100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 313- Bella’s body’s Owner

Viktor let himself fall backward, landing heavily in the chair. The momentum made Bella bounce slightly on his still-buried cock.

"Aaahn~!" she whimpered, her hypersensitive pussy clenching reflexively around him.

His cock remained inside her—softening but still thick enough to plug her completely. Not a single drop of his seed escaped, trapped deep within her body. Her internal walls seemed to be drinking it in, absorbing his essence greedily.

Bella sat straddling his lap, gasping for air, her petite body trembling with aftershocks. Her silver hair was plastered to her sweaty face and shoulders. Her cat ears drooped tiredly.

Viktor’s hands came up, finding her breasts.

"Eep!" Bella flinched as his fingers found her swollen nipples.

He pinched them—not gently—and pulled.

Spurt.

Thin streams of milk shot from her nipples, arcing through the air before splattering on the control console.

"Nya~! N-Not so rough!" Bella whimpered, her hands weakly gripping his wrists. But she didn’t pull away.

Viktor chuckled, releasing one nipple only to squeeze her entire breast like milking a small cow. More milk leaked out, running down his fingers in warm rivulets.

"Look at you," he murmured against her ear. "Already producing milk. Your body knows what’s coming."

"Do I... do I really?" Bella asked breathlessly, her yellow eyes watering—whether from pain or pleasure, she couldn’t tell anymore.

Viktor’s hand left her breast and moved down between their joined bodies. He found her clit—red, swollen, oversensitized.

He pinched it.

"NYAAA!"

Bella’s entire body convulsed like she’d been electrocuted. Her pussy clamped down violently on his cock, making him grunt. She was burning hot inside, the friction from an hour of relentless fucking leaving her inner walls inflamed and tender.

Viktor chuckled darkly, releasing her tortured clit. He pressed a kiss to her neck, tasting the salt of her sweat.

"Yeah. Indeed," he said softly. "I promise you’re pregnant. Feel it yourself—your body’s already changing."

Bella let out a broken little laugh, relief and joy mixing in the sound. "I’m... I’m going to be a mother..."

Viktor’s hands returned to her breasts, kneading them possessively. The handful of soft flesh molded under his palms. He wasn’t gentle—squeezing, massaging, coaxing out more milk drop by drop.

Spurt. Drip. Spurt.

"Nnh... h-husband..." Bella whimpered. Her chest hurt, breasts aching from his rough handling, but her nipples remained hard as pebbles. The pain mixed with pleasure in a confusing cocktail that made her pussy clench around him involuntarily.

The more he kneaded her breasts, the tighter she gripped his cock. It was like her body couldn’t distinguish between different kinds of stimulation anymore—everything just made her wetter, hotter, needier.

She wanted to tell him to stop. That it hurt. That she was too sensitive.

But feeling how he was using her like a stress-relief toy, molding her body to his desires, claiming her so completely—she couldn’t bring herself to object.

If this was what he needed, she would give it.

Viktor seemed to sense her thoughts. His hands gentled slightly, becoming more massage than abuse. He kissed her shoulder blade.

"By the way," he said casually, as if they weren’t still joined, as if he wasn’t still kneading her milk-leaking breasts, "why did you never ask about your sister after that day? I thought you’d want to inquire about her."

Bella trembled.

Her body went rigid for a moment before melting back against him.

"I..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper. Milk continued to drip from her nipples as his hands worked her over. "I thought... you would think I was only here for selfish reasons. That I was using you to find her."

The admission hung in the air.

Viktor’s hands stilled. Then, slowly, he turned her face toward his and kissed her—deep, possessive, claiming her mouth thoroughly.

When he pulled back, he smiled.

"Stand up," he murmured.

Bella obeyed on shaky legs, lifting herself off his cock.

Schlorp.

His cock slid out with a wet sound—and not a single drop of cum followed. Her pussy lips sealed shut immediately, pink and swollen, gaping slightly from the thorough stretching. Her petals looked freshly bloomed, the aftermath of being fucked into womanhood.

Viktor turned her around, guiding her to straddle his lap facing him this time. Her legs spread wide on either side of his thighs, exposing her well-used pussy to the cool air.

She settled onto his lap, her hands coming up to cup his face with trembling gentleness. She rubbed her cheek against his, nuzzling him like the cat she was.

His hands gripped her ass possessively, keeping her pressed against him.

"Bella," Viktor said firmly, meeting her yellow eyes. "Aren’t you my wife?"

She nodded mutely.

"Shouldn’t it be your birthright to ask whatever you want from your husband?"

Bella’s eyes widened. Then trembled with unshed tears.

"I..." her voice cracked. "Yes. I’m sorry."

Viktor chuckled, the sound vibrating through both their chests. "You said the same thing after you ran away that day and took my cock in your mouth in the forest."

"Nya!" Bella flushed crimson, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "D-Don’t remind me of that! I was so embarrassed..."

"Don’t be." Viktor kissed the top of her head. "You were perfect. Just like you are now."

He stood, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, arms clinging to his shoulders.

Holding her like that—naked, cum-filled, trembling—Viktor walked out of the control room.

The hallway was quiet as Viktor carried Bella toward her bedroom. The Tower’s interior was dimly lit by magical sconces that cast warm, flickering shadows.

But as he walked, Viktor became aware of presences.

One by one, his women emerged from their rooms.

First came Helena.

She stepped into the hallway wearing a simple white nightgown that did absolutely nothing to hide her voluptuous figure. The fabric clung to every curve—her massive breasts, wide hips, thick thighs. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her eyes—usually gentle—held a distinctly hungry look.

She stood with her hands folded beneath her chest, pushing her breasts up even further. The pose was demure, but the intent was clear.

Next came Kaida.

The warrior woman wore even less—just a loose tank top and short shorts that showed off her toned legs and tight ass. Her short red hair was messy, like she’d been trying to sleep but couldn’t. Her crimson eyes locked onto Viktor with barely concealed frustration.

She crossed her arms under her modest chest, her stance confrontational.

Finally, Elara.

The succubus emerged last, wearing a sheer black negligee that left nothing to imagination. Her pink hair flowed down her back, her pink eyes glowing softly in the dim light. Her curves—generous breasts, flared hips, perfect ass—were fully displayed.

But unlike the others, she looked hesitant. Nervous.

Viktor paused mid-step, Bella still clinging to him like a koala.

He looked at each of his women in turn, then smiled.

"Ladies," he said cheerfully, as if he wasn’t standing there half-naked with one freshly-fucked wife in his arms. "Lovely evening, isn’t it?"

Kaida’s eye twitched. "You perverted bastard."

Viktor chuckled and continued walking, passing them toward Bella’s room. "Come on, she needed some relief. I gave it to her. What’s wrong with that?"

"What about ME?!" Kaida’s voice rose. "I’m standing here ready and you’re just walking past?!"

Viktor reached Bella’s door and nudged it open with his foot. He stepped inside, then turned to face the three women now crowding the doorway.

He sighed dramatically. "Come on. Do you all really want to get pregnant? Who am I going to fuck when you all have big bellies?"

Kaida’s mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again. "Don’t act innocent, you bastard! You brought that priestess here JUST for that, didn’t you?!"

Viktor’s smile turned predatory. "Yes."

The honest admission stunned them for a moment.

Then Kaida’s face flushed. "You—! At least lie about it!"