100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 347 - 346- Olivia’s Protests

Olivia’s breath came in short gasps. Tears finally spilled down her cheeks.

Because he was right.

He was absolutely right.

And her body—her traitorous, sinful body—was already responding to his proximity. Heat pooling between her thighs. Nipples hardening beneath her robes. Pulse racing.

"I..." Olivia’s voice broke. "I don’t know if I can..."

Viktor’s free hand moved to the clasp of her robes.

"Then let me show you," he murmured, "exactly what serving me means."

The clasp came undone with a soft click.

And Olivia knew—with absolute certainty—that there was no going back from this moment.

The white robes parted, sliding down Olivia’s shoulders with a whisper of fabric against skin.

Her hair tumbled free—long, golden-brown waves that cascaded down her back, catching the temple’s ethereal light. The strands shimmered as they settled, framing her face and spilling over her bare shoulders.

Viktor’s eyes traveled downward, taking in what the robes had concealed.

A thin flower-patterned bra. Delicate white fabric with pink embroidered roses. The cups strained against the weight they contained—massive breasts that threatened to spill over the edges with each trembling breath Olivia took.

The garment was clearly designed for function over modesty, pushing her breasts up and together to create deep, tempting cleavage.

Viktor chuckled, the sound rich with amusement.

"Did Mira make this?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

He recognized the style immediately. This was exactly the kind of undergarment Mira would craft—beautiful but revealing, designed to tantalize while maintaining a veneer of propriety.

Olivia’s face flushed an even deeper crimson. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her chest, but Viktor caught her wrists gently, preventing her.

"She... she said my old undergarments were too worn," Olivia whispered, unable to meet his eyes. "That they weren’t appropriate for... for serving an apostle. So she gave me these instead."

Her golden eyes flickered up to his face briefly before darting away again.

"I didn’t think—I mean—I didn’t realize she was preparing me for..."

She trailed off, the implication too overwhelming to voice.

Viktor released her wrists, allowing his fingers to trail down her arms instead. Goosebumps erupted in the wake of his touch.

"Mira always thinks ahead," Viktor murmured, his voice carrying approval and dark amusement in equal measure.

His hands moved to his belt, and Olivia’s eyes went wide.

Click.

The buckle came undone.

Zip.

His pants opened, the sound impossibly loud in the vast temple hall.

Viktor’s hand reached inside, gripping his already-hardening cock. He pulled it free slowly, deliberately, letting Olivia watch as inch after inch emerged.

Eight inches. Thick. Veined. The head flushed and glistening slightly with pre-cum.

It stood proud and heavy, the shaft twitching slightly as blood rushed to fill it completely.

Olivia’s breathing stopped entirely. Her mouth fell open. Her hands clutched at the robes pooled around her waist, knuckles white from the grip.

She’d seen it before—in the carriage, in those glimpses of him with his wives—but this was different.

This was for her.

Viktor’s hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking once from base to tip. His dark eyes locked onto Olivia’s wide golden ones.

"Go," Viktor commanded softly, his free hand gesturing toward the altar behind him. "Sit on that altar."

Olivia’s head shook slightly, disbelief and denial warring in her expression.

"Let me bless you," Viktor added, his voice dropping to that dangerous, seductive tone that had already corrupted so many women before her.

Olivia’s lips trembled. Tears continued streaming down her cheeks, but her body was already moving.

She rose on shaky legs, the white robes falling completely away to pool at her feet. Beneath, she wore matching flower-patterned panties—thin white cotton with pink embroidery that did nothing to hide the damp spot forming at the crotch.

Her thick thighs pressed together unconsciously as she stood. Her massive breasts bounced heavily with the movement, threatening to escape their flimsy prison.

"I—" Olivia’s voice cracked. "I don’t—"

"Walk," Viktor interrupted gently but firmly.

Olivia’s feet moved.

One step. Then another.

She walked toward the altar like a sacrifice approaching the slaughter. Each step echoed in the vast hall. Each breath came faster, shorter.

The altar was waist-high, made of pure white marble that gleamed in the magical light. The surface was smooth and cool, carved with those intricate glowing patterns.

When Olivia reached it, she stopped, her hands gripping the edge for support.

She looked back over her shoulder at Viktor, her golden eyes pleading.

"Please... I’m not ready for this..."

Viktor’s footsteps echoed behind her as he approached, slow and deliberate. Each click of his boots against marble made Olivia’s heart race faster.

She stood frozen at the altar, gripping its edge, staring down at the glowing patterns carved into the white stone. Her breathing came in short, panicked gasps. Her massive breasts heaved with each breath, threatening to spill from the thin bra.

Then she felt him.

Viktor’s presence behind her—so close the heat from his body radiated against her bare back. His breath ghosted across the nape of her neck, sending shivers cascading down her spine.

"You are ready," Viktor murmured, his voice a dark promise. "Your body knows it even if your mind doesn’t."

Before Olivia could respond, Viktor moved.

His arms wrapped around her from behind, pulling her back against his chest. The contact was electric—her soft, trembling body pressed against his hard, muscular frame.

And between them—

"Ahh!" Olivia gasped, her whole body going rigid.

Viktor’s cock was nestled firmly in the cleft of her ass, the thick shaft pressing between her plush cheeks. Even through the thin fabric of her panties, she could feel everything—the heat, the hardness, the way it throbbed with his heartbeat.

Eight inches of thick, rigid flesh resting against her most forbidden place.

"Did you feel it?" Viktor groaned directly into her ear, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. His hips rolled slightly, grinding his cock deeper into the valley of her ass. "That will be going inside..."

"N-no—" Olivia whimpered, her hands gripping the altar’s edge so hard her knuckles turned white. "Not there—please—I can’t—"

But even as she protested, her body betrayed her. Her thick ass pressed back against him unconsciously, as if seeking more contact. Her breathing hitched. Her thighs trembled.

Viktor’s hands began to move.

One slid up her torso like a serpent, fingers splaying across her ribcage before traveling higher. He cupped her right breast through the thin flower-patterned bra, his large hand completely engulfing the soft mound.

"Mmmph!" Olivia’s moan escaped before she could stop it.

Viktor squeezed, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh. The bra provided no protection—he could feel everything. The weight of her breast. The heat of her skin. The hard peak of her nipple pressing against his palm.

"So soft," Viktor groaned against her ear, his hips grinding his cock harder against her ass. "I’ve been watching these bounce ever since you arrived. Do you know how difficult it’s been not to just bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone?"

"Lord Viktor—ahhn!" Olivia’s protest dissolved into another moan as he pinched her nipple through the fabric, rolling the hardened bud between his fingers.

His other hand descended.

Slowly. Deliberately.

Down her soft stomach, fingers tracing the curves of her body. Over the slight pudge of her lower belly. Lower still.

Olivia’s breathing became frantic. "Wait—what are you—"

Viktor’s hand reached the waistband of her panties.

Then went lower.

His middle finger pressed against the damp fabric covering her pussy, pushing inward. The thin cotton provided almost no barrier—he could feel the heat radiating from her core, the wetness soaking through.

"Deep here," Viktor finished, his voice a dark growl in her ear.

He pressed harder, the fabric pushing between her pussy lips, his finger finding her entrance even through the material. The pressure made Olivia’s whole body jerk forward against the altar.

"AHHHH!" she cried out, her head falling back against Viktor’s shoulder.

"This is where I’ll bury every inch of my cock," Viktor continued, his finger rubbing in small circles over her covered entrance. "Where I’ll pump you full of my seed until it’s leaking out of you. Where I’ll breed you until your belly swells with my child."

His hand on her breast squeezed harder, his finger between her legs pressed deeper. Both sensations working in tandem to overwhelm her completely.

Olivia’s hips began moving on their own, grinding back against Viktor’s cock while simultaneously pushing forward against his invading finger. The dual stimulation was driving her insane.

"No—I can’t—this is wrong—"