nownovels Chapter 505 - 504- Sofia is too Cruel
Chapter 505 - 504- Sofia is too Cruel
Elena’s expression broke.Not entirely. A crack. The something-structural-has-given crack of a face that has been holding a temperature and has just lost the ability to maintain it.
Her mother had said ’too good.’
Her mother, the Mistress of Hartfield County, was on the floor of her own bedroom with her legs spread by a man Elena had loved, had arranged, had set in motion, and had said ’too good’ in a voice that had no performance in it, her body betraying her completely.
Sofia felt Elena stop fighting.
The arms beneath her went from straining to still — the comprehensive, nothing-left stillness of a woman who has run out of the resource that fighting requires.
Sofia didn’t let go.
But she loosened.
Her face, buried in Elena’s neck.
Her horns pressing against Elena’s jaw.
Her eyes on the mirror.
On Viktor’s back. On Eliantra’s legs, the woman’s legs, wrapped now around Viktor’s waist in the involuntary, body-has-made-a-decision wrap of thighs that have been educated, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper.
On Viktor’s face, when he turned his head.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"MMMNNGHHH~!! AAANGHH~!! MASTERR~!!"
He looked at the mirror.
At Elena’s cracked face.
At Sofia’s horns above her.
At both of them watching.
His expression: warm. Not cruel. The this-is-exactly-the-correct-outcome warmth of a man who set something in motion and is watching it arrive where he intended.
"Good," he said.
To nobody. To everything.
His hips drove down.
"AAANGHH~!!"
Rihana’s moan from the wall. Soft. Continuous. Her hand between her thighs, her breasts heaving with her breath, her gold horns catching the moonlight as she fingered herself to the rhythm of his thrusts.
PAH! PAH!
The milk between them running onto the stone in puddles.
Elena’s soundless mouth.
Sofia’s glowing horns.
And the mirror recording all of it, faithfully, the spell carrying every image and every sound from a moonlit room in Hartfield to a lamp-lit dormitory in the academy, every wet slap and broken moan transmitted perfectly —
"MASTERRR~!! INSIDE~!! YOU’RE GOING TO~!! AAANGHH~!!"
Sofia felt Elena’s body shaking.
Beneath her arms.
Not fighting.
Just — shaking. The full-body, something-has-broken tremor of a woman whose architecture has given way and whose body is running on whatever comes after the architecture, thighs squeezing together in unwanted sympathy.
"Viktor—" Sofia muttered it.
Into Elena’s neck.
Barely sound. Barely anything.
Just the name.
Sitting in her mouth with the warm, foreign weight of something she hadn’t planned on saying and had said anyway.
Her horns pulsed.
Gold.
Soft.
And a wish.
’Fuck her mother harder...’
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"HIIEEK~!! AAANGHH~!! DON’T STOP~!! DON’T—"
’Hehehe~~’
A silent chuckle of sofia’s heart which has been settled by Elena tonight seeing her mother’s such past videos, but now in the present, Elena’s mother was getting what she deserved.
"Mmmf... nghhh! Hnngh... it... it hurts so much...!" Eliantra whimpered between broken gasps, her voice muffled against the carpet as her nails scraped uselessly at the floor, leaving faint trails in the fibers while her heavy breasts dragged and smeared warm milk beneath her trembling body.
The doggy position happened because Rihana decided it should.
Not Victor’s instruction. Just Rihana — reading the room the way she always read rooms, with the attentive, ’cow-tribe woman who has been watching this for twenty minutes and has opinions’ comprehensiveness — crawling forward on her knees, her heavy breasts dragging the floor, her gold horns catching the moonlight, and simply flipping Eliantra over with the practiced ease of a woman who is considerably stronger than her soft exterior suggests.
Eliantra went over.
Her breasts hit the floor first — the full, heavy, pendulous swing of them coming down hard, the nipples dragging the carpet, milk smearing beneath her as she was arranged onto her hands and knees with the workmanlike efficiency of Rihana deciding ’this is the position now.’
"No — wait —"
Rihana grabbed her wrists from behind.
Pulled them back.
Both of Eliantra’s arms locked behind her, Rihana sitting back on her heels holding them, her own thick thighs framing Eliantra’s hips, her breasts resting on the older woman’s lower back with the warm, soft, ’I am helping’ weight of them.
Eliantra’s face hit the carpet.
Her ass in the air.
Completely exposed, completely arranged — the hairy, wet, swollen lips of her cunt glistening in the moonlight in a way that was comprehensive and unavoidable.
Victor looked at it.
"Hm."
But Victor didn’t slow down even a little; instead, he drove into her deeper, his powerful thrusts quickening with raw, relentless force, hips snapping forward with that brutal, possessive precision that made her entire frame shake.
PAH! PAH! PAH!
"Aaanghh~~!! Hiiiek~!! Kyaaanngg~!! It’s too much... too deep...!"
"...I must say, you’re really gripping me so tightly inside, Eliantra..." Victor growled low against her ear, his hot breath ragged and heavy on her skin.
What a sight — her own daughter watching everything unfold. It was mutual in its own twisted way. She had started this dance of bodies and power, and now it was his complete turn, Victor thought with that smirk tugging at his lips, feeling her already fragile mental walls crumbling more and more with each powerful push.
Knowing well that this relentless pressure — one thrust after another — would make sure she never forgot this moment for the rest of her life.
Badump... badump...
"A-Aven — Victor... please..." Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she realized just how far they had gone, how completely arranged she was.
She wanted to resist, to beg him to stop or at least slow, but her voice only came out in those broken, needy whimpers instead, her body betraying her with every shiver.
Victor, sensing that tiny spark of retaliation still flickering in her overwhelmed mind, shifted his gaze down to her wrists — which Rihana held locked firmly behind her back, her own thick cow-tribe thighs framing everything so perfectly.
"Unh?! W-wait.... no—!" But her weak protest melted into a sharp gasp when Rihana adjusted her grip, pulling those arms back even tighter, forcing Eliantra’s face deeper into the carpet while her ass stayed raised high and exposed for him.
The heat and throbbing hardness of Victor’s thick cock sliding along her swollen, hairy lips sent jolts of unwanted fire straight to her core, making her pussy clench and flutter involuntarily around nothing yet.
"Whaaayyy~~" She couldn’t help but shudder hard, her dripping cunt aching as she felt just how massive he was, stretching her entrance even before full entry.
Yes, she had been so wrong about her limits.
She could barely imagine taking all of him like this.
It was just damn too thick, too long, pulsing with that dangerous heat.
In the mirror, Elena’s eyes went wide.
The comprehensive, ’I have just received more information than I wanted’ widening of eyes that have been watching something they cannot stop watching and have just seen it change into something worse.
Her mother.
On all fours.
Her heavy breasts hanging, swinging slightly with the tremor of her arms, the nipples dragging, the milk still beading and dripping in thin, continuous lines onto the floor beneath her.
Her ass.
Raised. Full. The ’forty-year-old woman who was built generously and has not reduced’ reality of Eliantra Westing’s ass, presented at the angle of someone who has been arranged for a purpose.
Elena’s mouth opened.
Sofia’s hand clamped over it.
"MMphh—"
"Watch," Sofia said.
Her own voice was wrecked. Her face was bleeding. Her horns were blazing. But she held on — the ’I have been on this floor for an hour and I have found something to hold onto and I am not letting it go’ grip of a woman who has redirected everything she has left into one action.
Elena thrashed.
Sofia held.
"MMPHH—MMPHH—"
"I said watch."