Chapter 357: Chapter 356 – A Happy Family

More figures emerged from the manor.

A young woman with short red hair and crimson eyes, her athletic build moving with a warrior’s grace. Kaida.

A cat-girl with silver hair and golden eyes, her ears twitching as she took in the newcomers. Bella.

And finally, a woman with pink hair and pink eyes, her curves generous and her expression nervous. Elara.

All of Viktor’s wives, gathering to greet the new arrivals.

Vivian’s knees felt weak. Her head spun, trying to count, trying to process.

’How many wives does this man have?!’

“Welcome,” Helena said softly, stepping forward with that maternal warmth that came so naturally to her. She looked at Vivian, her brown eyes kind despite the bizarre situation. “You must be exhausted. Please, don’t be afraid.”

“We won’t hurt you,” Mira added, her green eyes sharp but her tone friendly. “Viktor’s… intense. But he takes care of his people.”

Vivian’s mouth opened and closed several times before she managed to croak out, “Who… who are all of you?”

“His wives,” Kaida said bluntly, crossing her arms beneath her modest chest. “I’m Kaida.”

“Bella!” The cat-girl chirped, bouncing slightly on her toes. Her tail swished behind her.

“Elara,” the pink-haired woman said quietly, offering a shy smile.

“Helena,” the older pregnant woman introduced herself. “And this is Mira.”

“We’re family,” Mira finished, her hand rubbing her belly in slow circles. “And if you’re here, you’re part of it now too.”

Vivian felt tears welling up again. This was insane. All of this was completely, utterly insane.

She looked at Viktor, who stood there holding her daughter like a prize he’d won. His expression was calm, almost bored.

“I don’t understand,” Vivian whispered. “What do you want from us?”

Viktor’s lips curved into a slight smile. “I already told you. Take care of my pregnant wives. Help around the manor. Make yourself useful.”

He shifted Gwen’s weight, adjusting his hold. “In return, you’ll be safe. Fed. Clothed. Protected.”

His dark eyes locked onto hers. “No slave traders. No knights hunting you. No running. Just… service.”

The word ’service’ hung in the air, loaded with implication.

Vivian swallowed hard.

Movement to her right made her turn. Kaida had approached silently, her crimson eyes fixed on Gwen.

“I’ll take the girl,” Kaida said, reaching out.

“No—” Vivian started forward instinctively.

Viktor handed Gwen over without hesitation. Kaida caught her easily, cradling the unconscious elf girl with surprising gentleness despite her warrior bearing.

Then Kaida’s free hand moved to Gwen’s hip, where a quiver of arrows hung. She unstrapped it smoothly, pulling it free. Next came the bow slung across Gwen’s back. Then a small dagger hidden at her ankle.

All of it removed with practiced efficiency.

“Just precautions,” Kaida said, meeting Vivian’s panicked gaze. “Can’t have her waking up armed and confused.”

Bella appeared at Kaida’s side, helping remove the last of Gwen’s weapons. The cat-girl’s tail swished playfully as she worked.

“Don’t worry~” Bella chirped. “We’ll keep her safe!”

Vivian’s hands clenched into fists, helpless. Watching strangers strip her daughter of her defenses, unable to stop them.

Viktor’s hand landed on Vivian’s shoulder, heavy and possessive.

“Relax,” he murmured. “They’re just helping.”

Before Vivian could respond, Helena and Mira moved closer, flanking her on either side.

“Come,” Helena said gently, taking Vivian’s arm. “Let’s get you inside. You look like you haven’t eaten in days.”

“We made tea,” Mira added, her green eyes twinkling. “And there’s food. Real food. Not travel rations.”

They guided her toward the manor entrance, their hands gentle but firm. Vivian looked back over her shoulder, watching as Kaida carried Gwen toward a different entrance.

“Where are they taking her?!” Vivian’s voice cracked.

“Just to a guest room,” Mira assured her. “So she can rest properly. You’ll see her soon.”

“But—”

“Trust us,” Helena interrupted softly. “We were in similar situations not long ago. Scared. Uncertain. But Viktor…” She paused, glancing back at where Viktor stood in the courtyard. “He’s not what he seems. Give it time.”

They led her inside, through a grand foyer with polished marble floors and up a carpeted staircase. Vivian’s mind barely registered the opulence surrounding her—the paintings on the walls, the crystalline chandeliers, the fresh flowers in vases.

All she could think about was Gwen. And the man who now controlled both their fates.

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Viktor watched the women disappear into the manor, satisfaction curling warm in his chest.

’Two more,’ he thought. ’And elves, no less. High-value acquisitions.’

His cock was still half-hard, pressing insistently against his pants. The feel of Gwen’s breast in his hand, the sight of Vivian’s thick body, the way both women had looked at him with fear and reluctant submission—it all fed the constant hunger that drove him.

But there would be time for that later.

Right now, he had somewhere else to be.

Viktor turned away from the manor, his gaze shifting to the far side of the courtyard. Past the fountain. Past the gardens that Helena had cultivated with her nature magic.

To the temple.

It stood separate from the main building—a smaller structure built of white marble that seemed to glow with its own internal light. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of Viktor performing miracles, surrounded by worshippers.

His temple. His altar. His domain.

And inside, waiting for him…

Olivia.

Viktor’s smirk widened. He took a step forward—

And vanished.

Teleportation. Instant Recall to a location he’d marked.

The world blurred. Darkness swallowed him for a heartbeat.

Then light.

He materialized inside the temple, appearing directly in front of the central altar.

And there she was.

Olivia lay sprawled across the white marble surface, her body limp and trembling. Her golden-blonde hair was matted with sweat, strands plastered to her forehead and neck. Her white priestess robes were in complete disarray—torn, stained, pushed up around her waist.

Her massive breasts heaved with each ragged breath, nipples dark and swollen. Her thick thighs were spread slightly, inner thighs glistening with moisture. Cum—Viktor’s cum—leaked from her pussy, dripping onto the altar beneath her.

But it was her face that caught Viktor’s attention.

Tear-streaked. Flushed. Eyes glazed and unfocused.

Completely fucked out.

She looked up as he appeared, her golden eyes slowly focusing on his face.

“My… my lord…” Olivia’s voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “You’re… back…”

Viktor’s lips curved into a smirk.

He reached down, fingers finding his belt buckle. The metallic clink echoed in the temple’s silence as he undid it. Then his hands moved to the front of his pants.

Ziiiip.

The sound of his zipper sliding down made Olivia’s breath catch.

Viktor pulled himself free, his cock emerging from his pants. Still limp from their earlier marathon session, it hung heavy between his legs—eight inches even soft, foreskin covering the tip, veins visible along the shaft.

He took a step closer to the altar, close enough that his cock was level with Olivia’s face.

“Clean it,” Viktor commanded simply.

Olivia blinked, her eyes focusing on the cock mere inches from her lips. It glistened slightly with remnants of their previous coupling—traces of her own juices mixed with his dried cum.

She didn’t hesitate.

Olivia shifted on the altar, pushing herself up onto her elbows. Her enormous breasts swayed with the movement, heavy and soft. She leaned forward, her mouth opening.

And took him in.

Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock, tongue immediately going to work. She licked slowly, thoroughly, cleaning every inch she could reach. The taste of herself mixed with him flooded her senses—salty, musky, intimate.

Viktor’s hand moved to her head, fingers threading through her damp hair. Not forcing. Just… holding. Possessive.

“Good job,” he murmured, his voice low and approving.

Olivia’s eyes fluttered at the praise. Her mouth stretched wider, taking more of him in. She felt him beginning to harden against her tongue, the flesh swelling and lengthening.

She nodded around his cock, unable to speak with her mouth stuffed full. But her eyes—god, her eyes—looked up at him with such pure devotion that Viktor felt his cock throb.

Then she smiled.

It was subtle—barely a curve of her lips around his shaft—but unmistakable. A smile of contentment. Of happiness at being able to serve him like this.

What a devoted wife, Viktor thought, his grip tightening slightly in her hair.

He let her work for a moment longer, feeling himself grow fully hard in the wet heat of her mouth. Eight inches now, thick and veined, stretching her lips obscenely.

Then Viktor spoke, his tone shifting to something more businesslike even as his cock remained buried in her mouth.

“By the way,” he said casually, “people from my maternal side are coming soon.”

Olivia’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t stop sucking. Her tongue continued its devoted licking, swirling around the head before diving down to lap at the underside of his shaft.

“The Duke of the capital city,” Viktor continued, his free hand moving to her exposed breast. His fingers found her nipple, pinching it lightly. “House Ktorian. Very important people.”

Olivia made a muffled sound around his cock—acknowledgment mixed with a moan as he kneaded her breast.

“They’ll be arriving within this week,” Viktor said, his thumb rubbing circles around her nipple. The flesh was so soft, yielding completely under his touch. “And when they do, you—as my priestess—will need to welcome them alongside me.”

He pinched harder, making her gasp around his cock. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.

“It’s important for my image,” Viktor continued, his dark eyes boring into hers. “The people need to see that I have divine authority. That even the church recognizes me.”

His hand left her breast, moving to her other nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, feeling it stiffen further.

“Having you—a trained priestess from the monastery—standing beside me when nobility arrives?” Viktor’s smirk widened. “That gives me credibility. Legitimacy.”

Olivia nodded frantically, her head bobbing up and down. The movement made her take him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

“Glkk—”

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