Chapter 187: Chapter 187- Helping Kaida and Himself

He shoved his cock deep into her throat in one brutal thrust. The head punched past her tongue, past her uvula, straight down into her gullet.

Her throat bulged obscenely. The thick shape of his cockhead was visible through the pale skin of her neck.

Tears exploded from her eyes immediately. Her hands flew up, slapping against his thighs in protest. She tried to pull back but his grip was iron.

She couldn’t breathe. Her nose was pressed against his pubic bone. His balls rested against her chin.

’I’m dying… I’m dying…!’

Viktor held her there for three seconds. Four. Five.

Then he pulled out.

“Gaahhh—! Cough! Cough!”

Kaida gasped, sucking in air desperately. Saliva poured from her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her top. Her eyes were red and watery, mascara already running down her scarred cheeks.

“You… you bastard!” she choked out, voice hoarse and broken.

Viktor just smirked. His cock was coated in her spit now, glistening and harder than before.

He gave her exactly two seconds to breathe.

Then he grabbed her hair again—both hands fisting in her short red locks—and thrust forward.

“GLLKKH—!”

Her eyes rolled back as he hilted himself in her throat again. This time he didn’t stop. He pulled back halfway and slammed in again.

Again.

Again.

Her throat made wet, obscene sounds with each thrust. Spit flew from her stretched lips. Her chin was coated in saliva and pre-cum mixing together into a sticky mess.

Below them, Mira had retreated. She sat back on her heels, watching the scene with a satisfied smile. Her hand moved between her own legs, fingers rubbing her clit lazily as she watched her sister get her throat destroyed.

Kaida’s mind was fragmenting.

’I can’t… I can’t breathe… he’s too deep… too thick…’

But underneath the panic, something else stirred. Something dark and hungry that she’d been suppressing for years.

She could smell him. His musk—earthy and masculine and overwhelming. It filled her nose with each brutal thrust.

Her pussy throbbed in response. The vibration of his tail against her jeans was driving her insane. She could feel herself getting wetter, soaking through the fabric until it was damp and uncomfortable.

’Fuck… why does this feel…’

Her hands moved from his thighs to her own hips, gripping hard as she tried to ground herself. But it didn’t help. Nothing helped.

Viktor’s pace increased. Both hands held her skull like a toy, fucking her face with deep, ruthless strokes. Her throat bulged with each thrust, the shape of his cock visible through her pale neck.

Schlllk. Schlllk. Schlllk.

“Khwackk…! Ggllkhh…!! Hnnkhh…!”

Saliva poured from her stretched lips, coating his shaft and balls. Some of it splattered onto Mira’s face where she sat watching. Mira just licked it off with a satisfied hum.

Kaida’s internal voice screamed at her.

’I’m going to die… he’s going to kill me with his cock… I’m going to drown in his—’

Then the thought hit her. A memory of Mira’s words from this morning, before she’d left for the village.

// Rather than wounds on the battlefield that leave scars… take wounds that turn into pleasure instead. Let’s eat him up, Kaida. //

And that smirk. That fucking satisfied smirk on Mira’s face as she’d said it.

Kaida’s eyes focused through the tears. She looked down at her sister, who was still watching with that same knowing smile.

Their gazes locked.

Mira’s smile widened.

’You knew,’ Kaida thought, anger and arousal mixing into something volatile. ’You knew this would happen. You knew I’d end up here, choking on his cock, crying like a bitch.’

“Fuck… you…” she tried to say, but it came out as garbled nonsense around the thick meat stretching her throat.

Viktor groaned above her. His thrusts became harder, faster. More desperate.

His tail pressed harder against her pussy—then the slick, vibrating tip forced its way past the soaked denim and her panties, plunging directly into her tight, dripping vagina.

Her eyes widened as she tried to jerk back or scream, but with his cock filling her mouth the vibration overwhelmed her instantly—her eyes rolled back as the tail twisted deeper, making her orgasm explode through her body in a gagged moan, “GLLLRRMMMPHH~~!!”

[ Ability Transfer Activated…]

’I’m… I’m going to…’

“It’s our wedding gift,” Viktor growled, voice rough with pleasure.

Then he slammed forward one final time and held her there. His cock pulsed violently in her throat.

“Your mouth is just too good, Kaida!”

’!?!’

“Hhhnnnkk~~!”

Kaida’s eyes went wide.

She felt it. The first rope of cum shooting directly down her gullet. Hot and thick and endless.

Her throat bulged even more as he pumped load after load directly into her stomach. There was no taste—it bypassed her tongue entirely, pouring straight into her belly.

Her eyes started to blacken. Spots danced in her vision.

’Too much… it’s too much…’

Her hands slapped weakly against his thighs again. But he didn’t let go. He kept cumming, kept filling her, until her stomach felt bloated and heavy.

Finally—after what felt like an eternity—he pulled out.

However, with a smirk he said, “Just take some on your face” as he flapped his cock, letting few of the drops fall on her face.

“Y-you…”

thud

Kaida collapsed immediately.

She fell forward onto her hands and knees, coughing and gasping. Saliva and cum mixed together dripped from her lips onto the study floor, his cum overflowing but soon enough getting absorbed as her throat burned. Her jaw ached. Her whole body trembled.

“Kaida!”

Mira was instantly beside her, panic clear in her voice. Her hands hovered over Kaida’s back, unsure whether to touch or give her space.

“You… It was her first time.” Mira snapped, glaring up at Viktor.

But Viktor just knelt down slowly, bringing himself to Kaida’s level. He reached out, tilting her chin up with one finger.

Kaida’s eyes were unfocused. Tears streaked down her scarred face. Saliva and cum coated her lips and chin. Her short red hair was a mess, sticking to her forehead with sweat.

She looked completely fucked and beautiful.

Until—

’!’

Mira’s eyes widened as she looked at Viktor, her lips trembling as she saw it, “H-husband… Th-this?!”

While Viktor just looked at Kaida, whose scars were vanishing, her face was improving again in a way that was unbelievable.

“So,” he murmured, his thumb tracing her swollen bottom lip gently. “You’re more beautiful than I thought, hah, Kaida?”

Kaida’s vision slowly focused. Her red eyes locked onto his dark ones.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Then her hand shot up, grabbing his wrist. Her grip was weak, trembling, but defiant.

“F-fuck… you… bastard” she whispered, voice absolutely destroyed.

Viktor’s smile widened.

“Maybe later,” he replied. “After you catch your breath.”

Viktor stood, slowly turned, and waved his hand as he said, “I am going to take a bath and then will talk with the villagers you have brought until then. Decide, Kaida; I would love to see you spread your legs yourself.”

“Y…YOU! LIKE IN HELL—’

Krieeek—

The door clicked shut behind Viktor.

Kaida’s mouth twitched violently as she stared at the closed door, still on her hands and knees. Saliva dripped from her chin onto the floor.

“Did that bastard just run away?” she spat, voice hoarse and wrecked.

She turned her glare toward Mira, red eyes burning with fury and something else—something she refused to name.

“See? I told you that pervert didn’t deserve to be loved.”

Mira chuckled softly. The sound was light, almost musical, completely at odds with the depraved scene they’d just been part of.

She reached out, her fingers trailing through Kaida’s short red hair. Her touch lingered on the side of her face—right where the scar had been. That long, jagged line that had bisected Kaida’s face from temple to jaw for years.

“Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?”

Kaida’s mouth twitched harder. Heat flooded her cheeks as she slapped Mira’s hand away.

“Did you also get that fetish?” she snapped. “Most probably I look like a pig. Just like you, Mira.”

Mira’s smile widened. She stood slowly, still completely naked, her body glistening with sweat and fluids. Milk still leaked lazily from her swollen nipples but in slow flow.

She pointed toward the corner of the study.

“Just turn around.”

Kaida frowned, suspicion clear on her face. But curiosity won. She pushed herself up onto shaky legs, wobbling slightly as she stood.

Her jeans were soaked through at the crotch. The fabric stuck to her pussy uncomfortably. She could feel the wetness spreading down her inner thighs.

She turned.

A full-length mirror stood against the wall, its ornate frame carved from dark wood. The morning sunlight reflected off its surface.

Kaida took one step toward it. Then another.

Her eyes found her reflection.

Her mouth fell open.

“…what?”

The scar was gone.

Completely gone.

Where the thick, raised line had cut across her face—marring her features for over a decade—there was only smooth, milky white skin. Unblemished. Perfect.

Her lips were red and swollen from sucking cock, yes. Her eyes were still teary and bloodshot from crying. But her face…

“How…?”

Her hand trembled as it rose to touch her cheek. Her fingers traced the path where the scar had been, feeling nothing but soft skin.

No ridge. No texture. Nothing.

She stepped closer to the mirror, her breath fogging the glass as she leaned in. Her hand pressed against the frame for support.

“How?” she whispered again, louder this time. Disbelief colored every syllable.

Behind her, Mira’s reflection appeared. She stepped close, placing her chin on Kaida’s shoulder as she wrapped her arms around her sister’s waist from behind.

“It was due to his seed,” Mira said simply.

Kaida’s mouth opened. Her eyes went wide.

She spun around so fast that—

CRUNCH.

Both women froze.

The sound echoed through the study, sharp and final.

Kaida looked down at her hand. The ornate wooden frame she’d been gripping had splintered under her fingers. Cracks spider-webbed from where her palm had crushed the carved wood like paper.

Pieces fell to the floor with soft clatters.

“Huh?”

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