NOVEL NEXT Chapter 259 - Acting Like a Victim Now?
Helena swallowed. And swallowed. And swallowed. Her throat worked rhythmically, gulping down every drop, not letting a single bit escape.
But her fingers didn't stop.
Even as Viktor came, Helena kept stroking his tail. Kept rubbing that spade. And then—
She moved it.
Her fingers gripped the spaded tip and 'guided' it downward, between her spread legs.
Viktor's eyes snapped open.
"'What—?!'"
He felt the heat before he saw it. The wet warmth of Helena's pussy kissing the tip of his tail.
And then she 'pushed.'
Schlick.
His tail sank into her pussy.
"'Urgh—!'"
Viktor's entire body went rigid. The sensation—it was like his cock and his tail were connected. Every inch of his tail that entered Helena's tight, soaking pussy sent feedback directly to his brain, amplifying the pleasure of his orgasm tenfold.
His cock spurted even harder into her throat.
Spurt. Spurt. SPURT. SPURT.
"'HOW—?!'"
Helena's pussy clenched around his tail like a vice. The walls were slick and hot, gripping the black appendage with desperate hunger. She guided it deeper, fingers still wrapped around the base, pushing it inside her until half the length was buried.
Viktor's knees buckled. He fell forward slightly, catching himself on the armrests of the throne, his cock still lodged deep in Helena's throat, his tail now fully inside her pussy.
'This is—this is fucking insane—!'
He'd never been dominated like this. Never felt so overwhelmed. And the worst part?
He 'liked' it.
Elara's jaw dropped.
She could see everything from her angle. Viktor's cock buried in Helena's throat, the bulge moving as she swallowed his cum. Viktor's tail—thick, black, ending in that purple spade—disappearing between Helena's thick thighs, the pink lips of her pussy stretched wide around it.
"Oh... oh my..."
Elara's hand moved frantically, fingers slipping inside her pants, rubbing her clit directly now. Her hips bucked against her own hand, thighs clenching together.
Mira stared, speechless.
"H-Husband...?"
And then—
[System Alert]
A new window materialized. Larger than before. The text glowing bright purple.
[Goddess of Nature's Apostle Proxy Detected: Transferring the Proxy Status to the Rightful Owner.]
Viktor's eyes went wide.
''What—?!''
The purple-pink light in the chamber intensified. It swirled around Helena like a vortex, concentrating on her body—specifically where Viktor's tail was buried inside her pussy.
Helena gasped.
Her back arched, pressing her massive breasts upward. Her brown eyes glowed—literally 'glowed'—with green light, overpowering the brown until her irises looked like emeralds.
"'AHHHN—!'"
Her pussy clenched violently around Viktor's tail, juices gushing out in a sudden flood. It splattered onto the throne, dripped down onto the obsidian floor, soaking everything.
Viktor felt it through his tail—every contraction, every spasm. His cock throbbed in her throat, still pumping out the last spurts of cum.
[Transfer Complete.]
[Helena - Status Updated]
[Race: Human → Nature's Apostle]
[Title Acquired: First Wife - Proxy of Gaia]
[Dungeon Floor 1: Nature's Domain - Owner Recognized]
Viktor's breath caught.
'Proxy of... Gaia?'
Helena's eyes slowly returned to normal—the green glow fading back to brown. But something had changed. Her body radiated power now. Not overwhelming, but undeniable. Like the air around her had thickened with authority.
She pulled back slowly, releasing Viktor's cock from her throat with a wet 'pop'. A strand of saliva and cum connected her lips to his tip for a moment before breaking.
Helena licked her lips.
"Thank you... 'Husband,'" she whispered, voice husky.
Viktor stared down at her, chest heaving, his tail still buried inside her pussy.
'What the hell just happened?'
Viktor felt it before he saw it.
Soft. Warm. 'Heavy.'
Two massive mounds pressed against his back, squishing and molding around his shoulder blades. Arms wrapped around his chest from behind, delicate fingers splaying across his pecs.
"Husband..." Mira's voice came from behind him, breathy and concerned. "You alright?"
Her body was still hot from their earlier session, skin slick with sweat. Viktor could feel her nipples—hard and swollen—pressing into his back through the thin layer of perspiration between them.
"Does Helena just make you empty sooner than me?"
There was genuine confusion in her tone. Maybe a hint of competitive jealousy.
Viktor turned his head slightly, looking down.
Helena was pulling back.
Slowly. 'Deliberately.'
Her lips slid off his cock inch by inch, revealing the thick shaft glistening with her saliva and his cum. Her mouth opened wider—tongue extending out flat, showcasing the pool of white seed sitting on the surface.
Her brown eyes locked onto his.
And she 'smiled.'
Not with her mouth—that was too full. But with her eyes. That knowing, satisfied gleam that said: ''See how much I took? See how well I drank you?''
Viktor's breath hitched.
His tail—still buried inside her pussy—'trembled.'
And then it 'moved.'
Schlick.
His tail thrust deeper, the spaded tip pushing past her inner walls, reaching that spot that made women scream.
"'AHHHN—!'"
Helena's entire body jolted. Her back arched, massive breasts bouncing violently. But she didn't look weak. Didn't look overwhelmed like she had this morning when he'd fucked her into submission.
No.
She looked 'passionate.' Like a wife who knew exactly what she wanted and was taking it.
Her brown eyes never left his. Not for a second. Even as her mouth opened wider, even as that moan tore from her throat—she 'stared' at him with an intensity that made his cock twitch despite having just emptied himself.
"Shit..."
Viktor's hands shot out, gripping Helena's arms. He 'pulled.'
She rose from the throne smoothly, her thick body lifting with surprising ease.
Her massive breasts immediately mashed against his chest—soft, heavy, warm.
He could feel her hard nipples digging into his pecs, could feel the rapid hammering of her heart through the cushion of her flesh.
Her pussy clenched around his tail with the movement, juices dripping down the black appendage.
Viktor stared down at her.
Helena stared up.
Her lips were still coated with his seed—thick white strands clinging to her bottom lip, more dribbling down her chin.
She'd swallowed most of it, but enough remained to paint her mouth like some obscene lipstick as they gotten absorbed, turning her even more beautiful as she already was.
However, he felt a soft fragrance from her that was warming, warming like cozy as he just wanted to remain in her cuddle.
"What did you just do?" Viktor's voice came out rougher than intended.
Helena's eyes widened slightly. Innocent. As if she was hearing his voice for the first time in a different tone.
Viktor didn't buy it for a second.
His tail 'thrust' upward.
Schlick-schlick-schlick.
Fast. Hard. The spaded tip vibrating inside her, buzzing against her inner walls with that demonic frequency that shouldn't be possible.
"'AHHHN—!'"
Helena's whole body 'trembled.' Her legs gave out, but Viktor's arms held her up, keeping her pinned against him as his tail violated her pussy with mechanical precision.
Her eyes watered.
Actual tears formed at the corners, not from pain but from 'overwhelming sensation.' Her mouth opened, gasping for air, and she blinked rapidly—trying to focus through the pleasure.
"Y-Young Master—!" Her voice cracked. "You're—nngh—you're being t-too much—!"
Viktor's eye twitched.
'Too much?'
She's' the one who just deepthroated him while jerking off his tail.
She's' the one who guided said tail into her pussy without permission.
She's' the one who sat on that throne like some naked queen and 'demanded' he come to her.
And now she was acting like the 'victim?'
But then—
Another tear rolled down Helena's cheek.
"Hic... Ahn~"