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

Chapter 586: Chapter 585 - Taking Every Possible Angular Taste of Thick Cake

He spread her legs further.

His hand on her belly.

He increased the blood flow.

He felt it happen — the warm rush pooling in her lower stomach, the heat radiating into her cunt, her clit swelling to twice its size, the walls of her pussy engorging and softening and growing wet.

She moaned.

”Mmnnh~—”

The soft, unconscious, completely involuntary sound of a woman whose body was being stimulated without her mind’s participation.

Viktor smiled.

The blood flow was stimulating her body perfectly.

”Why am I so kind?” he whispered.

He spread her legs wider.

Laid over her body.

His cock found her entrance.

The head pressed against the hairy, wet, swollen lips of her cunt. She was slick — not just wet, but flowing, the juice running from her in a continuous warm stream, coating his head, making the entry effortless.

He pushed.

PAH!

”Mmnnh~—”

He entered her fully.

One thrust.

Balls-deep.

The engorged, blood-heavy walls of her cunt gripped him with a wet, hot, crushing embrace. She was tighter than he’d expected — even after two children, even after years, her muscle was strong, the walls thick and ridged and grasping.

He held her hands.

Pinned them beside her head.

He kissed her.

His mouth on her slack, open lips, his tongue pushing in, tasting the stale sleep-breath and the faint remnant of his cooking and her own saliva. He fucked her mouth with his tongue while he fucked her cunt with his cock.

PAH PAH!

”Mmnnh~— mmmph~—”

He pounded her.

Hard.

The bed slammed against the wall with each thrust — the wet, continuous, vulgar sound of his hips meeting her thick thighs, his balls slapping against her ass, his cock plunging in and out of the hairy, juice-slick channel he’d made ready with his power.

Her heavy tits swayed with each impact.

The dense, milk-heavy flesh rocking on her chest, the dark nipples pointing toward the ceiling, stiff and aching.

He broke the kiss.

Looked down at her face.

At the slack, open, sleeping mouth.

At the tears that had dried on her cheeks.

At the complete, vulnerable, unguarded availability of a woman who had invited a devil to her bed.

He fucked her harder.

PAH PAH PAAH!

”Nnngh~— mmmph~— mmnnh~—”

’

### Two Hours — The Tail

He had flipped her.

Her heavy body — the thick, dense, mature weight of her — was now on her knees, her face pressed into the pillow, her arms sprawled forward, her ass raised and presented.

The doggy position.

Her thick ass filled his vision — the broad, pale, heavy globes parted slightly, the dark, used rim of her anal still gaping from before, his seed dried on her inner thigh, her hairy cunt visible below, dripping and swollen and red with the blood he’d kept concentrated there.

He entered her pussy again.

PAH!

”Mmnnh~—”

From behind.

The angle was deeper.

The head of his cock hitting the front wall of her channel, pressing against the spot that made her unconscious body shudder.

But he wanted more.

His tail.

It had been waiting — coiled, patient, hungry. Now it rose behind him, the full, articulated, demonic length of it hovering, then moving toward her presented ass.

The tip pressed against her anal.

The used, gaping, seed-slicked rim that had never been virgin to begin with tonight.

It pushed.

”Nnnngh~!! Mmmph~!!”

Her body jerked.

The tail entered her ass — thick, warm, flexible, vibrating slightly with the incubus power that ran through it. It pushed deep, filling her back channel while his cock filled her front, the thin wall between the two channels feeling the pressure from both sides.

Double penetration.

PAH PAH!

”Mmnnh~!! Nnngh~!! Mmmph~!!”

He fucked her with both.

His cock in her cunt, his tail in her ass, moving in counter-rhythm — when he pushed forward with his hips, the tail withdrew slightly, and when he pulled back, the tail pushed deeper. The continuous, overwhelming, full-body occupation of a woman who was being fucked in both holes simultaneously while she slept.

Her heavy tits hung down.

The full, dense, swaying weight of them pulling toward the mattress with each thrust, the dark nipples brushing the sheets, leaving wet trails.

He grabbed her hips.

The broad, strong, mature width of them, his fingers digging into the flesh, pulling her back onto him with each thrust.

PHACK PHACK PHACK!

”AAANNNH~!! Mmmph~!! Nnngh~!!”

The unconscious moans were louder now.

Her body — stimulated by the blood flow, penetrated in both channels, pounded without mercy — was producing sounds that bypassed her sleeping mind entirely. The raw, honest, animal noises of a woman’s body being used thoroughly.

He pulled out.

Both cock and tail withdrew with a wet, body-clinging sound, leaving her holes gaping and dripping.

He flipped her again.

Onto her back.

Spread her legs wide.

Entered her pussy once more.

PAH!

”Mmnnh~—”

Three Hours Passed

He stood beside the bed.

Her body was limp, arranged by his hands — her head at the edge of the mattress, her neck extended, her mouth open and slack.

He gripped her jaw.

Opened her wider.

His cock — wet, thick, glistening with her juice and his seed — pressed against her lips.

He pushed in.

”Mmnngh~!! Mmmph~!! Glk~!!”

Her throat convulsed.

The head of his cock entering her warm, wet, slack mouth, pushing past her tongue, finding the entrance to her throat. Her unconscious body gagged — the reflex tightening of her throat around him, the wet, milking grip of her muscles trying to expel the intrusion.

He held her head.

Both hands in her hair, gripping, pulling her face onto him.

He thrust.

PAH!

”Glk~!! Mmmph~!! Nnngh~!!”

The wet, vulgar sound of face-fucking — his cock plunging into her slack mouth, her throat bulging with each thrust, spit running from the corners of her lips, pooling in her hair, dripping to the floor.

Her heavy tits swayed.

The dense flesh rocking on her chest with each thrust of his hips, the dark nipples stiff and abandoned.

He pulled out.

A string of spit connected his cock to her lips.

He slapped his cock against her face — once, twice, the meaty ’thwack’ of wet flesh against slack skin.

Then he pushed back in.

PAH PAH PAAH!

”Glk~!! Glk~!! Mmmph~!!”

He came.

The thick, hot ropes of his seed blasting directly into her stomach — bypassing her mouth entirely, pumping straight down her throat, her unconscious swallowing reflex working around him, taking every drop.

He pulled out slowly.

His cock emerged wet and shining, her lips swollen and parted, a thin trail of cum and spit running from the corner of her mouth.

He looked at her.

At the ruin of her face.

At the way her chest heaved.

He climbed back onto the bed.

Four Hours Later

He lifted her.

The full, dense, heavy weight of her mature body — her thick thighs, her broad hips, her heavy tits, her strong back — all of it lifted in his arms as he stood beside the bed.

She was limp.

A dead weight in his grip, her head lolling against his shoulder, her arms hanging, her legs spread around his waist.

He held her by her thick ass.

Both hands gripping the heavy, soft, dense globes of her cheeks, his fingers sinking deep, spreading her, supporting her.

His cock found her cunt.

He lowered her onto it.

PAH!

”Mmnnh~—”

And then he fucked her.

Standing.

Holding her entire body in his hands, lifting her up and down on his cock, using her like a toy, a warm, heavy, unconscious doll.

PAH PAH!

”Nnngh~!! Mmmph~!!”