100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 13: Chapter 13 - The Lion Eating Grass Gets to See Meat for the First Time

Helena’s breath caught in her throat as Viktor’s finger pressed against her clit through the drenched panty, the fabric molding to her swollen folds like a second skin.

The pressure sent a jolt through her core, her thick thighs quivering as coarse hairs poked against the cotton, itching slightly from the wetness.

”Let’s check how you feel here,” he said, voice husky, eyes locking onto hers with a hazy intensity.

Her gaze turned to him, unfocused and glassy, chest heaving as his other hand groped her breast again—fingers sinking into the soft, sagging flesh, thumb flicking the swollen brown nipple idly. ”Y-young master... it’s... throbbing already... your finger there feels like... like it’s pushing heat inside...”

He didn’t respond with words, just breathed heavily against her skin as he guided her backward onto the sofa.

The old cushions dipped under her weight, creaking like old bones, and her heavy breasts spilled sideways—heavy teardrops of flesh flopping against her ribs, nipples dragging across the dusty fabric and leaving faint red trails.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, each inhale making her belly pooch softly, while her thighs clamped together instinctively, hiding the soaked mess between them.

Viktor knelt between her legs, hands sliding up her inner thighs—feeling the thick, dimpled skin there, warm and slightly sticky from earlier sweat. He pried them apart slowly, her resistance giving way with a soft whine.

”P-please... it’s embarrassing... so wet...” Helena murmured, eyes squeezing shut as the cool manor air hit her exposed crotch. The black panties—plain cotton, now translucent—clung obscenely, outlining her fat pussy lips and the dark bush peeking through the sides, hairs matted and curling outward.

He leaned in close, nose inches from the fabric, inhaling deeply. The smell hit him raw—not the sweet, musky fantasy he’d imagined from stories, but real, pungent: a mix of salty sweat from her thighs, the sharp tang of her arousal like overripe fruit mixed with urine, and something earthier, almost fishy from the coarse hairs trapped under the damp cloth. It wrinkled his nose, made him frown for a split second—overwhelming, not clean or inviting, just human and intense.

But then her hand tangled in his hair, fingers gripping like a handle, and a muffled moan escaped her lips as his breath ghosted over the fabric.

”Ahhn... young master... don’t look so close...”

The sound spurred him. He pressed his mouth to the panty-covered mound, lips sealing over the coarse hairs that poked through, sucking gently at first.

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”Kyaaa~! It—it’s dirty!?” She tried to protest, but the moment her hand rested on his hair to push, suddenly her eyes widened with tears forming due to the strange jolt.

He had bitten her clit with his teeth before extending his tongue; the texture rasped against it—wet cotton and wiry pubes scratching lightly, her pussy heat seeping through like a warm, slick promise.

”Mmh... it’s...” She wanted to stop him from doing something so filthy, but seeing how he had asked for her help, she shut her eyes to feel being eaten down there. ”Your mouth is hot... through the cloth, it feels muffled but... unhn... spreading...” Helena’s voice broke, hips lifting slightly as his tongue flattened against her slit, tracing the seam where her lips parted under the fabric.

He worked slowly, methodically—tongue lapping in broad strokes over the black cotton, tasting the diluted salt of her juices as they soaked through further.

The fabric bunched under his assault, pulling taut against her folds, and he focused on the raised bump of her clit, that swollen nub shaping clearly through the material.

His teeth grazed it lightly—nipping the cotton over the bud, not hard enough to hurt but enough to tug the sensitive peak.

”Ahh—! There... the bump... it stings but... good sting... like pinching my nipple but wetter... nngh...” Her thighs trembled, hand pressing his face harder against her, nose mashing into the hairy mound as she ground up instinctively.

Viktor groaned into her, the vibration humming through the fabric, his own cock throbbing painfully against the sofa edge.

He sucked harder on her clit, tongue circling the nub in tight loops while his lips pulled at the surrounding hairs—tugging them subtly through the cloth, feeling her inner walls clench visibly as the panty dipped inward.

The smell intensified up close, that raw, tangy funk filling his lungs, but her moans—muffled and desperate—drowned it out, her fingers yanking his hair like reins.

”Young master... faster... it’s building... the tongue on that spot... ahhn... feels like electricity, pulling tight inside... my pussy’s... clenching...”

He bit down firmer on the clit bud, teeth catching the fabric and her nub together, rolling it gently as his tongue flicked the underside.

Her thighs snapped shut around his head suddenly—thick pillars of flesh squeezing his ears, nearly crushing his skull as her body went rigid.

”Ahhhh—! Cumming... I-I’m—!” Helena’s voice peaked into a raw cry, her pussy spasming hard against his mouth.

Hot wetness gushed through the panty, soaking the black fabric darker, flooding his tongue with her sharp, briny release—pussy cream seeping out in rhythmic pulses, drenching his chin.

Viktor’s world went muffled, her thighs locking him in place as he struggled for air, nose buried in her hairy crease, the overwhelming scent and taste making his eyes water.

He nearly blacked out, lungs burning, but she released with a shuddering gasp, thighs falling open limp.

He pulled back coughing, sputtering—wet strings of her cum and saliva dangling from his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he trembled. ”F-fuck... Helena...”

Helena’s eyes widened in horror, sitting up slightly, her heavy breasts swaying as she reached for him. ”Y-young master! I’m sorry... I lost control... I didn’t mean to squeeze so hard... are you okay?”

But Viktor looked up at her with eyes dark and lustful, breath ragged, cock leaking precum onto the floor.

No words—just a growl as he pounced, shoving her back down onto the sofa with his full weight.

They tumbled together, her thick body cushioning his chubby frame as he crashed his mouth onto hers—kissing deep and messy, tongue shoving past her lips to muffle her apologies, tasting the faint remnants of his own earlier cum on her breath mixed with her fresh arousal.

”Mmph—!” She gasped into it, hands clutching his shoulders as he devoured her, teeth catching her lower lip on the pull-back—tugging it hard enough to swell the soft flesh pink and puffy.

He panted against her mouth, eyes wild. ”Fuck feedback. Now I’m going to see how big my dick is!”