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

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 - Cleaning After the Meal

”Ungh~!!...Hic...!?!”

Her eyes widened like saucers, brown depths flooding with shock as the brutal thrust rippled forward through her thick, sagging boobs, heavy milkers jiggling wildly against the grass, dark nipples scraping dirt while her dampened armpits glistened with fresh sweat, wiry curls matting under raised arms.

The sudden depth made her see stars, her cervix throbbing from the brutal nudge.

Pah! Pah!

”Hngh~! Oungh~!!”

His thick cock stretched her virgin-tight pussy wide, coarse bush tugging at the veiny shaft, the crimson cockhead slamming her womb like a battering ram, forcing her tongue to loll out sloppy, spit dripping as teary eyes blurred, pain spiking hot through her untouched depths after thirty years of nothing but lonely nights.

”I said...! Wait, master—aaahh!”

His hand clawed deep into her plush ass cheek, nails digging red trails on soft, stretch-marked flesh, squeezing till it dimpled white. ”It’s too tight. Damn it.”

He groaned low, belly fat slapping her back lightly, but pulled out halfway, her slick folds clinging greedily to his girth before he rammed back in, balls smacking her clit through the tangle.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

”HIEEKK~!! AHHNGH~!!! UNGH~!!!”

She moaned broken, pain twisting with that filthy spark of pleasure as his cock tore deeper into her mature cunt, stretching walls that never knew a man, her thick thighs quivering, pussy lips puffing red around the invasion.

”Wait, young master—ungh!”

He growled over her cries, hips locked. ”Did you forget your promise?”

She screamed once, twice, three times, body bucking wildly under him, hands scrambling to push at his thigh, fingers trembling on sweat-slick skin as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, mixing with muffled sobs into the dirt.

Her body froze mid-fight, breaths heaving ragged from her heaving chest, that pushing hand halting inches from his cock, fingers curling back as a flinch rippled through her thick frame—recalling her own words, how she’d sworn to follow him here, to this ruined manor, even after he warned he’d fuck her raw like his woman.

Brown eyes squeezed shut, hand flying to her mouth, muffling the whimpers as shame burned hot in her core, her armpits prickling with sweat while untouched pussy clenched involuntarily around his buried shaft.

”It might be painful. I apologize for that.”

His other hand clawed her ass again, fingers spreading thick cheeks wide, exposing her puckered hole twitching in the open air, her muffled gasp turning sharp as he pulled back slow, then pounded in two brutal strokes, cockhead battering her womb each time.

Pah! Pah!

”MMMPH~!! GAAH~!!!”

Her voice broke into shattered moans, thick body jolting forward, boobs mashing dirt harder, nipples leaking faint beads of sweat-milk mix from the strain, pussy gripping like a vice on his retreating girth.

”But I want you to act like my woman. When I fuck you, forget everything—or even that I’m your master. Treat me as a man, a man whom you belong to, then tell me, whose woman are you, Helena?”

He stroked deep again, grinding the fat head against her cervix, her walls rippling bumpy around him, forcing her teary eyes open through the haze, blinking as she felt it—how her resistance now could crush him, but she’d chosen this fire, this young master claiming her barren body.

Pah!

”AAHNN~!!!”

”Yes... ungh... I am... young master’s woman,” she moaned through tears, voice cracking slutty, her pussy suddenly clamping tighter like a fist, sucking him in as maturity’s hidden hunger woke raw.

Viktor groaned beastly, falling forward onto her sweat-slick back, his soft belly pressing her thick rolls flat, both hands mauling her massive boobs roughly—fingers sinking deep into heavy flesh, pinching dark nipples till they bulged veiny, rolling the sagging milkers like dough while her armpits brushed his sides, wiry curls tickling his skin.

”Fuck... just 3 minutes.”

Ropes of hot cum blasted her womb, thick spurts flooding her untouched depths, stretching her pussy walls with sticky heat as he kept pumping, balls twitching to unload more, her mature cunt milking every drop greedily while she bucked under him.

”Haah...”

He rolled off her with a groan, falling sideways on the dirt, breaths coming messily fast, fat belly riding up and down as sweat smeared grime over his stretched skin. Eyes hazy, chest heaving, he stared up at the grimy yellow sky.

She lay bare beside him, sticky goop of his cum drooling thick out her swollen pussy, thighs parted helplessly, flesh shivering in aftershock. Her naked tits mashed to the ground—soft and wide, dark nipples swollen raw, sweaty hair stuck to armpits glistening. A long line of his spent seed dribbled between her puffy folds, matting coarse curls, droplet pooling in the grass below.

Her eyes met his, brown and dazed, lips sucking air, face flushed and streaked with drying tears. He caught her gaze and managed a broken smile, mouth twitching. Rolling onto one elbow and squashing belly, he leaned over, gave her lips a quick, muffled peck, voice hoarse. ”I know it’s hard for you, but I really want to fuck you, Helena... can we do it frequently?”

She looked down at his cock, half-limp below fat belly, streaked with cloudy cum and tangled in black hairs, then back to his tired eyes. Gulping, she lifted her hip just enough for more sticky fluid to puddle out, then rolled close and hugged him with bare arms, soft side-boob smearing dirt on his chest.

On the messy grass, with blanket half under her rump, she whispered, ”I am very ashamed and in fear, young master...”

His big hands swept over her plush skin, rough palms stroking under her boob, fingers wandering down ass cheek, feeling every wobbling dimple and stretch mark. ”Fear, fear for what?” he mumbled roughly, grip warm on her hip.

She trembled, voice fragile as she shifted, side-eyeing the limp cock under his messy belly. ”I don’t know what exactly you want... you even accepted those lies, gotten yourself trapped here, what exactly do you want?” Her words spilled out broken, lower lip trembling.

He furrowed his brow, staring into the sky with distant focus, chest still pumping for air. She watched him, seeing the new tightness in his face, muscles flexing under sweat and filth. He finally said flatly: ”I want to fuck many women.”

She blinked at his words, startled, mouth open before she broke into a cautious chuckle, voice dry with disbelief. ”Then I will help you,” she teased, half-joking—knowing in this ugly world, even with polygamy, two or three women would be rare, let alone a vanished noble.

But he turned to her, serious eyes fixed on her body. ”Hm, seems we need to raise your fertility too, Helena.”

Her brows furrowed, confusion wrinkling her sweaty forehead. ”I don’t understand, master...”

He glanced at the floating system window, scowling at the unchanging notice—two times inside her raw and still no pregnancy.

That was a problem; not like he didn’t plan to breed her daily from now.

With dirty hands braced to the grass, he slowly hauled himself up, belly wobbling as he wiped sweat off his sticky face.

She followed, clutching the grimy white blanket over her breasts. Panting for breath, he nodded towards the dirty pond. ”Let’s take a bath—then visit the village.”