Viktor's fingers didn't stop.
Schlck. Schlck. Schlck.
The wet sounds got louder. Nastier. His middle and ring finger—knuckle-deep inside Bella's cunt—curved upward, stroking that spongy spot that made her tail go rigid.
"Nyaaa—n-no—Young Lord—aahhnn!"
Bella's hips bucked involuntarily. Her pussy clenched around his fingers like it was trying to swallow them deeper.
Viktor's eyes narrowed. His free hand gripped her tail tighter.
'Still this tight.'
Even after he'd torn through her virginity last night. Even after fucking her for hours—pounding her into the mattress while Helena and Mira took turns riding his face. Even after stretching her open until she'd squirted so hard she'd passed out.
Her cunt was still gripping his fingers like a vice.
'My little kitten.'
He pulled his fingers out slowly. Bella's pussy made an obscene 'squelch'—pink walls clinging to his digits, reluctant to let go. Clear fluid dripped from his fingertips, stringing between them and her entrance.
