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

Chapter 654: Chapter 653 - Mommies Taking a Cock...

Mira moaned, licking her lips. She looked at his balls — heavy, swinging, still full despite the load she had just swallowed. She bent down. Her tongue found them. She licked. Long, slow strokes over each testicle, tasting the salt, the musk, the skin.

’Slurp. Lick. Mmm—’

Viktor pulled from Helena’s tit. His mouth released her nipple with a wet ’pop.’ Milk ran down his chin. He looked down at Mira — her face between his legs, her tongue on his balls, her big belly pressing against the bed.

”Come on,” he said. ”Show me your belly. Let me see how the child is.”

Mira pulled back. She climbed off the bed. Stood. Her hands found the hem of her dress — the loose, maternity garment that was bunched around her waist. She pulled it up. Over her belly. Over her tits. Over her head. Off.

She stood naked.

Her body was thick. The pregnancy had amplified everything — her tits swollen, heavy, the dark nipples leaking milk. Her belly round, taut, the skin stretched smooth, the navel popped outward. Her hips wide, her ass thick, her thighs heavy. And between her legs — her shaved pussy. Clean. Puffy. The lips swollen with pregnancy, the pink flesh glistening. Her clit was visible — engorged, peeking from its hood.

She gasped. Holding her belly. Her green eyes found his.

Viktor smiled. The warmth was genuine. Not the amused, predatory warmth of an incubus. The real warmth of a man seeing his child growing inside a woman he cared about.

”I want to feel the baby,” he said. ”How is it? Is it healthy?”

Mira trembled. The question — the domestic, fatherly, ’how-is-my-child’ question — hit her harder than any dirty talk could have. Her perverted mask cracked. Her eyes wet.

”He kicks,” she whispered. ”All the time. Especially at night. Especially when—”

”When I talk to you through the link,” Viktor finished.

”Yes.” She wiped her eyes. ”Especially then.”

He held out his hand. ”Come here.”

Mira climbed back onto the bed. She straddled him — her thick thighs on either side of his hips, her belly resting against his stomach, her shaved pussy pressing against his cock. The heat was immediate. Her swollen lips parted around the shaft, the wet flesh kissing his length.

”Slow down,” he said. His hands found her hips. Then moved — up, over her waist, settling on her belly. Both palms flat against the taut skin. He pressed. Felt. The child moved beneath his hands — a kick, a shift, a life responding to its father’s touch.

He guided her. His hands on her hips, lifting her. Helena moved behind Mira — her hands finding Mira’s waist, steadying her, the nanny helping the mother position herself.

Mira aligned his cock. The head pressed against her entrance. The thick, swollen, milk-slicked head nestled between her shaved, puffy lips. She was wet. Dripping. The month of absence, the fear, the arousal — all of it had pooled in her cunt.

She sat.

One inch. Two. Three. Four.

”Ah~♡” Mira’s moan was high. Thin. Her walls stretched — not as tight as before, the pregnancy having loosened her somewhat, but still snug. The girth was the issue. His enhanced cock was wider than she remembered. Her lips pulled taut around him.

Five inches. Six.

She gasped. Lifted herself. Her thighs trembled — the weight of her belly making the position difficult. Helena’s hands steadied her, the nanny’s grip firm on her hips.

She lowered. Six inches. Seven.

”Ahh~♡ It’s — it’s big—”

Eight inches. She could feel him now. Feel the head pressing against her cervix — the barrier between her vaginal canal and her womb. The pressure was intense. Her walls clenched. Her belly tightened — the child shifting in response to the pressure.

”Slowly,” Viktor said. His hands rubbed her belly. Soothing. The gesture of a man who was both fucking his wife and checking on his child.

She started to move. Up and down. Slow. The rhythm of a woman relearning a cock she hadn’t felt in a month. Her walls gripped him — the friction intense, the wetness abundant, the sound of their joining filling the chamber.

’Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.’

Her hands found her own tits. She squeezed — the milk spraying from her dark nipples in thin, white arcs. The fluid hit Viktor’s chest. Warm. Sweet-smelling. She massaged her tits, kneading the heavy flesh, the milk flowing freely.

”Ahh~♡ Ahhh~♡ Mmm—♡”

Helena watched. Her hands on Mira’s hips, steadying her, helping her move. Her brown eyes tracked the motion — the thick cock disappearing into Mira’s shaved cunt, the lips stretching around the girth, the pink flesh pulling out slightly on each upstroke. The pinkish, wet flesh clinging to his shaft, then being pushed back in on each downstroke.

Viktor looked at Mira. At her teary eyes. At her bitten lip. At her big belly. At her leaking tits.

”Can I go rough with you?” he asked.

Mira’s whole body trembled. Her movement stopped. She looked down at him — her green eyes wide, wet, scared.

”But — baby,” she whispered. Her hand found her belly. Protective.

”Don’t you want it to come out?” Viktor asked.

Mira’s lip trembled. Her eyes searched his. Looking for the catch. Looking for the mercy.

”Yes,” she said. ”But — it will hurt. Right?”

Viktor looked at her. Didn’t look away.

”Yeah.”

Helena’s hands trembled on Mira’s hips. The nanny’s maternal instinct was screaming — ’protect the baby, protect the mother, stop this.’ But she also knew. She knew what Viktor was planning. She knew what would happen when the baby came. She knew the power transfer.

She looked at Mira. At the teary-eyed, pregnant, perverted MILF sitting on her husband’s cock.

”You can go with my husband,” Helena said softly. Her voice was steady. Her hands left Mira’s hips.

Viktor’s eyes didn’t leave Mira.

”Nah,” he said. ”I want to fuck Mira.”

Mira trembled. Her hands left her tits — the milk still leaking — and moved to her face. She lifted her own heavy, sagging tits. Both of them. Pressing them together, she buried her face between them. Muffling her own voice. Her teary eyes looked at Viktor over the mound of tit flesh.

”Please do it, husband,” she whispered.

Helena moved. Slightly away. Her hands left Mira entirely. She sat beside them — close enough to help, far enough to give them space. Her own belly was round. Her own time was coming.

Viktor grabbed Mira’s hips.

And slammed her down.

PAAAH!!

”AAAAAIIIIEEEEEE~~~!!!♡♡♡!!!”

The full-length thrust drove his cock through her cervix. The barrier — the tight, muscular ring that protected her womb — was hit with the force of a battering ram. Mira’s entire body seized. Her back arched. Her belly thrust forward. Her eyes went wide — wider than they had ever been, the green irises nearly swallowed by white.

”I SAID IT HURTS~!!♡♡♡!!!”

Viktor threw her.

His hands lifted her off his cock — the brief moment of emptiness making her pussy clench and spasm — and flipped her. Onto her back. On the bed. Her legs spread. Her pregnant belly jutting upward. Her shaved, swollen, red-flushed pussy open and dripping.

He slammed.

PAAAH!!

”AAAAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

Ten inches in. His cockhead pushed through her cervix — the tight ring stretching, resisting, the muscle fighting to stay closed. His cock was a wedge, forcing it open. The pain was blinding. Mira’s hands flew to the sheets. Her fingers clawed. Her toes curled.

”It hurts~!!♡♡!! IT HURTS~!!♡♡♡!! PLEASE — SLOW DOWN — AAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

He didn’t slow down.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK!!

”AAAAHH~!!♡♡!! NO — NO — TOO DEEP — THE BABY — AAHHH~!!♡♡♡!!”