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Chapter 55: Chapter 55- Finally the Ride is Over... flow

Pah! Pah! Pah!

”Nghaa! Hrrgh! Eeeek!!”

”F-Fuck... Mira, keep sucking...” Viktor grunted, his eyes glazed over.

Mira obeyed, her tongue flicking and swirling over his testicle, her hand gently squeezing the other—her own pussy leaking as she felt his balls pulse with endless reserve, no sign of tiring.

’Can a man do this?...’

The combined stimulation was unbearable.

With a final, guttural roar, Viktor emptied himself deep inside Helena.

It wasn’t a single burst, but thick, hot globs of semen pumping directly into her womb, filling her to the point of overflowing—his cock still grinding that spot to force her climax alongside his.

He kept thrusting, pulsing load after load into her until she was completely full, his galloping rhythm unbroken.

”Grrraaahhh ~!! ”

PAH! PAH! PAH!

”Aaaagh! Ungh! Kyaaah!!”

Squelch... squish... splurt...

Helena shattered first—her pussy convulsing in a squirting torrent, clear fluid erupting around his shaft in hot jets that soaked the mud, her body seizing on tiptoes as waves ripped through her.

’It’s coming—I’m squirting— he made me—’

As he finally pulled out, a thick stream of his seed mixed with a slick of bright red blood gushed from her pussy.

The herb paste he had plunged inside her earlier slid out with the torrent.

And the moment it slid in, something became more clear.

Her virginity was not just taken; it was annihilated, her inner walls now cleared and ready for his cock to reshape them completely.

”Hah... hah... AahnHnn...”

Viktor’s cock slipped free from Helena’s ravaged cunt with a wet, obscene ’schlorp’, the thick ropes of his cum bubbling out in heavy globs mixed with that fresh streak of blood and herb paste.

Her pussy lips, now bald and puffy from the depilatory brew, gaped wide like a wrecked flower, twitching and leaking onto the muddy bank.

Helena collapsed forward, her face smooshed into the damp grass, ass still hiked up as her body shuddered in broken aftershocks, tits mashed flat under her chest like deflated pillows soaked in sweat and pond slime.

”Ahn... hah...”

Her mind was white noise, thoughts scattered like ash.

The herb paste he’d shoved inside her earlier wasn’t done.

It fizzed against her torn walls, heating from within, making her pussy throb with renewed need despite the brutal stretching.

Her hips twitched involuntarily, ass lifting slightly as if begging for more—a reflex she couldn’t control.

’No... I just came... but my womb... it’s aching for him again...’

Mira, still kneeling in the shallow water, eyes locked on that half-limp beast of a cock dangling heavy between his thighs, couldn’t stand it.

Her own pussy throbbed empty, neglected, the saggy weight of her udders pulling at her chest as she crawled forward like a bitch in heat.

Her thoughts were razor-focused, desperate.

’I need it... gods, I NEED it... my fingers were nothing compared to this...’

The herbs in the water had soaked into her shaved pussy, making her clit swell fat and sensitive, every movement sending electric jolts through her pelvis.

She could feel her inner walls clenching on nothing, slick gushing down her thighs in hot pulses that clouded the green water.

’Years of touching myself... and he made me squirt harder in minutes... I’ll die if I don’t get filled...’

Before the meat could fully soften, her hand shot out, grabbing the slick shaft, and she yanked it to her mouth.

Lips sealed tight around the cum-smeared head, she sucked hard—vacuum-tight, tongue swirling the salty mess of Helena’s juices and his seed, pulling like she was trying to milk the life back into it.

’Slurp... slurp... mmmph...’

He smirked down at her, that predatory glint in his eyes sharpening as his cock twitched back to life in her greedy mouth.

”Greedy woman,” he muttered, fingers tangling in her wet hair.

With a rough yank, he hauled her up by the scalp, her mouth popping off with a gasp, strings of spit and cum connecting her lips to his swelling head.

’Pop... gasp...’

She stumbled, legs wobbling, but he didn’t give a fuck—grabbed her thick waist and threw her down beside Helena on the bank.

Mira landed hard on her side, then rolled to all fours, her massive saggy tits flopping out like overripe melons, one smacking the ground so heavy it acted as a pillow under her cheek, the dark nipple scraping dirt as she panted.

Thud... pant...

Her mind screamed with anticipation.

The herbs were working overtime now. Her clit pulsed visibly, swollen to the size of a grape, and her pussy lips felt hot and puffy, leaking clear fluid that mixed with the pond water still dripping from her thighs.

The tingling heat spread through her pelvis, making her inner walls contract rhythmically.

Both women now side by side, asses up, faces turned toward each other in the grass—Helena’s eyes teary and wild, Mira’s glazed with desperate hunger.

Their thick thighs trembled, pussies exposed and dripping, the air thick with the musk of fucked-out cunts and herbal steam rising from the pond.

Viktor stepped between them, his cock now rock-hard again, veins bulging like ropes, the head angry red and pointed at Mira’s plump, shaved slit.

He slapped it against her entrance once, twice, the wet smack echoing.

’Smack! Smack!’

Mira’s body jolted with each slap, her pussy clenching involuntarily.

’He’s... teasing me... no, please, just shove it in... I can’t...’

But her body betrayed her desperation—a fresh gush of slick erupted from her entrance, splattering against his cockhead, her swollen clit throbbing so hard it ached.

”You don’t need to worry,” he growled, voice low and commanding, gripping her hip like a handle.

”I will not go down without satisfying you both today.”

Then he plunged in—balls-deep in one savage thrust, his thick girth splitting her experienced walls wide, the suction of her cunt pulling him in like a velvet vice already slick from her earlier leaks.

PAH!

”OUUUNGH~!! ♡”

Mira’s back arched, her saggy tits dragging in the mud as her mouth fell open in a guttural wail, eyes crossing while Helena watched from inches away, their horny bitch faces mirroring each other—lips parted, tongues lolling, cheeks flushed like whores begging for more.

’Yowl... ahhn...’

Mira’s thoughts exploded into chaos.

’DIFFERENT—IT’S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT—’

She’d been fucked before, years ago, but this—this wasn’t just cock.

His shaft spiraled on entry, the veined surface scraping every nerve cluster she didn’t know existed, and the angle—gods, the ANGLE—his Cavalry Master instincts made him thrust like he was riding at full gallop, hips pistoning with machine precision to grind the swollen ridge of her G-spot relentlessly.

’He’s... my husband...’

Her pussy convulsed involuntarily, walls rippling to milk him, but the herbs made her so sensitive that each drag felt like lightning.

The heat inside her doubled, her womb aching as fluid built pressure deep in her bladder.

’I’m going to squirt again... already... how...’

He didn’t ease up.

Hips snapped forward in a brutal rhythm, pounding her from behind while his free hand reached over to Helena’s ruined pussy.

Two fingers—thick and unyielding—jammed straight into her freshly torn hole, the blood-tinged cum squelching around his knuckles as he finger-fucked the pain right back into her.

Helena’s body jerked, her hymen-shredded walls clamping down in agony-mixed bliss, the stretch burning fresh even after his cock had reshaped her.

Her mind fractured between pain and need.

”IEEEK~~~!!! m..aster, it’s still—ANNGHH!?”