Helena felt it immediately—his cock, bare and throbbing, pressing hot against her inner thigh.
His pants had slipped off completely during the tumble, leaving him naked from the waist down.
The thick shaft dragged across her soft skin, leaving a sticky trail of precum, while his heavy balls—swollen and wrinkled like overripe fruit—nestled against her leg, radiating heat.
"Ah—! Young master, your... your thing... it's so hot..." Her eyes trembled, wide and unfocused, as she looked down between their bodies.
The sight made her dizzy—his fat cock lying across her thigh, twitching with each pulse of his heartbeat, the foreskin sliding back and forth over the engorged head.
Viktor didn't answer, too lost in sensation.
Both hands grabbed her massive breasts, sinking fingers deep into the yielding flesh as he buried his face into the crook of her neck.
His lips latched onto the tender skin there, sucking hard—teeth scraping lightly as he worked a dark purple mark into existence.
"Mmh... nngh..." Helena's voice came muffled, broken by hitching breaths as his cock started grinding against her thigh.
The friction was maddening—his shaft rubbing up and down, smearing her skin with his slick precum while his balls dragged heavily behind.
He shifted his hips, angling lower, and suddenly his cock slipped under the edge of her panties—the fabric stretching as his thick meat pushed inside the elastic, the string digging into her hip on one side while his cock pressed directly against her hairy mound on the other.
"Ahhn—! It's... it's touching... directly now... nnh..." Her hips bucked involuntarily, the coarse pubes catching on his skin, pulling slightly as he ground harder.
The sensation sent sparks through her core, making her pussy clench and leak more, soaking the already-drenched panties further.
Viktor groaned into her neck, the vibration humming against her throat as he sucked harder, leaving another hickey just below the first. "Helena... fuck... you're so soft..."
"Y-young master... it hurts a little... the sucking... ahh... but feels good too... like you're claiming... nnh..." Her hands moved to his back, fingers digging into his soft flesh as she held on, thighs trembling around his hips.
But his belly—that soft, protruding gut—pressed down on her stomach, limiting his movement. Every time he tried to thrust properly, his weight pinned her too flat, the angle all wrong.
He could only grind awkwardly, his cock slipping and sliding against her pussy lips through the thin barrier of fabric.
"Fuck... I can't—" Viktor growled in frustration, lifting himself up slightly on his arms. His belly sagged between them, still brushing her skin, but now he had room to maneuver.
His hand shot down, grabbing the soaked black panties and yanking them aside roughly. The elastic dug into her thigh, pulling taut as he exposed her completely.
Helena's eyes flew wide, hands immediately covering her face as mortified heat flooded her. "Y-young master, don't look!"
But he was already looking—drinking in every raw detail.
Her pussy lay bare before him: thick outer lips covered in a wild bush of dark, coarse hair that curled and matted from her wetness, inner labia peeking through—swollen and glistening pink against the brown skin, slick with her cream that pooled at her entrance.
The scent hit him again, stronger now without barriers—that pungent, earthy musk mixed with her arousal's sharp tang.
His gaze traveled up: her massive breasts spilled to either side of her chest, sagging heavily with gravity, dark brown nipples standing rigid and twitching with each ragged breath.
A sheen of sweat covered her body, making her pale skin gleam in the dim moonlight.
The fresh hickeys on her neck stood out purple-red against the flush spreading down her throat.
Her arms raised to hide her face exposed the tufts of brown hair in her armpits, damp and curling.
Her legs tried instinctively to close, thighs pressing together, but his hand gripped her knee—spreading her wide again with firm pressure.
"I will say it again, you look beautiful," Viktor breathed, voice thick with genuine awe.
Helena's fingers parted slightly over her face, one eye peeking through. "Y-you really think...?"
He didn't answer with words—just positioned his cock at her entrance, the swollen head pressing against her slick folds.
The coarse hairs scratched his sensitive skin, making him hiss, but he pushed forward slowly.
Her outer lips stretched around him, the thick labia parting reluctantly as his cock head pressed inward. The tightness was immediate—her virgin entrance resisting, clenching instinctively.
"Ahh—! W-wait... young master... it's... it's tearing... I'll tear apart... please stop!"
Helena's voice pitched into panic, hands dropping from her face to grip his shoulders, nails digging in.
Viktor froze immediately, looking down at her with concern cutting through the lust. "Helena—"
But she saw it—the worry in his eyes, the way he stopped without hesitation because he thought he was hurting her. Her chest tightened, heart thudding hard.
She closed her eyes, turning her face away, breath shuddering. "P-please... continue, young master. I... I can take it."
"Are you sure? I don't want to—"
"Please." Her voice came firmer, trembling but resolute. "I don't want to hurt you by stopping."
Viktor's expression softened, something warm flooding his chest. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead—lips lingering there as he whispered, "Thank you."
Then he pushed again, slowly.
But his cock kept slipping—the combination of her excessive wetness from the orgasm and the coarse hairs made it nearly impossible to get purchase.
His head would press against her entrance, stretch her slightly, then slip upward, dragging through her folds and bumping her clit instead.
"Fuck... what's happening..." Viktor growled in frustration, trying again. Same result—slip, slide, her labia stretching then releasing as his cock failed to penetrate.
Helena's face burned with embarrassment, watching him struggle. "I-I'm sorry... I came too much... it's too wet and slippery now..."
He tried once more, gripping his shaft to guide it, but again it slid off course, smearing precum and her juices together in a messy coating.
"Shit—"
Helena bit her lip, then slowly sat up slightly, her heavy breasts swaying as she reached down with both trembling hands.
Her fingers wrapped around his thick cock—barely able to encircle it—and she guided the head carefully to her entrance, holding her outer lips apart with her thumbs.
"P-please continue, young master," she whispered, looking up at him with glassy eyes, face flushed and vulnerable.
Viktor's breath hitched. He leaned down, kissing her forehead again—longer this time, reverent. When he pulled back, his voice came rough with emotion.
"I promise you... you will always be my best wife."
"W-what—?!" Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could process the words—
He thrust forward.
PHACK!!
"HIEEEKKK—!"
Helena's scream tore through the manor, head lolling back as her tongue lolled out. One inch of his cock forced its way inside, stretching her virgin walls brutally.
It felt like being split apart—her entrance burning as the thick head pushed through, inner walls clamping down in reflexive resistance.
"Aangh... Hngg... M-master..."
Viktor collapsed forward slightly, his belly pressing against her stomach again, making it hard to push deeper.
He panted hard, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest.
"Haah... Haa... F-fuck... this body..."
He adjusted, sitting back more upright instead of lying on her. His hands grabbed under her thighs, pushing them up and back—pressing her knees toward her massive breasts, folding her nearly in half.
The position opened her more, prevented his belly from getting in the way.
"Unhn... nnh... young master... I feel... full already..." Helena whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she felt him shift deeper, due to never even having fingered herself; even a small inch was making her feel full—like someone who never knew something better existed.
Another inch slid in—two inches total now.
Her pussy strangled his cock, walls rippling and squeezing so tight he could barely move.
The coarse hairs around her entrance scratched his shaft, adding friction that bordered on painful.
"Ugh... Helena... you're... fuck..." He pushed again, feeling her stretch further. Three inches now buried inside her hot, fist-like cunt.
The wetness helped, but the tightness fought every millimeter.
Her moans turned guttural, muffled as she bit down on her own hand to keep from screaming. "Mmmph—! Ahh... ahh... so big... tearing... nnh..."
Viktor's vision blurred, the sensation overwhelming. Four inches sank in, and suddenly—
"Ugh—! I'm—!" His cock pulsed hard, erupting without warning.
Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb, painting her inner walls white as his orgasm ripped through him.
His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing those four inches deeper in spasms as he emptied himself inside her virgin pussy.
Yes, he kind of ejaculated in a few seconds of entering her.
And as a teenager and virgin of two lifetimes watched porn for the first time, the only thing that came to his mind was: 'Here goes my -1000 Aura points.'
"Ahhhn—! W-warm... it's hot inside... filling me... nnh..." Helena's body went rigid, feeling the liquid heat spreading deep, her untouched womb receiving its first load.
Viktor collapsed partially against her, breath ragged, cock still twitching and leaking the last drops inside her clenching walls.
"Haah... haah... Helena... I-I... shit, I really need to do something."
She trembled beneath him, tears streaming, thighs shaking in his grip—but through the pain and overwhelm, a small, broken smile curved her swollen lips.
"Y-young master, can we rest for now?"
Even though she said that slowly, with his body on her, she drifted into sleep, her eyes closing.
Viktor was about to answer when—
[DING!]
A bright blue notification flashed across his vision, making him freeze.
[System Notification: Intimacy Complete]
Sexual intercourse with female detected.
Analyzing partner...
[Target: Helena Voss]
Age: 37 | Class: Domestic Servant
Loyalty: 98%
Semen Successfully Deposited
[ Dormant Race: ****** ]
[Scanning Abilities...]
[Detected Abilities:]
- Low-Tier Herb Knowledge
- Cooking (Basic)
- Cleaning & Organization (Competent)
- Caretaking (Experienced)
- Textile Work (Skilled)
- Household Management (Competent)
[100x Multiplier Activating...]
The windows expanded, golden light pulsing from the edges.
[Ability Integration Complete]
[Host Acquired:]
[Herbal Mastery: Knows all herbs inside out, brews killer potions/antidotes/poisons, spots sickness by smell/sight, makes stamina boosters and love drugs, grows rare plants anywhere by mixing two or more herbs together to achieve hybridization.]
[Culinary Boss: Whips up feasts from trash, preserves food forever, tunes meals for max gains, hides poison in grub, cooks to win hearts.]
[Home Run Genius: Manages resources like a pro, runs estates solo, budgets flawlessly, organizes chaos into gold.]
[Craft King: Sews tough clothes/disguises, fixes armor from leather, tailors custom gear, treats fabrics fire/water-proof.]
[Med Aid Pro: Patches wounds fast, heals with therapy tricks, boosts stamina quick, maps bodies and weak spots.]
[PREGNANCY NOT DETECTED]
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