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

Chapter 520: Chapter 519 - Purifying Her Body, Starting with Gut

PAH! PAH! PAH! PHAAACKK~~!!

”AAANGHH~!! HIIEEK~!! TOO DEEP— VIKTOR— IT’S SPLITTING ME APART—!!”

Her body had no more jiggle left in it.

That thick, motherhood-built frame — the generous hips, the belly soft from years of carrying, the heavy breasts that had been swinging and spraying milk all night — lay flat and pinned beneath him, going up and down with his weight rather than rippling outward on its own. The bounce was gone. What remained was the raw, ’I have been used past the point where my body has opinions’ surrender of a woman who had run completely out of resistance and was now simply receiving.

Her tears fell.

Steady. Not sobs — the quiet, continuous leak of a woman who had gone somewhere past crying and had come out the other side of it into something quieter and more honest. They soaked the pillow beneath her cheek in a spreading dark circle. Her lashes, wet, stuck to her skin.

Viktor lay over her back.

His chest against her spine. His hips working in the slow, ’I am here for a long time and I am not hurrying’ grind of a man who had waited years for this specific thing and was not going to rush through it now that he had it.

His cock buried in her ass — that untouched, ’no map existed for this territory before tonight’ hole that had been stretched and claimed and was now clenching around him with the desperate, rhythmic, ’my body does not know whether to expel this or keep it’ pulse of a ring that had been forced to learn something in a single night.

His mouth was at her ear.

”The ceremony,” he said.

Low. Warm. The ’I am going to remind you of something and I want you to feel it’ register of a man choosing his words with the patience of someone who has been holding them for a long time.

PAH! PAH!

”AAHHH~!! Please— Viktor— my— it’s too—!!”

’”The green dress,” he said again, voice dripping with lust.

’The green dress.’

She had not thought about it in years. But now it flooded her broken mind like thick cum.

Elena’s coming-of-age ceremony. The hall full of nobles. Candlelight flickering on the long table, string quartet playing somewhere far away. She had dressed so carefully — more carefully than usual — knowing everyone would be looking at Elena and therefore at her mature body.

Until he had torn it.

She had felt the cool air kiss her thigh. On her hip. Her hairy pussy had been exposed right there in that dark corridor, puffy lips parting slightly, almond-coloured anal ring twitching visibly as it was pulled up and down by the rough handling, the delicate wrinkled skin stretching and contracting with each breath.

Her husband had looked at it with the dull eyes of a man seeing two worthless holes — one tightly twitching asshole and the other covered with thick dark hair but already agape, dripping, ready for use.

”Don’t let me dick enter that Shitty Hole!” he had snarled.

He had been so brief. Five pathetic inches. The Count’s five inches which she had dutifully taken for twenty years, fucked daily even while pregnant right in front of the maids. Two minutes. Maybe less.

He had finished quickly inside her hairy cunt and stepped back, arranging his clothes with that ’that is concluded’ efficiency. He looked at her torn dress, exposed thigh, the mess on her skin with contempt, as if it was never worth the effort.

Then she had gone back to the party. Smiled. Greeted the guests with his lukewarm seed still trickling down her thighs.

PAAAAH!! PAH! PAH! PAH!

”AANNGHH—!! VIKTOR—!! HIIEEK~!!”

The memory shattered like glass as his thick cock stirred her guts again. She came back to the moonlit room, the wrecked bed, his massive incubus body over her back, his cock buried so deep in her ass it made the Count’s entire twenty-year marriage feel like a pathetic little footnote. Her tears had stopped being quiet. She was crying properly now.

The ’I have been holding this specific shame for years and I cannot hold it anymore’ crying of a woman whose container had been overfull long before tonight.

She was crying properly.

The ’I have been holding this specific thing for years and I cannot hold it anymore’ crying of a woman whose container had been overfull long before tonight and had simply needed this particular evening to finally crack.

”So you saw,” she said.

Her voice came out wrecked. Not a question. Not even an accusation. Just the flat, exhausted acknowledgment of a woman who had just understood that she had not been as invisible in that corridor as she had believed.

Viktor’s hips stilled.

He was still inside her. Still deep. Still filling her past anything she had accommodated before. But he had gone still with the ’I am listening’ quality of a man who knows when to stop moving.

”Yeah,” he said.

Quiet. Close to her ear.

”I did.”

She closed her eyes.

”Your husband,” Viktor said, and she felt his chest against her back with each word, ”is a trash guy.”

Pause.

His mouth at her ear. His lips brushing the shell of it.

”My bad. ’Was’ a trash guy.”

He bit her ear.

Not hard — the ’I want you to feel this’ nip of teeth against the soft lobe, deliberate, the kind of bite that sends something down the spine regardless of what the rest of the body is managing.

”Ahh~—” The sound came out of her before she could stop it.

He resumed. Slow at first — the ’I am returning to this’ recommencement of his hips, drawing back through the tight channel of her ass with the wet, dragging friction of a cock that had claimed something and was not releasing the claim.

Pah. Pah.

”Hnngh~... aahhh—Viktor—”

”It was the first time I saw a real woman,” he said, against her ear, his hips finding rhythm again. ”Not a girl. A real woman’s body.” His hands found her breasts beneath her, both of them, cupping the heavy, milk-wet weight of them from under. ”That hairy, puffy pussy of yours, getting used by that fat noble and his pathetic cock.”

She made a sound that was not quite a sob and not quite a moan.

”Don’t—” she started.

”Getting dirtied,” he said. ”While you stood against the stone wall with your dress torn and your face turned away.” His thumbs found her nipples. ”And I watched from the other end of the corridor and understood for the first time what my body was capable of wanting.”

”Viktor—”

”I went to my room after.” His hips quickened. ”And I thought about you.”

PAH! PAH!

”AANNGHH~!! STOP SAYING THOSE THINGS WHILE YOU’RE—WHILE I’M—!!”

”The dress,” he said, not stopping. ”I thought about what was under it. I already knew by then.”

She was crying and she was also pushing her hips back.

She hated that she was pushing her hips back.

She did it anyway.

”And yet you’re touching this body,” she said. Ragged. The ’I need to say this even though saying it changes nothing’ quality of a woman who needed the sentence heard. ”This dirty body. This used, old, ruined—”

”Stop,” he said.

Not unkindly.

He fucked her harder.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

”HIIEEK~!! AANNGHH~!! HNGH~!!”

”I can purify it,” he said. The ’I am not being poetic, I am being literal’ quality of an incubus who means exactly what he says about what his body does to the bodies it claims. ”And either way—”