He stood, offering her a hand, his body still glistening with sweat, belly protruding like a soft dome.
She rose unsteadily, pulling the blanket up from the grass, her mind reeling, nipples aching with aftershocks.
"He... cooked? The young master? I never imagined..."
Shock and a flicker of warmth mixed in her chest as she followed him back to the fire pit, her bare feet crunching over the dry earth, breasts swaying freely, still tingling from his mouth, covered half-heartedly behind the thin white blanket.
As they arrived at the makeshift kitchen, Viktor stirred the pot with a wooden spoon.
The rice was now a fluffy porridge infused with foraged herbs—thanks to his newly acquired Herbal Mastery, it smelled divine, earthy and invigorating.
Helena hovered close, still nude under the blanket and self-conscious under the sun, but the aroma made her stomach rumble audibly. She looked around and noticed the status of their place.
"Young master, this place... it's so ruined. The garden, the manor—everything's barren. We should try to fix it, perhaps."
Viktor nodded, wiping sweat from his brow, still catching his breath.
"Yeah, you're right. It's a shithole. We'll visit town to find 'resources'."
He ladled the porridge into two battered bowls, handing her one with a grunt as he plopped down on a nearby stump.
"Eat. It's not poison."
Helena sat gingerly on the grass opposite him, her thick ass spreading out, thighs pressing together as she lifted the bowl.
She took a tentative sip, the warm, herby flavor exploding on her tongue—savory rice mingled with subtle greens that tingled with unexpected vitality, making her body feel lighter, energized.
Her eyes widened in genuine shock, the taste rich and comforting, like a hug from the earth itself.
"Young master, this is... incredible! How did you—"
But before she could finish, his bowl was already empty, set aside.
He had instantly drunk the soup, chugging it down in greedy gulps, knowing full well what he had added to it: temporary strength boosters to build his power, stamina boosters to push through his lingering exhaustion, general herbs for overall recovery, and even a subtle aphrodisiac to heighten the mood for both of them.
Given how her thighs were heavy, her body was too—though he had sex with her last night, to be honest, due to her heavy boobs, he was more sure that she wasn't able to stand because of the weight of her own massive tits.
Her thighs were heavy too, making them hard for him to part.
So until she herself wanted it, he couldn't do much.
That's why he had added temporary strength boosters—poisonous herb extract trait—to thoroughly recover his lost aura from last night by one ejaculation, ensuring he could handle her without strain.
Viktor's eyes darkened with hunger—not for food.
He reached out, tugging the edge of the blanket she'd absentmindedly draped over her massive boob, supported by her armpit, pulling it away in one smooth motion.
Her naked body was fully bared again, pussy lips peeking from her thighs, labia thick and puffy, the coarse bush framing swollen folds that glistened with the leak she got a moment ago.
"Master...?"
She muttered, blinking up at him, bowl trembling in her hands. She wasn't shocked after how far they had come, and knowing young men have too much vitality, yet she didn't expect him to still make a move.
He was standing in front of her just a few inches away, like a bull charging—pants shoved down, his cock springing free, thick and veined, already throbbing from the workout's adrenaline, the fat head leaking precum in a shiny bead.
Sweat poured down his body, making his skin slick as he combed his damp hair back with one hand.
"Come on, it's my protein shake filling time."
Helena gulped, her throat bobbing, eyes locked on his swaying cock from the downside angle where she could see that massive near 8-inch cock (7.8 but come on) with heavy balls hanging with matted black hair, the veiny shaft pulsing like it had a heartbeat with foreskin pulled up, leaking precum like saliva out of a mouth.
"Y-young master, I... I haven't even bathed yet. I'm not clean—ahh!"
He pounced, pinning her to the ground with his weight, one hand kneading her massive breast roughly, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger until it bulged, green nerves spiderwebbing out as she winced.
"Ow... master, you just... Ungh~!.. a moment ago."
He twisted harder, pulling the bud like a handle, making her yelp and arch before leaving it as it bounced like rubber and jiggled.
"Aaahhh~!!"
She moaned low, body yielding as he crushed his mouth to hers in a deep, sloppy kiss—tongues tangling wetly, his sweat mixing with her morning breath in a raw, primal exchange, saliva dripping down her chin.
"Mmmph—! Nngh... master..."
Her moans vibrated into his mouth, pussy clenching as his fingers moved down, one finger plunging in, the pain spiking straight to her core where folds parted to cover his finger.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, he trailed bites down her neck, teeth marking the fresh hickeys from last night, sucking until purple bruises bloomed and she whimpered.
Naturally, he had left so many bruises on her soft milky white body as if eating her.
"Ahh! Not that harder... oh gods, umh!"
Her hands clawed at his sweaty back.
He ground his cock against her thigh, the hot length smearing precum on her skin, before shoving her legs wider.
"Young master... please, the food... it's still hot..."
"I will fill protein directly into your belly. Why care about food..? I will get workout and you?... you will get my love thoroughly." He growled, spreading her thick legs wide with his thighs locking them as he sat beside her with her hips resting on one thigh and other leg locking her legs over her tits.
A view to get a clear angle of her bushy mound parting to reveal the inner flesh, textured like rippled velvet, already weeping arousal in thick strands that stretched between folds.
He dipped two fingers in roughly, plunging knuckle-deep into the tight, sucking heat—feeling the bumpy walls grip and ripple around him, her clit swelling like a pearl under his thumb as he rubbed circles.
Schlick... schlick... schlick...
"Ahhn~! Ungh~! Your fingers... they're stretching me... nngh, deeper!"
Helena bucked, her thick thighs quivering as he finger-fucked her slow at first, then fast, the wet squelching filling the air while her juices squirted out, soaking his hand in sticky warmth.
Her body was all raw maturity—no sleek curves, just soft rolls of flesh from years of hard work, her armpits matted with wiry hair that dampened with sweat as she writhed to grab her own hips only to stretch them in that angle.
Squelch... squelch... squelch...
"Oungh~! Ahinn~!! Ooohh~!!!"
"It seems the herbs are doing the work. You're leaking good." Viktor had mixed some herbs to create an aphrodisiac-like effect to arouse both of them.
To be honest, this palace and background was not something meant to set the mood for sex.
He needed to create mood artificially and now he was just inspecting if the herb worked or not.
"M-master! It's too much... ahh, ahh! I'm gonna...! ♡"
She wailed, her heavy thighs shaking violently—but he pulled out his slick fingers, trailing them down to tease her puckered asshole, the ring twitching under the pressure.
Confusion crossed her flushed face as he urged her onto her hands and knees, slowly lifting himself away from her, her thick frame shifting with a soft jiggle.
"Come on, I need a workout. Help me lose more calories."
She trembled, pressing her face into the grass, her sagging breasts—full and heavy from age—mashing against the ground, dark nipples dragging through the dirt with each ragged breath, scraping in that sharp, aching way that made her gasp.
Yet she followed what he wanted.
Hips hiked up, her ass presented like an offering—round and plush with faint stretch marks, cheeks parting to reveal her hairy pussy, the thick bush of coarse curls framing her engorged folds, heavy and textured like ripened fruit, her swollen clit peeking through the damp hair.
"I-I." Her eyes closing with clear embarrassment as cold air touched her skin, feeling bare in the open air in a position like an animal clearly making her embarrassed. Yet, she asked, "Don't know how my old body be of any help, Y-young master..."
He leaned in close, his voice dropping low and raw as his cock slapped against her entrance, the fat head nudging her bushy lips apart, parting the wrinkled, textured folds slick with her arousal. "I wanted to drink your milk but you are dry like barren land. I want to make you fertile again."
Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and flustered heat in her mature gaze as she guessed what he meant but—she was no young thing, just a loyal nanny who'd given in to this fire between them. "Uhmh... I-I don't understand what you are saying."
She could feel his swollen cockhead pressing and tearing through her entrance slowly.
He gripped her hips firmer, fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh, his tip pressing insistently at her hairy entrance. "You don't need to understand. But for now, just know, your body needs some preparations. I've already started giving you good herbs to keep you wet like this."
She trembled harder, her thick frame shaking as the words sank in, a shiver running through her veined skin. "What... what do you mean by that?"
Before she could say more, he slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust, stretching her past every tight wall he'd barely touched before, the coarse hairs at her entrance tugging against his veiny shaft as he buried himself.
SQUELCH~!
Last night, he'd only managed five inches, but doggy style and his herb taking softening the tightness of his own belly into soft fat, it let his cockhead pierce deeper, kissing her cervix at direct six inches (leaving other 1.8 inches due to his belly fat), the thick tip bulging against her womb's entrance through her textured depths in a painful scream.
"AANNNGHHHH~~!!! Y-YOUNG MASTER!, it's too deep! It's... HIEEEK~!!"