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Chapter 544: Chapter 543- A Noblewoman and A Commoner- Both together for a Single Man

They were, effectively, attached. A single unit. Two women’s bodies joined by gold at the four points that their bodies least wanted to share with each other.

Eliantra looked at Helviana.

From three inches away.

”I want it noted,” she said, with the specific, shaking dignity of a woman maintaining position under genuinely terrible circumstances, ”that I object to this.”

”Noted,” Helviana said. Her voice was shaking. Her face was red. She was not looking at Eliantra. ”I also object.”

”Good.”

”Good.”

Viktor looked at both of them.

”Scissor your legs,” he said.

He did not wait for compliance.

He provided the compliance himself — his hands finding their legs, arranging, scissoring their thighs together in the interlocked position that placed both their pussies accessible from the same angle. The chain between their clits shortened with the new geometry, pulling both hooks tighter. Both women made the same sound at the exact same moment.

”NNGHH~!!!”

He leaned over them.

The mating press — his body over theirs, one forearm beside Helviana’s head, the other beside Eliantra’s, his weight coming down, his chest against both of theirs simultaneously, his face lowering into the space between their faces, his shoulders blocking the room above them.

Both women’s heads on his shoulders.

One on his left. One on his right.

His hips aligned.

He did not look at which hole he was aimed at. He did not care. He pushed.

His cock found Helviana’s pussy on the first stroke — the rebuilt, tight, soaking wet entry of her, the walls gripping him immediately with the enthusiastic, desperate clench of a body that had been waiting — and he drove home.

PAH!

”AAANGHH~!!! NGH—NGHH~!!!” — Helviana.

The motion of his hips transferred through their joined bodies via the chains.

When he thrust, his hips drove into Helviana — her body shifted, her whole torso moving backward with the impact. The nipple chains pulled. Eliantra’s nipples pulled forward with Helviana’s movement. The clit chain pulled. Eliantra’s clit pulled toward Helviana.

”NGHH~!! NGH~!!” — Eliantra, receiving the thrust secondhand through gold links.

He hadn’t touched her.

He hadn’t needed to.

PAH PAH!

”AAAHH~!! NGH~!! HAHN~!!” — Helviana, at the thrusts.

”MMNGH~!! NGH~!! AAHHNN~!!” — Eliantra, at the chain pulling.

PAH PAH PAH!

”KYAAAHH~!!! MASTER~!!! MASTER—IT’S PULLING—MY NIPPLE—MY—NGHH~!!!” — Eliantra.

”AAANGHH~!!! TOO DEEP—TOO DEEP—HAAHH~!! I CAN’T—NGHH~!!!” — Helviana.

His hips found the rabbit rhythm.

Not gradual. Not building. Simply ’there’ — the full-speed, continuous, blurring pace that his body produced when it had decided to stop thinking and start running, the slap of his hips against Helviana’s thigh continuous and loud, the chains between the two women clinking with each thrust in the thin, metallic, rhythmic voice of gold under tension.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH!!

”AAAHH~!! AAAHH~!! NGH~!! NGH~!! HIIEEE~!!! MASTER~!!!”

”NGHH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!! IT PULLS—IT PULLS—VIKTOR—STOP—NGH—DON’T STOP—”

Eliantra caught herself.

’Don’t stop’ had come out of her mouth.

She felt it arrive in the air between them, felt Helviana’s eyes find her face from three inches away, felt the specific, mortified awareness of a woman who has said something true that she did not intend to say.

”I—” she started.

He pulled his cock out of Helviana’s pussy.

Shifted his hips.

Found her anal.

PHACK!!

”KYAAANGHGHH~!!! NGH—NGHH—TOO—TOO MUCH—”

The thrust drove Helviana into Eliantra. Their breasts crushed together hard enough that both sets of nipple hooks pulled simultaneously, the X of chains yanking from two directions at once, the clit chain pulling both clits toward each other with the combined force of two bodies being slammed together.

Both women screamed.

”AAAAAANGHHHH~!!!!” — together. The involuntary harmony of two women whose bodies had just received the same signal through different channels simultaneously.

He kissed Helviana.

Not gently. The full, open, claiming kiss of a man who had decided her mouth was available and had taken it, his lips finding hers while his hips continued their rabbit rhythm, the combination of being fucked in the anal and kissed while chained to the breast and clit of a noblewoman apparently constituting more than Helviana’s mental compartmentalization could manage.

She kissed back.

He pulled away.

Kissed Eliantra.

The same kiss. The same claiming. His mouth on hers while he was currently buried in another woman’s anal, the chain between their clits still taut, the intimacy of it landing on Eliantra with the full weight of something she had no precedent for.

She kissed back.

She would examine this later.

Not now.

PAH PAH PAAH PAH PAH!!

”AAAHH~!! HAAANGH~!! NGHIEE~!! MMASTER~!! MMNGHH~!!!”

”NGH~!! NGH~!! IT HURTS—AND I—AAANGHH~!! DON’T STOP—PLEASE—MASTER—DON’T—”

The chains clinked continuously — the rhythmic, thin, golden percussion of metal links under repeated tension, clinking and releasing and clinking, pulling their most sensitive places toward each other with each thrust and releasing with each withdrawal, the sensation building in both women from opposite directions simultaneously.

Thirty minutes.

He did not slow down.

He changed holes occasionally — pulling from Helviana’s anal and finding her pussy again, then back, the change always preceded by the withdrawal and the small, broken cry she made when something left her and then a louder one when it returned somewhere else. Both women’s thighs soaking. The sheets below them comprehensively ruined. The milk from Eliantra’s breasts — her body still producing, still releasing with each stimulation of the chains — running between their chests and down both their stomachs and onto everything below.

Helviana’s pussy had swollen.

The lips visibly thickened, the dark, wet, puffy fold of them flushed and hypersensitive and clinging to him every time he pulled out, the inner walls having been worked beyond what they were designed to sustain at this pace for this duration.

She was crying.

Genuinely. The tears running sideways across her face into her hair, her mouth open, her voice a continuous, broken, non-structural stream of sound.

”Haahh— haahh— mas—master—please—it hurts—please don’t stop—please—PLEASE—”

The contradiction of ’it hurts’ and ’please don’t stop’ existing in the same sentence, in the same breath, from the same mouth, carrying the full, honest, completely undignified truth of a woman whose pain threshold and pleasure threshold had been merged into a single line.

Eliantra heard it.

Said nothing.

Was making the same sounds.

He pulled out of Helviana.

Twisted.

His hands finding Helviana’s hips and lifting — turning her, repositioning her over Eliantra, placing the commoner’s body above the mistress’s in the specific arrangement of a woman on her hands and knees over another woman.

Like a dog on its four.

Helviana’s knees on either side of Eliantra’s hips. Helviana’s hands on either side of Eliantra’s head. Helviana’s heavy, chain-connected breasts hanging directly above Eliantra’s face, the nipple hooks and the X of gold chains visible from Eliantra’s perspective as a very close, very detailed ceiling.

Eliantra stared upward at this arrangement.

At the underside of Helviana’s breasts.

At the chains connecting them.

At the ceiling of another woman’s chest directly above her face.

Her expression went through several stages in quick succession.

”This is undignified,” she said. To no one in particular. In the flat, resigned voice of a woman who has accepted that she has no useful vocabulary for her current situation.

Viktor aligned himself behind Helviana.

His cock — finding her pussy from behind, the standing position giving him a different angle, the thrust from this geometry going deeper than the previous positions — pushed.

PHACK!

”AAANGHH~!!!”