Chapter 49: Chapter 49 – Is Viktor trying to use Mira against Helena?

Helena walked through the manor halls, her steps careful and measured despite the throbbing pain radiating from her abused asshole.

Each movement sent sharp reminders of last night’s brutal claiming—the stretch, the burn, the way Viktor’s cock had split her open.

She’d prepared the bath as ordered, heating water over the fire, adding herbs to soothe muscles. Now she was heading to fetch the young master from his training.

But her mind churned with turmoil.

’I need to set boundaries,’ she told herself firmly, one hand unconsciously pressing against her lower back where the ache was worst. ’What happened last night… in front of Mira… that can’t happen again.’

Her face burned with remembered humiliation. Being fucked like a bitch in heat while the new widow watched. Having her asshole destroyed. Passing out from the pain. Waking to find cum still leaking from her gaping hole.

’I have to tell him. No more in front of others. No more… no more regular sex.’

The thought made her chest tighten with guilt that had nothing to do with shame. Her mistress—Viktor’s mother—had entrusted her with caring for him. Not becoming his personal whore.

’I’m betraying her memory every time he touches me.’

But doubt crept in immediately. Viktor’s face flashed in her mind—the way he’d looked at her with such possession, such need. Would he be hurt if she refused him? Angry?

Would he discard her like he’d almost done to Mira?

Her steps faltered as she neared the garden entrance. Helena’s hand went to her chest, feeling her heart hammer beneath her palm.

’Just tell him gently. Set boundaries. He’ll understand. He has to—’

A scream cut through the morning air.

“AHHHHNN~!!”

Helena froze, blood running cold. That was a woman’s voice. Pleasure and pain mixed together in desperate intensity.

She ran.

Her body protested—asshole clenching painfully, legs shaking—but she pushed through, bursting past the bushes into the garden clearing.

The sounds hit her first.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

Flesh slapping flesh in brutal rhythm. Wet, obscene squelching. Heavy breathing and grunts mixing with high-pitched feminine moans.

“Hnnngh~! Yes~! Right there~! Husband~!”

Helena’s eyes found the source.

And her world tilted.

In the exact spot where Viktor had destroyed her last night—where she’d been fucked into unconsciousness—Mira knelt.

On her hands and knees. Back arched impossibly deep. Massive saggy tits swinging wildly beneath her, slapping together with each impact, nipples dragging across the dirt and leaving wet trails.

Behind her, Viktor.

Completely naked. His chubby body glistened with sweat, soft belly jiggling with each thrust. But his cock—that thick, veined shaft—was buried to the hilt inside Mira’s pussy.

His hands gripped her elbows like handles, holding her arms pinned behind her back, using them for leverage as he railed her.

PAH!

“AHHHHNN~!!” Mira’s scream was pure ecstasy, her face visible in profile—eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, drool pouring from her slack mouth.

Helena stood frozen, eyes wide with shock. Her mouth fell open but no sound came out. Her hands trembled at her sides.

She watched Viktor’s cock withdraw—slick with cream, veins bulging—before slamming back in.

PAH!

Mira’s whole body jolted forward from the force, tits bouncing violently. “YES~! Fuck me~! Breed me~!”

Then Mira turned her head, green eyes finding Viktor’s face. She stretched her neck back awkwardly, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss even while he continued pounding her.

Their tongues tangled messily, saliva dripping between them.

When she broke away, gasping, Mira’s voice came out breathy but clear—loud enough to carry across the garden. “Mmm~! I saw how your maid couldn’t take your cock in her anal last night~!”

Helena’s breath caught, tears instantly springing to her eyes.

“How about you use mine instead~?” Mira moaned, punctuated by another brutal thrust. “I’ll take it all~! Every inch~! Not like that inexperienced cow~!”

Viktor’s lips curved into a smirk—predatory and knowing. His eyes flicked up, meeting Helena’s across the garden.

He’d known she was there.

Known she was watching.

He knew Helena loved him, but her memory of treating him like a child was still etched in his mind. To remove it, he needed to make her see him as a man and understand how she would feel if he ignored her.

“You’re right,” Viktor growled, his voice carrying deliberately. He slammed into Mira harder, making her scream. “She’s not a good wife.”

Helena’s knees buckled slightly. Fresh tears spilled over.

’Not a good wife…’

“Mira’s so much tighter than Helena,” Viktor continued, his hands leaving her elbows to grab her massive tits instead. He mauled the saggy flesh brutally, fingers sinking deep, squeezing until they bulged obscenely between his digits.

“AHHH~! YES~!” Mira cried out, her pussy clenching visibly around his shaft with each squeeze.

Viktor pulled her back against his chest, hugging her tits like pillows, burying his face in her neck. “You’re like a pillow with a tight pussy,” he groaned into her skin.

Then his eyes found Helena again over Mira’s shoulder. His next words were spoken directly to his former lover, his tone cruel and dismissive.

“And she’s like a pillow who still needs to learn too much.” Another brutal thrust punctuated his words. “I prefer experienced women over her any time.”

Helena’s vision blurred with tears. Her chest heaved with suppressed sobs.

’Inexperienced? Too much to learn? Prefer someone else?’

“Take it—take all my cum, wife!” Viktor’s hips stuttered, rhythm breaking as his orgasm approached.

“YES~! Fill me~! Breed me~! Make me pregnant~!” Mira screamed, her own climax building.

Viktor slammed deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His balls pressed tight against her swollen clit, cock pulsing violently.

“FUCK—!”

His cum erupted, flooding Mira’s womb with thick ropes of seed. Load after load pumped directly against her cervix, filling her completely.

Mira’s orgasm detonated simultaneously.

“HNNNGGHHH~!!!”

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, milking every drop. But more than that—fluid gushed from her spasming cunt in hot spurts.

She was squirting.

A powerful stream of clear liquid shot out around Viktor’s cock, arcing through the air.

The morning sunlight caught it, creating an iridescent spray—like a rainbow forming from her pussy.

Helena watched the stream, mesmerized and horrified. It kept coming, pulse after pulse, soaking the dirt beneath them in a growing puddle.

Something she’d never done. Could never do.

Proof of pleasure she’d never given him.

Viktor groaned as Mira’s pussy milked him dry, his cock pulsing weakly inside her, still leaking the last spurts.

He held her tight against his chest, both of them trembling through the aftershocks.

Finally, silence fell—broken only by their heavy breathing and the drip of fluids.

Helena’s knees gave out completely.

She collapsed onto the grass, hands catching herself before she face-planted. Tears streamed down her cheeks unchecked, dripping onto the ground below.

’Inexperienced…’

’Not a good wife…’

’Prefers someone else…’

The words echoed in her mind, each one a dagger twisting deeper. She’d given Viktor her virginity. Had came here in this wasteland even knowing all this and yet another woman teies to take her place.

’N-no… I will never…’

Helena’s tears stopped abruptly.

The grief and hurt crystallized into something sharper—anger mixed with desperate resolve. Her hands pressed flat against the grass, nails digging into the soil.

’No. I won’t let this happen.’

She pushed herself up, knees shaking but holding. Her vision cleared, focusing with laser intensity on the two naked bodies across the garden.

’Didn’t he say I am his wife? Then why is this happening?’

’I’m getting my answers now.’

Helena stood fully, shoulders squaring despite the pain radiating from her abused body. Her massive tits heaved with each breath, uniform still torn from last night, barely containing her flesh. But she didn’t care about modesty now.

She moved forward.

Each step deliberate. Purposeful. Her gaze locked on Viktor and Mira like a predator approaching prey—or a woman reclaiming what was hers.

Viktor’s body gave out as the orgasm finished draining him.

His knees buckled, legs folding beneath him until he sat back on his heels. His soft ass pressed against his calves, thighs spread wide, sweat cooling on his skin.

Mira fell with him, their bodies still connected.

She landed in his lap, thick thighs straddling his, her massive saggy tits pressing against his chest. His cock—limp now, spent—stayed buried inside her cum-filled pussy, too snug to slip out immediately.

They both gasped for air, chests heaving against each other. Mira’s head tilted to the side, green eyes focusing on the distance where Helena approached with determined strides.

“She’s finally coming here, husband,” Mira whispered between gasps, her voice carrying just enough to reach Viktor’s ear but quiet enough to seem private.

Viktor’s lips curved into a smirk. He leaned in, nibbling on Mira’s ear—teeth grazing the sensitive lobe, tongue flicking against the shell. His breath ghosted hot against her skin.

“You performed well,” he murmured, voice low and pleased. “Just make sure to put Helena in her place… you know what I want, right?”

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