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

Chapter 331: Chapter 330- Olivia’s Awakening

The sensation was overwhelming. Her internal walls clamped down on him like a vice made of molten silk and steel—impossibly tight, unbearably hot, the pressure so intense it bypassed his brain entirely and shot straight to his loins.

The virgin muscle spasmed and rippled along every inch of his buried length, milking him reflexively, her body trying desperately to adjust to the impossible intrusion.

Viktor’s entire body shuddered violently. His cock pulsed once, twice, three times—and then he involuntarily erupted.

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

A thick, hot load of seed poured out deep into the sacred depths of her bowels, flooding her insides with corruption. So much that it immediately began backing up, seeping out around the base of his shaft in thick, white rivulets that dripped down to coat her virgin pussy and inner thighs.

”Mmmmph... nnngh... f-feels... w-warm... inside...” Olivia whimpered weakly, her voice barely audible, her body twitching as she felt the foreign heat spreading through her insides.

Elara burst into a fit of delighted giggles, her hand reaching down to stroke Viktor’s tensed, trembling lower back. ”Ahahaha! Oh my! Did the little priestess make you cum just from entering her? Just from sliding into that tight, holy asshole?” She grinned wickedly. ”How pathetically easy, my lord~”

Viktor exhaled a shaky, ragged breath, his forehead dropping to rest against the back of Olivia’s neck. Her skin was hot, slick with sweat, and he could feel her rapid, panicked breathing even through her unconsciousness.

”Haah... haah... no,” Viktor grunted between breaths, his voice rough and defensive. ”I wasn’t... ngh... I was just trying to lubricate her insides with my seed. It’s... fuck... it’s too tight to move otherwise. She needs the fluid.”

It was a thin excuse, but his pride demanded it.

The succubus smirked knowingly, her heart-shaped pupils glowing brighter. She leaned down, her soft hands clasping Viktor’s face between her palms, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

Then she pulled him into a deep, soul-searing kiss.

Her tongue darted into his mouth aggressively, claiming every inch, sharing the lingering taste of her milk and the mixed juices they’d both consumed. It was sweet and salty and utterly intoxicating.

Mmmph. Schlp. Mmmm.

The contact, combined with the potent magical boost from her demonic saliva flowing directly into him, sent a fresh, electric jolt of pure energy surging through Viktor’s veins.

His cock, still buried balls-deep inside Olivia’s ruined ass, throbbed powerfully. Within seconds, it surged back to full, rock-hard, punishing stiffness—even thicker than before, swelling inside her and making her whimper weakly in her sleep.

”Nnnh... t-too much... nnngh...” Olivia’s mumbled protests were broken and pitiful.

”Then prove it,” Elara challenged against Viktor’s lips, her glowing eyes locked onto his. ”Show me you weren’t just a quick-shot. Show me how you fuck a saint into a sinner.”

Viktor’s eyes darkened. His pride ignited.

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Gripping Olivia’s hips with bruising force, he began to move.

Slowly at first—a grinding, circular motion of his hips that stirred his cock deep inside her, churning his seed in her bowels.

”Hnngh! Nnnh! Aaah!” Olivia’s unconscious moans came with every movement, her voice breaking, her body jerking.

Then he pulled back—just an inch—before slamming forward.

SLAP.

The wet, meaty sound of his crotch colliding with her thick ass cheeks echoed through the clearing.

Her ass jiggled violently from the impact, the pale flesh bouncing and rippling like water.

”Mmmmph! Nnngh!” Olivia cried out weakly, her face pressing harder into the stone.

Viktor did it again. And again.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

He began to fuck her anal opening with a steady, relentless, rhythmic pace. Each thrust buried him to the hilt, each withdrawal left only the tip inside before he slammed back in.

The wet sounds were obscene—schlp-schlp-schlp—mixed with the meaty slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh.

”Aaahn! Aaahn! Yes! Fuck her! Ruin her!” Elara moaned loudly, her own hips bucking in the air as she watched.

Viktor stayed locked in a deep, messy kiss with Elara, their tongues dancing and wrestling in a desperate tangle. Saliva dripped from their connected mouths, their breathing ragged and synchronized.

Meanwhile, beneath them, Olivia was nothing but a canvas for their combined lust.

Her body twitched and spasmed with every thrust. Her thick thighs trembled. Her massive breasts, crushed between her body and the hard ground, bulged obscenely on either side of her ribcage, the soft flesh compressed and deformed.

”Nnngh... L-Lord... Viktor... s-save you... nnngh... must... save...” she mumbled incoherently through her tears and pain, still believing—even in her nightmares—that she was the one saving him.

The corruption mark on her womb glowed brighter with every thrust, pulsing pink light that spread further across her skin like creeping vines.

Viktor’s seed mixed with Elara’s juices created a slick, frothy mess that coated everything—Olivia’s ass, her thighs, Viktor’s cock, the ground beneath them.

And still, he fucked her harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

The succubus, satisfied with the spectacle she’d orchestrated, slowly began to pull away from Viktor’s hungry mouth.

Her heart-shaped pupils glowed with predatory satisfaction as she observed the scene before her—her husband rutting into the unconscious priestess like an animal in heat.

Elara’s naked body rose gracefully, her pale skin glistening with sweat and milk, her massive breasts swaying heavily with each movement. She stood to the side, one hand absently trailing down her own body as she watched with rapt attention.

Viktor, freed from the distraction of Elara’s embrace, leaned his full weight down onto Olivia’s thick, soft back.

Thump.

The impact pressed the priestess harder into the rough stone surface, her massive breasts compressing further, bulging out on either side of her ribcage like overfilled water skins. The stone scraped against her sensitive nipples, adding another layer of unwanted sensation.

Viktor’s hands moved from her hips, sliding forward along her sweat-slicked skin. He grabbed both of her arms, which had been weakly attempting to push against the rock, and yanked them backward.

”Nnngh!” Olivia whimpered as her arms were pulled behind her, wrists captured in Viktor’s iron grip.

He pinned both her wrists together at the small of her back with one hand, using them as leverage. His other hand braced against the ground beside her head.

And then he truly began.

His hips started to grind in deep, circular motions—stirring his cock inside her violated hole, churning the thick load of seed he’d already deposited deep in her bowels.

Schlp. Schlp. Schlp.

The wet, churning sounds were obscene.

”Hnngh! Aaah! Nnngh!” Olivia’s unconscious moans grew louder, more distressed, as the grinding motion stimulated nerves she didn’t even know existed.

Then Viktor pulled back halfway and slammed forward.

SLAP.

”MMMPH!” Olivia’s muffled cry was sharper now, more aware.

Again. Harder.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

Viktor began pounding into her ass with ruthless, powerful thrusts. Each one drove his full eight inches balls-deep into her stretched, abused hole. Each withdrawal left only the swollen head inside before he crashed back in.

The rhythm was relentless—mechanical, almost—like a piston driving into yielding flesh.

Olivia’s thick ass cheeks rippled and jiggled violently with each impact, the pale flesh bouncing and clapping against Viktor’s pelvis in obscene percussion.

Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.

Her entire body rocked forward with each thrust, dragging her sensitive nipples against the rough stone, scraping them raw.

”Nnngh! Aaah! Hnngh! Mmph!” Her moans were changing—becoming less sleepy, more pained, more present.

Elara stood nearby, her naked body swaying slightly as she watched with hungry eyes. One hand cupped her own breast, squeezing and kneading. The other slid down between her thighs, fingers disappearing into her dripping pussy as she began to pleasure herself to the sight.

”Aaahn~ Yes~ Fuck her harder, husband~” the succubus moaned, her voice thick with arousal. ”Make her feel every inch~”

Viktor obliged.

He leaned more of his weight onto Olivia’s pinned arms, using the leverage to drive even deeper. His hips jackhammered against her ass with brutal force.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP.

The clearing echoed with the wet, meaty sounds of flesh colliding, punctuated by Olivia’s increasingly desperate whimpers and the succubus’s shameless moaning.

”Hnngh... L-Lord... Viktor...” Olivia mumbled, her voice cracking. ”S-save... you... must... nnngh!”

Even now, even through the pain tearing through her body, she was trying to save him.

But something was changing.

The pain was building too intensely. The sensations were too strong, too real to remain trapped in the fog of sleep.

Olivia’s brow furrowed deeply. Her breathing became more ragged, more conscious. Her fingers, trapped in Viktor’s grip, began to flex and curl.

”Nnngh... n-no... something... wrong...” she mumbled, her voice clearer now, losing the distant quality of sleep.

Viktor felt it—the shift in her body language, the way her muscles were beginning to tense differently, with awareness rather than unconscious reaction.

She was waking up.

And he knew exactly how to seal the moment.

Still pounding into her relentlessly, Viktor leaned down, his chest pressing fully against her back. His mouth hovered near her shoulder—pale, unmarked skin, sacred flesh that had never been touched by anything profane.

He opened his mouth.

And bit down.

CRUNCH.

His teeth sank into the soft flesh of her shoulder, not quite breaking skin but applying enough pressure to leave deep indentations, claiming her, marking her like a beast marks territory.

”I’m sorry,” Viktor growled against her skin, his voice muffled and utterly unapologetic, ”but you looked too fuckable.”

The pain, the pressure, the shameless words—it all crashed through the last barriers of Olivia’s consciousness like a battering ram through paper.

Her eyes shot open.

Golden irises, wide with shock and horror and incomprehension, stared blankly at the rough stone surface inches from her face.

For one frozen heartbeat, her mind struggled to process what was happening.

She was naked. Pressed against cold stone. Something impossibly thick and hard was buried deep inside her—not her pussy, but somewhere else, somewhere wrong, somewhere that burned and stretched and hurt.

Weight on her back. Teeth on her shoulder. Hands pinning her arms.

And that voice.

Lord Viktor’s voice.

Realization hit like lightning.

”Wh—AAAAAHHHHHHH!”