Chapter 278 - Viktor’s Chase to Catch the Kitten

One hours later, Kaida’s voice cracked, breaking into incomprehensible syllables. Her hands clawed at the sheets, ripping the fabric.

Her toes curled so tight they went numb. Her entire body was a live wire of sensation—pain and pleasure so intertwined she couldn’t tell them apart anymore.

Viktor’s cock pistoned in and out of her ass with machine-like precision. Each thrust pushed deeper, stretching her beyond what should be possible.

Her asshole had long since given up trying to resist.

It just... accepted. Molded. Surrendered.

PAH-PAH-PAH-SQUELCH-PAH!

"Almost there," Viktor grunted, his voice strained. "Just... a little... more..."

SMACK!

His palm cracked against her ass cheek, leaving a bright red handprint.

"AHHHHH—I CAN’T—NO MORE—PLEASE—"

SMACK!

The other cheek.

"Y-YOU MONSTER—I’LL—I’LL KILL—HNGHH~♡!"

Her threat dissolved into a pleasure-drunk moan as Viktor’s tail vibrated harder inside her pussy.

The dual stimulation was too much. Her brain was shutting down, retreating into pure animal instinct.

Viktor felt it. The way her asshole finally, finally loosened completely. The resistance vanished. She wasn’t fighting anymore. Her body had accepted him fully.

Perfect.

"Kaida," he praised, slowing his thrusts slightly. "You really did well."

He pulled back one last time, then drove forward with everything he had.

SLAM!

"AHHHHHHHHHH—!"

Kaida’s scream was silent. Her mouth opened wide, but no sound came out. Her eyes rolled back so far only whites showed. Her entire body went rigid, every muscle locking up.

Then she shattered.

Her pussy clenched around Viktor’s tail, gushing clear fluid that soaked the sheets beneath her. Her asshole spasmed around his cock, milking him desperately.

But Viktor didn’t cum this time.

He held himself there, buried to the hilt, feeling her orgasm wrack her body. Then, slowly, he pulled out.

SCHLOOOOORP—

The sound was obscene. Wet. Final.

His cock slid free, and Kaida’s asshole... stayed open.

Gaping.

A perfect circle, stretched so wide Viktor could see inside. The pink walls twitched weakly, trying to close, but the muscle had given up. It just stayed open, like a tunnel leading into her body.

No cum leaked out. Viktor hadn’t finished. He’d held back deliberately, pushing her limits without filling her again.

Kaida collapsed.

Her arms gave out first, splaying above her head. Her legs spread wide, knees bent like a frog’s, completely limp. Her face pressed into the mattress, drool pooling beneath her cheek.

Her asshole continued to gape, twitching occasionally. Tiny wisps of steam—almost like smoke—rose from the abused hole.

The heat of friction, the intensity of use, had created visible vapor in the cool air.

Her pussy was a mess. Completely soaked, lips swollen and red, still leaking clear fluid that ran down to mix with the puddle beneath her.

She looked destroyed. Broken. Used.

Beautiful.

Viktor stood, withdrawing his tail from her pussy with a final wet squelch. He stepped back from the bed, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

His cock hung heavy between his legs, no longer hard. The marathon session had finally drained his immediate arousal.

It swayed slightly with each breath, still thick and impressive even soft, glistening with a mixture of fluids.

But his body... his body looked different since the day he had arrived in Millbrook.

The exertion had done something. Viktor’s muscles were more defined now, each one clearly delineated under his skin.

His shoulders were broader. His chest deeper. His arms looked like they’d been carved from marble—every vein visible, every muscle fiber distinct.

He looked like a Greek god. A statue of masculine perfection come to life.

His abs formed a perfect six-pack that tapered into a V leading to his groin. His thighs were thick and powerful. Even his ass looked firmer, rounder.

It was as if fucking his wives was the ultimate workout. Building him into something beyond human.

Viktor ran a hand through his dark hair, slicking it back. He turned toward the window, his dark eyes focusing on the horizon.

Outside, night had fallen. Or rather, the Tower’s influence had created artificial night. The sky was deep purple-black, stars twinkling impossibly bright. The Tower’s inner walls itself glowed in the distance, pulsing with that hypnotic pink and purple light.

The Tower’s presence had expanded his territory. Miles and miles now fell under his domain. He could feel it—the weight of ownership, the connection to the land.

Even within Tower he felt like the ruler of Millbrook as a whole.

A huge tower that he was going to customize for hunters and their skills; this was simply going to be a perfect hunting ground.

Through the window, he looked into the distance where Rusty and Rustina were both jumping while creating huge metal shapes, with a page of blueprints placed in front of them as they worked to build something from it.

Mira was helping them understand the concepts while Helena came from inside holding coffee as the construction of the Forge seemed to be ongoing.

Suddenly, through the window, his eyes met Meera, who blinked before said

// Bella came here to hide, but since she was naked, I shooed her toward the empty stables. //

’You are too heartless’ Viktor mused seeing Mira being her usual self.

//Now go, Elara is helping keep Toby in the kitchen, farm more energy from Bella to create this thing you gave Rusty. //

’On it, my Lady.’ A slow smirk spread across Viktor’s face.

Bella had run. Fled like prey into a place most suited for horses.

And every predator knew what happened when prey ran.

You chased.

He could teleport directly to her. Use the harem network to pinpoint her exact location and appear beside her in an instant.

But where was the fun in that?

No. He wanted to play. Wanted to hunt. Wanted to make her feel the thrill of being chased before he caught her and rided her since there is no horses here.

Viktor chuckled, the sound dark and amused.

"Let’s catch the kitten."

His body began to shift.

It wasn’t painful. It was fluid. His form rippled like water, bones compressing, muscles reforming. His skin darkened, fur sprouting across his body in waves of midnight black.

His face pushed forward into a feline muzzle. His ears migrated to the top of his head, forming pointed triangles. His hands and feet became paws, claws extending and retracting.

Within seconds, where Viktor had stood, there was now a black cat.

But not an ordinary cat.

This cat was sleek and muscular, larger than normal. Its fur absorbed light, making it look like a living shadow. And its eyes... its eyes glowed with amethyst light. Purple depths that swirled with predatory intelligence.

The Morph ability. Gained from Bella. The ability to take the form of any creature whose essence he’d consumed.

And he’d definitely consumed Bella’s essence.

The cat’s tail swished—longer than normal, tipped with that same spade shape Viktor’s demonic tail carried.

"Meow."

The sound was wrong. Too deep. Too intelligent. A predator’s purr wrapped in an innocent package.

The cat crouched, haunches bunching, then leaped.

WHOOSH—

It shot through the open window like a black bullet, disappearing into the night.

"Haah... Haa... n-n..no..."

On the bed, Kaida lay motionless.

Her body was completely wrecked. Arms splayed above her head. Legs spread in that frog-like position. Her breasts pressed flat against the mattress, nipples still hard and leaking tiny drops of milk.

Her asshole gaped obscenely, steam still rising from it. The hole twitched occasionally but showed no signs of closing. Her pussy leaked steadily, creating a growing wet spot on the sheets.

Her face was turned to the side, eyes rolled back, showing mostly whites. Tears had dried in tracks down her flushed cheeks. Drool pooled beneath her parted lips.

She looked like she’d been through a war. And lost.

But then...

Her eye twitched.

Just barely. The tiniest movement.

Through the haze of exhaustion, through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss, through the pain and pleasure still echoing through her body—Kaida felt him move.

She sensed Viktor transforming. Sensed him leaping out the window.

Heading for Bella.

’No...’ Kaida thought weakly. ’He’s... going to... catch her...’

Her mouth moved slightly, trying to form words. But her body wouldn’t respond. She was too far gone, too thoroughly used.

So she reached out differently.

The telepathic network. The harem connection Viktor had created.

With the last shreds of her consciousness, Kaida pushed a thought toward Bella.

’R-run... he is... comin...’

The words were broken. Fragmented. She couldn’t finish. Couldn’t push through the exhaustion any longer.

Her eye rolled back fully. Her last bit of tension drained away.

Kaida’s consciousness faded into black.

She slept. Deeply. Dreamlessly.

Zzz-zz-zzz

While from other side of telpeathy came voice of a young woman trying to save her ass

// H-hello... M-Miss Kaida?! Are you—meow~! Huh? A cat... //