Chapter 183- That was just Dirty

The tail moved lower, but her dress was tight around her thighs.Mira smirked. She lifted the hem of her dress like a curtain, revealing what lay beneath.

"That thing wants to enter, right?"

Viktor’s eyes flickered. His gaze dropped—and froze.

Beneath the dress was a cutout. No panties. Just her swollen, dripping, red pussy—glistening wet, labia puffy and slick. It looked like she’d been fingering herself all night.

Viktor’s eyes snapped back to hers, wide with shock.

Mira’s smirk deepened. "Hearing you fuck Helena... I couldn’t help but use my fingers." Her voice was teasing, but there was vulnerability beneath it. "Am I a dirty wife?"

Viktor shook his head slowly.

His tail moved.

flick

It brushed against her clit.

"Ah—!"

Mira flinched, her body jerking. The tail didn’t stop. It pushed forward, parting her swollen labia, stretching them open as it slowly entered her soaking pussy.

Mira’s eyes widened. She looked down, watching the black appendage sink into her. "W-wait... it’s vibrating..."

Viktor pinched her nipple hard.

"Nnh—!"

She winced, her eyes lifting to meet his.

Viktor’s gaze was intense, dark, possessive.

"Don’t love me this much that I lose myself, Mira."

His words were a warning. A plea.

But Mira’s body was already reacting. The vibration of his tail inside her pussy was making her leak, making her walls clench desperately. Heat flooded her core.

She threw the papers aside. They scattered across the desk, falling to the floor.

Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight. She pulled him close, her green eyes sharp and teasing, her lips curving into a dangerous smile.

"If you want to lose yourself..." she whispered, her breath hot against his mouth. "Then lose your character, your dick, and this body of yours... inside of me... Darling~♡"

’!’

His body moved; he stood, causing her to bounce off his lap.

"Wwaah~!!?!"

Her hand was yanked by him as he threw everything off that table out of his sight.

"H-husba~~!—wait!?" Ink and candles fell away before her own body swung by him and landed on the table while he turned behind her, lifting her dress, his cock pressing against her pussy while he increased the depth of his thrusts and vibrated it to the maximum.

Zzzzttthhh

"AAHNNN~~♡!!"

The loud moan tore from Mira’s throat, shocking even herself.

She was desperate. She was wet. And now, she was filled.

Her eyes widened, teary and shocked, as she felt it—Viktor’s vibrating tail burying itself deep inside her pussy, while his cock, that massive dragon spear, pressed against her entrance.

Her jaws clenched. Her hands flew out, grabbing the edge of the wooden table, knuckles turning white. She was on her toes, her ass hiked up in the air, presenting herself completely. The bunched-up dress at her waist, with its cutout, rubbed roughly against his cock, adding friction that made her whimper.

Then he moved.

PHAACKKK!!

He went balls deep.

"GYAAHH—!!"

She screamed, her whole body trembling violently.

"H-how?! How is it... so big... ahn~♡ ahn~♡!!"

Her broken, muffled moans filled the room. She had taken him before. She had gotten used to his size, his girth. But this... this was different. Today, his cock felt otherworldly. It felt like it was carving her insides anew.

The moment he entered her, she came.

PSSSHHHHH

"Nnghh—!"

She squirted violently, her juices soaking his groin, her thighs, the floor. Her body convulsed, unable to handle the sheer intensity.

Viktor stood there, looking down at his arched wife. He watched as his finger reached out, holding her thick, massive ass cheek and spreading it wide.

The sight was depraved. Her pink asshole twitched and puckered, while her pussy lips—swollen and red—stretched to their limit around his shaft.

He dragged his cock back slowly.

PAAAAH!

Her internal walls clung to him, suction tight.

Then he thrust again.

PHAALLPHH!

"HIIIYYAAAAHH~~♡♡!!"

Her hips clapped back against him, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing loudly. Her nipples, sensitive and erect, dragged against the cold, rough wood of the table as she writhed.

"W-what is happening to me?! Ahhn! Master! Husband! Too much~~!!" she begged, shocked that just the second stroke had reduced her to a sobbing mess.

Viktor felt it too. The sensation of having two "cocks" inside her—his real one and his tail—was overwhelming. His tail vibrated against her G-spot, while his cock smashed her cervix.

It was double the pleasure, double the tightness. He felt like he might actually ejaculate right then and there.

’System,’ he thought, grit-toothed. ’Transfer abilities.’

[Transferring Abilities to Mira...]

Instantly, the system poured all the abilities into her body.

Mira gasped.

Her saliva dripped from her open mouth. Her hair seemed to pull back as if electrified. Her eyes twitched rapidly, rolling back into her head.

The pleasure intensity spiked.

It wasn’t just good. It was mind-breaking.

"NO! NO WOOD! NOT EVEN YOUR COCK... FEW DAYS AGO... FELT THIS GOOD~~!!" she screamed internally, her thoughts fracturing.

Her body arched back even further, spine bending like a bow.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU—!!"

PHACK!

He plunged again. Balls deep.

"HIIIYEEEKK—!!"

Her body trembled in shock. Viktor’s hand moved, pinching her tight nipple hard.

"GYAH!"

Her eyes rolled completely white. She squirted hard, a fountain of clear fluid erupting from her.

She screamed, her voice hoarse, as she hung there—impaled, arched, beautiful. Her massive, saggy tits started to leak milk, just like Helena’s had.

Viktor leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. He looked like a devil. A true incubus claiming his prize.

"I told you... didn’t I?" he whispered darkly. "I will destroy you."

Mira flinched.

Shock. Surprise. And a strange, twisted excitement filled her mind.

Even through the haze of pleasure, her instincts took over. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her dry lips. Her hand moved, groping her own boob, pulling the heavy mass of flesh up.

She bit her own nipple. Hard.

"Nngh!"

The pain pulled her out of her senses for a second. She felt the warm gush of milk fill her mouth.

And suddenly, she felt it.

Her fatigue vanished. Her stamina returned. Her arousal hiked to impossible levels. Her body was recovering, adapting, becoming something more.

She looked back at him, milk dripping from her lips, eyes glowing with renewed lust.

"Darling~" she purred, her voice dripping with sex. "It seems... I will become addicted to your cock again~ YAAANHGH!"

Viktor didn’t wait. Seeing how hot she looked—milk on her lips, face flushed, ass presenting—he plunged again.

"Aren’t you already?" he growled.

Her hand slipped, letting her heavy boob fall. Viktor caught it instantly, stopping it from hitting the table. His arms wrapped around her from behind, grabbing both her massive tits in a crushing hug.

She was like a pillow—soft, thick, warm.

He gave one deep, powerful stroke, jiggling her entire body.

"AHHHNN~~!!" she screamed in ecstasy.

"Let’s tighten your pussy more..." Viktor whispered against her neck. "My hot bitch~"

Mira froze.

"B... b-bitch?"

Her body trembled. She slowly tilted her head back to look at him.

Viktor blinked. He realized what he’d said. The word had slipped out in the heat of the moment. He opened his mouth to apologize—

But Mira leaned in. She captured his lips, kissing him deeply, her drool mixing with his.

"Yeah..." she whispered against his mouth, her green eyes hazy with devotion and depravity. "I am your bitch... your hot slut... Darling~♡♡!!!!"