The hunter's corpse collapsed.
The knight moved again.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Heavy armored steps. Fast. Faster than armor that size should allow.
Two more hunters were retreating, weapons raised defensively.
Too slow.
Viktor's armored body launched forward, legs coiling like springs—and then he jumped.
Mid-air, he twisted, hooking his legs around the taller thug's neck in a scissor hold.
"GURK—!"
Just like opening a bottle. Just like twisting a cap.
Viktor rotated.
CRACK. SNAP. CRUNCH.
The neck broke with the same satisfying resistance as tearing through a hymen—that moment of tension before everything gives way.
The body went limp instantly.
Viktor landed in a crouch, releasing the corpse. It crumpled like a puppet with cut strings.
"Mmph! Nngh!"
Bella moaned around his cock as Viktor's hips thrust harder, faster. His balls slapped against her chin with wet sounds.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
