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

Chapter 680: Chapter 679 - The Pleading to Be Useful

Helena said. Her voice was thick. Sleepy. The ’I-just-woke-up-and-you-are-carrying-a-demoness-on-your-cock’ voice of a woman who had been through too much to be truly surprised.

Viktor looked at her. At his first wife. At the nanny. At the woman whose pregnant belly was round and full, whose brown hair was a mess, whose brown eyes were tired but present.

"Can you help me a bit, Helena?" he asked. The tone was casual. The ’while-you’re-up’ tone of a man asking for a hand with groceries.

Helena blinked. Looked at the demoness. Looked at the cock — the twelve inches, buried in the demon cunt, the shaft visible between the impaled woman’s spread thighs. Looked at Viktor’s face. At the calm, amused expression.

She snapped her finger.

The power — the proxy of Goddess Gaia, the World Tree Sovereign’s nature communion, the 100x-enhanced botanical authority — activated. The floor of the chamber rippled. The stone cracked. Three vines — thick, green, the bark rough and the leaves luminous — erupted from the ground.

The vines moved. Not randomly — with purpose. With intelligence. The World Tree Sovereign’s communion with nature made the plants extensions of Helena’s will. The vines found Nora. Wrapped around her wrists — pulling her hands from Viktor’s shoulders. Wrapped around her ankles — pulling her legs from his hips. Wrapped around her waist — securing her.

Viktor released her.

Nora fell. Not to the ground — into the air. The vines held her. Suspended. Three feet above the chamber floor. On her back. The vines — one at each wrist, one at each ankle, one around her waist — spread her. Arms wide. Legs open. Body suspended. Like a swing.

She hung there. In the air. Her body — the thick, demon-pale form — swayed slightly. The vines creaked. The leaves rustled. Her pussy — the torn, bleeding, cum-slicked cunt — was exposed. Open. Presented. The red, swollen lips gaped. The cervix — broken, torn — was visible. The pinkish interior of her canal, streaked with blood, was visible.

"What — what is this?!" Nora screamed. Her crimson eyes — still rolled, still glazed — found the vines. Found the leaves. Found the impossible, ’plants-are-holding-me’ reality. "NATURE MAGIC?! SINCE WHEN DO HUMANS—!!"

Viktor walked forward. His cock — still twelve inches, still hard, still slick with her blood and arousal — led the way. The head pressed against her suspended pussy. The angle — her body tilted, her hips raised, her cunt at the perfect height — was exact.

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—!!!♡♡♡!!!"

The swing. The vines — elastic, the 100x-enhanced botanical tissue providing both firmness and give — absorbed the impact and returned it. Her body swung backward on the thrust, then forward on the withdrawal. The pendulum motion — each backward swing driving her onto his cock, each forward swing pulling her off — created a rhythm that was beyond human capability.

He didn’t have to thrust. The swing did it for him. Her body — suspended, helpless — fucked itself on his cock. Each swing — back, forward, back, forward — drove twelve inches in and out. The pace increased. The vines stretched further. The arcs grew wider.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAAAHH—!!!♡♡♡♡♡!!! I CAN’T — IT’S — THE VINES — THEY’RE—!!♡♡♡!! AAANGH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Her body swung. The vines creaked. The leaves shook. Her tits — the heavy mounds, the dark nipples — swung with each arc. The milk-like luminescent fluid — the demon-kin arousal substance — sprayed from her nipples in thin, glowing arcs that caught the candlelight.

He slammed deep. Held. The swing — at the peak of its backward arc — drove her onto him. Full depth. Twelve inches. His cockhead pressed against her womb. His balls pressed against her ass.

He came.

The load — thick, hot, incubus-enhanced — flooded her womb. The first rope hit the wall of her womb. The second filled the space. The third overflowed — the cum leaking around his shaft, running down over her taint, over her ass, dripping onto the floor.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! I CAN FEEL IT — IT’S — INSIDE MY—!!♡♡♡!! WOMB—!!♡♡♡!!"

Her body convulsed. The vines shook. Her crimson eyes — fully rolled back — showed nothing but white. Her mouth hung open. Her tongue hung out. The ’fucked-stupid’ face. The face that every woman Viktor fucked eventually wore.

He pulled out. The cock emerged — slick, dripping, the shaft covered in cum and blood and the luminescent demon fluid. He held it. Stroked it once. The remaining cum — the last drops — beaded on the head.

He turned her.

The vines responded — rotating Nora’s suspended body. She swung around. Her face — the slack-jawed, drooling, cum-stained face — was now at his crotch level. Her tits — the heavy mounds, the dark nipples leaking the glowing fluid — were directly below his cock.

He cleaned his cock on her tits.

The shaft — still hard, still slick — pressed between her mounds. The cum — the mixture of his seed and her blood and her arousal — smeared on the pale flesh. The dark nipples — stiff, sensitive — scraped along the underside of his shaft as he slid back and forth.

’Slither. Slither. Slither.’

The sound was wet. The slick, ’cock-on-tit-flesh’ sound of a man using a woman’s body as a towel.

Nora whimpered. The sound was small. Broken. The ’I-have-been-reduced-to-a-cum-rag’ whimper of a heavenly demon who had commanded armies and destroyed cities and was now having her tits used to clean a cock.

"Mmm—" she mumbled. The sound was barely audible. "Stop... please..."

He didn’t stop. He continued. The shaft — softening now, the 100x stamina finally reaching its limit after four sessions — slid between her tits. The cum smeared. The luminescent fluid mixed with the white. Her chest — the pale, demon-pale skin — was covered. Marked. Stained.

Then Helena moved.

The nanny — the first wife, the maternal woman — pulled the vines aside. Not roughly — gently. The vines released Nora, swinging her to the side. The demoness hung there — suspended, swaying gently, her body limp, her eyes rolled, her tits covered in cum and glowing fluid.

Helena stood. Her pregnant body — the big belly, the wide hips, the enormous milk-swollen tits — rose from the bed. She walked. Past the demoness. Past Viktor. To the center of the room.

She snapped her finger.

The floor rippled. The stone cracked. But this time, not vines. Something else. Something beautiful.

A rose bed.

A platform of interwoven roses — dark red petals, the color of blood, the stems thick and reinforced by the Proxy Of Goddess Gaia — rose from the ground. The platform lifted. Helena stepped onto it. The roses — soft, fragrant, the petals cushioning her bare feet — carried her upward.

She rose. To Viktor’s eye level. Then past it. She moved — the rose bed sliding through the air, the nature magic carrying her — toward the mirror. The full-length mirror on the wall. The same mirror that Mira had been pressed against.

The rose bed settled. In front of the mirror. Helena stood on it — her pregnant body reflected in the glass, her brown eyes meeting their own gaze. She looked at herself. At the belly. At the tits. At the body that had been fucked and used and filled with his cum.

She looked at Viktor. His cock — softening, hanging, the shaft still slick — was below her. She was above him. On her rose bed. At his eye level. Looking down.

Her hands found her knees. The vines — smaller ones, thinner, growing from the rose bed — wrapped around her legs. Tying her knees together on one side, spreading them on the other. The position — one knee closed, one knee open, her pregnant belly visible, her pussy partially exposed — was awkward. Maternal. The ’I-am-pregnant-and-I-am-offering’ position of a woman who knew what she wanted.

Her hand came forward. Towards her pregnant belly. She spread her fingers. The gesture — the ’this-is-your-child’ presentation — was instinctive. Her other hand found her pussy — the hairy, swollen, cum-leaking cunt. She spread the lips. The pink flesh — dark, engorged, the pregnancy hormones making everything more sensitive — was visible. Wet. Ready.

She gasped. Looked at Viktor. Her brown eyes — tired, maternal, but burning — found his.

"Please, husband," she said. Her voice was quiet. Steady. The ’I-have-decided’ voice of a woman who had made a choice. "I also want to be useful."

Viktor raised an eyebrow. His cock — softening, hanging — twitched. Not hardening. Not yet. But interested. The ’tell-me-more’ twitch of a man who was listening.

He looked away. Past Helena. Past the mirror. Through the window. To the north.

The horizon glowed.

A distant flash — miles away, beyond the northern dunes — illuminated the sky. The light was green. Flickering. The residue of ninth-circle magic — Mira’s magic, the aftereffect of her battle, the mana circles still burning their patterns into the earth. The glow was faint from this distance, but present. A reminder. A signal. The ’your-wife-just-destroyed-an-army’ beacon that lit the northern sky.

Helena saw it. Understood. The purpose. The reason Viktor was doing this — the reason he had fucked Mira, the reason he had fucked Nora, the reason he was fucking Clara, the reason he was here, now, looking at her pregnant belly and her spread pussy.

’The power transfer,’ she thought. The realization was clear. ’When Mira gave birth, she received the abilities. When I give birth...’

’He needs to make me give birth. Now. Tonight. Before the war reaches us.’