Helena swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed. Her throat worked rhythmically, gulping down every drop, not letting a single bit escape.
But her fingers didn't stop.
Even as Viktor came, Helena kept stroking his tail. Kept rubbing that spade. And then—
She moved it.
Her fingers gripped the spaded tip and 'guided' it downward, between her spread legs.
Viktor's eyes snapped open.
"'What—?!'"
He felt the heat before he saw it. The wet warmth of Helena's pussy kissing the tip of his tail.
And then she 'pushed.'
Schlick.
His tail sank into her pussy.
"'Urgh—!'"
Viktor's entire body went rigid. The sensation—it was like his cock and his tail were connected. Every inch of his tail that entered Helena's tight, soaking pussy sent feedback directly to his brain, amplifying the pleasure of his orgasm tenfold.
His cock spurted even harder into her throat.
Spurt. Spurt. SPURT. SPURT.
"'HOW—?!'"
