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

Chapter 645: Chapter 644 - Taking Little Hollow of Demoness Crying Lady

But her tongue was already out.

She felt it — her own tongue, extending past her lips, reaching toward his cock. Her body was following the command. Not the ’harden it’ — that required stimulation, and her body knew how to provide it. Her tongue touched the base of his shaft.

She licked.

One long, slow, upward stroke. From the base to the ridge. Her tongue traced the thick vein that ran along the underside. She tasted it — cum, blood, Evriana’s arousal, the demon woman’s arousal, the salt and copper and musk of hours of fucking.

Her eyes rolled.

Not from pleasure. From the sensation — the overwhelming, involuntary, ’my-tongue-is-touching-a-cock-and-I-cannot-stop-it’ sensation. She was confused. Shocked. Invisibly angry. But her body was not hers. Her tongue kept moving.

”I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS HUMILIATION,” she snarled. Her mouth was on his cock — the words muffled, spoken around the girth that her jaw was opening to accept. Her mouth widened. Her lips stretched. The thick head pushed past her teeth, over her tongue, into her throat.

She glared up at him. Crimson eyes. Slit pupils. The hatred burning in them was genuine. Real. The fury of a heavenly demon reduced to licking a cock.

Viktor smiled down at her. That infuriating, casual, ’I-am-enjoying-this’ smile.

His tail moved.

The incubus appendage slid forward. Found her neck. Wrapped around it — not squeezing, but guiding. Holding. Controlling the pace. Moving her head up and down on his cock, setting the rhythm, the depth, the speed.

She realized.

”You BASTARD—”

The words were garbled. Spoken around his shaft. Her mouth was being moved. Her head was being bobbed. Her throat was being fucked — not by his hips, but by his tail. Using her own body against her.

His cock hardened. The warmth, the wetness, the suction — her mouth was doing its work despite her fury. The blood returned. The shaft thickened. The veins engorged. Within moments, he was fully erect — the thick, long, devastating cock that had destroyed two women standing firm in her mouth.

She felt it grow. Felt the girth expand against her tongue. Felt the head push deeper into her throat. Her gag reflex triggered — she choked, her eyes watering, her hands flying to his thighs.

His tail held her in place. Three seconds. Five. Then released. She pulled back, gasping, drool and pre-cum hanging from her lips in thick strings.

She glared at him. Her chest heaved. Her tits strained against the fabric. Her neck was collared. Her mouth was wet. And his cock — now fully hard, now fully ready — stood before her, a monument to everything she hated.

And then she unsummoned.

Her body disintegrated. From the feet up — ash-grey particles scattering like smoke, the demonic form unraveling at the seams. Her voice echoed as she faded:

”REMEMBER THIS, BITCH! I WILL RETURN ONE DAY AND KILL YOU — NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE — BASTARD!!!”

The particles scattered. Swirled. Vanished. The portal behind her closed with a sound like a thunderclap.

The cave was quiet.

Viktor looked at the space where she had been. His smile lingered.

”My, my,” he said. ”Wasn’t she hot?”

He looked at his cock. Still hard. Still wet with her drool. Still ready.

His gaze moved. To the demon woman. Still on the ground. Still crawling toward Demon. Her body was shaking — not from the incubus energy anymore, but from grief. From loss. From the knowledge that her boyfriend had sacrificed himself — had paid the blood price — to summon someone who couldn’t help.

To Evriana. Trying to lift herself. Her thick arms shaking. Her heavy tits hanging. Her eyes — clearer now, the incubus energy fading — finding his.

”Can you wait for a moment?” he said. His voice was gentle. Almost tender. ”That little girl needs some help.”

He moved toward the demon woman.

She didn’t fight him. She didn’t have the strength. Her body was limp — fucked out, energy drained, the incubus healing having worn off enough that the exhaustion of hours of sex was catching up. She was on her stomach, her arms reaching toward Demon’s limp form in the vines.

He positioned himself behind her. His hands found her hips. Lifted them. Her ass rose — the blue skin, the round, firm cheeks spreading as he positioned his cock against her anal entrance. The tight, never-touched hole.

”It’s fine,” he said.

He kissed her teary eyes. His lips found the wet, salty skin beneath her lashes. His mouth was warm. Gentle. The contradiction — the cock pressing against her ass, the lips kissing her tears — made her body shudder.

”Your body likes my cock,” he whispered.

The words landed in her blood. The demoness bloodline — the residual connection to her demon heritage, to the incubus energy still lingering in her system — reacted. Her whole body trembled. Her pussy clenched. Her nipples stiffened. Against her will. Against everything she wanted.

He took both her hands. Pulled them behind her head. Pinned them there with one of his — his grip iron, his fingers laced through hers, holding her arms in place. Her back arched. Her tits lifted. Her ass pushed against his cock.

He pushed.

One inch.

Her breath caught. Her anal ring — tight, virgin, never-penetrated — stretched around his cockhead. The pressure was immediate. Alien. Wrong. Her body tensed. Every muscle in her core locked.

Two inches.

”AAAAHH~!!♡!!”

The cry was high. Thin. Not a scream — a whimper. Her voice cracked. Her eyes squeezed shut. The pain was different from her cunt — deeper, more internal, more ’wrong’. Her ass was not designed for this. Her body was not built for this.

”It hurts,” she whispered. Tears fell. ”Please stop. You have already killed him.”

Viktor’s lips found her ear. His breath was warm. His voice was low.

”You will forget about him.”

The words were simple. Spoken without cruelty. Without malice. With the casual, absolute certainty of a man stating a fact.

”From now on — I am everything you have.”

He slammed.

PAAAH!!

”AAAAAIIIIEEEE~~~!!!♡♡♡!!!”

The full-length thrust buried his cock in her ass. Her sphincter — the tight, virgin ring — was forced open. The walls of her anal canal, never touched, never stretched, were pulled apart by his girth. The friction was immense — no natural lubrication, no preparation, just raw force against unyielding tissue.

Her ass spread. Her cheeks flattened against his hips. His balls pressed against her cunt — the wet, cum-leaking, swollen lips providing the only moisture in the encounter. Her body arched. Her pinned arms twisted. Her legs kicked.

”IT HURTS — AAAHH~!!♡♡!! WHY — WHY — IT HURTS — HAAANGH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

Her tongue lolled out. Her eyes crossed. The pain was so extreme that her body’s response was to shut down — to go limp, to let the cock use her, to stop fighting and just endure.

But her body was reacting.

The demoness bloodline. The incubus energy still in her nerves. The seed still in her cunt. Her body was responding to the anal intrusion by producing arousal — the demon-kin biology adapting, rewiring, converting pain signals into pleasure signals. Her pussy was clenching. Her nipples were leaking milk. Her cunt was producing fluid.

”My body is reacting,” she sobbed. The realization was worse than the pain. ”Why — why is it — AAAHH~!!♡♡!!”

He fucked her.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡!! IT HURTS — IT HURTS — BUT — BUT — HAAAH~!!♡♡♡!!!”