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Chapter 243: Chapter 243- Viktor knows how to do Trash Talk

’It does make us live, pound deep and suck... but...’ Viktor wanted to give logic but he ignored her. He walked towards Helena as he wanted to talk dirty specially how he was and how fuckable she looked.

All seemed like backdrop now.

He stopped directly in front of her, close enough that her exposed breast brushed against his chest.

”We’re going to build our home,” he murmured, loud enough for everyone to hear while fingers resting on her hourglass-like body, trailing up and palm enjoying her flinching. ”Your body is going to be the foundation. Your pussy and ass are going to birth every room, every wall, every piece of furniture.”

”Ah...” Helena trembled, but didn’t look away. Her brown eyes were glazed, still hazy from her orgasm minutes ago.

”And Elara?” Viktor glanced over his shoulder feeling Helena letting her body loose and press more towards him. ”You’re going to watch your future being built. Consider it... orientation.”

Elara’s face was the color of a tomato. ”I am NOT—this is NOT—!”

She wanted to run. To flee. To do anything except stand there holding a bouncing purple slime while watching this man prepare to fuck his wife into constructing an entire manor.

’Wait... how is he going to feed demonic essence by doing that?’ Elara didn’t even ask herself how did even she knows Rusty eats demonic essence but rather doubted most basic question, blinking as if all other things were obvious.

But her legs wouldn’t move.

And some traitorous part of her brain whispered: ’You already know you’re not leaving. Stop pretending.’

Viktor’s hand moved to Helena’s exposed breast. His palm covered it completely, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he groped it feeling how cold it had become due to exposure yet warming faster as blood rushed due to his grip.

”Young Master...” Helena breathed.

His other hand gripped her hip, pulling her flush against him. She could feel his cock—hard as steel—pressing into her belly through his pants.

”Last time we did anal,” Viktor said conversationally, ”you crushed my balls, get filled a load till it kept dripping for all day. You remember?”

Helena nodded frantically. ”Y-yes—in the bath—I jumped on you— but wait didn’t we did it in night near railing—”

”Shh. Don’t remind that night to Elara.” His hand squeezed her breast, thumb brushing over her swollen nipple. ”Or she will again run away recalling some indecent sounds of your which made her runaway.”

Her thighs pressed together. ”I—I couldn’t help—you were just!”

’F-fuckers...’ From here, to Elara all of this should look two couples being romantic and talking bed time dirty talks.

But seeing that cringier pervert talking world’s most garbage trash talk to a woman who seems equally corrupted made her ears bleed.

”This time,” Viktor continued, his voice dropping to that dark rumble that made her pussy clench, ”is going to be different.”

”D-different how?”

’DON’T ACT INNOCENT’ Elara face was blank, eyes squinted seeing this drama of innocence from that lady who wasn’t appearing completely ready and even waiting to be fucked.

Viktor’s grin was absolutely wicked. ”Because this time, your ass is going to do more than just take my cock.” His hand slid from her hip to her ass, gripping one fat cheek and spreading it. ”It’s going to create.”

Helena’s eyes widened. ”Create...?”

”Every thrust builds a wall. Every orgasm forms a room. Every time you clench that tight ass around my cock—” He squeezed her cheek hard enough to leave fingerprints. ”—we build something for us.”

”I—I don’t understand—”

”You will.” Viktor released her suddenly. ”Rusty!”

”Kyuu!” The slime bounced out of Elara’s trembling hands—she’d been holding it like it was a venomous snake—and landed in front of Viktor.

”We need a bed first,” Viktor commanded. ”Right here. Center of the room.”

Rusty quivered before averted its body turning away as if giving privacy and with hand signaled, ”Kyu... Kyu...”

’As I thought.’ Viktor had realized that the amount of Demonic Essence becomes twice or more when he inserts his tail inside of his woman vagina, making it the reason he asked Helena to do anal today.

Since his tail will be busy somewhere else.

His hand unbuttoned his shirt and the tail coiled at his waist got the space to move like snake.

Without warning, Viktor’s tail—that thick, spaded appendage—snaked around from behind him.

It pressed between Helena’s thighs.

Against her pussy.

Still soaked. Still sensitive. Still clenching from her orgasm minutes ago.

”Ahhn—!” Helena gasped as the tail’s spaded tip pushed against her entrance, the sheer vibration made her already sensitive body to quiver.

”Young Master—wait—not yet—I’m still—!”

Viktor’s tail pushed inside.

Schlllck.

Helena’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled back, tongue visible, drool already forming at the corner of her lips.

’Fuck...’ Viktor groaned as he felt it, the sensitivity was too much as he felt his pant might tear apart due to pressure and arousal caused by his tail tightly getting crushed inside of her.

The tail was different from his cock. Smoother. More flexible. But thinner—maybe not the spade itself—and that allowed him to fill her completely.

”AHHHNNN—!” Her legs gave out.

Viktor caught her, one arm around her waist, holding her up as his tail began to move.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Schlck schlck schlck schlck

”Ungh... Unnhmm...! Hnngh...!”

The wet sounds echoed through the empty chamber, obscene and unmistakable.

Helena’s hands flew to her mouth, trying to muffle her moans, but it was useless.

”Mmph—mmmnngh—ahhn—!”

Behind them, Elara stood frozen, amber eyes wide as dinner plates, watching the impossible scene unfold.

The tail—that purple black, spaded thing—was buried inside Helena’s pussy, visible only when it withdrew slightly, glistening with her arousal before plunging back in.

Helena’s legs wobbled weakly, unable to balance on the ground as Viktor held her on toes, impaled on his tail.

Her exposed breast bounced with each thrust. Her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her panties—still shoved aside—framed her stretched entrance perfectly.

’HEH—HUHHH—HEEHHHH!’ Elara’s mind crashed.

”What—what are you—?!” Elara finally found her voice. ”A-A-a Tail—”

Her whole body had just paralyzed.

A man or human having a tail that entered woman’s vagina while she moaned and trembled—nope, she knew this was most insane thing ever.

Viktor glanced at her, his expression casual despite the fact his tail was currently fucking his wife, feeling his cock inside of her, the sensation mixing but controlled. ”This is my ability.”

And he made the simple excuse since there were ability where skin turned like scale, hand grew claws—so why not he grow a tail.

”That’s not—you’re just—” Elara wanted to deny all this but suddenly a sinister shadow image flashed in her mind—loud moans of women, yelling to be bred with hips up getting pounded by a man in a deserted manor while his tail and mouth enjoying the other women while all of them cried one thing, ’Give us your seed, HUSBAND!’

Yeah, Helena’s cries pretty much sparked her mind while her imagination of Viktor being a perverted trashy lord holding breeding manor gave her an imagination that simply sparked her plugs off.

”Elara.” Viktor’s voice carried a warning edge as he felt disturbed into enjoying his time. ”What did I tell you?”

”I—”

”Shut. Up. And. Watch. Assistant.”