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

Chapter 648: Chapter 647- Finally Looking Back in Past

And that realization — the understanding that she was being used, that her body was a tool for his pleasure, that the pain in her ass was making his cock feel good — sent a tremor through her that was not entirely pain.

She offered her ass.

Not with words. With her body. She arched her back. Pushed her hips higher. Spread her thick thighs wider. Gave him the angle. Gave him the depth. Gave him access.

”Fuck me more,” she whispered. The words came out broken. Shamed. A princess begging for anal. ”Just — fuck me more—”

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡!! HAAAH~!!♡!! AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

He took turns.

Evriana’s ass. Then Lucia’s ass. Back to Evriana. Then Lucia. Each switch brought a new scream, a new hole, a new angle. Each woman’s body reacted differently — Evriana’s Catorian-built frame took him deeper, her thick ass cushioning each thrust. Lucia’s lean demon-kin body was tighter, her anal canal narrower, the friction more intense.

Both cried. Both begged. Both received the same answer — his cock, driving deeper, grinding harder, taking what it wanted.

He came.

Inside Evriana first. The thick load flooded her anal canal — hot, heavy, filling spaces she didn’t know she had. Her body seized. Her cunt sprayed. Her tits leaked milk in thin, pressurized streams that hit the stone floor.

Then inside Lucia. He switched, pushed in, and came — the second load filling the demon woman’s ass. She screamed. Her long-nippled tits pressed flat. Her fingers clawed stone. Her body convulsed as the hot seed flooded her.

Both women collapsed.

Side by side. Face-down. Their asses raised, still leaking cum — white, thick, flowing from their stretched, gaping anal entrances. The cum ran over their cunts, over their taints, pooling on the stone in a thick, obscene mess.

Viktor lay back.

Against the cave wall. His cock — finally, finally softening — hung between his thighs. The shaft was slick. The balls hung low, emptied. His incubus tail curled behind him, resting.

He pulled them.

Both women. One under each arm. Evriana on his right. Lucia on his left. He drew them against his body — their heads on his chest, their tits pressed against his ribs, their legs tangled with his. They were limp. Destroyed. Used. Their bodies trembled with aftershocks — the residual incubus energy still pulsing through their nerves, making their cunts clench on nothing, their nipples leak, their skin twitch.

They cried.

Silently. The tears fell on his chest. Evriana’s tears on his right side. Lucia’s on his left. The salt of their grief mixing with the salt of his sweat. Their hands — trembling, weak — found his body. Clutched. Held on. The grip of drowning women.

He kissed them.

Evriana first. His lips on her forehead. Then her nose. Then her mouth — gentle, warm, the kiss of a man who had just destroyed her and was now cradling the wreckage. She kissed back. Weakly. Her cracked lips moving against his.

”Victor,” she whispered.

Not ’Viktor.’ The softening. The intimacy. The reduction of a name to something tender.

Lucia was next. His lips found her temple. Her cheek. Her mouth. She tasted her own tears. She tasted him. She kissed back — harder, needier, the desperation of a woman who had nothing left and was clinging to the thing that had taken everything.

”Master,” she whispered.

The word was not commanded. Not this time. It came from somewhere inside her — from the place where her identity had been, the place that was now empty, the place that needed filling. He had taken her name. Her virginity. Her ass. Her boyfriend’s sanity. Her mind. And in the space where all of that had been, there was only one word.

Master.

”Victor,” Evriana breathed.

”Master,” Lucia breathed.

Both names. Same man. Both women. Same chest. Their eyes closed. Their bodies stilled. The trembling faded — replaced by the deep, heavy breathing of women whose bodies had been pushed past every limit and were now shutting down. Sleep was coming. Not gentle sleep — the unconscious collapse of systems that had been overloaded and needed to reset.

They fell asleep.

In his arms. Their faces against his skin. Their tears drying. Their cunts and asses leaking cum. Their tits pressed against him, the milk slowing, the nipples softening. Their breathing synchronized — two women, two rhythms, merging into one.

Viktor held them.

His hands rested on their bodies — one on Evriana’s thick ass, one on Lucia’s hip. Possessive. Still. The posture of a man who had claimed everything and was now resting with his prizes.

He looked down at them. Lucia’s body was marked — teeth impressions on her nipples, bruises on her hips, handprints on her ass, bite marks on her neck and shoulders. Evriana was similarly decorated — the pale Catorian skin showing every mark, every slap, every grip in vivid red and purple.

Both were his.

His hands found their tits. Left hand on Evriana’s heavy, dark-nippled breast. Right hand on Lucia’s long-nippled, bitten tit. He squeezed. Gently. Proprietarily. The flesh deformed under his fingers. Milk leaked — thin, sweet — over his knuckles.

He smirked.

His eyes lifted. Not toward the women. Not toward the cave entrance. Toward the air. Toward the invisible, the system — the framework that existed behind reality, visible only to him.

”System,” he said. His voice was quiet. Almost lazy.

The window popped.

A translucent blue panel materialized in the air before him. Text scrolled. Numbers. Data. The compilation of everything he had absorbed, everything he had gained, everything he had taken from the women currently sleeping in his arms.

[ SYSTEM ]

User: Viktor

Race: Incubus (Hybrid)

Recent Acquired Abilities:

100X REBATE — ACTIVE

Source 1: Evriana (Catorian / Bull-kin)

- Base power absorbed: Ktorian physical enhancement, Object Teleportation Replacement, Elite Swordsmanship, etc....

- ×100 MULTIPLIED

- Result: Physical strength enhanced to sovereign-class. Teleportaion: Can Teleport anything just by thought without needing it to be in eyesight area. Frame density: increased 100-fold. Swordsmanship: Sword God Achieved etc....

Source 2: Lucia (Demon-kin)

- Base power absorbed: Demon-kin bloodline authority, vocal control over demon-class entities... etc....

- ×100 MULTIPLIED

- Result: Vocal control elevated to absolute (overrides heavenly demon rank). Bloodline authority: superior-class. Demon hierarchy: user is recognized as above heavenly demon tier etc....

[ BREEDING STATUS ]

- Evriana — IMPREGNATED. Seed confirmed. Gestation: accelerated. Current status: 3 months accelerated.

- Lucia — IMPREGNATED. Seed confirmed. Gestation: accelerated. Current status: 3 months accelerated.

Viktor read the window. His eyes moved slowly. Taking in the numbers. The multipliers. The redacted total that exceeded display parameters.

He looked at his hands. Both currently groping the tits of sleeping women. Both women impregnated. Both carrying his children. Both three months into an accelerated gestation that would deliver in one month.

He sighed.

”What a hassle,” he muttered. ”It’s just a month left before I’d have my first child.”

The words hung in the cave. The rain outside continued. The two women breathed against his chest. His children grew in their wombs.

His mind drifted.

Not to the cave. Not to the women in his arms. Not to the demon man still hanging in the vines — unconscious now, his body slumped, his chin still bloody, his breathing shallow.

To Millbrook.

The village where he had left his pregnant wife seven times.

’I might be busy,’ he thought. ’But how are you, my ladies?’