Her bottom lip trembled. Her brown eyes looked up at him with that mixture of pleasure and vulnerability that hit him somewhere deep in his chest.
Viktor's cock twitched.
Not from wanting to fuck her again—though that urge was definitely there. But from something else. Something more... complicated.
'Shit. She's actually crying.'
He stared at her for another moment. At the tears. At the way her body trembled against his. At how her pussy clenched around his tail like it was trying to pull him deeper despite her protests.
Then he moved.
Viktor turned, still holding Helena against him, and dropped onto the throne.
The wood creaked beneath his weight.
He pulled.
Helena gasped as she was yanked onto his lap, her thick thighs straddling his left leg. Her massive breasts pressed against his chest, soft and warm, nipples dragging across his skin.
Then Viktor reached out with his free hand.
"Mira."
