Chapter 246- Viktor’s Final Releases

"Y-young M-Master—"Helena’s voice broke, muffled against Viktor’s mouth as his tongue invaded deeper, swallowing her moans whole. Her massive tits sandwiched between their bodies, overflowing like soft pillows being crushed under his weight as he held her down.

She was completely naked now—her dress bunched uselessly around her waist like a discarded rag. Her thick thighs trembled on either side of Viktor’s hips, feet dangling in the air, toes curling with each brutal thrust that made her body jolt upward on the obsidian floor.

Pah... Pah... PAH!

The wet slaps of flesh echoed through the massive empty chamber, bouncing off the curved walls and amplifying until it sounded like a chorus of debauchery.

Viktor’s cock plunged into her again and again—slow, deliberate thrusts that made her pussy lips drag along his shaft, clinging desperately as if trying to swallow him deeper.

Her cunt was swollen red, the delicate folds puffy and stretched around his girth, glistening with the mixture of her juices and his cum from the previous rounds.

Her asshole gaped obscenely above where they were joined—a twitching pink rim still leaking thick ropes of white seed that trickled down, mixing with the mess between her legs. He’d already filled that hole twice, and now her ass looked like a broken lock that couldn’t close anymore.

Viktor clasped her face with one hand, fingers digging into her soft cheeks as he kissed her harder, drinking in her broken moans. His other hand gripped her thick thigh, spreading her wider, changing the angle so his cock drove deeper—hitting that spot that made her eyes roll back.

Haak... scklch... haak... scklch...

The obscene squelching of her soaked pussy filled the spaces between their heavy breathing. Each time he pulled out, her walls clung to him desperately, and each time he thrust back in, her body made those wet, slutty sounds that proved just how thoroughly he’d ruined her.

"Nnngh—Young Mas—ahhhn!" Helena’s words dissolved into incoherent whimpers as Viktor’s hips slammed forward again, his heavy balls smacking against her ass with a meaty thwap.

He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at her.

Fuck, she was a mess.

Her brown hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, strands sticking to her tear-streaked face. Her warm brown eyes—usually so gentle and maternal—were glazed over, unfocused, tears streaming down her temples as her body reached its absolute limit.

Her mouth hung open, drool dripping from the corner of her lips, tongue barely inside as she panted like a bitch in heat.

"Your pussy is just as tight as ever," Viktor murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His cock throbbed inside her, feeling every ripple, every desperate clench of her walls trying to milk him.

Haak... pah... haak...

Helena bit her trembling lip, her entire body shaking as another orgasm built despite her exhaustion. "Th-thank you... Young Master..." she gasped out, the words automatic, trained into her after nineteen years of servitude.

But the way she said it now—breathy, broken, worshipful—it wasn’t duty anymore.

It was devotion.

Viktor groaned, feeling his balls tighten. Her massive tits were completely crushed between them, soft flesh bulging out from the sides, nipples dragging against his chest with each thrust. He fucked her harder, faster, the obsidian floor beneath them slick with sweat and fluids.

"Do you want to sleep?" he asked, voice strained, cock swelling inside her.

"I—aahhhn!—I can’t—Young Master—I’m—!"

SLAM!

Viktor buried himself to the hilt, his cock head kissing her cervix, balls pressed tight against her ass as he came.

Spurt... spurt... spurt...

Thick ropes of hot cum flooded her womb, filling her already-overstuffed pussy until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft in thick globs. Helena’s back arched violently, her scream echoing through the chamber as her body convulsed, another orgasm ripping through her despite having nothing left to give.

"AHHHNNNGH!—YOUNG MASTER!"

Her pussy clenched rhythmically, milking every last drop from him as her walls spasmed uncontrollably. Her toes curled so hard they cramped, thighs shaking violently on either side of his hips.

Viktor stayed buried inside her, feeling her pulse around him, feeling his cum filling every space inside her swollen cunt. Her womb was probably bloated now, stretched with the sheer volume he’d pumped into it.

He shifted slightly, still keeping his cock deep inside, and his hand moved down between their bodies.

His fingers found her clit—swollen, sensitive, peeking out from its hood.

Pinch.

"NYAAAHH!" Helena’s entire body jolted, a broken squeal tearing from her throat as pleasure-pain exploded through her overstimulated nerves. Her pussy clenched violently around him, another weak spray of liquid squirting out around his cock.

He twisted her clit gently, feeling her body flinch and tremble beneath him, completely at his mercy.

Her massive tits heaved with each ragged breath, milk beading at her nipples from the pressure. Her face was flushed crimson, eyes half-lidded and unfocused, barely conscious.

"You... leave it; you already know how gorgeous you look and delicious you taste," Viktor murmured, finally releasing her clit.

Slowly—almost reluctantly—he pulled his cock out.

Schlllllp...

The sound was obscene. Her pussy gaped for a moment, a gaping pink hole leaking thick streams of white cum that pooled beneath her ass, mixing with the mess already there.

Her walls fluttered weakly, trying to close, but they were too stretched, too fucked-out to manage it properly.

Viktor sat up, his cock still rock-hard despite having just emptied himself inside her due to her saliva.

It stood proud between his legs, glistening with their combined fluids, the tip still drooling pre-cum.

His stamina was incredibly inhuman when it comes to recycling his power through his wife’s bodily fluid.

He looked down at Helena—sprawled on the obsidian floor like a broken doll, legs spread wide, pussy leaking his seed, tits rising and falling rapidly releasing drops of soft milk as she gasped for air. Her body twitched occasionally, aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her.

Completely. Fucking. Used.

And he felt nothing but satisfaction.

Viktor stood, his legs steady despite the marathon session. His cock swung heavily between his legs as he moved, still fully erect, ready for another round if needed.

He reached for his pants—discarded somewhere nearby—and pulled them on slowly, not bothering with his underwear.

The fabric stretched over his still-hard cock, creating an obscene bulge that would’ve made any decent person blush.

He didn’t care.

"Just rest here," Viktor said casually, glancing back at Helena’s trembling form. "You need it."

Helena’s glazed eyes tracked him weakly, her mouth opening as if to respond, but only a soft whimper came out. Her hand twitched, reaching toward him, but she lacked the strength to lift it more than a few inches.

Viktor smirked.

Then he turned and walked toward the far side of the chamber, leaving Helena lying there in a puddle of their combined fluids—her sweat, her juices, his cum—all soaking into red sheets of bed.

’It all looks good.’ Viktor stepped out of the chamber, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft click.

The red velvet room—and Helena’s thoroughly used body—disappeared from view, leaving only the faint scent of sex clinging to his clothes.

But something felt strange to him just now.

’Sigh, having too much stamina and few hot wives to sleep with... yet why do I feel this numbness?’