Silco X Viktor Novels & Stories

Behind him, Viktor and Elias circled like the predators they were. Viktor was the largest of them with broad shoulders, thick muscle that shifted under pale skin with every step, a permanent smirk that promised nothing soft. His cock hung massive and already fully hard, thick veins standing out along the shaft, the heavy head glistening. Elias moved lighter, leaner, all sharp angles and clever hands, his own cock standing rigid against his stomach, the tip already wet. Their eyes never left Lucien’s body. Lucien didn’t speak. He simply dropped to his knees on the hard floor, thighs spreading slightly, hands resting open on his thighs in silent invitation.

He wore a triumphant, self-satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with the predatory greed of a king claiming his throne. "Put the gun down, Evelyn," Silas mocked, clapping his hands slowly. "You're pointing a weapon at the man who holds the second half of the sequence. Without Viktor, you'll never lock down the catalyst. And without you, Viktor can't synthesize the final weapon. It's a wonderful little family reunion, isn't it?" Lucien stepped sideways, sliding his body seamlessly in front of mine, shielding me from Silas’s line of fire while keeping his weapon trained on Viktor.