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

Chapter 637: Chapter 636 - The Preparation for Her First Time

The thick, hard, twelve-inch length of it finding the channel between their pressed cleavages — the warm, soft, enveloping valley created by four breasts mashing together. His hips moved. Forward. The cock slid through the channel, the head emerging from the top of their pressed tits, the shaft gliding between the warm, dense flesh.

PAH. PAH.

The soft, wet, flesh-on-flesh sound of his hips against their pressed bodies — not the sharp, hard, fleshy slap of a proper fuck, but the particular, muffled, soft, ’I-am-fucking-your-tits’ sound of a man who was enjoying a different kind of pleasure.

Both women served.

Their bodies moved — up, down, the particular, coordinated, massage motion of two women who were pressing their tits together and rubbing them along a shaft. Evriana’s hands found the demon woman’s shoulders, pulling her closer, increasing the pressure, the particular, competitive, ’I-will-make-him-feel-good’ effort of a woman who was determined to be the best.

She licked.

Her tongue found the head of his cock — each time it emerged from the cleavage channel, her tongue was there, lapping, swirling, the flat, wet, hot contact of a mouth on a cock head. She licked the way she had learned — from watching, from studying, from the particular, devoted, ’I-will-learn-everything’ attention of a woman who had spent her life mastering skills and was now applying that discipline to cock.

’Recalling how those women had served him.’

Dara. The commoner cook. The way she had knelt in the pond, her mouth on his cock, her tongue on his balls. The way she had worshipped. Evriana had watched. Had studied. Had filed the information in the particular, ’I-will-use-this-later’ mental archive that a princess maintained for skills she expected to need.

She was using it now.

Her tongue found his shaft. The underside, the vein, the particular, sensitive, ’this-is-where-he-likes-it’ line that ran from base to head. She licked it. Long, slow, devoted, the particular, ’I-am-worshipping-your-cock’ motion of a woman who had found her purpose.

Viktor chuckled.

”You are the best,” he said.

The words hit Evriana like a drug. The particular, praising, ’good-girl’ compliment that landed in her chest and traveled downward, through her stomach, into her pussy, into the wet, aching, desperate cunt that was producing fluid at a rate she could not control.

She licked harder.

More eagerly. The particular, ’he-said-I-am-the-best’ acceleration of a woman who had been praised and wanted more praise. Her mouth found his head — wrapping around it, sucking, the wet, hot, sealing contact of a mouth on a cock. She sucked while the demon woman’s tits pressed against her own, while the shaft slid between them, while the two women serviced him with their combined cleavage and her mouth.

The demon woman trembled.

She looked at her boyfriend. The demon man was still tied in the vines — his face red, his eyes streaming, the particular, helpless, ’I-am-watching-my-girlfriend-suck-another-man’s-cock’ expression that was destroying him from the inside.

She leaned toward the cock.

The particular, resigned, ’I-just-need-to-do-this-and-they-would-leave-us-alive’ decision of a woman who had calculated her options and found that compliance was the only survival strategy available. Her tongue found the shaft — the opposite side from Evriana, the two tongues meeting on opposite sides of his cock, the particular, symmetrical, two-women-one-cock arrangement that was designed for maximum stimulation.

Both women sucked.

Both tongues on his shaft. Both mouths on his cock. The wet, sloppy, vulgar, beautiful, two-mouths-one-cock worship that Viktor received with the particular, calm, patient, ’this-is-my-life’ expression of a man who was accustomed to being serviced by multiple women simultaneously.

Evriana’s hand found his balls.

The heavy, egg-sized, seed-filled sac that hung beneath his cock. Her fingers — the soft, noble, princess fingers that had never touched a man’s balls before this week — wrapped around the flesh. She massaged. The particular, gentle, rolling, ’I-am-learning-your-body’ motion of a woman who was exploring and memorizing.

She looked at his face.

At his expression. At the smile — the particular, satisfied, ’I-am-enjoying-this’ curve of his mouth that appeared when she massaged his balls and licked his cock simultaneously.

She became more eager.

The particular, ’I-made-him-smile’ acceleration of a woman who had found the thing that pleased him and was pursuing it with the particular, obsessive, noble-born intensity that she applied to everything. Her tongue moved faster. Her hand massaged harder. Her tits pressed tighter against the demon woman’s.

His balls tightened.

The particular, visible, tactile sign that a man was approaching climax — the sac pulling upward, the flesh contracting, the particular, biological, ’something-is-about-to-happen’ tightening that Evriana felt through her fingers.

He came.

The thick, hot, flooding release — the first pulse hitting Evriana’s tongue, the second hitting her face, the third hitting the demon woman’s cheek. The cum — thick, white, copious, the particular, stallion-volume, impossible quantity that Viktor produced — sprayed across both women.

It overflowed.

From Evriana’s mouth — the cum she had tried to swallow but could not, the volume exceeding her capacity, the thick, white fluid running from her lips, down her chin, onto her tits. It hit the demon woman’s face — nose, cheek, lips, the particular, facial, ’I-just-got-cummed-on’ shower that marked the demon woman’s first experience with human semen.

Both women gasped.

The particular, simultaneous, overwhelmed, ’what-just-happened’ gasp of two women who had been hit in the face with a volume of cum that neither had expected. The cum dripped. From Evriana’s chin onto her tits. From the demon woman’s nose onto her lips. The thick, white, royal, half-demon seed covering both faces, both chests, both sets of breasts.

Viktor stood.

The motion was easy, unhurried, the particular, ’I-have-finished-and-am-ready-for-the-next-thing’ rise of a man who was always ready for the next thing. His cock — still half-hard, still wet, still dripping — stood between his legs.

He looked at Evriana.

”I want to fuck you, Aunt,” he said.

The words landed.

Evriana trembled.

’Finally,’ she thought.

The word was not spoken. It was not whispered. It existed only in her mind — the particular, desperate, twenty-years-of-waiting, ’finally’ that she had been carrying since the day Viktor turned eighteen and she had looked at him and had not seen a nephew.

She stood.

She bent over the rock.

The particular, smooth, cave-worn stone that sat at waist height — the rock she had been sitting on, the rock that had been her shelter from the rain. She bent over it. Her chest pressed against the cold surface, her heavy tits mashing against the stone, her thick ass presented.

She reached back.

Her hand — the hand that had been on his cock, the hand that was still wet with his cum — found her own pussy. Her fingers found the hem of her dress. She pulled it up. The fabric bunched at her waist, exposing her thick, pale thighs, her wide, mature hips, her hairy cunt.

She pulled.

Her fingers found her pussy lips. She spread them — the particular, displaying, ’look-at-what-I-am-offering-you’ gesture of a woman who was presenting herself. The hairy, swollen, dark-lipped cunt opened, the pink interior visible, the entrance wet, the particular, glistening, ’I-am-ready’ evidence of arousal that her body had been producing for hours.

Her pussy twitched.

The involuntary, muscular, ’I-need-something-inside-me’ contraction of a cunt that had never been penetrated and was about to be.

She tried to spread her ass.

Her hands found her own cheeks — the thick, heavy, mature flesh of her Ktorian-built ass — and pulled. But the flesh was too dense, too heavy, the particular, bull-kin mass that did not separate easily. Her hands slipped. Her ass closed.

She looked at the demon woman.

The cloaked figure was on the ground, her face covered in cum, her tits exposed, her expression the particular, ’I-am-not-okay’ blankness of a woman who had just been used as a cock-sleeve and was processing the experience.

”Come on,” Evriana said. ”Help me!”