100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 349 - 348- First Offering

Viktor looked down at Olivia’s trembling form sprawled beneath him. Cum dripped from her face, her golden eyes glazed and unfocused.

Her massive tits rose and fell with each ragged breath, nipples still hard as diamonds.

He brought his finger back to his lips, the one that had just been buried in her cunt, and sucked it clean again. Slow. Deliberate.

"Mmm." Viktor’s eyes narrowed, his tongue rolling the taste around his mouth. "Your pussy’s tight as Bella’s. Soft as Helena’s. Puffy as Mira’s."

He tilted his head, dark eyes studying her flushed face.

"But you don’t have a hymen." His voice dropped lower, almost curious. "Have you had sex before?"

Olivia’s eyes widened slightly. Her lips parted, trying to form words, but nothing came out. Her mind was still swimming from the orgasm that had just ripped through her body like lightning.

She just stared at him. Confused. Overwhelmed. Unable to process the question.

Viktor smirked.

Because he knew the answer already.

Three nights ago. When she’d been unconscious in his bed after passing out from exhaustion. He’d been fucking her ass—training it, stretching it, preparing her body for what was coming.

But his cock had slipped.

One moment buried in her tight asshole, the next sliding forward and punching straight through her virgin pussy. The resistance had been there for a split second before his thick shaft tore through her hymen completely.

He’d felt it break. Felt her cunt clench around him in her sleep. Felt the slight dampness of blood mixing with her natural wetness.

And he’d kept going. Pumping into her unconscious body for another few minutes before pulling out, cleaning up, and letting her sleep.

She’d never known.

Never felt it.

Her virginity stolen while she dreamed.

And now, as she lay here covered in his cum and trembling from her first conscious orgasm, she had no idea that he’d already claimed every part of her body days ago.

Viktor chuckled darkly. "Doesn’t matter."

He shifted, climbing off her back. His cock was still hard, still glistening with spit and pre-cum. Still ready.

Olivia’s body sagged against the altar, her arms barely supporting her weight. Her thick thighs were spread slightly, panties still yanked to the side, pussy lips swollen and glistening.

"What... what is that?" Olivia’s voice was barely a whisper, her eyes tracking movement behind Viktor.

The tail.

It was moving again. Swaying. The purple spade tip dripping with some kind of clear lubricant that oozed from the slit at its tip.

Viktor didn’t answer.

Instead, he moved forward, stepping over her body. His knees planted on either side of her ribcage again, but this time he kept moving. Climbing higher.

His hips settled directly over her massive tits. The soft mounds cushioned his weight perfectly, like the world’s most obscene pillow.

His cockhead, thick and swollen, pressed directly against Olivia’s lips.

"Open," Viktor commanded.

Olivia’s golden eyes went wide. "My lord, I—mmmph?!"

Viktor pushed forward. His cock slid past her lips, stretching them wide around his girth. Two inches. The head filled her mouth completely, pressing down on her tongue.

"Ghk—!" Olivia gagged immediately, her throat constricting.

"Breathe through your nose," Viktor said calmly, as if instructing her on how to pour tea.

Olivia’s nostrils flared, sucking in air desperately. Tears streamed down her cum-stained cheeks.

And then Viktor felt it.

Down below. Between her legs.

His tail had moved into position. The spade tip pressed against her soaking wet pussy, rubbing along her slit. Then it started to vibrate.

BZZZZZZ.

"MMMMPH?!!" Olivia’s scream was muffled around Viktor’s cock. Her eyes rolled back instantly, the sensation overwhelming every nerve ending between her thighs.

The vibration was intense. Focused. The spade tip rubbed directly over her clit, then down to her entrance, then back up. Over and over.

Viktor grinned, feeling her body jerk beneath him. "That’s it. Feel it."

He focused for a moment, activating one of his Breeding God abilities.

[ADAPTIVE PHALLUS: ADJUSTING SIZE]

His cock swelled slightly in Olivia’s mouth. Growing. Thickening.

8 inches to 8.5 inches.

The extra half-inch pushed deeper, the head pressing against the back of her throat. Olivia’s eyes flew open wide, fresh tears spilling.

"Ghkk—glkk—!" She choked, her throat spasming around him.

"Perfect," Viktor muttered. He’d been training her unconsciously for days. Her throat could take it. Her body was ready.

Now he just needed to make her mind catch up.

Viktor’s hips started to move.

Slow at first. Rocking forward and back. His cock sliding in and out of her mouth in shallow thrusts. Using her massive tits as a cushion, the soft flesh giving him perfect leverage.

The altar was the perfect height. Olivia’s body laid out like an offering to some ancient god—which, technically, she was.

Viktor’s hands braced on either side of her head, fingers splayed against the glowing marble. His hips rolled forward, cock pushing deeper into her mouth.

Three inches. Four inches.

"Glkk—ghhk—!" Olivia gagged again, her hands flying up to grip his thighs. Not pushing away. Just holding on.

Viktor ignored her struggles. His tail continued vibrating against her pussy, the spade tip now focusing entirely on her clit. Grinding. Pulsing.

"MMMMPH~!!" Olivia’s moan vibrated around his cock, sending pleasure shooting up his spine.

"Fuck," Viktor groaned. "You look way more fuckable when you’re awake."

Her golden eyes stared up at him, tears streaming, face flushed red, lips stretched obscenely around his thick shaft.

Beautiful.

Viktor’s pace increased. His hips swung fluidly now, like a boat rocking on gentle waves. Forward. Back. Forward. Back.

Each thrust pushed his cock deeper. Five inches. Six inches.

Olivia’s throat bulged visibly with each insertion. Her gag reflex tried to reject him, her body convulsing, but Viktor didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

Her mouth was hot. Wet. Tight. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, forced into submission by his size.

And those tits. Those massive, soft tits cushioning his hips with every thrust. He could feel her nipples dragging against his thighs, hard points of sensation.

"That’s it," Viktor panted. "Take it. Take all of it."

Seven inches now. His balls slapped against her chin with each forward thrust.

Then Viktor’s hands moved. He grabbed her head, fingers tangling in her golden-brown hair. And he pulled up.

Slowly. Lifting her head off the altar.

Olivia made a muffled sound of protest. The angle was uncomfortable, her neck straining—

[DIVINE BLESSING ACTIVATED]

[BREEDING IMMUNITY: ACTIVE]

[SUBJECT: OLIVIA]

[EFFECTS: IMMUNITY TO MUSCLE STRAIN, PAIN, INJURY DURING BREEDING]

[BODY ADAPTATION: MAXIMUM MUTUAL PLEASURE]

Olivia’s eyes widened as the discomfort suddenly... vanished.

Her neck no longer hurt. Her jaw no longer ached from being stretched so wide. Even her gag reflex seemed to dull, allowing Viktor’s cock to slide deeper without resistance.

Instead, there was only... pleasure.

"Good girl," Viktor growled, holding her head at the perfect angle. "Your body’s learning."

A system notification popped up in the corner of Viktor’s vision. Something about Olivia’s first anal. Gaining a stability bonus.

He dismissed it with a mental flick. Didn’t matter right now.

What mattered was the tight, wet heat of her mouth. The way her tongue was starting to move on its own, stroking the underside of his shaft. The way her throat was relaxing, opening, accepting.

Viktor leaned back slightly, his hands still gripping her hair. Then he started moving again.

But this time, he didn’t just thrust forward and back.

He turned.

His body rotated on her torso, cock still embedded in her mouth, using her tits as a pivot point. 90 degrees. 180 degrees.

Until he was facing the opposite direction.

His face now directly above her spread thighs. His cock still buried in her mouth, the angle changed but the penetration maintained.

Perfect 69 position.

Viktor grabbed her thick thighs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He spread her legs wider, pulling them apart despite her muffled protests.

The flower-patterned panties were completely soaked through now. Ruined. Viktor hooked his fingers into the fabric and ripped it away entirely.

RRRRIP.

Olivia’s pussy was fully exposed now. Pink. Puffy. Swollen lips glistening with arousal. Her clit was engorged, peeking out from its hood, still twitching from the tail’s vibrations.

"Fuck," Viktor muttered, his face inches from her cunt. "It looks delicious."

He opened his mouth and dove in.

His tongue flattened against her slit, licking from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke. Tasting her. Savoring her.

Sweet. Slightly tangy. Absolutely addictive.

"Mmmmph~!!" Olivia’s moan vibrated around his cock again.

Viktor’s lips sealed around her clit and he sucked. Hard.

Olivia’s entire body jerked beneath him, her thighs trying to clamp shut, but Viktor’s grip was iron. He held her open, his mouth working her clit mercilessly while his hips started thrusting again.

Fucking her mouth.

Eating her pussy.

At the same time.

His cock slid deeper with each thrust. Seven and a half inches. Eight inches. Her throat was taking all of it now, the divine blessing adapting her body perfectly to his size.

Viktor’s tongue swirled around her clit, then dipped lower. He pushed into her entrance, tasting her from the inside. His nose pressed against her mound, breathing in her scent.

"GLKK~!! MMMPH~!!" Olivia’s sounds were desperate, overwhelmed.

Viktor’s hips picked up speed. Using her massive tits as a cushion, he pounded into her mouth with increasing force.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

The wet slap of his balls against her face mixed with the obscene slurping sounds of him devouring her cunt.

"Hngh~!" Olivia’s muffled moan.

Viktor’s hands slid from her thighs to her ass, gripping those thick cheeks and spreading them apart.

Her asshole was right there. Pink. Puckered. Twitching.

And already slightly loose.

Viktor grinned against her pussy. He’d been training this hole too while she slept. Stretching it. Preparing it.

His index finger pressed against her asshole. Then pushed inside.

One knuckle. Two knuckles. Three. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

No resistance.

He had made her loose because... come on, he needed to prepare a priestess virgin body for daily sessions to keep her moaning as he bangs her.

"MMMMPH?!!"