Chapter 290- Viktor broke the Promise

She lay there frozen like a statue, her amber eyes wide and glassy with tears, her lips parted but silent.Viktor watched her for several long seconds, ensuring complete compliance. Then slowly, deliberately, he began moving down her body.

Elara watched helplessly as he crawled over her on all fours like a predator stalking prey. His broad shoulders blocked out the moon entirely, casting her in his shadow. His gaze never left hers as he descended lower.

He reached for a pillow that had been kicked aside earlier during her possession, dragging it over with one hand. Surprisingly gently, he slid it under her head, elevating her slightly.

Then he continued his descent.

"W-What are you..." Elara whispered, her voice barely more than breath.

Viktor didn’t answer. He positioned himself between her spread thighs, his shoulders forcing her legs wider apart. The shirt he’d draped over her earlier had fallen away completely, leaving her utterly exposed to the cool night air.

Her pussy was a mess. Swollen pink lips glistening with arousal and natural lubrication. And there—a thin streak of bright crimson blood marking the torn hymen where her virginity had been brutally taken.

Viktor looked at it. Not with simple lust, but with intense focus. Like he was examining something precious he’d just claimed.

Then he lowered his head.

Elara’s eyes widened. "No—don’t look at—"

Lick.

His tongue came out—broad, wet, and scorching hot. He dragged it straight up her entire slit in one long, deliberate stroke, right over the bloody tear.

"AHN—!"

Elara’s back arched violently off the ground, her spine curving like a bow.

But Viktor didn’t stop. He licked again. And again. Slow, purposeful strokes.

He wasn’t just licking—he was cleaning her. His tongue lapped at the blood, tasting the metallic tang mixed with her natural sweetness. He focused especially on the tear, his saliva coating it, somehow soothing the raw, burning skin.

"Nngh... ahh... you shouldn’t..." Elara whimpered, her protests growing weaker by the second.

Because despite everything—despite the shame, the confusion, the trauma—it felt absolutely incredible.

Viktor’s tongue swirled around her sensitive clit, the tiny nub already swollen with arousal. He sucked gently on her puffy lips, drawing out the soreness with each pull. He nuzzled his entire face into her pussy, inhaling deeply, claiming her scent like an animal marking territory.

It was unconventional. Raw. Primal. Carnal.

He wasn’t fucking her mouth like before. This was different. This was worship. Or maybe consumption. The line between the two blurred completely.

"Hah... haaah... Viktor..."

Elara’s trembling hands found his dark hair, fingers curling into the thick strands. She meant to push him away—she really did—but instead found herself pulling him impossibly closer, pressing his face harder against her aching core.

The pain—that sharp, burning agony of her torn hymen—began fading like morning mist. Viktor’s magical tongue was transforming it, turning pure agony into throbbing, desperate pleasure with terrifying efficiency.

He gripped her hips with both strong hands, lifting them up, tilting her pelvis at an angle that gave him even deeper access. He buried his face completely in her crotch, eating her out with a hunger that made her toes curl and her thighs tremble.

Slurp. Lick. Suck. Schlop.

The obscene wet sounds echoed in the quiet night, mixing with Elara’s increasingly desperate moans.

"O-Oh... w-wait... haah... what are you doing to me..."

She forgot about the succubus entity. Forgot about the violation and possession. Forgot about her merchant pride and careful walls. All that existed in this moment was sensation—his tongue, his heat, the way he was making her entire body sing with pleasure she’d never imagined.

He found her rhythm quickly. Fast, fluttering licks directly against her throbbing clit, alternated with long, deep sucks that seemed to draw her very essence out through that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Her hips began moving on their own, bucking shamelessly against his face, grinding her pussy into his mouth.

Elara’s eyes rolled back. Her fingers twisted painfully in his hair. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, trapping him there.

"I’m—I’m gonna—something’s happening—"

Viktor didn’t stop. He increased the pressure and speed, his tongue becoming a blur of motion, his lips sealed around her clit, sucking hard while his tongue flicked rapidly.

"CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!"

Elara screamed into the night, her back arching so violently that only her shoulders and heels touched the ground. Her entire body went rigid for one perfect moment.

Then she convulsed.

SQUIRT.

Clear fluid gushed from her in a powerful stream, spraying directly onto Viktor’s face. It soaked his cheeks, his nose, filled his mouth. She squirted again and again, each wave accompanied by a full-body shudder.

Her climax tore through her like lightning, leaving her gasping, trembling, completely undone.

Viktor drank what he could, letting the rest wash over his face like a baptism. He continued licking gently through her aftershocks, soothing the oversensitive flesh, before finally pulling back.

Elara lay panting desperately, her chest heaving, eyes unfocused and glassy. She looked thoroughly ravaged.

Viktor slowly crawled back up her body, taking his time. His face was absolutely soaked—covered in her juices, dripping from his chin, shining in the pale moonlight. He looked wild. Dangerous. Satisfied.

He wiped his chin slowly with the back of his hand, deliberately smearing the fluid across his cheek. A dark, knowing smirk played on his lips.

"From now on," he said, his voice deep and husky, "if I see those tears in your eyes, I will fuck you."

Badump.

Elara’s heart literally skipped a beat, stuttering in her chest.

She stared up at him helplessly, her lips trembling. She watched mesmerized as a single drop of her own liquid trickled down his nose, hanging for a moment before falling onto her chest—an intimate mark of what just happened.

He loomed over her completely, blocking out the entire world. Everything narrowed down to just him. His face. His power. His absolute claim on her.

Viktor’s hands came up to clasp both sides of her face, holding her gaze captive with his intense stare. He leaned in slowly, purposefully, until his lips hovered just millimeters from hers—close enough that she could feel his breath and smell herself on him.

"Let’s keep you as my secret secretary..." he murmured, each word brushing against her mouth like a dark promise. "Hidden lover."

Elara’s breath caught in her throat. A secret? His hidden lover?

The idea sent an electric thrill racing through her body—one that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the dark, twisted attraction she’d been desperately fighting since the moment she first met him.

She didn’t pull away. Didn’t protest. Didn’t object.

She just looked at him with those wide, vulnerable amber eyes, waiting. Accepting.

Viktor closed the final distance.

He sealed her lips with his own, tasting himself on her tongue just as she tasted herself on his.

"Mmph~"

Elara melted completely into the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed. Her arms slid up his muscular shoulders, wrapping around his neck, holding on like he was the only solid thing in a spinning world.

The kiss was deep. Passionate. Claiming.

And in that moment, under the artificial moon, surrounded by the quiet whisper of night wind, Elara understood one truth with crystal clarity:

He was a strange man: he gave her pain, then erased it and now was giving her hope as if taming her.

’L-Liar... h-he promised me... to not touch...’