Page 56 of Violent Love: Viktor
Pakhan:The doctors say bed rest will keep her safe, but I can’t fucking lose her. Yeah, can you come back?
Me:You never need to ask, Batushka. I’ll be back tomorrow.
Pakhan:We have a new house for you on the compound.
My jaw fell open.
Me:I don’t know what to say. Thank you.
Pakhan:You owe me half the build cost.
I smiled and sent him the middle finger emoji.
My smile vanished when he sent me a rainbow with an aubergine emoji. It returned when I thought of the dildo in my pet’s cunt. At least now I had somewhere to put it.
Thekrolikhad two weeks left until her due date. She was a survivor. Strong. They would be okay.
I cracked my neck, thinking of clearing out of Borki and returning home. I’d been looking at properties close to the compound, but the Pakhan’s hindsight never ceased to amaze me.
It was why he was the Pakhan.
My cock was rubbed raw. Her pussy? Destroyed.
She needed rest. I didn’t.
I looked at her sleeping form, dragging the covers down until her plump little mounds of breasts were on show.
My bite mark—the one that made her squirt like a fountain—was still visible.
I tugged a little more, baring her rounded stomach.
I glanced up at her swollen lips, but it was her other swollen, cream-pied lips I was after. With a growl, I shoved the cover aside and gently pried her bruised thighs apart.
Her cum-stained fuckhole was still leaking from my previous deposit.
I was hard again.
With a wicked smile, I gently rolled her onto her stomach.
She didn’t make a sound or move. Dead to the world.
Perfect.
I grabbed some lube—for her sake and mine. My nasty little bitch got off on the pain, but with the girth of my dick, my cum as lube wouldn’t cut it.
I smeared a generous amount all over my cock before doing the same to her gaping slit. The cold lube soon warmed up from the heat of her pussy. I covered her juicy little fuck lips beforeworking some into her hole. She sighed into the pillow and spread her legs, but when I checked her eyes, they were shut.
I shook my head.
The girl just needed to see my cock, and she was one rub away from squirting on my face.
Her black tail curved up, and I remembered the first time I placed it in her asshole. Now she didn’t want it out of her hole, as if she needed her holes filled up at all times. I twisted the tail, watching her asshole tighten around the plug, deciding to leave it in. Each time I fucked her cunt with my body on top of hers, it would press it further into her ass.
I straddled over my sleeping bitch, ready to ride her cunt until she barked for more. I grabbed her hips, kneading the bruises I’d left there, watching how easily she moulded to my grip. Soft and compliant. Just how I liked her. My fuckdoll. My property. She didn’t stir—only drooled into the pillow, her legs still parted, her cunt plugged, lubed, and leaking. Beautifully ruined.
Lining my cock up, I pressed the head against her folds, letting her body recognise me. Her pussy parted without a fight, the lips slick and welcoming like they missed me. Even in sleep, her cunt remembered who it belonged to. My good girl.
I pushed in slowly, giving her body time to feel every thick inch. She twitched beneath me, a moan catching in her throat—barely conscious, but still responsive. Still mine. I sank in deeper, all the way to the hilt, hips flush to her ass. The base of my cock ground into her folds, but what thrilled me more was the way the plug in her ass pressed harder, forced deeper by the angle of my weight behind her.
