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

Chapter 614: Chapter 613- He Twisted Her

He released her tits.

”You can stand it, right?” he said.

The question was casual. Conversational. The tone of a man asking about the weather while committing a war crime on her cervix.

’No,’ her mind screamed. ’No, I cannot. My body is hurting. Stop. Please. I beg of you. Stop. Stop. STOP.’

She couldn’t say it.

The words were there. Formed. Complete. Sitting in her throat like stones. But her mouth — open, tongue out, drooling, screaming — could not assemble them into speech. The pain and the pleasure and the fear and the blood had stolen her capacity for language.

He fucked harder.

PAH PAH PAH PHACK PAH!!

”AAAAAHHH~!!♡ IT HURTS~!!♡ IT HURTS~!!♡♡!!”

Her anal.

The tight, virgin, never-touched rim of her ass — visible below where his balls were slapping against her taint — twitched. Opened. The involuntary, muscular response of a body that was being so thoroughly violated in one hole that the other was beginning to respond in sympathy. The dark, almond-colored ring clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed, the rhythm matching his thrusts.

His tail found it.

The spade-shaped tip — the broad, flat, tapered end of his demonic appendage — descended. It pressed against the twitching, almond-colored ring of her anal and pushed.

PHACK!!

”AAAAAIIIIEEEE~~~!!!♡♡♡!!!”

The dual penetration was instantaneous — his cock in her womb, his tail in her anal. The tail matched the depth of his cock, plunging into her ass with the same, deep, thorough, claiming force. The two intrusions met inside her body — separated by the thin wall between her anal and her cunt, pressing against each other through her flesh.

The tail vibrated.

The low, constant, devastating hum — the resonance traveling through his tail, through the wall, into his cock, into her womb. The vibration made her cunt clench. The vibration made his cock throb. The feedback loop — cock vibrating tail, tail vibrating cock, both vibrating her — created a resonance that built on itself.

Her tongue came out.

Further than before. The full, grotesque, animal protrusion — her tongue hanging from her mouth, saliva running down her chin, her eyes rolled back, her face a mask of the particular, devastating expression that a woman makes when her body has been stimulated past its capacity to produce any response other than total, undignified, animal submission.

”AAAAAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!” she screamed.

The expression on her face — the rolled eyes, the hanging tongue, the open mouth, the tears, the drool, the particular, vacant, fucked-stupid quality of a woman whose mind had left the building — was the expression that pornographers spent careers trying to capture and that Viktor produced with the casual efficiency of a man who had done this a hundred times.

”Now it’s good,” he said.

His voice was warm, satisfied, the voice of a man who had found the right frequency.

”A delicious pussy.”

Her cunt milked him.

The walls — virgin, torn, blood-slicked, swollen — clenched around his shaft with the desperate, involuntary, rhythmic contraction of a body that was trying to expel him and was failing. Each contraction squeezed his cock, the pressure massaging the head, the shaft, the base, the particular, milking, undulating sensation of a cunt that had been activated and was now performing its biological function.

He kept fucking.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!

”AAAAAHHH~!!♡♡!! NGH~!! HAAIYAANGH~!!”

He slammed.

One thrust. Deep. The full, root-to-tip-to-root, cervix-breaking, womb-filling, balls-deep thrust of a man who had reached the end of his patience and was now finishing.

He came.

The thick, hot, flooding, royal, half-demon seed poured into her womb — the pulses pumping deep, the warmth spreading, the volume filling her. Her eyes went wide. Wider than the pain had made them. The particular, blank, empty, overwhelmed wideness of a woman whose body was receiving something it had never received and was processing the event.

The system window flashed.

Only Viktor could see it.

[IMPREGNATION SUCCESSFUL]

[TARGET: BERENGA KTORIAN — CARRYING SEED]

[BLOODLINE INTEGRATION: MODERATE PROBABILITY]

He pulled out.

Slowly. The wet, body-clinging, blood-slicked withdrawal — her walls trying to hold him, failing, releasing with the wet, sucking, reluctant sound of a cunt that had been filled and was now being emptied.

Then he pushed back in.

PAH!

”AAAAHHH~!!♡!!”

He fucked the seed deeper.

His cock — still hard, still thick, still twelve inches of royal, demonic flesh — drove into her cum-filled womb and pushed. The seed that had pooled at the bottom of her womb was forced deeper, distributed, pressed against her walls, the thick, white fluid coating every surface of her inner chamber.

He pulled out.

Slowly.

The wet, heavy, dripping withdrawal — his cock emerging slick with blood and cum and her juice, the three fluids mixing on his shaft in a pink, white, and clear cocktail that caught the moonlight.

He looked at her.

She lay on the moss. Like a frog. Her thick legs spread wide, her knees bent, her feet flat on the ground, her thighs splayed open. Her massive tits — both of them — were covered in teeth marks. The dark, stiff nipples were raw, bitten, the areolas red and swollen from his mouth. Her hands lay at her sides, limp, the fingers twitching.

Her eyes were rolled back.

The white showing, the pupils invisible, the gaze of a woman whose brain had been fucked offline. Her mouth was open, her tongue out, saliva running from the corner of her lips in a thin, continuous stream.

Her body twitched.

Violently. The full-body, electric, post-orgasmic, post-traumatic, post-everything twitching of a woman whose nervous system had been overloaded and was now firing random signals to random muscles. Her thick thighs shook. Her toes curled. Her heavy tits trembled, the bitten nipples quivering.

Her pussy leaked.

The thick, white, royal seed pouring from her cunt — running over her torn hymen, over her swollen lips, through her matted white hair, pooling on the moss beneath her ass. The blood had slowed — the torn flesh beginning to clot, the bleeding tapering — but the cum continued, the thick, slow, continuous outflow of a womb that had been filled beyond capacity.

He looked at her hairy pussy.

At the white hair. At the swollen, dark, blood-streaked lips. At the way her cunt was already sealing — the torn flesh knitting, the walls contracting, the entrance closing. Her body was healing. The bull-kin bloodline, the particular, regenerative, resilient physiology of a woman bred for combat, was already repairing the damage he had done.

He smiled.

The devil’s smile.

He slapped her pussy.

PAH!

”AAAAHHH~!!” she screamed.

The flat-palm strike against her torn, swollen, cum-leaking cunt — the impact landing directly on her clit, the pain explosive, the already-overstimulated nerve endings firing with the particular, devastating, white-hot agony of a body part that had been worked past its limit and was now being struck.

Saliva flew from her tongue.

The spray of drool catching the moonlight, her body convulsing, her back arching off the moss.

”It still needs more fuck to loosen,” Viktor said.

His voice was calm. Observational. The voice of a man assessing the tightness of a cunt the way a craftsman assessed the fit of a joint.

”I can’t believe you’d give birth with a pussy this tight,” he continued. ”Might hurt.”

The clinical, absurd, entirely inappropriate observation of a man discussing the obstetric implications of a cunt he had just torn open.

He twisted her.