Chapter 275 - Trying the Little Shy ’O’ne

Viktor’s hand slowly moved from stroking his cock to her hair, fingers tangling in the disheveled red strands. He gripped gently but firmly, tugging upward."Can I lift you up a bit?" His voice was low, husky.

Kaida blinked, wincing slightly at the pull on her scalp. She slowly stood, her legs trembling from kneeling so long. Her red eyes met his dark ones, wary but curious.

Viktor smiled—not his usual cocky smirk, but something softer. Warmer. He kept his grip on her hair, using it to guide her as he turned her body slowly, painting her toward the table.

His free hand found her hip, fingers pressing into the firm muscle there.

Kaida followed. Like a well-mannered woman. Like she knew exactly what he wanted.

Because she did.

When her thighs pressed against the edge of the table, Viktor leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Should we try anal today?"

Kaida’s entire body flinched. Her shoulders hunched, her breath caught, and for a heartbeat Viktor expected the explosion—the yelling, the slap, the fiery tantrum that was so quintessentially ’her’.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, Kaida’s hands moved to the table. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts and stomach flat against the cool wooden surface. Her right leg lifted, planting her boot on the chair beside the table, parting her ass and legs in clear invitation.

She gripped the edge of the table with both hands, knuckles going white.

Then, without looking back at him, she spoke. Her voice was tight, strained, but steady.

"Be gentle... or I will kill you."

Viktor stood frozen for a moment, his cock twitching violently at the sight. This proud, fierce warrior—willingly spreading herself for him. Trusting him with something so vulnerable.

He chuckled, the sound dark and rich. His hand moved from her hip to the small of her back, stroking slowly.

"You’re so beautiful when you surrender to me," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder blade. "I’ll take care of you. I promise."

Kaida’s breath hitched. She felt heat flood her face, embarrassment and arousal mixing into something overwhelming.

Viktor’s hands moved to her waist, finding the hem of her short combat skirt. He pulled it down slowly, letting the fabric slide over the curve of her ass, down her thighs, pooling around her ankles.

Her panties were next. Simple black cotton, already damp at the crotch.

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled.

’Slide.’

The fabric peeled away from her skin, revealing everything.

Her pussy—pink, glistening wet, the lips swollen from arousal. Above it, nestled between the firm, muscular cheeks of her ass, was her asshole.

Pink. Tight. Twitching.

It clenched and relaxed in nervous rhythm, like a mouth gasping for air. The ring of muscle was small, impossibly small, and Viktor’s cock throbbed at the thought of forcing his way inside.

His thumb moved, pressing against one cheek and spreading it wider. The motion pulled her ass crack apart, fully exposing that tiny, vulnerable hole.

Kaida whimpered, her face burning with humiliation.

Then she felt it.

’Ptoo.’

Viktor spit. A thick glob of saliva landed directly on her asshole.

"Ah—!" Kaida gasped, her body jerking. "You—you bastard—"

"Shh." Viktor’s thumb moved, rubbing his spit into her asshole in slow, deliberate circles. "Relax. This will help."

The sensation was... strange. The wet warmth of his saliva, the firm pressure of his thumb. Her asshole twitched under his touch, the muscle instinctively trying to clench shut.

But Viktor was patient. He kept rubbing, massaging, coaxing the tight ring to relax.

Then his thumb pressed inward.

’Squelch.’

Just the tip slipped inside, and Kaida’s entire body went rigid.

"Nngh—!"

"Breathe," Viktor commanded softly. "Just breathe."

Kaida forced herself to exhale, her chest heaving against the table. She felt her asshole clench around his thumb tip, sucking it deeper like a hungry mouth.

Viktor groaned. "Fuck... you’re so tight..."

He pulled his thumb out slowly, then pressed back in, working it deeper. One knuckle. Two.

’Squelch. Squelch.’

The obscene wet sounds filled the hall, mixing with Kaida’s shaky breathing.

Viktor’s cock, which had softened slightly after cumming, began to harden again. But he needed more stimulation.

He leaned forward, pressing his chest against Kaida’s back. His hand snaked around her body, sliding between the table and her compressed breasts.

His fingers found the valley of her cleavage, pushing through until they reached her nipple.

"Ah—!" Kaida gasped as he pinched the tiny, pink nub. It was so small, barely poking out from her modest chest, but incredibly sensitive.

Viktor rolled it between his fingers, tugging gently.

’Drip.’

A single drop of milk beaded at the tip.

"Woah..." Viktor breathed, bringing his finger to his mouth. He sucked the drop off, tasting the sweet, warm liquid. "You’re lactating already?"

Kaida whimpered, pressing her nipple harder against the cold table. The contrast of temperatures—hot flesh against icy wood—made her shiver.

And Viktor felt it. His cock surged to full hardness, steel-hard and throbbing against Kaida’s ass crack.

Kaida closed her eyes, thinking bitterly, ’’He’s using that again...’’

She had already realized it. Their bodies—his semen, her milk, her saliva—it was all connected. Consuming each other’s fluids made them both impossibly aroused, like an aphrodisiac feedback loop.

Right now, her bare breast pressed against cold wood, her asshole twitching around empty air, and his cock hardening from a single drop of her milk... it was proof.

"Ready?" Viktor asked, his voice rough.

Kaida nodded, not trusting her voice.

Viktor positioned himself, grabbing the base of his cock and lining up the swollen head with her asshole. The contrast was obscene—his thick, purple cockhead pressing against that tiny pink ring.

He pushed forward.

Slowly.

"Nngh—!" Kaida’s hands gripped the table edge harder, her knuckles turning bone-white.

The pressure was intense. Her asshole resisted, the muscle clenching tight, refusing entry.

Viktor didn’t force it. He pulled back, spit on his hand, and stroked his cock, adding more lubrication. Then he pressed forward again.

’Squelch.’

The head popped inside.

"AHHH—!" Kaida’s cry was sharp, pained. Her entire body tensed, back arching.

"Breathe," Viktor commanded, holding perfectly still. "Just breathe through it."

Kaida gasped, forcing air into her lungs. She felt impossibly full—and he was only halfway in.

Viktor pushed deeper. Inch by agonizing inch, his cock sank into her ass.

The sight was mesmerizing. Her asshole stretched obscenely around his girth, the pink ring turning white from the pressure. Her ass crack clamped tight around his shaft, trying to push him out, but only succeeding in squeezing him harder.

"Fuck... Kaida... you’re... haaah..." Viktor’s words came out broken.

Finally—’finally’—his hips pressed flush against her ass. Balls deep.

Kaida let out a shaky exhale, her body trembling. "D-Don’t... move..."

Viktor held still, giving her time to adjust. His hands stroked her back soothingly, feeling the sweat that had broken out across her skin.

After a moment, he pulled back slowly.

’Squelch.’

Her asshole dragged along his shaft, clinging to every vein and ridge.

Then he pushed back in.

’Squelch.’

"Ah—! Hiekk—!"

He set a slow rhythm. Long, deep strokes that made Kaida whimper with each thrust.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.

"Hnnhm... Y-you... bas... Ahh~"

"You’re doing so good," Viktor praised, his voice strained. "Taking me so deep..."