100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 351 - 350- Breeding Targets

His eyes snapped to the text, reading quickly.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[BREEDING GOD INFORMATION]

[ALERT: HIGH-VALUE TARGETS DETECTED]

[SUBJECT: ELVEN MOTHER AND DAUGHTER (RUNAWAY)]

[LOCATION: MILLBROOK TOWN BORDER]

[AFFINITY: DIVINE LUCK ACTIVE]

[ANALYSIS: STRONG CHILD-BEARING CAPACITY - BOTH SUBJECTS]

[RECOMMENDATION: IMMEDIATE ACQUISITION]

Viktor’s cock twitched despite having just cum. His eyes widened slightly as he processed the information.

Elves.

Mother and daughter.

Runaways.

Just entered his territory.

Perfect breeding stock walking right to him.

His Divine Luck stat at work.

"Fuck," Viktor muttered, his gaze distant. His mind was already calculating. Where exactly at the border? How long until they reached the town proper? What would be the best approach?

Beneath him, Olivia lay trembling. Her massive tits rose and fell with each ragged breath, nipples still diamond-hard. Cum dripped from her face onto the altar, mixing with the divine light that pulsed around them.

She looked thoroughly fucked. Ruined in the best possible way.

But Viktor’s mind was elsewhere now.

He stood, his cock still semi-erect, glistening with Olivia’s saliva. His tail swished behind him, the spade tip still dripping with her juices.

"Sigh," Viktor said simply, his voice returning to that calm, commanding tone he used when not actively fucking someone’s throat. "I don’t want to leave you."

Viktor stood over Olivia’s trembling form, his cock finally beginning to soften. It hung between his legs, still impressive even semi-erect, glistening with saliva and cum in the altar chamber’s divine glow.

He looked down at her.

She was completely wrecked.

Her golden-brown hair was matted with sweat and other fluids, strands plastered to her forehead and neck. Her face remained a mess—tear tracks cutting through the layer of cum that coated her cheeks, more dripping from her chin onto the marble below. Her lips were swollen and red, stretched obscenely from accommodating his girth for so long.

And her body.

God, her body.

Those massive tits were still compressed against the altar, soft flesh bulging out to either side. Her thick thighs remained spread, pussy lips swollen and glistening with arousal. The flower-patterned panties he’d ripped away lay in tatters on the floor.

Viktor’s hand moved almost unconsciously, reaching down to grip one of her breasts.

The flesh was warm. Soft. It overflowed his palm despite his large hand size, the weight substantial and satisfying.

He squeezed.

"Ah—!" Olivia gasped, her eyes fluttering. The sound was weak, barely audible.

Viktor kneaded the massive globe, his fingers sinking deep into the pliant tissue. He could feel her heartbeat beneath the skin, rapid and erratic. Her nipple was still rock-hard, pressing into his palm like a small pebble.

He found it with his thumb and forefinger.

Pinched.

"Hngh!" Olivia’s back arched slightly, her body responding despite her exhaustion.

Viktor rolled the nipple between his fingers, tugging it, watching the way her breast stretched and deformed. The pale skin turned pink under his grip, then white where his fingers pressed deepest.

Then he released it.

And slapped her tit.

SMACK.

The sound echoed through the altar chamber, sharp and loud. Olivia’s breast rippled from the impact, the soft flesh jiggling obscenely. A red handprint bloomed across the milky skin almost immediately.

"Ah—! My lord, please—" Her voice cracked, hoarse from screaming and having her throat fucked raw.

Viktor ignored her.

He slapped her other breast.

SMACK.

Another jiggle. Another ripple. Another red mark.

"Beautiful," Viktor muttered, admiring his handiwork. Both of her massive tits now bore his handprints, claiming marks visible against her pale skin.

His hand moved lower, sliding down the curve of her spine. Her back was slick with sweat, muscles trembling beneath the surface. He traced each vertebra with his fingertips, feeling her shiver under his touch.

Then his hand reached the swell of her ass.

Thick. Plump. Absolutely perfect.

Viktor gripped one cheek, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He spread her slightly, exposing the pink pucker of her asshole—still loose from his earlier fingering, gaping slightly.

His cock twitched.

Then his gaze dropped lower.

To her pussy.

Swollen lips. Glistening with arousal. Her clit was still engorged, peeking out from its hood, twitching slightly. Her entrance was slightly parted, inner walls visible, coated in her juices.

Virgin.

Technically.

Viktor had torn through her hymen days ago while she slept, but her pussy remained untouched during her waking hours. Unclaimed. Waiting.

His cock hardened again, blood rushing back to the shaft. The urge to mount her was overwhelming—to grab her hips, line himself up, and pound into that tight cunt until she screamed his name.

But he didn’t.

Couldn’t.

"Not yet," Viktor murmured to himself, his voice low. His jaw clenched, restraint warring with desire.

He wanted to savor this. Wanted her fully conscious and aware when he took her virginity in her own mind’s perception. Wanted to see her face when he claimed her completely.

This would be his dinner.

The main course after the appetizers he’d already enjoyed.

Viktor’s hand slid away from her pussy, moving back up to her breast. He found her nipple again—still hard, still sensitive.

And he gripped it.

Tight.

"Ow—!" Olivia’s eyes flew open, the pain cutting through her post-orgasmic haze.

Viktor pulled.

Not gently.

He tugged her nipple upward, stretching her breast, lifting it away from the altar. The sensitive nub elongated, skin stretching taut.

"Ah! My lord, that hurts—!" Tears sprang to her eyes immediately, fresh ones mixing with the dried tracks already on her face.

"Look at me," Viktor commanded.

Olivia’s golden eyes found his face, wide and glazed with pain and exhaustion. Her lips trembled, more tears spilling over.

"I will bring two more guests for you to teach them my ways, Olivia," Viktor said, his voice calm and measured. Almost conversational, as if he weren’t currently torturing her nipple.

"W-what?" Olivia’s voice broke on the word.

Viktor pulled harder.

Her breast stretched further, the tissue straining. Her nipple had elongated at least two inches now, the pink areola puckering.

"Ah—! Please, my lord, I—I don’t understand—!" She was sobbing now, the pain overwhelming.

"You will teach them," Viktor repeated, his tone brooking no argument. "Show them how to please their lord. Demonstrate what a proper priestess does for her god."

"I—I can’t—I don’t—"

Viktor released her nipple.

It snapped back to her breast with a soft *thwap*, the abused nub immediately darkening to a deep red. Olivia cried out, her body jerking.

And then she went completely limp.

Her arms gave out first, sliding across the marble until they hung limply over the altar’s edge. Her legs followed, muscles releasing, thighs spreading wider. Her head lolled to the side, cheek pressed against the warm stone.

Her eyes were still open, but barely. Golden irises unfocused, staring at nothing. Tears continued to leak from the corners, trailing down to the altar below.

She was conscious—barely—but utterly spent.

Broken.

Claimed.

Viktor stepped back, admiring the sight.

Olivia’s naked body sprawled across the glowing altar like an offering to some ancient deity. Her massive tits compressed beneath her weight, nipples dark and abused. Her thick ass slightly raised, pussy glistening and untouched. Cum and saliva coating her face. Tear tracks marking her cheeks.

Perfect.

"Rest," Viktor said softly, though he doubted she could even hear him anymore. "You’ll need your strength."