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

Chapter 764: Chapter 763- How is my Little Cat?

More. Berserker. The inscription formed on her shoulders, wrapping around her arms in spiraling patterns. The lines were thick. Aggressive. The runes radiated heat — a faint red glow beneath the amethyst, as if the magic itself was angry.

More. Hellfire domain. The inscription formed on her lower back. The symbol was complex — a circle within a circle, with radiating lines that spread toward her hips. The skin beneath it grew warm. Then hot. Then it cooled, settling into a steady, ambient warmth that pulsed with her heartbeat.

More. Domain smash. The inscription formed on her thighs. Thick bands of runic text wrapping around the muscle, spiraling downward toward her knees. The lines tightened as they formed, as if the magic was compressing her flesh.

He fucked her while he worked. The rhythm was steady — not the brutal pace of before, but a measured, deliberate thrusting that matched the pace of his inscriptions. Each thrust accompanied a new line. Each line accompanied a thrust.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

”HA—♡!! AHH—♡!!”

The tattoos covered her body. Breasts. Belly. Pussy. Back. Arms. Thighs. The amethyst lines, interwoven and complex, turned her pale skin into a canvas of magical text. She looked like a woman who had been claimed — not just by a man, but by power itself.

”You look like a bitch,” he said. The words were crude, spoken while his cock was ten inches deep in her ass.

She cried. ”Indeed. A master’s bitch.”

Her eyes rolled. His cock, still inside her ass, shifted. He pulled out and repositioned — into her pussy. The sudden switch made her gasp. The walls, already sensitive, clamped down. His tail vibrated against her clit. The combination — cock in her pussy, tail on her clit, the residual burn of fresh tattoos covering her body — pushed her over the edge.

Her pussy sprayed. Fluid arced from her entrance, hitting the sheets, running down her thighs. She leaned forward, groping her own breasts, pulling her nipples, milk dripping from the tips as she came.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

”Yeah, you are,” he said. ”My bitch.”

He pulled her ears. The gesture — rough, possessive — made her cry out. She came again. The orgasm was violent — her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around his cock, her ass clenching around nothing.

He came. The load was thick, hot, erupting inside her ass. He had switched back without her noticing — the moment of climax, the shift from pussy to anal, done in a single fluid motion. She felt the heat flood her bowels and screamed.

”AAAAAHH—♡♡♡!!”

He pulled out. His cock emerged from her ass with a wet sound. Cum leaked from the gaping entrance, running down her thighs, mixing with the sweat and the milk and the juices that covered her body.

She lay there. Trembling. Her body, covered in tattoos, was a canvas. The amethyst glow, pulsing from each rune, was soft in the dim light of the room. The inscriptions covered every inch of her skin below the neck — defensive wards, attack runes, enhancement glyphs, berserker triggers, hellfire channels, domain anchors.

He looked at her. Counted. One. Two. Three.

The final inscription — the healing rune, embedded last — activated. The green glow, different from the amethyst, enveloped her body. The seed inside her ass was absorbed. Her body, which had been pushed to its limit, recovered. The stretched muscles tightened. The raw, swollen flesh healed. The trembling stopped.

She breathed. Deep. Her eyes, which had been glassy, focused. She looked at her hands. At the tattoos on her arms. At the runes covering her body.

”What happened to me?” she asked. Her voice was groggy. Confused.

He looked at her. ”Go help Mira.”

She blinked. Confused. She did not understand. But she nodded. Something in her head — some instinct, planted by the runes — told her where to go. What to do. She did not question it.

Clothes appeared on her body. Not physical clothes — telekinetic constructs. She moved her hand. The dress, which materialized from nothing, wrapped around her. She looked at her own hand. Then at him. Then at her hand again.

She could move things with her mind. She could feel it — the power, the telekinetic force, resting in her palms like a second set of muscles.

His smile. Small. Knowing.

She vanished. Not walked. Not ran. Vanished. One moment she was there. The next, she was gone. A displacement of air, a faint pop, and she was elsewhere. A machine. A weapon. A living arsenal carrying the magic of a ninth-circle mage inscribed on her skin, headed for the battlefield where Mira was holding the line.

~ Part IV: The Children

Viktor turned. Walked. Toward the door. Down the stairs. His cock, soft and spent, swung between his thighs. His tail hovered behind him, swaying with each step.

He arrived at the sitting room. The scene was domestic.

Serelina was at the aquarium-sofa. Her hand, webbed and slender, was extended. Her finger was poking the cheek of the baby in Bella’s arm. The infant, whose violet eyes had been fixed on the mermaid, was being poked. The baby’s mouth opened. A gurgle. A laugh. The tiny hands reached for the finger.

Viktor looked at both children. His gaze settled. He spoke — not to the women, not to the babies. To the system. An internal command.

”Activate their sea beast ability.”

The sea beast power — one of his own abilities, inherited from the fragment that had given him his tail. He could grant his children fifty percent of his power. The first ability they needed was simple. Fundamental. The ability to breathe and swim underwater.

The babies blinked. Something shifted inside them. Not visible. Not audible. A change at the level of the soul, where the fragments lived. The infants felt it — a subtle alteration in their bodies, a new capacity that had not existed moments before.

Bella looked up. ”Where is Clara?”

”Just sent her somewhere,” Viktor said. ”You can give the baby to her. She will handle it. And follow me.”

Bella looked at both babies. The reluctance was visible — a mother’s instinct, strong and primal, resisting the idea of handing her child to a woman she had just met. But she looked at Serelina. At the tears. At the trembling hands.

She gave the baby.

Serelina came to the edge of the basin. She received the infant. Her hands, webbed and careful, cradled the baby’s head. She held the child at the surface of the water, her body submerged, her arms supporting the baby above the waterline.

The baby’s feet touched the water.

The infant moved. Not a splash. Not a flail. A deliberate, instinctive motion — legs kicking, arms paddling, the body propelling through the water with a fluid grace that no human infant should possess. The baby swam. Like a fish. Like a dolphin. Underwater, the infant’s eyes opened. The violet irises caught the light filtering through the water. The mouth — open, laughing — produced bubbles.

The second baby, who had been on the couch, saw the movement. The infant rolled — a clumsy, newborn roll — off the cushion and onto the floor. Bella lunged. But the baby, hitting the floor with a soft thud, was already crawling toward the basin. Fast. Determined. The infant reached the edge, looked at the water, and jumped.

”Wait—!!” Serelina gasped. ”They will fall—!!”

Bella moved. Viktor’s hand caught her wrist. His grip was firm. He held her in place.

”I will leave them,” he said.

”But the children—!! They will—!!” Bella’s voice cracked. She watched, horrified, as both babies tumbled into the water. Her body lurched forward. Her instincts screamed.

Then she saw it.

Both babies were swimming. Not drowning. Not flailing. Swimming. Underwater. Their bodies moved with an ease that was unnatural — legs kicking in synchronized strokes, arms pulling through the water, heads turning to look at each other. They laughed. Underwater. The sound was muffled, distorted by the water, but unmistakable. Giggling. The bubbles rose from their mouths in steady streams.

They were breathing.

Serelina, who had been terrified, laughed. The sound was melodic — a cascade of notes that filled the room. She reached for the babies, her hands guiding them through the water, spinning them, letting them chase her fingers. The infants responded. One grabbed her tail. The other latched onto her hair. They were playing.

”They can breathe underwater!” Serelina said. Her voice was wonder. Pure, unfiltered wonder. She looked at Viktor.

”Of course they can,” he said. ”Aren’t they our children?”

Serelina’s heart thumped. She bit her lip. She looked at the babies. At their violet eyes. At their dark hair. At the way they moved through the water like they had been born in it.

Because they had been. He had made sure of it.

She played with them. Chasing them through the basin, spinning them, letting them ride her tail. The babies laughed. She laughed. The room filled with the sound.

Bella walked toward Viktor. He was already moving. Toward the stairs. She followed. Her body, heavy with pregnancy, moved slowly. Her tail, silver and sensitive, swished behind her.

They climbed the stairs. Through the corridor. Into the master bedroom.

The room was large. Warm. The bed was massive. The windows overlooked the town — the walls, the dragons, the magic circles. The sounds of construction drifted up. The distant roar of a dragon. The shouts of soldiers.

He stood behind her. His cock, which had been soft, pressed against her ass. The shaft, warm and thick, settled between her cheeks. Her tail — silver, furred, sensitive — wrapped around his hip. The appendage curled around his waist, the tip resting against his lower back. She pulled him closer.

His hand went down. To her belly. His palm settled over the swell — large, taut, warm. He lifted. Not physically. Magically. The weight of the child inside her, the burden she had been carrying for months, eased. Her shoulders dropped. Her head fell back against his chest. She exhaled — a long, deep breath that carried every ounce of exhaustion she had accumulated.

He leaned. His mouth found her ear. The cat-kin ear, silver-furred and sensitive. He nibbled. The edge of the ear, the tip, the base. She flinched. Her ear twitched. Her tail tightened around his waist.

”How is my little pussy?” he said.