Helena's breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling against his. "I... I trust you, young master."
Viktor's fingers withdrew slowly, making her whimper at the loss. He released her and stepped back, moving toward the grassy bank.
"Young master?" Helena turned in confusion, watching as he climbed out of the water. Droplets cascaded down his muscled back, over the curve of his ass.
He crouched near their pile of supplies, retrieving something she hadn't noticed before—a small clay pot with steam still rising from it. He'd apparently set it to boil earlier while she wasn't paying attention.
When he turned back, he held a small cup filled with dark liquid. Herbs floated on the surface, releasing a pungent, earthy smell.
"Drink it." Viktor extended the cup toward her.
Helena waded closer, staring at the strange brew with furrowed brows. "What is it, young master?"
"Something to help." His expression was unreadable.
She looked between the cup and his face. The liquid was murky, almost black, with bits of crushed leaves suspended in it. It smelled bitter. But his eyes held that same gentle look he'd had moments ago when reminiscing about their shared past.
Helena nodded slowly and took the cup. The ceramic was warm against her palms.
She brought it to her lips and drank.
The taste was awful—bitter and earthy, coating her tongue with an oily residue. She forced herself to swallow it all, grimacing as the liquid burned down her throat.
Viktor's hand came to rest on her cheek, thumb stroking her skin gently. A smile played at his lips.
"I know it tastes bad, but I'll just tell you..." His smile widened slightly as he lied. "That was an aphrodisiac."
The cup slipped from Helena's fingers, splashing into the water.
Her eyes went impossibly wide, mouth falling open. "Y-young ma-aster..."
Heat exploded through her core—instant and overwhelming. Her pussy clenched hard, releasing a gush of fluid that mixed with the pond water. Her nipples hardened to painful points. Every nerve ending in her body suddenly felt raw, exposed, screaming for touch.
"WHERE DID YOU LEARN SUCH THINGS?!" Her voice cracked with shock and something else—betrayal, maybe. Her hands came up to grip his wrist, trembling violently. "This is—this is what those—those women of pleasure use! How could you—young master—"
The words tumbled out in a rush, her chest heaving.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes—whether from frustration, shock, or the overwhelming heat building between her legs, she couldn't tell.
Yes, he had fucked her two times now, but using unethical medicines was too dangerous, and somewhat her warm nature took over as she for a moment forgot the very reason she had come here was after knowing he would pound her daily.
Viktor's expression softened. He reached into the pot again and pulled out another small bundle of herbs, holding them up for her to see.
"I just wanted you to crave my cock, Helena, just like how other women talk dirty during sex. You treat me like a man." His voice was quiet, almost apologetic. "I'm sorry if my wish is too much."
He placed the herbs in her palm, closing her fingers around them. "This is the antidote. You can eat it and leave if you want."
His head turned down, gaze dropping to the water.
Helena stared at the herbs in her hand. Her entire body was on fire now—pussy throbbing, clit swollen and aching, breasts heavy and sensitive. The cooling water did nothing to quench the heat consuming her from within.
She looked at Viktor's bowed head. At the vulnerable set of his shoulders.
Then at the herbs.
Then back at him.
Her pussy clenched again, so hard it almost hurt. Fluid leaked steadily down her inner thighs. She could barely think through the haze of need—every cell in her body screaming for him to touch her, fill her, use her.
The herbs fell from her fingers into the water.
"Please, young master!" Helena's hands shot out, grabbing his with desperate strength. "Stop!"
Viktor's head snapped up, eyes widening in surprise.
Helena waded past him toward the grassy bank, her thick thighs trembling.
She climbed out clumsily, water streaming from her curves.
The moment one knee hit the grass, she bent forward—presenting herself as she closed her eyes, as if determined, seeing how he would be hurt due to her.
Her massive ass lifted high, thick cheeks spread to reveal her gaping pussy. Pink inner flesh protruded obscenely, glistening with arousal.
Her swollen clit peeked out from its hood. Fluid dripped steadily from her entrance onto the grass below.
"Please..." Her voice broke, shoulders shaking. She turned her head to look back at him, eyes glazed with desperate need. "Do as you like with... with my hol—"
She squeezed her eyes shut, face burning. "PU-PUSSY!"
The word came out as a scream-sob.
Viktor stared at her for a long moment—at her trembling body, at her offered holes, at the way her breasts hung heavy beneath her, nipples nearly touching the grass.
A slow smirk spread across his face.
*How bad, Helena...*
It was funny how even after coming this far, he needed to use these childish tricks on her.
But whatever, her body was really made for getting fucked—or maybe he never tasted women to even know this.
Her eyes widened when Viktor's hands gripped her hips, not understanding what he meant until he turned her toward the pond's edge.
"Lean forward a bit, Helena."
She obeyed instinctively as he pushed her back, her palms finding purchase on the smooth rocks at the water's edge. His hands grabbed her ass, spreading the thick cheeks apart as he stretched forward.
His cock reached for her pussy, the swollen head kissing her entrance.
She trembled.
"I never thought sex would feel so good..." Viktor's voice was low, almost reverent. "But now that it comes with a power package, I will indulge in it."
He plunged in.
PAH!
Helena's eyes flew wide open, mouth stretching in a silent scream before sound finally tore free—a deep, guttural moan that echoed across the pond. He had fucked her just an hour ago. The shock of her sore pussy being filled to the brim again made her whole body seize.
Then the pounding started.
"Ahhhh! Young ma—master!" Her voice cracked as he fucked her from behind, water rippling violently with each thrust. "I'm still—ahhhh!—still so sore but—nnngh!"
Viktor's hips slammed against her ass in brutal rhythm. Her thick cheeks rippled with each impact, creating obscene clapping sounds that mixed with the splashing water.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"My—my hole is—nnngh—my pussy!" Helena's words broke apart, reforming in fragments. "It's too mu—ahhh! ♡" Her body arched involuntarily, breasts swinging beneath her. "Yes! Yes, young master! My chest—no, I mean—ahhh!—my boobs are—nnngh!"
Her inner walls squeezed his shaft desperately, the oversensitive flesh molding to every ridge and vein. The ribbed texture of her pussy gripped him like a vice, each fold dragging along his length.
Each thrust scraped against that swollen spot inside that made her vision blur.
Viktor grabbed both her hands, pulling them back to use as handles. The new angle forced her chest down, grass scratching against her swollen nipples as her spine curved into a brutal arch. Her breasts tightened from the position, then jiggled violently with each brutal thrust.
"Look at you," he groaned, watching her massive breasts swing like pendulums beneath her. The purple-black nipples dragged across the grass with each forward motion. "Already learning to talk about your pussy."
"I'm not—ahhhh! ♡—not learning anything!" Helena protested weakly, even as her hips pushed back to meet his thrusts. "I'm just—your—nnngh!—your Helena who—ahhhh!—who loves you!"
Her pussy made wet, squelching sounds as he pounded into her. Fluid and leftover cum from earlier leaked around his shaft, running down her thighs in thick streams. The aphrodisiac made every nerve ending scream with oversensitivity—each thrust felt like it was reshaping her insides.
"Fuck, you're gripping me so tight." Viktor's fingers dug into her wrists, using them to pull her back onto his cock with each forward thrust. "Your pussy's trying to milk me already."
"I can't—ahhhh!—can't help it!" Helena's face pressed against the grass now, ass high in the air, spine bowed. "The medicine made me—made my pu—nnngh! ♡—made it so sensitive! Young master, please—ahhhh!—be gentle with my—my pussy!"