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

Chapter 385: Chapter 384 - Taking Bella to Soothe Her Anger

”—’Or my cock.”

The words landed against Bella’s ear warm and deliberate, and her whole body answered before her brain had a chance to vote.

A full-body shiver. Starting at the ear he’d bitten — the cartilage still tingling from his teeth — traveling down her spine to the base of her tail, which finally, ’finally,’ swished.

Once.

Hard.

Then she caught herself doing it and her face went pink and she bit her lower lip with the focused pressure of someone trying to stop a sentence from escaping, and the tears that had been running tracked to the corners of her mouth instead.

”Please don’t tease me, master,” she said.

Her voice came out smaller than she wanted it to. The raw version of her voice, the one without the armor of anger or performance, the one that only came out when she’d used all the others.

Viktor heard it.

He knew that voice.

He chuckled — low, from the chest, the sound traveling from his chest into her back and through her ribcage to somewhere she couldn’t defend.

His cock, which had been behaving itself against her thigh through the whole preceding sequence, announced itself.

The pressure of it was warm and deliberate against the inside of her thigh, high up, through the thin fabric of her skirt. Not aggressive — just ’there,’ the way Viktor was always just ’there,’ with the unhurried certainty of something that had all the time it needed.

Bella’s ear twitched. The pink one, the left one, that always gave her away first.

”It’s been days,” Viktor said, against that ear. ”Since I fucked you.”

She trembled.

”Master—”

”Properly,” he said. ”Not just the morning session. Properly.”

Her tail wrapped around his wrist. Involuntary. The specific involuntary tail-wrapping of a catgirl whose body had expressed an opinion before she’d formed one.

She looked toward Gwen.

Still unconscious. Chest rising and falling in the even rhythm of someone deeply out, the crack in the wooden wall behind her holding the impression of exactly how she’d gotten there. Her silver-blonde hair was loose across the floor, her thick body crumpled against the base of the wall at the undignified angle of someone who had not chosen the position.

Bella’s eyes went flat again.

”Please,” she said, and there was the anger again, banked under the raw voice, the specific combination of both that only Bella could produce. ”Let me kill that woman.”

Viktor’s hand moved.

He’d always had, Bella thought distantly, extremely good spatial awareness for where the hem of her skirt was.

Mira had sewn it — this particular skirt, the one Bella was wearing today — with the specific modification that Mira made to most of the household’s clothing once she’d decided she was the primary domestic architect of this arrangement. The panel at the front gave. The hem lifted clean on one side, Mira’s seam designed to move exactly that way.

Viktor’s fingers found the waistband of her panties.

Slid it aside.

”You’re not going to hear me out,” he said.

Not a question.

Bella looked at him over her shoulder. Teary eyes. Angry eyes. The specific combination of both that Viktor had learned to categorize as ’Bella at maximum.’ Her lip was between her teeth again and her cat ears were flat against her silver hair and her tail had moved from his wrist to wrapping around his hip because her tail, which operated on separate intelligence, had already made its decision.

”You,” she said, meaning all of it — the tease, the cock against her thigh, the days, Gwen still breathing on the floor — ”are impossible.”

He positioned himself.

”Mngh—”

His cock, still wet from earlier, found her entrance through the opened panty. Her pussy — ’small’ in the specific way that was exclusively Bella’s, the catgirl-tight of it that gripped everything at the threshold and stayed there — pressed back against his head with the involuntary welcome of a body that recognized something it had been waiting for.

He pinned her hands above her head.

One of his hands, both of hers, the small bird-bone wrists captured together against the tree wall — gentle, no real force needed, Bella’s hands weren’t fighting this anymore, her fingers had opened and were gripping his instead.

His other hand found her chest.

Small breasts. He knew their exact weight and density by this point, knew the specific sensitivity of the nipples under the cloth, knew that pinching the left one was ’different’ from pinching the right one and that she would not tell him this no matter how many times he demonstrated he already knew.

He found one.

Pinched.

”Nngh~—” The wince crossed her face, her shoulder pulling up instinctively. Not pain, not quite — the ’other’ thing, the electricity of it that went straight from nipple to somewhere lower, immediate and unavoidable.

”You’re as tight as ever,” Viktor said.

He plunged.

’’’

PAH.

”HIEK~!!”

The sound she made was the full register — shock and stretch and pleasure all arriving together at the front gate of her throat simultaneously. Her small body went rigid against the tree wall, back arching off the wood, the soft buff of her belly — visible now, the rounded gentle swell of a pregnancy that the system had been accelerating with its usual disregard for biology — pressing against him as she arched.

’’He’s — full, he’s all the way in immediately, I haven’t taken him in days and my body forgot and then remembered at the same moment—’’

Her inner walls clenched.

’’Too full. Always too full. How is he always too full every single time—’’

PAH. PAH.

”Oungh~!! Nngh~!! HAH~!!”

Viktor’s rhythm was not patient today. The ’days’ had been days for him too, and Bella’s tightness had the specific quality that reset his baseline every time regardless of what had preceded it. His hands gripped her hips, fingers spread across the curve of her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh at the back of her legs where they met her ass.

Small, his mind registered. ’Everything’ about her is small and everything fits differently because of it — the depth of her is shallower, every thrust is proportionally deeper, she takes every millimeter of him as the full event rather than an incremental one.

PAH. PAH. PAH!

”Mngh~!! AANGH~!! Oungh~!!”