100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 677: Chapter 676 - Breaking and Remaking Clara’s Mind

Viktor looked at her. At the mess. At the demoness who had come to kill him and was now lying on his bathroom floor with cum leaking from every orifice.

He turned. His eyes found the mirror. At Clara.

The young maid — the virgin, the new wife, the woman whose blood was still on his cock — was losing her mind. She sat on the bathroom floor. Her legs were spread.

Her pussy — the freshly-deflowered, cum-leaking, hairy cunt — was exposed. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth was open. She was staring at his cock. At the limp, hanging, cum-covered shaft that had just been inside her.

At the cum leaking from her own pussy.

His tail moved. The scaled appendage — still wet from Helena’s ass, from Clara’s pussy — found Clara’s entrance. The tip pressed against her slit. Pushed in. Slowly. The tail entered her — not deep, just enough. The vibration started.

BZZZZ—!!

Clara’s body jerked. Her eyes rolled. Her mouth opened. The ’dead-body-giggling-up’ motion of a woman being stimulated past her capacity. She moaned. A muffled, ’I-am-not-here’ sound.

"Conservative it," Viktor murmured. Watching her. His tail vibrated inside Clara’s pussy. The tip found her cervix — the depth his cock had reached, the barrier that had absorbed his cum. The vibration hit the cervix.

Clara squirted. Again. The fluid hit the tile. Her body convulsed. Her eyes closed. Her head fell back.

Viktor looked at the mirror. At himself. At his cock — limp, hanging, the shaft still coated with the residue of three women.

He looked at Clara. At her small, firm breasts. At the pink nipples — stiff, untouched.

"System," he said. His voice was calm. Directed at the interface only he could see. "Make her tits leak some milk."

He smirked.

The system responded.

[Conditions met. Designating Clara as the Host’s wife. Transferring Wife Clap Package — Celestial Chef milk production, kill snap against erections for men, face healing, deaging, etc...]

[ Breast milk now active with buff properties: arousal enhancement, stamina recovery, 100x-enhanced nutritional value.]

Clara’s tits tingled. The small, handful-sized mounds — firm, young — swelled. Not dramatically — not like Helena’s or Mira’s. But visibly. The pink nipples — tight, virgin — darkened. The areolas widened. The milk ducts, activated by the system’s transfer, began to produce.

A thin, white bead appeared on her left nipple. Then her right. The milk — warm, sweet, carrying the Celestial Chef’s buff properties — beaded on the stiff peaks.

Viktor climbed on her body.

His weight settled over her — not crushing, but present. His hands found her tits. Grabbed. A handful each. The small, firm flesh deformed under his palms. The milk — the fresh, warm, buff-carrying milk — sprayed from the pressure. Thin streams hit his chest. His face. His mouth.

He took them. Both. His mouth closed over one nipple. Then moved to the other. Taking as much of each small tit as he could — the firm flesh filling his mouth, the milk flowing over his tongue.

’Gulp. Gulp.’

The milk hit his system. The 100x Celestial Chef buff — arousal enhancement, stamina recovery — activated. His cock stirred. The shaft — limp, exhausted — began to harden. The blood returned. The tissue engorged. Nine inches. Rising. Pressing against Clara’s belly like a weapon.

He slid down. His mouth still on her tits. Sucking. Pulling. The milk flowing. His hands found her legs. One. Then the other. He spread them apart. Wide. The virgin thighs — thin, young — opened. Her pussy — the hairy, cum-leaking, freshly-deflowered cunt — was exposed. The tail was still inside. Vibrating.

He aligned his cock. Over her pussy. Where the tail was planted.

The head pressed against her entrance. Beside the tail. The double penetration — cock and tail, both entering the same hole — was tight. Impossible. The virgin canal, already stretched by the cock, already vibrating from the tail, was being asked to take more.

He chuckled. Milk overflowed from his mouth. The white fluid ran down his chin, onto Clara’s chest, over her tits. He leaned forward. His lips found her ear.

"Bon appétit," he whispered.

And slammed.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAAAHHH—!!!♡♡♡♡♡!!!"

Clara screamed. The cock — nine inches, steel-hard, milk-enhanced — drove into her cunt alongside the tail. The double penetration — the thick, veiny cock and the scaled, vibrating tail — filled her completely. Her walls stretched. The canal expanded beyond what it had been asked to accommodate minutes ago. The cervix — the same cervix that had absorbed his cum — was hit.

The tail vibrated against his cock. The sensation — the ’she-is-so-tight-the-vibration-is-transmitted-through-her-walls’ feedback — made him harder.

Her body squirted. The double stimulation — cock slamming, tail vibrating — was too much. The fluid sprayed from around the penetration, hitting his stomach, his thighs. She urinated. The warm, yellow fluid mixing with the clear squirt, running over his balls, onto the tile.

He started to fuck her.

PAH PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAAH—!!♡♡!! LORD — MASTER — HAAAH—!!♡♡♡!! IT’S — TWO — TWO THINGS — INSIDE—!!♡♡♡!!"

The room filled with sound. The flesh-slapping — rapid, wet, the PAH PAH PAH of his hips driving into hers. The moans — Clara’s, loud, broken, the ’I-am-being-destroyed’ screams of a woman experiencing double penetration for the first time. The wet, ’schlick-schlick’ of cock and tail moving in a cum-filled, squirt-soaked pussy.

Her whole body was hit. The double stimulus — the thick cock stretching her walls, the vibrating tail stimulating every nerve ending — sent waves through her. Her belly bulged. The outline of the cock — visible through her skin — moved with each thrust. The tail’s vibration added a trembling, ’constant-stimulation’ layer beneath the thrusting.

"AAAHH—!!♡♡!! I CAN’T — TWO — IT’S LIKE TWO COCKS—!!♡♡♡!! HAAANGH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Her eyes rolled. Her tongue extended. Her body — the young, thin, virgin body — was being remade. The 100x stamina. The 100x recovery. The milk-enhanced arousal. Everything combined. Everything fed into the act.

The bathroom filled with sound.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAAH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Viktor kept pounding her through the screams, his milk-slicked cock and vibrating tail working in brutal tandem inside Clara’s ruined pussy. The young maid’s body convulsed wildly beneath him, squirting and pissing in messy arcs that splattered across the bathroom tiles.

But he wasn’t done.

With a low growl, Viktor pulled out — both cock and tail — leaving her gaping, twitching hole to wink obscenely at him. Clara whimpered, eyes glassy, drool running down her chin.

He flipped her over roughly, manhandling her small body like a ragdoll. He forced her onto her back, then grabbed her legs and folded her in half with merciless strength. Her knees slammed against her own shoulders. Her ass lifted high into the air, her freshly-fucked, cum-drooling cunt pointed straight up like an offering. Her head was trapped down below her own hips, chin pressed to her chest, eyes forced to stare up at her own wrecked pussy and his towering cock.

Viktor hooked his powerful arms under her folded thighs, locking her completely. His hands gripped the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, shoving her face even tighter against her own body. She was bent into a vulgar, compact fuck-ball — completely immobilized, her pussy and ass presented like a living onahole.

"Perfect," he snarled. "Look at you. My little conservative wife turned into a cum-dump. Stare at the hole I’m about to wreck."

Clara’s eyes were wide with panic and overwhelming lust, forced to watch everything from inches away. "M-Master... Lord... please— it’s too— I can’t—!"

He didn’t wait.

Viktor slammed his massive, milk-enhanced cock straight down into her upturned cunt in one savage thrust.

PLOOOORCH—!!

"AAAAAAAAAHHH—!!!♡♡♡ LORD—!!! MASTER—!!! IT’S TOO DEEP—!!!♡♡♡"

The position let him drive impossibly deep. His heavy balls slapped loudly against her asshole as he began hammering her like a piston. The angle crushed her womb with every brutal downward stroke. Her belly bulged obscenely upward with the shape of his cock, visible even from her trapped angle.

SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP! SCHLAP!

He fucked her like a cheap onahole, using his locked arms to bounce her entire folded body up and down on his shaft.

Her small tits, still leaking sweet milk, jiggled wildly against her own face. Milk sprayed across her cheeks and open mouth as she screamed.

"HHHAAAAAANGH—!!!♡♡♡ IT’S BREAKING ME—!!! LORD— I’M YOUR HOLE—!!! YOUR SLUT HOLE—!!!♡♡♡"

Clara’s mind was shattering. Tears streamed down her face. Her tongue hung out stupidly, licking at her own leaking milk as her eyes rolled back. She looked like a broken, drooling fucktoy — the once-shy virgin maid reduced to a mindless, crying mess.

Viktor leaned forward, putting even more weight on her folded body. His cock speared straight into her cervix with every thrust, battering it open. The tail returned too — slithering around to vibrate violently against her swollen clit while he destroyed her pussy.

**PHRACK! PHRACK! PHRACK!**

"AAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡ MASTER— I’M LOSING MY MIND—!!! IT FEELS SO GOOD— IT HURTS— LORD SAVE ME—!!!♡♡♡♡ I’M CUMMING— I’M CUMMING AGAIN—!!!"

Her pussy clamped down like a vice, squirting violently upward in powerful jets that splashed across both their bodies. Her eyes crossed completely. Her whole body shook and twitched in his iron grip, completely helpless as he used her like a living fleshlight.

Viktor laughed darkly, pounding even harder, turning her screams into broken, slutty babbles.

"That’s it... Cry for your Lord while I breed you, wife."