100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 345 - 344- Olivia’s Submission

The carriage wheels ground to a halt with a final creak, the sudden stillness jarring after hours of rhythmic movement.

Through the curtained windows, the outline of Viktor’s manor emerged—rebuilt, reinforced, significantly larger than before. Torchlight flickered across newly constructed wings and a pristine courtyard.

Inside the carriage, Kaida was still trembling.

Her head hung forward limply, chin nearly touching her chest. Her tongue lolled out between swollen lips, eyes unfocused and glazed with that expression—that completely ruined, thoroughly fucked look that spoke of pleasure so intense it had short-circuited her brain.

Her entire body twitched sporadically. Muscles spasming. Legs trembling. Arms hanging uselessly at her sides.

And between her thighs—

White seed overflowed from her pussy in thick streams. It leaked around Viktor’s still-embedded cock, dripping onto his lap, pooling on the carriage floor. So much cum that it seemed impossible for one woman’s body to hold.

Viktor’s hands remained clamped on her breasts like handles, fingers buried in the soft flesh.

His face was pressed against the side of her neck, teeth nibbling the sensitive skin there, marking her with dark purple hickeys that would last for days.

He hadn’t shown mercy.

Not even a little.

Olivia stared, her golden eyes wide and unable to look away despite desperately wanting to.

Then she saw it.

Just above Kaida’s pussy—right where her mound met her lower abdomen—a mark was forming. Glowing softly with pink-gold light before solidifying into permanent black ink.

A letter ’K’.

Followed by a letter ’V’.

K + V.

Kaida and Viktor.

Branded. Marked. Claimed.

"You’ve got a tight pussy," Viktor murmured against Kaida’s neck, his voice rough with satisfaction. "That’s why the marking is there."

Olivia’s breath caught.

Her eyes darted immediately to Helena, who was dabbing at her face with a handkerchief, cleaning away the dried cum from earlier.

There—on her throat, just below her jaw—another mark.

H + V.

Helena’s throat was marked because it was good. Because she’d taken him deep, swallowed him whole, worshipped him with her mouth until he’d claimed that part of her too.

Olivia’s gaze swept frantically across the other wives.

Mira—just visible beneath the neckline of her dress—had an M + V marked between her breasts.

Bella’s mark was on her lower back, right above her tail. B + V.

Elara’s was on her inner thigh. E + V.

Every woman bore his brand. His ownership permanently etched into their skin.

Olivia felt something twist in her stomach. Not quite fear. Not quite arousal. Something between.

"We’re here," Viktor announced casually, as if he hadn’t just fucked Kaida into unconsciousness.

The carriage door opened from outside—one of the guards—and cool night air rushed in, carrying the scent of jasmine and fresh grass.

Mira exited first, her pregnant belly making the descent slightly awkward. She held the guard’s offered hand, stepping down gracefully despite her condition.

Helena followed, then Elara, then Bella.

Olivia moved toward the door on shaky legs, her white robes feeling too tight, too constricting. She needed air. Space. Distance from what she’d just witnessed.

Behind her, Viktor finally moved.

He gripped Kaida’s hips and lifted—his cock sliding free with an obscene wet sound. A flood of cum immediately gushed from her gaped pussy, pouring out in thick ropes that splattered onto the carriage floor.

Kaida whimpered weakly, her body going completely limp the moment he withdrew.

Viktor tucked his still-hard cock back into his pants—somehow managing to make it fit despite its size—and scooped Kaida into his arms like she weighed nothing.

Princess carry. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Her head lolled against his chest, red hair spilling over his arm. Her eyes were closed now, breathing shallow and rapid. Completely unconscious.

Completely used.

Viktor stepped out of the carriage with his burden, and Olivia watched from the courtyard as he—

Vanished.

One moment he was there.

The next, he simply wasn’t.

Teleported directly inside the mansion with Kaida still in his arms.

"No matter how many times I see it," Olivia breathed, her voice filled with genuine awe, "it’s too overpowered."

Viktor’s voice came from directly behind her.

"Indeed," he said with clear amusement. "My cock is overpowered."

Olivia spun around, face flushing scarlet. "Not—not that thing!" she sputtered, gesturing vaguely at his crotch. "Your ability! Your teleportation!"

Viktor shrugged, smirking. "Ah. That too, I suppose."

He’d reappeared without Kaida, presumably having deposited her somewhere inside to recover.

Before Olivia could respond, a child’s voice cut through the evening air.

"Mother!"

A young boy—perhaps seven or eight years old—came running from the manor entrance. Sandy-brown hair bounced as he ran, his face lit up with excitement.

Toby.

Mira’s son.

He crashed into Mira’s arms, and she caught him with a laugh, hugging him tight despite her pregnant belly getting in the way.

"Careful," Mira chided gently, ruffling his hair. "You’ll squish your sibling."

"Let’s go inside!" Toby said excitedly, pulling on her hand.

As they walked toward the entrance, he looked up at her, his small hand reaching out to rub her slightly swollen belly.

"Am I getting a brother or sister?" he asked innocently.

Mira glanced down at her stomach, then back at her son. "Who knows? Ask your father."

Toby’s nose wrinkled. "I want food."

Mira laughed. "Then food it is."

She led him toward what Olivia assumed was the kitchen, disappearing through a doorway.

Olivia stood frozen in the courtyard, watching the scene with something like disbelief.

This was... a family.

An actual family.

The same man who had just fucked Kaida unconscious in a carriage. Who had two pregnant women sucking his cock while groping two others. Who had branded his wives with permanent marks of ownership.

That man was also a father. A provider. Someone whose child ran to greet him with innocent joy.

The cognitive dissonance was staggering.

Olivia followed the others inside on autopilot, her mind struggling to reconcile the two versions of Viktor she’d witnessed today.

The manor’s interior was warm and inviting. Renovations had clearly been extensive—new furniture, repaired walls, fresh paint. Magical lights floated near the ceiling, casting soft illumination.

The kitchen was large and communal, with a long wooden table dominating the center. Olivia could see Bella, Elara, Helena, and even a recovered-looking Kaida moving around—chopping vegetables, stirring pots, setting plates.

They were cooking. Talking. Laughing.

Like normal people.

Kaida moved a bit stiffly, her legs slightly unsteady, but she was functional. Already recovered from being fucked into unconsciousness less than twenty minutes ago.

’How?’ Olivia thought. ’How is she even standing?’

Viktor settled into a chair at the head of the table. Toby immediately climbed into the seat beside him, swinging his legs and chattering about something that had happened while they were gone.

Food began appearing on the table—roasted meat, fresh bread, steaming vegetables, fruit.

Everyone sat. Everyone ate.

The conversation flowed naturally. Viktor talked about managing the town, the tower renovations, supply lines, future expansion plans.

"Wait," Olivia interrupted, unable to help herself. "Tower? What tower?"

Viktor glanced at her. "The dungeon tower. Didn’t I mention it? We cleared it recently. I’m converting it into a training facility and resource generator."

"You—cleared a dungeon?" Olivia’s voice rose slightly. "Those things are death traps. Entire adventuring parties get wiped out in—"

"We had adequate preparation," Viktor said dismissively, as if clearing a lethal dungeon was equivalent to running errands.

The meal continued.

Olivia picked at her food, barely tasting it. Her mind was still spinning, trying to process everything.

Eventually, plates were cleared. The table was cleaned. People began dispersing—some to their rooms, others to various tasks.

Viktor stood, stretching slightly.

Then his dark eyes locked onto Olivia.

"So now, Olivia," he said clearly, his voice cutting through the ambient noise. "Should you perform the ritual?"

Every sound in the room ceased.

Olivia flinched, her whole body going rigid.

She looked around desperately—at Mira, at Helena, at all the wives—hoping for... what? Support? An excuse?

Instead, she found them all looking at her with the same expression.

Go with him.

Their eyes said it plainly. Their slight smiles confirmed it. This was inevitable. Expected. Part of her new role.

Olivia’s throat went dry. Her hands trembled.

"I... I don’t think I can..." she whispered, standing on shaky legs.

Viktor moved closer, his presence overwhelming. He leaned near her ear, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. His voice dropped to a whisper only she could hear.

"But weren’t you groping your breasts while watching Kaida get fucked?"

Olivia’s eyes went wide as saucers.

Her hands flew up, clamping over Viktor’s mouth in front of everyone. "I said no! Stop! Don’t say that out loud!"

Chuckles rippled around the table. Even Toby giggled, though he clearly didn’t understand why.

Viktor’s arm wrapped around Olivia’s waist, his hand sliding down to rest possessively on her thick ass. His fingers sank into the soft flesh through her robes, groping openly.

"Let’s go then," Viktor murmured against her palm, his lips curving into a smirk beneath her hand. "Let me see how good of a battery you are."

He began moving toward the stairs, his grip on her ass firm and guiding. Olivia stumbled along beside him, half-pushed, half-pulled.

Behind them, Toby’s innocent voice rang out: "Am I getting a new mother?"

SMACK.

"Shut up, little boy," Mira said, having lightly smacked the back of his head.

"Ow! But it’s true!"

The last thing Olivia heard before they ascended the stairs was the sound of laughter following them into the darkness above.

And her heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst from her chest.

"Kyaa~" But her full focus was pulled by the certain group, one as Viktor leaned near her ears and simply whispered.

"I promise to give you atleast seven children."