Viktor said nothing.

She glared at him.

He looked back with the patience of a man who has said the incendiary thing and is now simply waiting for it to finish burning.

And then Gwen did the thing she couldn’t explain and didn’t try to.

She leaned forward.

Her face found the side of his jaw — the angle between his jaw and his neck — and she pressed her cheek against it and stayed there, trembling slightly, her hands coming up between them in a gesture that was half-push and half-grip and fully neither.

"You’re such a bastard," she said, muffled against his neck. Her voice had gone thick.

He said nothing. His hand on her breast resumed its slow, thorough work.

She made a sound she would also be denying indefinitely.

Viktor stood.

It happened without preamble — his body simply ’rising’ — and both women registered it through the movement of his chest against their faces, the shift of the body they’d been pressed against.

Lira, wrists still caught by his tail, was ’lifted.’

Not all the way — her feet still found the pond floor — but the tail adjusted her, brought her to standing against his side with the casual efficiency of a mechanism that had decided where things went and was placing them. Her bound wrists pressed against the small of her back as she found her footing, balance dependent on the arm his tail had become.

Her face, when she found her voice: "Where are you—"

"’Where are you taking us?’" Gwen said it first, head coming up from his neck, arms instinctively wrapping tighter around him in contradiction of the question.

Her toes were barely on the pond floor. She’d lifted one leg without noticing, wrapping it around his hip, and now she was clinging to him with the self-awareness of someone who has noted they’re clinging and chosen to address it approximately never.

Rihana walked ahead.

She’d risen from the water without comment — her heavy, glowing body emerging in a cascade of silver, breasts swinging with the motion of standing, seed and pond water together running down the backs of her thick thighs — and was already wading toward the bank, moving with the unhurried certainty of someone who knows the destination without being told.

The hut. The small one at the edge of the camp clearing. Firelight from its single window catching the pond surface in orange threads.

Rihana walked toward it like she’d always been walking toward it.

Viktor followed. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

With Lira secured at his right by his tail, wrists pinned, walking slightly sideways with the expression of a woman who is absolutely furious and absolutely not going anywhere.

And Gwen on his left, one leg wrapped around his hip, face buried back in his neck, arms locked around his shoulders, being carried through pond water with the specific humiliation of someone who tried to hug a situation into becoming less what it was and found it had only become more.

The water reached Viktor’s thighs and then his knees and then his shins as he waded toward the bank.

His cock, fully hard again, cut through the surface ahead of him.

"To the breeding ground."

Viktor stepped from the pond onto the soft grass of the bank, water streaming from the hard planes of his body in silver rivulets. Gwen’s arms stayed locked around his neck, her cheek still pressed to the side of his jaw, one leg hooked high around his hip like she could anchor herself against whatever came next. Lira walked beside him only because the thick coil of his tail kept her wrists pinned behind her back, forcing her to match his stride. Rihana moved ahead, her heavy breasts swaying with each step, the moonlight painting wet streaks down the generous curves of her ass and thighs where his seed and pond water still clung.

The small hut waited at the edge of the clearing, firelight leaking from its single window like a promise.

He followed her inside.

The door thudded shut behind him. Viktor’s free hand shoved the latch home with a solid, final click.

The moment the wood sealed them in, the three women dropped.

Lira first—still furious, still bound, yet her knees hit the woven mats with a soft thud. Quim followed a heartbeat later, the slender, dark-haired woman from the camp who had slipped in behind them without a word, her eyes already glassy. Then Rihana, the thick milf, lowering her voluptuous body with a slow, deliberate grace that made her enormous tits bounce heavily against her ribs.

One after another they leaned in.

Lira’s lips parted first, stretching wide around the thick, glistening head of Viktor’s cock. She winced as the girth forced her jaw open, a small, involuntary sound escaping her throat before she sank down, sucking hard, tongue flattening along the underside. Quim took her turn next, cheeks hollowing, eyes watering as she bobbed, gagging softly when the fat crown nudged the back of her throat. Rihana went last, the third and thickest, wrapping her plush lips around him with a hungry moan that vibrated straight through his shaft. Her heavy breasts pressed against his thighs while she sucked, slow and wet and deep, saliva already dripping from her chin.

They passed him between them, one after another, sucking as they winced, eyes flicking up to meet his the instant the door had closed—dark, wet, helpless stares that said they knew exactly what this hut was for.

Viktor stood there for a long moment, letting them worship, the wet, obscene sounds of mouths and throats filling the small space. Then he walked forward a single step, still buried in Rihana’s mouth, and simply took hold of his cock at the base. He looked down at the three of them kneeling before him.

He sank to one knee.

His free hand caught Rehana’s thick thigh—Rihana, the already-deflowered milf—and spread her leg wide, opening her soaked, puffy pussy to the firelight. Her other leg followed, knees splayed obscenely on the mats.

"Let’s make the cock slippery," he said, voice low and rough, "so I can break both of your seals."

Lira and Quim trembled where they knelt, eyes locked on his massive shaft still glistening with the combined spit of all three women. Their breaths came in short, shaky gasps.

Viktor didn’t wait.

He lined up and drove straight into Rihana’s welcoming cunt.

*SLAP.*

Her thick body jolted, massive tits bouncing wildly as he buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.

A loud, broken moan tore from her throat—"AHHHN!"—her mouth falling open in an instant ahegao, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out as her walls clamped down around him.

He grabbed both her hands like handles, fingers locking tight, and started to fuck her hard.

*SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP—*

Flesh slapped loudly against flesh, her heavy ass rippling with every brutal impact, tits smacking together in heavy, hypnotic arcs.

Rihana’s moans turned feral, loud and shameless, each one punched out of her by the thick cock stretching her full.

"ANGHH—F-finally," she moaned, his hips snapping forward, balls slapping wetly against her soaked skin, "I am... Ahn~ full again!"

Rihana’s head lolled, ahegao face frozen in pure bliss, body jiggling and quaking as he used her like a breeding sleeve.

Lira and Gwen watched, trembling harder now, their own thighs pressed tight together while the wet, filthy sounds of Viktor claiming the thick milf filled the hut and echoed off the walls.

Gwen, still half-clinging to his side, could only stare, cheeks burning, as the breeding ground lived up to its name.

’I... What should I do?!’