Chapter 198 -198- Kaida and Viktor’s lone moment

’N-no, what am I even saying... how can he...’Zzz...

Kaida realized her condition now.

She was alone with Viktor.

Kaida’s red eyes turned on that door for a long moment, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then slowly—so slowly—her gaze drifted to the man sleeping beside her.

He looked peaceful. Too peaceful for the perverted bastard who’d just fucked her senseless in the garden pond.

His chest rose and fell in steady rhythm. Lips slightly parted. Those same lips that had been overflowing with milk—’both’ Mira and Helena’s milk—from how greedily he’d sucked their breasts while they too seemed to offer him.

Her breath hitched.

’The left one.’

Her eyes dropped to her own chest. To her left breast that sat heavy and full, the small pink nipple—recently emerged from its inverted state—glistening with a tiny bead of moisture.

The one she’d been too embarrassed to let him suck.

’You fool,’ she thought viciously, her hands moving to cup the underside of both breasts. ’He just wanted to suck them and you cant even—’

She lifted them experimentally. Testing the weight. They felt heavier than before. Fuller. Like they were swollen with pressure that needed release.

Her fingers brushed against her left nipple and—

’Drip.’

A thin trickle of milk leaked out, running down the curve of her breast.

"Shit," she whispered, quickly covering it with her palm.

Her lips trembled. Frustration burned hot in her chest, mixing with something else. Something that felt dangerously close to regret.

’You stupid, stubborn—’ Her internal voice shifted, cursing the one person she always cursed. ’You perverted bastard. If you hadn’t made it so damn embarrassing, maybe I would’ve—’

But even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie.

It wasn’t his fault. It was hers. Her pride. Her walls. All the armor she’d built up over years of fighting and surviving.

Kaida’s gaze softened as she looked at Viktor’s sleeping face.

The soft jawline. The milky white skin that seemed too perfect for someone who’d just spent an hour pounding her into oblivion. He didn’t look like a beast right now. Didn’t look like the perverted asshole who’d carried her through the garden with his cock still buried inside her.

He looked... handsome.

Human.

’Vulnerable.’

Her body moved before her mind could stop it. Slowly—carefully—she shifted on the bed, turning toward him. Her right hand slipped beneath her head, using it as a makeshift pillow as she lay on her side facing him.

She wanted to go to the garden. To check her restored abilities. To swing her sword and feel the rush of power that had been dead for so long.

But seeing him like this—peaceful, trusting, ’sleeping’—she couldn’t.

She just... couldn’t.

Her left hand moved.

Just her fingers at first. Trembling slightly as they hovered over the thin sheet covering his chest. Then—slowly—they slipped beneath the fabric.

Warm skin met her palm.

His heartbeat pulsed against her fingertips. Steady. Strong. ’Real.’

A smile threatened to tug at her lips.

Unlike her, he smelled like sex. Like their combined fluids and everything filthy they’d done. The scent of Mira and Helena clung to him too—evidence that he’d fucked all of them so hard their scents had rubbed into his very skin.

It should’ve disgusted her.

It didn’t.

It felt... strange. Intimate in a way that had nothing to do with what they’d just done in the pond.

Kaida’s fingers traced idle patterns on his chest. Following the contours of muscle. The ridge of his collarbone. The—

He moved.

Her entire body flinched, red eyes flying wide as Viktor suddenly turned toward her.

’Shit shit shit—’

But he wasn’t awake. Not fully.

His eyes were half-lidded. Hazy. Dark pupils barely visible beneath heavy lashes as he shifted above her, his body moving on pure instinct.

Their gazes locked.

No words.

Just... silence.

A conversation happening entirely without sound as Viktor positioned himself over her, the sheet falling away from both their bodies.

Kaida’s legs spread slowly. Instinctively. Her hands moved to his shoulders, fingers gripping as her heart threatened to pound out of her chest.

Under the sheet, she felt it.

His cock—still somehow half-hard despite everything—pressed against her pussy.

’He’s not even fully awake,’ some distant part of her brain whispered. ’How is he—’

Her lips parted.

Viktor’s mouth descended on hers.

The kiss was slow. ’Melting.’ Nothing like the brutal, desperate kisses from the pond.

His tongue slid against hers with lazy sensuality. Exploring. Tasting. Coaxing her to respond as his hips pressed forward, the thick head of his cock spreading her swollen pussy lips apart.

"Mmmnh..."

The sound escaped her throat—muffled against his mouth—as he entered her.

Inch.

By.

Inch.

Filling her again with that perfect stretch that made her toes curl and her back arch off the bed.

Her eyes widened beneath closed lids, but she didn’t stop him.

’Couldn’t’ stop him.

He started to grind.

Slow, shallow thrusts that barely pulled out before pushing back in. Like he was savoring the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock even in his half-conscious state.

"Haa... haah... haa..."

Their breathing filled the room. Quiet pants and soft exhales as their bodies moved together under the thin sheet.

"Slrrpp... mmmnh..."

The wet sounds of their kiss mixed with the obscene ’schlk schlk schlk’ of his cock sliding through her soaked channel.

Kaida’s nails dug into his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

It felt different this time.

No brutal pounding. No desperate chase for climax. Just... ’this.’ This slow, intimate grinding that made every nerve ending in her pussy sing with pleasure.

"Hnnngh..." She broke the kiss, gasping as his cock pressed against a spot deep inside that made her vision blur. "Viktor..."

His response was a low groan against her neck. His hips never stopping their steady rhythm. In. Out. In. Out.

Sqlch. Sqlch. Sqlch.

Her pussy was already wet from before—still shaped to fit him perfectly—and now it gushed around his shaft with every thrust. Clear fluid leaked out, soaking the sheets beneath them.

"Haah... ahhh... mmmnh..."

Kaida’s body writhed helplessly beneath his weight. Not trying to escape. Just... overwhelmed.

This felt too good.

Too intimate.

Too ’right.’

Her womb clenched as she felt him throb inside her. Once. Twice. Then—

Spurt. Spurt. Spurt.

"Ahhhh—!"

Hot cum flooded her insides, painting her walls white as Viktor buried himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed again and again, pumping load after thick load directly into her womb.

But he didn’t stop.

Even as he came, his hips kept grinding. Kept pushing. Kept fucking his seed deeper and deeper until she could feel it sloshing inside her with every movement.

"Nnngh... Viktor... you’re—haaah—"

’Overflow.’

It was too much. Her pussy couldn’t hold it all.

Warm fluid leaked out around his still-thrusting cock, trickling down to pool beneath her ass. But still he kept going. Kept filling her. Kept pressing in and in and ’in’ like he was trying to reshape her womb around his cum.

Kaida’s body went limp.

Her legs trembled. Her arms barely had the strength to keep hugging him. She was pressed completely beneath his weight, his cock still buried inside her, and she didn’t want to leave.

’Didn’t’ want him to pull out.

Her voice came out as barely a whisper—broken and raw and filled with something she’d never felt before.

"...I’m sorry..."

Viktor’s grinding slowed but didn’t stop.

"...for being rude... on you... always..."

Her eyes burned. Not with tears. But with something deeper.

"...Viktor."

The word felt foreign on her tongue. But also... ’right.’

Viktor’s lips found hers again. Still slow. Still gentle. His cock giving one last deep thrust that made her gasp into his mouth before finally—’finally’—he stilled.

His weight settled fully on top of her.

His breathing evening out against her neck.

And Kaida just... held him.

Her hands sliding up his back. Fingers threading through his hair. Her body wrapping around his like she could keep him there forever.

Under the sheets. In the quiet morning light.

With his cock still buried inside her cum-filled pussy and her heart finally—’finally’—at peace.

"...You pervert," she whispered against his temple, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Why are you not this gentle... when awake?"

But Viktor didn’t respond.

sqlch

He just gave another small pound, slow and gentle as his cock rested against her cervix, which had already molded to let him fit.

Zzz-zz-z

He was already asleep again.

And Kaida?

She just closed her eyes and let herself drift, the weight of him above her feeling less like a burden and more like...

’M-my husband...’