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

Chapter 682: Chapter 681- Helena Getting His Abilities

The tit-fuck. The slow, measured, ’I-am-using-your-body’ rhythm of a man sliding his cock between the largest, softest, most milk-filled tits in the household. The shaft — twelve inches, the length meaning the head emerged from her cleavage on each upthrust — appeared and disappeared. The head pressed against her chin. Her lips. Her tongue.

"Suck it," he said.

Helena opened her mouth. Her tongue extended. The head — the thick, crimson, milk-and-cum-covered head — entered her mouth. She sucked. Her lips wrapped around the ridge. Her tongue swirled over the slit.

’Slurp. Mmph. Slurp.’

"Mmm—" she moaned. The sound was muffled. The vibration traveled through his cockhead, down his shaft. Her mouth — the nanny’s mouth, the maternal mouth, the mouth that had sung him lullabies and fed him medicine — was sucking his cock while her tits milked his shaft.

’Slurp. Slurp. Mmm—’

Down below, the maids moved. Clara — still on the floor, still fucked-stupid — wasn’t responsive. But Sera — the guard’s wife, the twenty-six-year-old who had been watching through the doorway — entered. She moved to the rose bed. To the baby. The vines — the nature magic — lowered the newborn into her arms.

The umbilical cord. Sera handled it — the clamps, the cut, the clean. Professional. Efficient. The baby cried.

"WAAAAAH—! WAAAAAH—!"

Helena heard it. Through the cock in her mouth. Through the tit-fuck. Through the ’I-just-gave-birth-and-my-husband-is-fucking-my-face’ haze. Her eyes — brown, wet, maternal — found the child. The small, pink, crying infant in the maid’s arms.

She looked up. At Viktor. At his body — the lean, pale, defined body, the six-pack abs flexing with each thrust, the muscles shifting. His cock — between her tits, in her mouth. His face — calm, amused, the same face she had raised from childhood.

’I have become the mother of your child,’ she thought. The words formed clearly. Precisely. Through the cock. Through the pleasure. Through the exhaustion. ’You monster.’

She sucked harder.

’Slurp. SLURP. Mmm—’

His cock twitched. The head — in her mouth — swelled. The shaft — between her tits — throbbed. The cum — building, the third or fourth or fifth load of the night — was rising.

He pulled from her tits. His cock emerged from her cleavage — the shaft slick with milk. He pulled from her mouth. The head left her lips with a wet ’POP.’

He came down.

His body descended. Over hers. His cock — twelve inches, hard, ready — found her pussy. The post-birth pussy — the canal still open, the cervix still gaping, the walls still contracting from the birth.

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAAH—!!!♡♡♡!!!"

The cock drove into her. Full depth. Through the canal. Through the cervix. Into her womb. The empty, ’the-baby-just-left’ space was filled. Instantly. Completely. The twelve inches replaced the child.

Her tongue lolled. Her eyes rolled. Her body — limp, exhausted, broken — accepted. Her walls clenched. The post-birth contractions — the uterine muscles still contracting, still trying to close — gripped his cock. Milking. Squeezing.

He fucked her.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAAH—!!♡♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡♡!! I — I CAN’T—!!♡♡♡!! MY BODY—!!♡♡♡!!"

His hands found her tits. He groped. Both of them. The heavy, milk-filled mounds — the nipples spraying — compressed under his fingers. The milk — the buff-carrying, arousal-enhancing milk — hit his chest. His face. His mouth. He drank. Mid-thrust. Sucking her tit while fucking her womb.

’Gulp. Gulp. Pah. Pah. Gulp. Pah.’

The dual action — drinking milk, fucking womb — fed the cycle. The milk enhanced his arousal. His arousal increased his stamina. His stamina sustained the fucking. The fucking produced more milk. The loop. The infinite, ’I-will-never-stop’ loop.

Helena cried. The tears — the ’I-am-giving-birth-and-being-fucked-and-my-husband-is-drinking-my-milk’ tears — fell. Down her cheeks. Into her brown hair. Onto the roses.

Her body started to glow.

The light — the same divine light that had surrounded Mira during her transfer — emerged from Helena’s skin. The Genesis Saint Authority — the 100x divine healing, the miracle-grade power — activated. The light was golden. Warm. The color of dawn. It radiated from her body — from her tits, from her cunt, from the points where Viktor’s skin touched hers.

[Conditions met. Initiating transfer. Transferring 100% of Host’s acquired abilities to Wife: Helena.]

The system notification — visible only to Viktor — pulsed in his vision. The golden text. The confirmation.

Helena’s body shook. The glow intensified. The light — the golden, divine, ’something-is-happening’ light — expanded. Filled the chamber. The roses — the dark red petals — glowed. The vines — the nature magic constructs — hummed. The mirror — the full-length mirror behind her — reflected the light, doubling it, filling the room.

She screamed.

"AAAAAAHH—!!!♡♡♡♡♡!!!"

The scream was not pain. Not pleasure. It was ’becoming.’ The sound of a body being rewritten. The sound of a woman absorbing power — 100x-multiplied, god-level, the combined abilities of every woman Viktor had fucked — into her cells.

Her eyes glowed. The brown irises — the warm, maternal, nanny’s eyes — shifted. The gold replaced the brown. The divine light. The Genesis Saint Authority’s mark. The eyes of a saintess. The eyes of a goddess.

The abilities flooded in.

[Transferring: Herbal Sovereign — 100x Herb Mastery... complete.]

Her skin rippled. The knowledge — the absolute mastery over every herb, every medicine, every poison, every antidote, every elixir, every alchemical plant — entered her mind. Three thousand years of botanical knowledge, compressed into seconds.

[Transferring: Master Provisioner — 100x Domestic Mastery... complete.]

Her hands — pressed against his back — tingled. The flawless logistics, the inventory management, the survival planning, the organizational perfection — settled into her bones. She could feel it. Every resource in Millbrook. Every supply. Every need. Every deficit. The town — the whole town — was visible to her. A map. A network. A living system she could optimize.

[Transferring: Celestial Chef — 100x Culinary Genius... complete.]

Her tits — the milk-swollen mounds — surged. The milk production increased. The buff properties — the arousal enhancement, the stamina recovery, the resistance, the morale boost — multiplied. The milk that had been thin and sweet became something else. Richer. Thicker. The fluid that would make armies stronger, heal wounds, boost morale. The Celestial Chef’s 100x-enhanced food magic, channeled through breast milk.

[Transferring: Divine Tailor — 100x Textile Expertise... complete.]

Her dress — the torn, stretched maternity garment — rippled. The fabric — the threads, the fibers, the weave — responded. The 100x Divine Tailor ability, settling into her body, made every fiber her servant. The torn dress began to mend. Not visibly — but the potential was there. The ability to create enchanted clothing from any material.

[Transferring: Beast Marshal — 100x Cavalry Master & Beast Tamer... complete.]

Her ears rang. The sound — the telepathic frequency, the beast-command channel — opened. She could hear them. The horses in the stable. The cats in the alley. The birds on the roof. Every beast within miles. Their thoughts. Their fears. Their obedience.

[Transferring: Soul Sovereign — 100x Soul Whisperer... complete.]

Her mind expanded. The emotional spectrum — the ability to read, manipulate, and control emotions — unfolded. She could feel Viktor. Not his body — his ’soul.’ The warmth. The amusement. The ’I-love-you-beneath-the-lust’ emotion that he never spoke but always carried.

[Transferring: Silver Emperor’s Tongue — 100x Silver Tongue... complete.]

Her lips tingled. The diplomacy. The deception. The negotiation. The leadership. The ability to command with words — to sway, to persuade, to dominate through speech — settled into her voice. The Voice of Dominion’s sibling ability. The political weapon.

[Transferring: Forge God — 100x Forge Master... complete.]

Her hands — pressed against Viktor’s back — burned. The forge fire. The ability to create mythical weapons — to shape metal with will, to forge armor that defied physics — entered her fingers. The hands that had once changed his diapers could now forge blades that cut through space.

[Transferring: Grand Artisan — 100x Master Carver... complete.]

The craftsmanship. The perfect, flawless, ’I-can-create-anything’ mastery — settled into her bones. The ability to create living constructs. To carve life from dead material. To build. To shape. To create.

[Transferring: Infinite Sword Dominion... complete.]

Her body shuddered. The sword knowledge — the sovereign sword realm, the instant mastery of every weapon, the limitless blade manifestations, the teleportation through marked blades, the space-cutting techniques — flooded her muscles. The nanny who had never held a sword could now command a battlefield with blades.

[Transferring: Supreme Battlefield Sovereign — 100x Tactical Genius... complete.]

Her mind — already expanded by the Soul Sovereign — grew again. The tactical knowledge. The battlefield prediction. The command ability. The 100x-enhanced strategic genius that could see every move before it happened, could predict every flank, could command every soldier.

[Transferring: Primordial Beast Sovereign — 100x Beastkin Evolution... complete.]

Her senses sharpened. The beast instincts. The supernatural senses. The silent movement. The fear aura. The perfect reflexes. The command over feline beasts. The adaptive predator physiology. The nanny’s body — the maternal, soft, thick body — was now also a predator’s body.

[Transferring: Genesis Saint Authority — 100x Divine Healing... complete.]