Chapter 297: Chapter 297- Elara’s Surrender

Elara’s eyes snapped open.

She gasped, drawing in a sharp breath like someone surfacing from deep water. Her amber eyes darted around wildly, trying to orient herself.

’Where…?’

She was lying down. Something soft beneath her. A bed?

But that didn’t make sense. She’d been in that strange lake, watching Viktor and that black woman—

Elara blinked hard, shaking her head. The image of the endless water was still there, overlaying her vision like a transparent film. But underneath it, she could see ceiling beams. Moonlight streaming through a window. The familiar contours of Viktor’s bedroom.

“Did I… wake up from a dream?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

She moved to sit up, suddenly aware of her nakedness. Her hand grabbed at the white bedsheet, pulling it up to cover her bare breasts.

That’s when she saw her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, cross-legged and completely naked, was the black woman from the lake.

The succubus.

Her obsidian skin seemed to absorb the moonlight, creating an otherworldly silhouette. Those dark nipples were still leaking thin streams of milk. Her crimson eyes were fixed on Elara with an expression somewhere between annoyance and resignation.

Her silver-white hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her tail swished lazily behind her. Her pointed ears twitched slightly.

She was real. Solid. Here.

“Wait—” Elara’s voice cracked. “Who are you?!”

The succubus rolled her eyes dramatically, crossing her arms under her heavy breasts. “Damn it. Do I really have to share a body with you?”

“What?!” Elara clutched the sheet tighter, her mind struggling to process. “Share a—what are you talking about?!”

The succubus sighed, sounding like a teenager forced to explain something obvious. “Listen, merchant girl. Your boyfriend just made me his wife and bound me to your body. So now we’re stuck together. Yay. Thrilling.”

Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.

“But—I don’t—how—”

“Just…” The succubus held up one hand, cutting her off. “Make sure you don’t use my powers recklessly, alright? I don’t need you accidentally seducing the entire manor or burning down the kitchen because you got horny.”

“Powers? What pow—”

PHAACK!

“AHHHHHHH~!”

Elara’s words transformed into a scream as something thick and hot plunged into her pussy without warning.

Her body arched violently off the bed, the sheet falling away. Her hands flew to grip… nothing. The bedsheet. Her own thighs. Anything.

The lake vision vanished instantly. Reality crashed back in full force.

She was on the bed. On her back. Legs spread wide.

And Viktor was between them, his cock buried eight inches deep inside her, his hands gripping her waist with bruising force.

“Welcome back, Elara,” Viktor said, his voice a low, satisfied growl.

Elara’s mind went blank.

The sensation was overwhelming. She could feel everything.

His cock—impossibly thick, stretching her pussy to its absolute limit. The slight curve hitting spots inside her she didn’t even know existed. The throbbing heat of it, pulsing with his heartbeat.

And her ass—

’Oh god, what’s in my—?!’

Something was vibrating inside her asshole. Thick and flexible and moving with a mind of its own.

His tail.

Bzzzztttzzz

“Hngh—ahh—Viktor, please!” Elara gasped, her body trembling. “I just woke up—my insides—they’re still so tender from before!”

But even as she protested, her hands moved on their own. They slid up her stomach to grab her own breasts, squeezing them possessively.

’Why am I—I didn’t tell my hands to—!’

“What’s happening?” she cried out, her voice breaking into a moan. “Why are you—ahhn!—moving inside me like that?!”

His hips pulled back, dragging his cock almost all the way out—she could feel every ridge, every vein—before slamming back in.

PAH

“NNGH! My walls—you’re scraping against all my sensitive spots!”

“Just wait a second,” Viktor said, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the brutal pace he was maintaining.

His hand moved between them, fingers finding the matted, damp hair covering her pussy. He rubbed her clit with practiced precision, the rough pad of his thumb circling the swollen nub.

Elara’s protests died in her throat, replaced by a choked gasp.

“Ah—hah—that place—if you touch me there while you’re moving—!”

She could see it. Looking down her own body, past her bouncing breasts, she could see his cock bulging her lower abdomen. Every thrust created a visible outline—the shape of him literally reshaping her insides.

It should have been terrifying. It should have been painful.

But—

’Why does it feel so good?!’

A pink glow caught her eye. Just above where their bodies joined, a tattoo was forming on her skin. Geometric patterns identical to the ones she’d seen on the succubus, glowing with soft pink light.

“Ahh! Ahh! Something’s—hnng!—glowing on my belly! Right where you’re—where you’re reaching!”

The pleasure was building impossibly fast. Like a dam about to burst. Heat pooled in her core, spreading outward in waves that made her toes curl and her back arch.

Viktor’s thumb pressed harder on her clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Plap-plap-plap.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, his dark eyes boring into hers.

“I can feel it—something’s building—my whole body is burning up! I’m—I’m—CUMMING!”

Elara’s entire body seized up. Her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice. Her vision went white.

SQUIRT.

Clear fluid gushed from her, spraying onto Viktor’s abs and thighs. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream, drool leaking from the corner of her lips. Her eyes rolled back, showing mostly whites.

The orgasm tore through her like lightning, short-circuiting every nerve ending.

As she came down from the peak, gasping for air, her amber eyes refocused on Viktor’s face.

He was smirking. Looking down at her like she was the most entertaining thing he’d ever seen.

“Why…” she panted, her voice small and confused. “Why does being filled by you feel so good? My body—it keeps responding even when my mind says to stop…”

She should hate this. Should be traumatized. Should be crying and pushing him away.

But instead, her hips were rolling to meet his thrusts. Her pussy was gripping him eagerly. Her body was begging for more.

Viktor leaned down, his face hovering inches from hers. “Because…”

He kissed her. Deep and possessive, his tongue invading her mouth, tasting her.

When he pulled back, his lips brushed against hers as he whispered, “The whole night is left.”

Before Elara could process that terrifying promise, his hand moved to her breast. He squeezed roughly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

Squirt.

Milk sprayed from her nipple, arcing through the air.

Elara’s eyes went wide with shock. “What—?! My breasts—they’re leaking! But I’ve never—I’m not a mother!”

She’d never been pregnant. Never given birth. This shouldn’t be possible.

Viktor didn’t seem surprised. He lowered his head, his mouth closing around her leaking nipple. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.

“Ahhn! N-No! Don’t drink from there—it’s making my belly feel strange! Every time you suck, something tightens inside me!”

The sensation was electric. Each pull of his mouth sent jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy, making her clench around his still-thrusting cock.

He drank from her for several long moments before releasing her nipple with a wet ’pop’.

Then his pace changed.

Faster. Harder. More desperate.

Plap-plap-plap-plap—

“Fuck—I’m—gonna—”

Viktor’s grip on her hips became painful. His cock swelled inside her, stretching her even more. His tail in her ass vibrated violently.

Then he buried himself to the hilt and groaned, “Here—take this—Miss Succubus!”

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