Chapter 65 - Post-Dream Marathon

Without a word, Viktor moved. He shifted his weight, hovering over her sleeping form. His hand reached down, fingers trembling slightly as he parted her thighs.She was heavy, relaxed in deep slumber, her flesh yielding easily to his touch. He positioned himself between her legs, the heat radiating from her pussy hitting his cock like a physical blow.

He didn’t wake her. He didn’t ask.

He clamped his hand over her mouth, his palm pressing her lips together.

Then, he pressed the weeping tip of his cock against her wet slit.

Schluck.

With one brutal, singular motion, he plunged his hips forward.

Mira’s eyes flew wide open.

"Mmph—!"

A muffled scream died against his palm. Tears instantly sprang to the corners of her eyes, her pupils dilating in sheer shock as her body was jolted awake by the sudden invasion.

She tried to buck, to push him off, but Viktor was already leaning down, sealing his mouth over hers, swallowing her muffled cries with a bruising, possessive kiss.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t wait for her to adjust.

pah Pah Pah Pah PAH!

"umnh... Nnhnng.... Hnnm... Mmmph...!"

He began to ravage her.

He moved with a primal, starving rhythm, his hips snapping forward, burying his cock to the hilt again and again. Mira was shaking, her lush breasts bouncing violently, slapping against her own chest with every thrust.

She was only half-awake, caught in a delirious space between dreams and this overpowering reality. She couldn’t fight him; she could only moan into his mouth, her arms instinctively coming up to wrap around his neck, hugging him tightly in the midnight darkness.

Her pussy tightened around him, the inner walls clamping down in shock, milking him with a texture that felt incredible—hot, wet velvet that rippled and gripped his invading length.

Viktor groaned into the kiss, his own eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure nearly blinded him. He felt the friction of her soft belly slapping against his, the way her nipples brushed his chest, hard and sensitive.

He pulled back just an inch to look at her.

Mira was weeping silently, her face flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks, but her hips... her hips were starting to meet his. She was accepting him, her body betraying her shock for pure pleasure.

Viktor slammed into her one more time, hitting her cervix deep inside.

"Hmh...!" he gasped, feeling the edge approaching.

Then, movement caught his eye.

Viktor froze, his hips still buried deep inside Mira. He blinked, the haze of lust clearing for a fraction of a second.

Helena was awake.

She was propped up on one elbow, her hair messy, her eyes heavy with sleep but fixated on them. Her hand reached out, her slender fingers resting gently on Viktor’s sweat-dampened hair.

She didn’t look angry. She didn’t look shocked.

She looked... hungry.

Mira, eyes still wet with tears, turned her head on the pillow. Both women locked eyes for a brief moment—an awkward, charged silence passing between them. Helena’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she quickly averted her gaze, embarrassment flooding through her. ’What am I even doing? Watching them like this...’ Her thighs pressed together unconsciously as shame and arousal warred within her.

Helena’s gaze dropped to where Viktor’s cock was disappearing inside Mira, then back up to his face. Her voice was a husky whisper, thick with sleep and desire.

"Please don’t forget about me..." She licked her lips, her eyes dark. "Husband."

It was Midnight....

Helena didn’t wait for Viktor’s response. Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand to her breast. The flesh was heavy, warm, yielding under his palm. Her nipple, already stiff, pressed into the center of his hand like a pebble.

Viktor’s eyes met hers in the dim moonlight. Her plea still hung in the air between them.

He smirked—dark, predatory.

Without a word, he tightened his grip on her breast, using it like a handle. Helena gasped, her eyes widening as he yanked her forward. She winced, a sharp cry escaping her lips as her body was pulled across the bed by her own tit, the flesh stretching, her nipple elongating painfully between his knuckles.

At the same time, his hips resumed their brutal assault on Mira.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

"Hngh~! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!!"

Mira’s body jerked violently with each thrust, her pussy squelching obscenely as Viktor pounded into her without mercy. Her walls clenched around him, the ridged texture gripping his cock like a fist, milking him with every stroke. Her moans became wails, her hands clawing at his back.

Viktor leaned down, his lips crashing against Helena’s mouth in a bruising kiss.

She moaned into it, her tongue sliding against his desperately as he continued to maul her breast with one hand and ravage Mira with his hips.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice a low growl against Helena’s lips.

"Touch yourself. Get ready for me."

Helena’s breath hitched, humiliation burning through her chest. ’He’s telling me to... in front of her?’ Her eyes darted to Mira, who was lost in her own haze of pleasure, and shame coiled hot in her belly. But her body obeyed before her mind could protest.

Her hand slid down between her own legs, trembling fingers finding her entrance. She bit her lip hard, turning her face away so Mira wouldn’t see the mortification written across her features.

Schlick.

"Mmmnghhppp~!!"

Helena’s pussy was already wet, dripping with arousal despite her embarrassment. She plunged two fingers deep inside herself, curling them upward, her thighs trembling.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"Ahhnn~! Ughh~!! Nghh~!!"

The scene was chaotic, primal. Viktor fucking Mira senseless while kissing Helena, his hand crushing her breast. Helena fingering herself while he watched, her face burning with shame. Mira writhing, lost in sensation, completely unaware of Helena’s internal turmoil.

The bed creaked beneath them, the wooden frame groaning under the weight of their movements.

Half an Hour Later

"Ngh... turn over."

Viktor pulled out of Mira with a wet pop, his cock glistening with her juices. Mira whimpered at the sudden emptiness, her pussy twitching, trying to clench around nothing. She rolled to the side, panting, her body spent.

Helena was already on her back, her legs spread wide, her own fingers still working inside herself.

Viktor grabbed Helena’s hips, flipping her onto her stomach. She yelped, her massive breasts squishing against the mattress. He pulled her ass up, forcing her into a prone position—face down, ass up.

Without warning, he lined himself up and thrust.

SCHLUCK.

"AHHH—!" Helena’s scream was muffled by the pillow as Viktor’s cock speared into her in one brutal stroke. Her pussy was tight—so fucking tight—the walls gripping him like a vice. He could feel every ridge, every pulse, the way her cervix kissed the tip of his cock.

He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and slammed in again.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

"Mmph~! Uhngh~!! Ahnn~!!"

And again.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"HNGH~! AAAH~!! NGHH~!!"

Helena’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her toes curling as Viktor ravaged her from behind. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, her breasts dragging across the bed, her nipples leaking milk in thin streams that soaked the fabric beneath her.

Beside them, Mira lay catching her breath, her eyes half-lidded. She watched Viktor take Helena, and something uncomfortable twisted in her chest.

’I shouldn’t be watching this... it’s not my place.’ But she couldn’t look away, her gaze following the rhythm of his hips, the way Helena’s body surrendered to him completely.

Heat crept up her neck, and she finally turned her head away, staring at the wall instead, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her.

Viktor noticed Mira’s stillness and growled, "Don’t just lie there. Come here."

Mira flinched, her heart pounding. Slowly, she crawled closer, keeping her eyes averted from Helena’s tear-streaked face.

Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah.

"Mmph... ahh... mmm... hnngh..."

He gripped Helena’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide, watching his cock disappear into her pink, stretched hole over and over again.

An Hour and Four Minutes In

"Sit on my face."

Viktor lay flat on his back, his cock standing upright like a pillar. His chest heaved with exertion, sweat dripping down his temple.

Mira moved first, positioning herself over his face. She lowered herself slowly, her thighs trembling as her pussy hovered just above his mouth.

Viktor grabbed her hips and yanked her down.

"Ah—!" Mira cried out as his tongue plunged into her, licking deep inside her soaked folds. He sucked on her clit, hard, making her hips buck. His hands gripped her ass, holding her in place as he devoured her.

"Hngh... ahhh... mmm... fuck..."

Helena straddled him from the other direction, her back to Mira. She gripped his cock with both hands, guiding it to her entrance before sinking down slowly.

Her pussy swallowed him inch by inch, the wet heat enveloping him completely. She whimpered, her head falling back as she bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

Then she started to ride him.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

"Ahnn~! Mmph~!! Ughh~!!"

Up and down.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"HNGH~! AAHH~!! NGHH~!!"

Her massive breasts bounced wildly, milk droplets flying from her nipples with every movement. Her hands braced on his thighs as she fucked herself on his cock, her moans growing louder with each bounce.

Behind her, Mira’s hands hovered uncertainly near Helena’s body. ’He’d want me to... but I can’t...’ Her face burned with mortification. Instead, she reached down, gripping Viktor’s arms, focusing all her attention on the sensations of his tongue, using him as an anchor to avoid the awkwardness of Helena’s proximity.

Helena felt the absence of touch and relief washed through her. ’Thank god. I don’t think I could handle that right now.’ She kept her focus entirely on Viktor, on pleasuring him, on the fullness of his cock inside her.

Pah. Pah. PAH. PAH.

"Ughh~! Mmph~!! AAHNGH~!!"

Viktor groaned beneath them, his tongue still buried in Mira’s pussy, his cock throbbing inside Helena before he let out his balls all inside of her in spurts, cumming hard as both women’s heads lolled back, eyes teary and clearly burning with lust.

They seemed to have accepted him as their husband in a way, though the unspoken distance between them remained—a careful boundary neither dared cross.

’Haah... Fuck, What’s with me?’ But for Viktor who was still shooting inside Helena’s womb, something made him too shocked.

’WHY THE HELL AM I STILL ERECT—!?’