Then Rihana simply leaned down and joined Gwen, her mouth finding the base, sucking the root with the thorough, proprietary attention of the woman who had been here longest.

Lira held out for three full seconds.

Then she leaned down and took the other side, her lips pressing to the shaft with the controlled, furious dignity of someone who has decided to do something and is doing it with complete commitment and no acknowledgment whatsoever.

Three mouths.

Three tongues.

One cock.

Viktor breathed.

Long and even.

He looked at the ceiling.

"Train your bodies."

He said it conversationally.

"I’m taking a nap."

He closed his eyes.

The hut went quiet.

Three women looked up from his cock simultaneously.

Gwen: genuinely uncertain what to do with this information.

Lira: expression of someone who has just been told to manage a situation she did not choose and is going to manage it with excellence out of pure spite.

Rihana: already deciding.

They looked at each other again.

A different conversation this time.

Rihana’s eyes moved to Gwen. Then to his cock. Then back to Gwen. The message was entirely clear.

’Him,’ her eyes said. ’It wants you.’

Gwen shook her head. Small. Rapid.

Rihana tilted hers. ’Yes.’

Lira looked between them, looked at the cock, looked at Gwen, and arrived at the same conclusion with the decisive expression of a woman closing a ledger.

"You," she said, quietly.

"No—wait—"

They were already moving.

Both women took an arm.

Not rough — just ’efficient.’ Rihana under Gwen’s left, Lira under her right, lifting the slim girl between them with the cooperative practicality of two people who have found unexpected common ground in a task.

Gwen’s legs scrambled.

"No— WAIT— I said WAIT—"

She was over his lap before the second ’wait’ finished.

His cock, fully hard, standing up between his thighs with the patient, terrible certainty of something that had already decided — pressing against the underside of her as they positioned her, the head finding the entrance it had memorized.

"NO— they haven’t— I’m still sore— I can’t—"

Rihana and Lira looked at each other over her head.

Dropped her.

PAAAH!

"AAAAAHHH~!!!"

The full descent. Her own weight. Gravity delivering every inch in one continuous, catastrophic drop — her walls spreading around him with the specific, wrecked, ’familiar’ stretch that her body had spent six hours learning and her mind was never going to fully accept — and the impact drove the air out of her lungs so completely that the scream went silent halfway through and came back as a broken, gasping keen.

Her head fell back.

Her eyes rolled.

Her hands came up and grabbed nothing and found Rihana and Lira’s shoulders instead and ’gripped.’

’My womb—’ was the only thought her mind produced. ’It’s churning. It’s actually churning. Something is—’

Her body began to move without her.

Rihana’s hands on her hips. Lira’s on her waist.

Up. Both women pulling her — Gwen’s slim body lifting off his cock, the withdrawal drawing a wet, obscene sound and a shuddering moan — then ’down.’

PAAAH!

"HNGH~!! AAANGHH~!!"

They were using her.

Not cruelly. With the focused, systematic efficiency of two women who have been given a task and are completing it properly — lifting and dropping, lifting and dropping, Gwen’s body the mechanism, his cock the target, the rhythm building from slow to steady to ’relentless’ as they found the pace.

Gwen was not managing the situation.

The situation was managing her.

Her hips found the rhythm against her will, her body starting to meet the drops — rising slightly on the up-pull, slamming down harder on the descent — her pussy which had no business producing arousal at this stage of the proceedings producing it anyway, the slick sound of her walls on his cock growing louder with every cycle.

"OUNGH~!! HNGH~!! H-HOW ARE YOU—!! AAAHH~!!"

PAH! PAH! PAH!

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

Viktor’s eyes stayed closed.

The expression on his face was the expression of a man genuinely, completely at peace.

His hands rested at his sides.

His cock did its work.

Ten minutes.

The rhythm had found its cruelest stride — the women’s arms no longer lifting so much as ’guiding’, Gwen’s own body doing most of the work now, her hips rolling and dropping with a desperation that had stopped consulting the rest of her — when his tail moved.

Independently.

Found her anal from below, between his thighs, and ’drove.’

"AAAAAHHHHH~!!!"

The double fill. Both holes simultaneously. Her slim body pinned on both axes — his cock from below, his tail from behind — and the sensation crossed every remaining wire her nervous system had and shorted them all at once.

Her milk ’squirted.’

Not leaked. Not dripped.

’Squirted’ — both nipples, simultaneously, two thin arcing streams launching forward with the force of her full-body clench — and the spray caught Viktor’s face in a warm, white cascade.

It hit his closed eyes.

His nose.

His mouth.

He opened his eyes.

Looked up at Gwen — her face above him, the igo expression in full deployment, tears and saliva and the milk still streaming from her nipples as her body convulsed around both intrusions — and his mouth curved.

He looked to his right.

Lira.

His purple eyes found her face, which was flushed and focused and trying very hard not to be visibly affected by what she had just spent ten minutes doing.

"Climb me." His voice was unhurried. Warm. "Let me taste your hips."

Lira’s expression: ’absolutely not.’

Her body: ’already moving.’

Rihana pulled Gwen back — off his cock, off his tail, the girl collapsing against the thick woman’s chest in a shaking, leaking, thoroughly-wrecked heap, her thighs still twitching from the squirt — and Lira stepped over him.

She stood over his lap.

Both feet planted on either side of his thighs.

She looked down at him looking up at her and the specific geometry of the situation — his cock directly below her, pointing upward, her ass the obvious destination — and something on her face moved between fury and inevitability and landed on a kind of exhausted, pragmatic ’acceptance.’

She reached down.

Found his cock with one hand.

Positioned the head at her anal entrance, which had its own recent memories of this, which was still sore from those memories, which was ’already anticipating’ with a warmth that mortified her.

Lowered herself.

Slowly.

"Not slow."

His hands found her hips.

And ’slammed’ her down.

PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~!! YOU SAID—!! I WAS—!! HNGH~!!"

His tail found her pussy from the front in the same instant.

The vibration started immediately.

Lira’s legs — already shaking from six hours of everything — simply stopped supporting weight. She dropped into a full sit on his lap, his cock buried in her anal, his tail buzzing against her front wall, and the combination hit her body like a current that had no ground to run to.

Her eyes rolled.

"H-HNGH~— AAAHH~— W-WHAT IS—!!"

She tried to lift her hips.

Her body decided: ’bouncing.’

PAH! PAH! PAH!

"OUNGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! AAANGHH~!!"

She bounced on him.

Her hips rising and dropping with the specific, hypnotic rhythm of a woman who has been driven past the point where shame has traction — each descent driving his cock into her anal and the vibration of his tail driving against her front simultaneously — and her breasts, ’her breasts—’

The milk came without warning.

She didn’t notice it at first. Too much else to notice.

But Gwen noticed.

From across the hut where she lay collapsed against Rihana’s chest — Gwen’s hazed, heavy eyes tracked upward to Lira bouncing on his cock and found the twin streams of white launching from her nipples with every downward impact.

Lira’s breasts were ’jiggling.’