landbeastnovel Chapter 589 - 588- Be Done with It
Chapter 589 - 588- Be Done with It
He felt his climax building.The dual grip of their ass and cunt — the wet, crushing, complementary pressure of both channels working him simultaneously. He gripped their hips tighter, his fingers digging into the flesh, his own hips thrusting upward to meet their descent.
PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!
"AAANNNH~!! Mmmph~!! Nnngh~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!"
He came.
He might have held longer, but he has better plans and a better thick ass to fuck now. So he just got a quickie.
The thick, flooding release pumping into both women simultaneously — Helviana’s ass and Dara’s cunt both receiving his seed, the warmth spreading through them, overflowing, running down their thighs onto his lap.
They collapsed.
Falling forward onto the table, their bodies limp, their chains pulling their swollen clits taut as they gasped and trembled.
Viktor sat back.
He looked at Naro.
She was finishing her meal, her head down, a contented, warm expression on her face.
He stood.
The women slid off him, falling to the floor in a tangle of limbs and chains and spilled seed. He pulled up his trousers with the casual, unhurried motion of a man finishing a meal. He fastened his belt.
He walked around the table.
Stood behind Naro.
She looked up at him, her eyes warm, her mouth slightly open, a crumb of bread on her lip.
He placed his hand on her shoulder.
The broad, heavy, warm weight of it — his fingers sinking slightly into the flesh.
"Madam," he said. His voice was gentle. "Can you help me take a bath? My mother used to rub my back."
Naro trembled.
The request was innocent.
The delivery was innocent.
But something in his hand on her shoulder — the warm, proprietary weight of it — made her body respond with a heat that was not innocent at all.
"I will," she said.
Her voice was thick.
She stood.
Her heavy tits swayed under her blouse as she moved toward the stairs. "I will prepare the bath."
She walked away.
Her thick ass shifting under her skirt, the heavy, dense globes moving with each step, unaware that the man watching her had spent the last hour fucking two women while she ate.
Viktor turned to Helviana and Dara.
They lay on the floor, gasping, their bodies marked, their chains still pulling their swollen clits.
"Today," he said, his voice low, "the shop will remain closed. Make sure no one disturbs."
He reached down.
Removed the clips from their noses.
Removed the chains from their clits and nipples.
Both women cried out as the blood rushed back — soft, broken sounds of relief and pain.
They trembled.
They nodded.
"Yes, Master," Helviana whispered.
"Yes," Dara gasped.
They stood on shaking legs.
Collected their clothes from the kitchen floor — their torn dresses, their discarded panties. They dressed with the slow, painful movements of women who had been thoroughly used.
Then they walked to the door.
Stood on either side of it.
Like guards.
Their faces flushed, their eyes downcast, their bodies still leaking his seed.
They locked the door from inside.
Viktor stood in the kitchen.
He removed the illusion magic.
The barrier fell — the soundproof dome dissolving into the air, the hidden scene now visible to anyone who might enter. But the door was locked. The inn was closed.
He was naked again.
His cock — still half-hard, glistening, heavy — swung between his thighs as he walked toward the bathroom.
He opened the door.
### The Bathroom — Steam and Scream
The room was small, tiled, dominated by a large copper tub that Naro had filled with steaming water. The air was thick with humidity, the mirrors fogged, the scent of soap and lavender rising from the surface.
Naro stood by the tub.
She had rolled up her sleeves, exposing her thick, strong forearms. She had found a cloth, a cake of soap. She was bending over the water, testing the temperature, her heavy tits hanging forward under her blouse, her thick ass presented toward the door.
She heard it open.
She turned.
And screamed.
"KYAAAAAAAH~~!!!"
The sound was high, raw, completely uncontrolled — the scream of a woman who had turned around expecting a clothed young man and had found a naked devil instead.
Viktor stood in the doorway.
Completely naked.
His body pale and lean and hard in the steam — the narrow hips, the defined stomach, the broad shoulders. And his cock.
Thick.
Long.
Fully erect again.
The heavy, veined, glistening length of it standing out from his body, the head dark and swollen, still wet from the women he had just used.
Naro’s eyes fixed on it.
She could not look away.
Her scream died in her throat, becoming a choked, trembling gasp.
"Wh— what—" she stammered. "Why are you naked?!"
She stumbled backward.
Her foot caught on the wet tile.
She slipped.
Her heavy body tilting, her arms flailing, her thick ass descending toward the hard floor.
Viktor moved.
Swift as a shadow.
He caught her.
His arm around her waist, pulling her against him, her heavy tits mashing against his chest, her thick ass pressed against his thigh, his cock trapped between their bodies against her belly.
He held her mid-air.
Suspended.
Her feet off the ground.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
His voice was mild.
Concerned.
As if he were not naked.
As if his cock were not pressed against her.
As if he had not spent the night and the morning using every woman in her inn.
Naro trembled in his grip.
Her hands found his shoulders — the bare, warm, hard muscle of them. Her body was against him, every inch of her clothed flesh against his naked skin, and she could feel the heat radiating from him, the pulse of his cock against her stomach, the wetness of his recent use smearing against her skirt.
"What—" she gasped. "Why are you naked?!"
The question came out broken.
Desperate.
A woman who had woken to a strange dampness, who had eaten a miraculous breakfast, who had agreed to bathe a young man, and who was now suspended in his arms with his erection pressed against her belly.
Viktor smiled.
The devil’s smile.
The same smile he had worn in the garden.
The same smile he had worn while fucking two women four feet from her breakfast.
"I told you," he said gently. "I need help with my bath."
He lowered her slowly.
Her feet found the floor.
But he did not release her.
His arm stayed around her waist.
His cock stayed pressed against her.
His eyes — violet and warm and completely merciless — looked into hers.
"Will you rub my back, Madam?" he asked. "Like my mother used to?"
Naro’s lips parted.
No sound came out.
Only her breath — ragged, hot, trembling.
She felt the dampness between her thighs again.
The strange, familiar, newly-opened sensation.
And she knew, with a terrible, sinking certainty, that her body was heating up. She didn’t know why, but blood flow within her body was increasing. Where she could feel nothing but the flush, her face was turning crimson. She needed to solve everything soon. And the only way to handle everything as fast as possible was
Yes," she whispered, her heartbeat racing as steadying her composure she simply repeated, "Let’s done with it as soon as possible."