Chapter 794 - 793- Mother-in-law saw Viktor having Sex?!

Chapter 794: Chapter 793- Mother-in-law saw Viktor having Sex?!

She opened. Her tongue extended — pink, coated white, the residue visible on her tastebuds. Her mouth was clean. She’d swallowed everything.

"Well done, wife."

Her eyes shone. The praise hit her harder than the orgasm had — I could feel it through the bond, the warm flush of pleasure that came from approval. From being good. From fulfilling her purpose.

I stood. My cock — limp now, spent, slick with saliva and cum — hung between my thighs. I stretched. My spine popped. My tail — which I’d kept hidden all night, too busy with her body to bother with the extra appendage — finally extended behind me, swaying lazily.

Vespera tried to stand. Her legs were shaking — the aftermath of last night’s marathon still evident in the way her thighs trembled, the way her knees wobbled. She got halfway up, her hands braced on the mattress, her thick body swaying.

She didn’t make it. She bent over — instinctively, her body remembering the position from last night — her hands finding the edge of the bed, her chest pressing against the mattress, her ass rising. The position was unconscious. Her body had been conditioned.

My tail moved.

The long, prehensile appendage — sensitive, muscular, covered in fine scales — slid between her legs from behind. The tip found her pussy. Bare, freshly shaved, still swollen from last night. The lips were closed, but wet — her body responding to the morning air, to the residual pheromones, to the proximity of my cock.

The tail’s tip pressed against her entrance.

"Husband — what — what is that?" She twisted, trying to look behind her. "Wait — something is entering — is it — is it a snake?"

I chuckled. "Nah."

My tail pushed. The tip — narrow, tapered, the spade-shaped head spreading her lips — slid inside her pussy. The entrance yielded — wet, warm, yielding, the walls parting around the intruder. She gasped. Her back arched. Her hands gripped the mattress edge.

"Ah — HAA — what — HNNGH~!! — it’s — it’s inside — what is—"

My tail vibrated.

The appendage — which I’d learned, through experimentation with Mira and Helena, could oscillate at varying frequencies — began to pulse. The vibrations traveled through the tail, through the walls of her pussy, through her entire body. The sensation was immediate, devastating, and completely unlike anything she’d experienced last night.

She orgasmed. Instantly. Her body seized — her back bowing, her legs locking, her pussy clamping down on my tail with crushing force. The walls rippled — the muscles contracting in rapid, involuntary pulses, each one squeezing the tail, each one sending waves of fluid down the scaled surface.

"AAANGH~!! What — HAAANGH~!! — what is — OUNGH~!! — it’s vibrating — AH~!! — it’s — HIEEENGH~!!"

My tail was, for all intents and purposes, a second cock. The nerve structure was identical — the same erogenous sensitivity, the same capacity for pleasure, the same ability to feel the interior of whatever it was inside. And right now, I could feel everything. Her pussy — hot, wet, clenching. The walls — soft, ridged, the texture of untouched flesh. The cervix — firm, round, at the end of the passage. The juices — flowing, dripping, running down my tail and onto the sheets.

I spread her ass with my thumbs. Her anal — tight, pink, clenched — was exposed. I positioned my cock — still limp, but stirring, the blood returning — against the entrance.

"No — husband — wait — HAAANGH~!! — that’s — that’s not for — OUNGH~!! — it’s for excretion — it’s not for — AH~!! — please — HIEEENGH~!!"

I pushed. The head of my cock — now half-hard, thick enough to cause resistance — pressed against her anal. The ring of muscle fought back — tight, clenched, refusing entry. I pushed harder. The muscle yielded — slowly, reluctantly, the head squeezing through the tightest point. She screamed.

"AAAANGH~!! No — it hurts — HAAANGH~!! — please — OUNGH~!! — not there — AH~!! — it’s — it’s too — HIEEENGH~!!"

She was begging. Crying. Her hands clawed the mattress. Her body trembled — the dual invasion of my cock in her anal and my tail in her pussy creating a sensory overload that her virgin body couldn’t process.

The door opened.

"Vespera, dear, I brought you breakfast—"

The mother-in-law. She stood in the doorway, holding a silver tray — eggs, toast, tea, a small vase with a flower. Her smile was warm. Maternal. The smile of a woman bringing breakfast to her newlywed daughter.

Her eyes found the scene.

Vespera — bent over the bed, naked, her ink-covered body arching, her face in the pillow. My tail — visible, scaled, buried in her pussy. My cock — half-hard, pressing against her anal. The sheets — stained. The room — smelling of sex and sweat and cum.

The tray fell.

The silver clattered against the floor. Eggs scattered. Tea spilled. The vase shattered.

The mother-in-law’s face went through seven expressions in two seconds: shock, confusion, recognition, deeper shock, embarrassment, mortification, and finally — a forced, strangled smile.

"Whoa — whoa — whoa — whoa — what—" She held up both hands, palms forward, the universal gesture of someone who had seen too much. "My bad. I shouldn’t have — I shouldn’t have come to the newlywed — I — I’ll just—"

She ran. The door slammed. Her footsteps — rapid, panicked — echoed down the hallway.

Vespera’s head shot up. Her face — crimson, tear-streaked, horrified — turned toward the door. "Mother — no — stop — that’s not what you think it—"

She looked at me. Her eyes were wild. Desperate. The expression of a woman who had just been caught by her mother in a position that no amount of academic explanation could justify.

I sighed. My cock — still pressed against her anal, my tail still in her pussy — throbbed. Her anal was clenching — the shock and embarrassment tightening every muscle in her body. The resistance was incredible. Too tight. Even for me.

"We first handle this mess, right?" I said. My voice was calm. Reasonable.

She trembled. Looked at me. Looked at the door. Looked at the spilled breakfast on the floor. Looked back at me.

"You shouldn’t have done that, husband."

I chuckled. Slapped her ass. The muscular cheek — thick, soft, pale — rippled under my palm. The sound was sharp. Her body jerked. Her anal clenched. Her pussy — still wrapped around my tail — squeezed.

"Why wouldn’t I have?" I said. "I have gotten such a thick beautiful wife."

She trembled. Her heart — I could hear it through my sword domain, the enhanced auditory perception that came with my combat abilities — was pounding. Fast. Hard. The heartbeat of a woman who was terrified, aroused, humiliated, and deeply, inexplicably, happy.

I pulled out. Both — my cock from her anal, my tail from her pussy. She gasped at the sudden emptiness, her body clenching around nothing, her holes gaping.

I pulled on the borrowed clothes. The shirt — already torn from yesterday — went on first. The trousers followed. I looked at her — still bent over the bed, her body a canvas of ink and cum, her ass raised, her pussy dripping.

"Take a bath," I said. "Both of us."

She nodded. Slowly. Her legs were still shaking. She stood — carefully, her hand on the bedframe for support — and walked toward the bathroom. Her thick legs moved unsteadily, her hips swaying with each step. The ink notation — smeared, blurred, but still visible — covered her body like a second skin.

We entered the bathroom. The tub — refilled by the servants at some point during the night — was clean. Fresh water. Steam rising. The lavender scent from yesterday still lingering.

I stepped in. The hot water enveloped me, soothing muscles I hadn’t realized were sore. Vespera followed — climbing in awkwardly, her thick body displacing the water, the level rising. She sat across from me. Her knees drawn up. Her arms crossed over her chest. Her face still crimson.

I reached for her. Pulled her close. She came — willingly, her body sliding through the water toward me, her legs unfolding, her arms finding my neck.

I kissed her.

"Mmmnnphhh~~"