"It seems," Viktor's voice cut through reality, casual as if discussing the weather, "given how the number of you keeps increasing, should I get a king-size bed?"
Bella's eyes snapped open.
She wasn't in the forest anymore.
Wooden ceiling. Cracked plaster. The familiar scent of herbs and dust.
The manor.
"Wha—" Her mind struggled to process. How—? When—?
But before she could think, Viktor's hands hooked under both her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He lifted her up like she weighed nothing, gravity forcing her weight down onto his still-hard cock.
"NNNGH!"
She slid down, his thickness spearing deeper than before. Her pussy, still loose and gaping from the forest, swallowed him easily—greedily. Six inches. Seven. Eight.
Fully hilted.
