The orgasm had no warning and no build — it simply ’arrived,’ triggered directly by the vibration frequency hitting walls that had been primed and re-primed for five hours — and Lira’s thighs locked around his tail and her hands slammed flat on the table and she ’squirted.’

Hard.

A long, pulsing gush that hit the mat beneath her in a spreading pool, her whole body shaking with the force of it, her voice cracking on a sound that wasn’t a word and didn’t need to be.

"HIIEEEKKK~!! AAANGHH~!! I’M—!! AGAIN~!! MASTERRR~!!"

Rihana’s tail-triggered squirt came thirty seconds later — her body having been on the edge of it for the better part of an hour — and hers was ’silent’, just the full-body clench against his back, her arms locking around his torso, her milk-streaming nipples pressing hard into his spine and her pussy flooding in a long, warm gush around his tail with the quiet intensity of a woman who has already screamed everything she had and has nothing left but the physical fact.

Her lips against his neck moved.

"Master."

Just the word.

Nothing attached.

Gwen’s orgasm arrived on a PAH that drove his cock from her pussy into her anal in the same thrust — the dual sensation, the shock of the switch, the five hours of total saturation — and her body simply ’stopped.’

Not tensed. ’Stopped.’

Every muscle simultaneously. A full, locked, system-wide freeze that lasted two full seconds before she shattered.

PAAAH!

"AAAAAHHHHH~!!! MASTERRRR~!!! IT’S~!! I’M~!! AAANGHH~!! HIIEEEKKK~!!!"

She squirted around his cock in her anal — which should not have been physically possible and was happening anyway — her whole slim body convulsing in Rihana’s hands, her pointed ears flat, her eyes showing white, her hips bucking back and forward and back again with the desperate, animal urgency of a body that had completely overridden its owner.

Rihana held her through all of it.

Her own milk dripping from her nipples onto the backs of Gwen’s hands.

Viktor drove through Gwen’s orgasm.

Three more thrusts. Deep. Deliberate.

Then he planted himself — full depth, her anal, the length of him buried completely — and came.

The load hit her womb-wall from the wrong direction and it didn’t matter.

His cock pumped — five, six, seven times — each pulse a thick, hot, glowing-purple surge that flooded her already-overfull insides and began immediately leaking back out around the seal of his shaft, running down over her pussy and dripping from her lips in slow, obscene chains.

He breathed.

Long.

He looked at the ceiling.

"Congratulations."

He said it to himself.

He pulled out.

Gwen fell.

Not gracefully — completely. Her leg came off his shoulder and her body went down, and Rihana caught her halfway, both thick arms taking the impact, lowering her to the mat with a gentleness that nobody else in this hut had offered anyone all night.

Gwen lay with her face sideways on the mat.

Both holes open. Leaking. A small, faintly glowing trail spreading under her hips.

She breathed.

She cried.

Not loudly. Just — crying. The specific, quiet crying of someone who is too exhausted for noise and too overloaded for silence.

"My body." Her voice was barely there. A whisper with tears in it. "It hurts."

A pause.

Her hands came up and covered her face.

"I need to see my mother." The words fell apart as she said them. "I shouldn’t have left the village. I shouldn’t have followed him. I should have—"

She made a sound that was entirely a child’s sound.

"I shouldn’t have left."

The hut was quiet for a moment.

The only sounds: the low crackle of the fire. The soft, wet drip of seed from three different women in three different positions. The distant night outside, completely indifferent.

Then — from across the small space — a sound.

Laughter.

Low. Male. Warm.

Gwen lowered her hands from her face.

Viktor was seated against the far wall.

He had, at some point in the last thirty seconds, simply sat down — back against the wood, legs extended, completely at ease with the specific chaos of a hut that contained three thoroughly bred women in various states of collapse.

Rihana was on his left.

She’d folded herself against his side with the comfortable, proprietary ease of a woman who has decided on a location and intends to stay there — her thick thigh over his, her heavy breasts resting against his arm, her nipples still leaking in lazy trails down his forearm.

Lira was on his right.

She was not, technically, choosing to be there. She had simply been pulled — by the time she’d registered his hand in her hair she was already seated against him, her back to his side, his arm around her waist. She had her arms crossed. Her jaw was set. She was absolutely furious.

She was also not moving.

Both their hands were on his cock.

Not stroking yet — just ’resting’, the way hands rest on something familiar, their palms wrapped around the shaft in an overlapping grip that had formed without coordination, their fingers settling into each other’s gaps with the unconscious geometry of people who have been sharing something for hours.

His cock was hardening again in their grip.

Lira felt it and her jaw tightened further and her hand did not move.

Rihana felt it and made a small, contented sound and her thumb traced the vein along the underside once, slow, like she was greeting it. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Viktor looked across the hut at Gwen.

His purple eyes caught the firelight.

He smiled.

"Spread your pussy," he said. "And masturbate."

The words landed.

Gwen’s hands, which had been covering her face, stopped.

Her body received the instruction before her brain had processed it — the purple air in her lungs, the evolution’s pheromone, the five hours of conditioning — and the response was immediate and involuntary and ’mortifying.’

Her thighs moved apart.

She watched them do it with the expression of a woman watching a stranger use her body.

"What is—" She looked down at herself. At her own hands moving. "What is happening to me?"