Chapter 413: Chapter 412 – Helena always gets love first

Behind them, Elara pressed both hands to her cheeks, pink hair falling around her face, her pink eyes very wide and her tail curling around her own leg in the specific way it curled when she was overwhelmed and didn’t know what to do with her hands.

“They’re— ’already’—” she started.

“’Mhmm~!’” was all Helena said, still pressed against Viktor’s chest like she had no intention of moving for anyone.

Viktor looked over his shoulder. His dark eyes found Bella first, then tracked to Kaida, then Elara. His tail gave one deliberate, slow pulse inside Helena. Helena made a sound that wasn’t a word. Water sloshed.

“Water’s warm,” Viktor said.

Bella was in before he finished the sentence.

She entered the pond the way she did everything — without ceremony, with complete intention. The water rose to her collarbone when she reached him, her silver hair floating around her like something out of a painting, and she pressed herself against Viktor’s free side with the boneless ease of a cat finding its preferred warm surface. Her small pale breasts flattened against his ribs. Her early-pregnancy belly — barely there, barely visible, but ’there’, a slight curve of tightness below her navel that Viktor felt before he saw — pressed against his hip.

“Hmm,” Bella said, tilting her chin up at him. “You forgot to call.”

“Telepathic network,” Viktor said. “You felt it.”

“I wanted you to call.”

His hand left Mira’s hip and found the back of Bella’s head instead. He pulled her into his neck. She bit him there — not hard, not soft, the specific pressure of a catgirl marking something that was hers — and purred.

“’Nnn~.’”

His cock drove deeper into Mira.

’Pah. PAH. PAH.’

“’Hngh—!! S-stop— going—’ so deep—” Mira’s voice cracked. Her thighs were shaking where they gripped the stone. She pressed her forehead to the rock and breathed through her teeth. “I can feel you in my— ’Ungh—!!’ —stomach, you absolute—”

“Language,” Viktor said.

“’GO TO—’ ’Haahn~!’—”

The rest of it dissolved into a sound that had nothing to do with words.

Kaida entered the water like someone stepping onto a battlefield she’d already decided to win. Her warrior’s body cut through the surface without hesitation — lean and athletic and milky-white, her red hair going dark the moment it hit the water, her firm breasts rising with the brief shock of temperature. She waded until she was standing directly in front of Viktor, close enough that the water between them churned from his movement into Mira.

She crossed her arms.

Her crimson eyes looked directly into his.

“I waited,” she said.

“You were late.”

“I was sharpening my blade.”

“At dawn.”

“Yes.” Her jaw was set. Her eyes, despite everything, kept dropping half an inch, then snapping back up. A muscle in her jaw jumped. “…Is there room.”

Viktor’s tail uncoiled from Helena with a slowness that made Helena exhale like she’d been holding her breath for an hour. It rose out of the water — that thick black incubus appendage with its purple-spade tip, gleaming wet, still carrying Helena’s heat on its surface — and curved toward Kaida’s hip.

Kaida’s eyes tracked it.

“Don’t you dare,” she said.

The tail tip traced along the outside of her waist, just above the water, with absolutely no urgency.

“’…I’m warning you—’”

It flicked her ass under the surface, casual as a tap.

“’Viktor.’”

“Turn around, Kaida.”

A pause. Three seconds of warrior dignity and self-respect. Then she turned, because they both already knew she was going to, and her hands went to the flat pond rock beside Mira’s, and her back arched with the precise instinct of a body that had learned his shape and couldn’t unlearn it.

Viktor’s tail found her from below the water.

’”Hnngh~—!”’ Kaida’s voice came out at a pitch she would deny later, quiet and immediate and nothing like the woman who had walked in with her arms crossed.

“Good morning,” Viktor said.

“’Shut up.’”

The tail had its own intelligence. Or Viktor’s incubus blood had threaded enough intention into it that the distinction stopped mattering. It worked Kaida slow and deep while Viktor’s cock continued its work inside Mira, one hand returning to Mira’s hip and the other finding the back of Bella’s thigh under the water as she pressed along his side. Four women. His hands and cock and tail all occupied simultaneously, the water churning white between their bodies, the dense sexual energy rolling off them in visible waves that made Rusty’s glow flare brighter at the edge.

“’Young Master—’” Helena’s voice was soft against his chest. Her fingers traced the muscled plane of his stomach, feeling the contraction of his abs with each thrust, feeling the shift of his body as he balanced four demands at once. She looked up at him with warm brown eyes that had gone glassy and soft, and her lips curved. “You’re warm. Even in the water, you’re warm.”

“Stop noticing things,” Viktor said.

“I can’t help it.” She pressed her pregnant belly to him again, deliberately. “It’s mine to notice.”

His jaw shifted. He bent and bit her neck.

“’Ahnn~.’” She melted.

’Pah. Pah. PAH.’

Mira’s thighs were trembling properly now, the stone under her hands wet and warm from her grip, and her green eyes were fully glazed with the look she got when she’d stopped calculating and started just ’receiving’. Her soft round belly pressed the flat rock. Her heavy lactating breasts swayed in the water with each thrust, nipples trailing white that dissolved before it reached the surface.

“Viktor— I’m— ’close’— don’t you dare—” Her voice was a warning but her hips were moving back into him on their own, rocking to match his pace, her body openly contradicting her mouth. “Don’t you dare finish inside me and then just— ’Hnn—!’— and then leave me and go to Bella—”

“Mm.”

“’Mm’?! That’s not a—’Ahnn~!!’ — ’answer’—”

“You’ll know when I finish,” Viktor said simply.

Something about those four words made Mira’s whole spine arch. Her toes curled against the pond bed.

“’Hiekk~—!’”

’His’ incubus mark above her clitoris — that glowing sigil, his ownership written in divine demonic light — pulsed once beneath the water.

The orgasm hit Mira like a closed fist.

“’AAANGHH~!!’”

Her thighs slammed together. Her hands slipped off the rock. The water around her waist erupted white with the force of her squirt, her body shaking in long rolling waves, and Viktor gripped her hips and drove ’deep’, once, twice, holding the third thrust buried while she came apart.

’PAAAH—’

His seed released inside her. Dense, hot, impossible volume for a man his size — and it didn’t leak. It never leaked with Mira. Her body ’drank’ it, every rope absorbed into her womb walls the moment it touched them, leaving the water clear. The system’s breeding mechanics at work, silent and efficient and completely obscene.

Mira collapsed against the rock, breathing hard, legs barely holding.

“…Good morning,” she said eventually, into the stone.

“Good morning,” Viktor said.

He turned.

Bella was already in position — she’d been waiting, perched on a flat submerged shelf of rock at the pond’s edge, water at her hips, her legs parted and her tail curved behind her, golden eyes bright with the specific impatience of a catgirl who had sat with dignity for exactly as long as dignity was worth sitting with.

“Finally,” she said.

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