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

Chapter 699: Chapter 698- A Lovely Reunion

Elara’s scream was different. Higher. The succubus vocal range, designed for seduction and pleasure, produced sounds that transcended human hearing. The orgasm was immediate. Explosive. Her body, curvaceous and supernatural, convulsed.

Viktor continued through them. One by one. Bella. Kaida. Vivian. Each fucked. Each filled. Each left in the ’fucked-stupid’ state that he specialized in.

Then he reached Mira and Helena.

The two who had given birth. The two whose bodies were ready for more.

He positioned them. On their backs. Side by side. Their legs spread. Their pussies, the post-birth, recovered, enhanced cunts, presented. The entrances were open. Wet. Ready.

He started with Mira.

His cock, twelve inches now, the full size, the setting he reserved for her, pushed against her entrance. The pussy that had birthed a child hours ago was tight. The 100x Celestial Chef’s healing had restored the tissue. The walls gripped. The friction was intense.

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

”AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡♡!!”

He fucked her with intent. Not the recreational, ’let-us-all-enjoy’ fucking of the others. This was purposeful. The angle, the depth, the rhythm, was designed for one thing. Conception. His cock pressed against her cervix with each thrust. Not breaking it. Pressing. The ’I-am-trying-to-put-another-child-in-you’ pressure.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

”AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! YES—!!♡♡♡!! DEEPER—!!♡♡♡!! PUT ANOTHER—!!♡♡♡!! BABY—!!♡♡♡!! IN ME—!!♡♡♡!!”

He came. The load, thick and heavy, flooded her canal. The cum, the incubus-enhanced seed, pressed against her cervix. The tissue, still softened from the earlier birth, yielded. The fluid, carrying everything his body could produce, entered her womb.

[Impregnation successful. Mira Catorian — pregnant.]

The system notification pulsed in his vision. He didn’t stop. He pulled out. The cum, overflowing, ran from her pussy in thick streams. He moved to Helena.

The Demon Sovereign. The nanny. The violet-and-gold-eyed woman who carried more power than any being in the kingdom. Her pussy, the post-birth, healed, enhanced cunt, was waiting. Dripping with anticipation.

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

”AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! YOUNG—!!♡♡!! MASTER—!!♡♡♡!!”

He fucked her. The same intent. The same purpose. The same ’I-am-going-to-put-another-child-in-you’ rhythm. His cock, twelve inches, drove against her cervix. The tissue yielded. The cum, the seed, pressed against her womb.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

”AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! GIVE ME—!!♡♡♡!! ANOTHER—!!♡♡♡!! CHILD—!!♡♡♡!!”

He came. The load flooded her. The seed entered her womb. The system notification pulsed.

[Impregnation successful. Helena Catorian — pregnant.]

He pulled out. The cum, the overflow, ran from her pussy. Mixed with Mira’s on the sheets. The two women, lying side by side, their pussies leaking, their bodies trembling, their eyes rolled, were done.

But the night was not.

The marathon continued.

Hours. The clock in the corner of the room, the mechanical device that Viktor had installed, showed the time. 10 PM. 11 PM. Midnight. 1 AM. 2 AM. 3 AM.

The positions changed. The combinations shifted. Bella on top, riding, while Kaida sat on his face. Vivian bent over the bed frame while Elara sucked his balls. Mira in a mating press, her legs over his shoulders, his cock buried to the hilt, while Helena rode his tail.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

The sounds were constant. The flesh-slapping, the moaning, the screaming, the wet squelching of cocks in cunts and tails in pussies and mouths on balls. The room was a symphony of sex. The bed, reinforced with iron, creaked but held. The sheets were ruined. Soaked with cum and squirt and milk and sweat.

”AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!!”

”HAAAH—!!♡♡♡!!”

”MMMM—!!♡!!”

”NIEENGH—!!♡♡♡!!”

”AAAANGH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!!”

The moans overlapped. Mixed. Six voices, each distinct, each carrying the particular, unique sound of a woman being destroyed by pleasure. Bella’s soprano. Kaida’s alto. Vivian’s contralto. Elara’s supernatural range. Mira’s commanding. Helena’s maternal.

Viktor was a machine. The 100x stamina, the incubus regeneration, the milk-enhanced recovery, the system-assisted replenishment, kept him going. Load after load. Woman after woman. Orgasm after orgasm. His cock, which should have been raw and bleeding after the sixth round, was still hard. Still ready. Still driving.

At 4 AM, he had fucked each woman at least four times. The bed was a swamp. The floor was wet. The air was thick with the scent of sex and pheromones and the particular, musky aroma of a room where six women had been cumming for hours.

At 5 AM, the last round began.

Mira and Helena. The two he had impregnated. The two whose bodies, despite the new pregnancies, were still ready. Still wanting. Still needing.

He positioned them. Mating presses. Both of them. Side by side. Their legs over his shoulders. Their pussies, swollen and leaking, presented. The angle was deep. The penetration would be complete.

He started with Mira. Twelve inches. Full depth. The cockhead against her cervix. The newly-impregnated womb, the seed already planted, was there. He fucked her through it. The thrusts drove against the cervix, pushing the seed deeper, ensuring the conception.

PAAAH—!! PAAAH—!! PAAAH—!!

”AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! DEEPER—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! I WANT—!!♡♡♡!! ALL OF YOU—!!♡♡♡♡♡!!”

He came. The load, the final, thickest load of the night, flooded her. The cum, hot and heavy, filled her canal. The overflow leaked. The walls, clenching, absorbed. The seed, meeting the already-planted egg, reinforced.

He moved to Helena. Same position. Same angle. Same depth. Twelve inches. Full. The cockhead against her cervix. The thrusts, driving, claiming, ensuring.

PAAAH—!! PAAAH—!! PAAAH—!!

”AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! YOUNG MASTER—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! GIVE ME—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! EVERYTHING—!!♡♡♡♡♡!!”

He came. The load, the last, the heaviest, filled her. The cum, the final ropes of the night, entered her womb. The seed, meeting the planted egg, reinforced.

The room was filled with the sounds. The PAH PAH PAAH of flesh meeting flesh. The moans of six women, each in a different state of pleasure and exhaustion. The wet, sloppy sounds of cum-filled pussies and milk-spraying tits.

”AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!!”

”HAAAH—!!♡♡♡!!”

”MORE—!!♡♡!! MORE—!!♡♡!! FUCK US MORE—!!♡♡!!”

The begging. The pleading. Six women, fucked for hours, still wanting more. The insatiable, ’we-cannot-get-enough’ hunger that his incubus pheromones had cultivated in all of them.

He gave more.

One more round. Each of them. One more load. One more orgasm. One more PAH PAH PAAH that made the bed shake and the walls rattle and the babies in their small beds sleep through it all because they were their father’s sons and nothing disturbed them.

Morning came.

The sun, the golden light of dawn, filtered through the window. The candles had burned out. The room was lit by natural light. The aftermath of the night was visible. The soaked bed. The scattered pillows. The wet floor. The six women, tangled together, asleep. Their bodies, naked and spent, were arranged in a pile. Arms over legs. Heads on stomachs. Hair everywhere.

Viktor stood.

He was dressed. Simple clothes. A shirt. Pants. Boots. His sword at his hip. His tail, hidden beneath his coat. His cock, finally soft, rested.

Mira was awake.

She was on his cock. Held in his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body, lifted by his arms, bounced. Up and down. The motion was not the brutal, machine-gun pace of last night. It was slow. Steady. The morning-after, ’one-more-before-you-go’ rhythm.

Her tongue was out. Her green eyes were rolled. The drool ran down her chin. The moans were continuous. Soft. The ’I-have-been-fucked-all-night-and-I-still-want-more’ moans of a woman who had lost count of her orgasms twelve hours ago.

”Ah—♡ ah—♡ ah—♡ Darling~”