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

Chapter 435: Chapter 434- Beautiful Demoness

Viktor stood behind the tree for one final heartbeat, the violet pulse of his incubus mark thrumming low and steady against his pelvis like a second heartbeat. The woman’s horns—small, dark, elegantly curved—caught the moonlight in a way that made the air feel thicker, sweeter, and fully charged. She had no idea she was being watched, still crying softly, still bare, still thick and magnificent in the water. A secret laid bare under the silver light, and he held it now like a blade wrapped in silk.

Through the tree’s shade, Viktor was looking toward the woman as he slowly stood. He rolled his broad shoulders once, casual, the motion of a man who had simply stepped out for air and stumbled upon something he was never meant to see. His heavy boots scraped softly over the moss as he walked naturally, as if he had just been handed the secret of the woman and was now deciding what to do with it. The night air moved cool against his half-open shirt.

She heard the footfall and her head snapped up.

A sharp, startled wince crossed her round face—eyes wide, mouth parting in a silent gasp. Water sloshed violently as she scrambled to cover her massive, heavy breasts with both arms, the soft, pendulous weight of them spilling over her forearms while her thick nipples brushed her own wet skin. She dug herself deeper into the pond, her wide hips sinking until the water lapped at her collarbone, desperately trying to hide the thick curve of her belly and the dark, puffy shadow between her thick thighs.

”W-wait—Sir Viktor—how do you—how are you here?” she stammered, her voice trembling with pure shock.

Her thick hand flew instinctively toward her dark hair, her clumsy fingers fumbling at the loose waves to hide the demonic horns. The panicked motion lifted her arm high, and her massive left breast spilled free entirely, the dark, thick nipple catching the moonlight like a ripe, swollen berry. Viktor kept walking, completely unhurried, his boots crunching the last few feet of leaf-litter before reaching the flat stone shelf.

He said nothing at first, simply beginning to remove his clothes with the same casual ease he might use to undress for bed.

Shirt first—shoulders rolling, the fabric sliding off his corded arms to reveal the hard ridges of his abs and the faint violet glow of his incubus mark just above his waistband. Then the belt was unbuckled, and his trousers dropped directly to the damp earth. His monstrous cock hung heavy and half-hard already, impossibly thick even at rest, swaying arrogantly as he stepped free of the cloth.

The woman’s breath hitched audibly, her gaze locking uncontrollably on his massive length before flicking up to his face, pure shock widening her teary eyes.

And then his tail—long, sinuous, tipped with a soft, ridged spade that glistened faintly—slid forward like a living, hungry thing. It curled once around her thick upper arm, the ridged tip brushing the soft underside of her still-exposed breast before latching gently onto her dark nipple. It began suckling with a slow, rhythmic pull that made her heavy flesh dimple instantly.

She jolted violently, a tiny choked sound escaping her throat as her body reacted to the demonic stimulation.

Viktor said nothing as he simply stepped into the pond.

The warm water closed around his calves, then his muscular thighs, then his waist. He waded forward until he stood directly in front of her, the waterline licking just below his navel. His cock was now fully erect and bobbing above the surface like a terrifying weapon claiming its territory.

She stared, the water rippling around her wide shoulders. ”Wait—I don’t—this—how are you a demon?”

Viktor’s mouth curved into a slow, knowing, and wicked smirk. ”Didn’t you hear?” His voice was a low, vibrating hum, the dark timber of a creature that hunted sleeping women in folklore to drain their energy [1]. ”I am a sex demon.”

Hearing that dark truth, she trembled so hard the water around her heavy shoulders shivered with the chaotic motion.

”I—I did, but I did not actually—I—I—” Her voice stammered, thick and broken like a helpless prey cornered by a predator. Her hands scrabbled for the discarded cloth floating nearby, trying desperately to pull it back over her massive chest, but the sodden fabric refused to cooperate.

Her thick breasts kept slipping free, jiggling heavily with every panicked tug she made.

Viktor leaned in, the warm water swirling between their bodies. One hand shot out, his long fingers wrapping tightly around her thick wrist with gentle but completely unbreakable demonic strength.

He pulled her hard. She yanked backward on pure instinct, but the sudden motion only made her massive breasts bounce heavily, water streaming off their soft undersides.

Her heavy body collided violently with his—her soft, thick belly pressing flush against his hard abs, her massive breasts squashing flat against his chest, her dark nipples dragging across his hot skin. The heavy impact drove a small, involuntary whimper of submission straight from her throat.

He wrapped both muscular arms around her in a full, dominating hug, his large palms splaying across the wide, yielding expanse of her soft back.

”Your body is so incredibly soft,” he murmured directly against her damp hair, his voice rough with genuine, filthy appreciation. The dark vibration of his words sent a shiver straight down her spine.

”Please—wait—I don’t—” Her weak protest was half-muffled against his broad shoulder, her breath hot, erratic, and completely shaky.

He ignored her completely, sinking down onto the submerged stone shelf with the water rising to his chest. With effortless, terrifying strength, he pulled her heavy body down with him, settling her wide hips to straddle his lap.

His monstrous cock—now iron-hard and violently throbbing—stood completely upright between them. The impossibly thick mushroom head nudged insistently against the soft, wet underside of her belly.

He hugged her even tighter, one arm locking like a steel band around her thick waist while his other hand stroked slow, possessive circles along her bare spine. ”Just stay still for a moment,” he commanded softly.

”I really need a thick body like yours to console me,” he whispered, the dark incubus aura leaking from him making her tremble uncontrollably. Her round face flushed dark crimson, visible even in the dim silver moonlight.

She trembled harder, her thick, dimpled thighs automatically clenching around his narrow hips, but her body completely refused to pull away. Viktor pressed his handsome face directly into the curve of her thick neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of pond water, warm female skin, and the unmistakable, filthy musk of her swelling arousal.

”Now, silent. Shh.”

His large hand slid downward, completely deliberate and terrifyingly slow, tracing the heavy, soft roll of her belly until his long fingers found the slick, boiling heat between her thick thighs. She gasped loudly.

”Stop—please—” she begged, but his other hand had already ruthlessly cupped her massive left breast. His rough thumb brushed the stiff, leaking nipple before pinching it with cruel, precise pressure.

The dual, overwhelming sensation tore a filthy moan straight from her throat—low, throaty, and instantly muffled as she frantically clapped her own hand over her mouth.

Viktor began to aggressively rub her swollen slit in slow, extremely firm circles. Two of his long fingers forcefully parted her puffy, wet folds, gliding directly over her engorged clit while his other palm viciously kneaded the full, heavy weight of her massive breast.

He relentlessly rolled her dark nipple between his thumb and forefinger, treating her body like a cheap toy meant only for his pleasure. The water lapped softly around their joined bodies with every small, filthy movement he made.

”So,” he murmured, his voice incredibly calm while he ruthlessly fingered her soaking wet demon cunt. ”How does a demon like you come to be here? Is there a story to it?”

She tried to answer, but her wide hips jerked completely involuntarily against his invading hand. A broken, slutty moan vibrated heavily against her own palm.

”I—I was trying to save my adopted daughter—Kiara—ahh—” Her voice cracked completely as his long fingers pressed deeper, two of them sliding brutally into her unbelievably tight, slick heat.

He curled his fingers inside her, violently stroking her inner walls while she instinctively clenched around him, her thick thighs trembling like leaves. ”I—I was plunged in water—drowning—nnngh—so I—”

Viktor’s spade-tipped tail had not been idle for a single second. The wet, ridged tip had found her other massive nipple and was suckling it in slow, disgustingly loud pulls, the sensation completely wet and demanding.

He ruthlessly added a third thick finger directly inside her puffy pussy, brutally stretching her and stirring her insides while his thumb kept perfect, crushing pressure on her sensitive clit. Her heavy head fell back, her dark hair spilling in waves over her thick shoulders while her demonic horns glinted in the moonlight.

She cried out loudly, the pathetic sound barely muffled by her own desperate fingers.

”I fell while protecting her,” she gasped out, her eyes fluttering wildly as tears of pure, overwhelmed pleasure mixed with the ones still drying on her flushed cheeks. ”And was—flew—before got caught by slave traders—who would have sold me—if not for the bandit queen saving me—”

Viktor chuckled, the sound incredibly low, dark, and utterly predatory. He leaned in sharply, his mouth closing directly over the dark nipple his tail had just been teasing.

His sharp teeth grazed the incredibly sensitive bud before he bit down hard with precise, cruel pressure. She cried out sharply, the sound echoing softly across the quiet pond.

”Ahnnnggh~~!!”

Her whole massive body arched backward, her tight, inexperienced pussy clenching violently around his intruding fingers. Their eyes met in the moonlight, hers completely wide, teary, and glassy with unwilling, filthy pleasure, while his glowed with a terrifying, bright violet lust.

”I see,” he murmured darkly right around her swollen nipple, his long tongue flicking the bud once before he pulled back just enough to speak. ”So you are hiding your identity.”