100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 350 - 349- Olivia’s Body is Puffy

Viktor’s weight pressed down onto Olivia’s back, her body sinking into the glowing marble altar beneath them.

The surface was warm—unnaturally so—pulsing with divine energy that seemed to respond to their coupling.

Her massive breasts pancaked against the stone, soft flesh bulging out to either side, milk-white skin contrasting against the radiant marble.

"My lord—" Olivia’s voice broke, trembling. Her golden eyes were unfocused, tears clinging to her lashes.

Viktor didn’t answer. His hand fisted in her golden-brown hair, yanking her head back as his hips rolled forward.

His cock pushed deeper into her throat—eight and a half inches of thick, throbbing flesh that stretched her jaw to its absolute limit. The angle made her throat bulge obscenely, a visible outline appearing along the column of her neck with each thrust.

"Glkk—ghhkkk—!" Olivia gagged, the sound wet and desperate.

Foam gathered at the corners of her stretched lips. Saliva mixed with his pre-cum dripped down her chin, creating silvery strings that connected to the altar below. Her hands scrabbled against the marble, looking for purchase, finding none.

Viktor’s other hand slid down her spine, possessive and claiming. His fingers traced the curve of her lower back before gripping the generous swell of her hip. His thumb dug into the soft flesh, holding her in place.

"Such a good priestess," Viktor growled, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. "Taking your lord’s cock like you were made for it."

His hips snapped forward. Hard.

PAH.

His balls slapped against her tear-stained face as he buried himself completely. His pubic bone pressed against her lips, her nose smashed against his sack. Every inch seated deep in her convulsing throat.

Olivia’s eyes rolled back. Her body jerked, trying instinctively to pull away, but Viktor’s grip was iron.

"Breathe," he commanded, tone sharp.

Her nostrils flared, sucking in desperate lungfuls of air. The scent of his musk flooded her senses—masculine, overpowering, impossible to ignore.

Then Viktor moved again.

Not his hips this time.

His tail.

The appendage swayed behind him like a serpent, the spade-shaped tip glistening with clear lubricant that oozed from the slit at its point. It moved with predatory grace, sliding between Olivia’s thick thighs.

The tip pressed against her pussy—swollen, pink, absolutely soaked.

And then it started to vibrate.

BZZZZZZZ.

"MMMMPH?!!" Olivia’s scream was muffled around Viktor’s cock, her entire body going rigid.

The vibration was intense—focused directly on her clit with ruthless precision. The spade tip ground against the sensitive nub, sending electric shocks of pleasure racing up her spine.

Viktor felt her throat spasm around him, the muscles clenching and releasing in rapid succession. He groaned, the sensation incredible.

"That’s it," he breathed. "Feel what your body’s capable of."

His hips started moving again. Slow, deliberate thrusts. Pulling back until just the head remained between her lips, then sliding forward again. Using her massive tits as cushioning, the soft mounds compressing and bouncing with each movement.

Three inches in. Four. Five.

Each time he pushed deeper, her throat bulged more visibly. Each time he pulled back, strings of saliva connected them, breaking and reforming.

Meanwhile, his tail worked her pussy mercilessly.

The vibrations increased. The spade tip slid down from her clit to her entrance, circling the opening, then back up. Over and over in maddening patterns.

Olivia’s thighs trembled. Her hips jerked involuntarily, trying to chase the sensation, to get more friction, more pressure, more—

Viktor’s free hand moved lower. His fingers found the curve of her ass, gripping the thick cheek and spreading it. Her puckered hole was exposed—pink, twitching, already slightly loose from his nighttime training sessions.

Two fingers pressed against her asshole.

Then pushed inside.

"Glkkk~!!" Olivia’s muffled cry was desperate, overwhelmed.

No resistance. His fingers slid in knuckle-deep, her body accepting the intrusion easily. Viktor had been preparing her for days while she slept, stretching her, training her body to accommodate him.

Now he pumped those fingers in and out, matching the rhythm of his cock in her throat. Fucking both her holes simultaneously while his tail continued its relentless assault on her pussy.

The altar chamber filled with obscene sounds.

The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of his fingers in her ass. The glkk-glkk-glkk of his cock plunging down her throat. The bzzzzzz of his vibrating tail. And underneath it all, Olivia’s muffled moans and whimpers.

"Look at you," Viktor breathed, his voice rough with lust. "The pure, virtuous priestess. Holes stuffed full. Drooling like a bitch in heat."

He added a third finger to her ass, stretching her wider. The tight ring of muscle clenched around him, trying to adjust to the girth.

Olivia’s body shuddered. Her toes curled against the altar’s surface. Her fingers clawed at the marble, nails scratching uselessly.

And then Viktor felt it.

Her pussy clenched around his tail. Once. Twice. Her thighs locked tight, muscles going rigid.

"MMMMPH~!!"

She came.

Hard.

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, juices gushing from her cunt and coating Viktor’s tail. The spade tip was drenched, lubricant mixing with her arousal. Her entire body convulsed, shaking uncontrollably as pleasure crashed through every nerve ending.

Viktor increased his suction, his mouth now sealed around her pussy lips, drinking down every drop of her release. His tongue invaded her, thrusting deep, tasting her from the inside.

"Fuck," he growled against her cunt. "You taste divine."

Olivia squirted again, harder this time. The spray hit Viktor’s face, coating his cheeks and chin. He didn’t care. He lapped it up greedily, his cock pulsing in her throat.

That’s when he saw it.

The first system notification.

[ABILITY ACQUIRED: PEOPLE’S FAITH]

[DESCRIPTION: THE MORE PEOPLE BELIEVE IN YOU, THE STRONGER YOUR POWER GROWS. FAITH SPREADS ACROSS THE CONTINENT. WITH SUFFICIENT FAITH VALUE, YOU MAY REWRITE THE PROBABILITY OF ANY SINGLE EVENT.]

[CURRENT FAITH VALUE: 1,000]

Viktor’s eyes narrowed as he read, his hips never stopping their relentless thrusts. One thousand faith points. He’d been collecting them slowly over weeks—peasants praying for good harvests, merchants thanking him for safe roads, guards swearing loyalty.

And he’d spent every last point on one specific rewrite.

’Priestess Olivia becomes corrupted under Nobleman Viktor.’

The probability had been low. Maybe fifteen percent naturally. Olivia was devout, pure, trained from childhood to resist temptation.

But Viktor had rewritten fate itself.

The fifteen percent became one hundred percent. Inevitable. Unavoidable.

It hadn’t been instant—magic didn’t work that way. But over the past few days, he’d felt her resistance crumbling. Her guard lowering. Her body responding despite her mind’s protests.

And now, here she was.

Throat bulging around his cock. Ass stuffed with his fingers. Pussy being devoured. Cumming her brains out on a holy altar while divine light pulsed around them.

Corrupted.

Completely.

Viktor’s balls tightened. He felt his orgasm building, pressure coiling at the base of his spine.

"Take it," he snarled against her pussy, his voice muffled. "Take everything."

His hips snapped forward one final time, burying his cock to the hilt. His fingers pushed deep into her ass. His tail ground hard against her over-stimulated clit.

And he came.

"Hngh—fuck!"

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

Thick ropes of cum flooded Olivia’s throat, pumping directly into her stomach. Viktor’s cock pulsed with each ejaculation, eight and a half inches completely buried, his balls pressed tight against her nose.

Olivia’s eyes went wide. She tried to swallow—the divine blessing helped, her throat working automatically—but there was too much. It overflowed, leaking from the corners of her stretched lips, mixing with the foam and saliva already coating her face.

Viktor groaned, his orgasm seeming endless. Five spurts. Six. Seven. His hips jerked with each pulse, grinding against her face.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he finished.

He pulled back slowly, his cock sliding free from her throat with an obscene ’schlorp’ sound. A thick strand of cum and saliva connected his cockhead to her lips, stretching and finally breaking.

Olivia gasped, sucking in air desperately. Her face was a complete mess—tears streaking through cum, spit dripping from her chin, eyes glazed and unfocused.

Beautiful.

Viktor stared down at her, admiring his work. Then a second notification appeared.

[ABILITY ACTIVATED: DIVINE WOMB TRACKING]