"...Um, Lady Helena..."
Mira muttered under her breath, stepping carefully into the room. Her boots squelched against the wet marble, and she grimaced. The smell hit her next—thick, musky, overwhelming.
The scent of Viktor's seed mixed with Helena's release, so potent it made her head spin.
'How does he even... produce this much?'
She approached the bed, her eyes taking in the full extent of the carnage.
Helena lay there like a broken doll, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. Her thighs trembled involuntarily, muscles twitching from overuse.
And between her legs—
Mira swallowed hard.
Helena's pussy was a swollen, gaping mess. Red and raw, the lips stretched and puffy from being fucked so thoroughly.
Thick, creamy white seed oozed out in slow, obscene globs, mixing with her own clear juices. .
'He really... destroyed her.'
Mira's hand moved to her own stomach, remembering.
Remembering how it felt when Viktor had been inside 'her'.
