She turned, trying to crawl away, her thick ass swaying with each movement.
And that's when Viktor 'saw' it.
The perfect view.
Her thick ass cheeks—pale, soft, jiggling slightly with each movement. The deep crack between them. Her asshole—pink, tight, still slightly stretched from yesterday. And her pussy—swollen, glistening, 'dripping' with arousal despite her protests.
A feast laid out for the predator.
Viktor moved.
GRAB.
His hands clamped onto both of Helena's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising force.
"'AHN—!'"
Helena's arms gave out. Her face planted into the pillow, ass still raised high in the air, perfectly positioned.
Viktor's tail 'lashed' forward.
Wrap.
The thick black appendage coiled around Helena's waist like a serpent, cinching tight. Not painful, but 'firm.' Inescapable.
"'Y-Young Master—!'" Helena's voice was muffled by the pillow. "'W-wait—I didn't mean—'"
"Too late."
