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

Chapter 691: Chapter 690- Kaida Getting Riled Up

Her pussy was visible between her thighs. The outer lips, plump and swollen with pregnancy, were pink. The inner lips, slightly darker, peeked out. The entrance was wet. Glistening. The arousal, thick and clear, dripped from the opening and ran down her inner thigh.

Viktor spat.

The saliva landed on her pussy. The glob hit the swollen lips and ran downward. Mixing with her own arousal. The wetness increased.

Vivian trembled. Her hands gripped the armrests. Her knuckles went white. Her emerald eyes squeezed shut.

"Wait," she whispered. "It will hurt."

Viktor positioned his cock. The head, nine inches, the reduced size, pressed against her entrance. The wet, swollen flesh yielded around the tip. The lips parted. The pink interior was visible. Warm. Wet. Ready.

"Nah," Viktor said. His voice was casual. Amused. The same tone he used for everything. "It’s just nine inches."

"No, it’s still too big," Vivian said. She looked over her shoulder. At his cock. At the nine inches pressing against her entrance. The shaft was thick. The head was swollen. The veins were prominent. She could see it clearly, and it looked like a thick cucumber. Long. Thick. The kind of cock that made her wonder how it had ever fit inside her daughter. Inside her. "I can see it. It’s long and big."

She was trembling. Her thick body shook. Her ass cheeks clenched. Her thighs pressed tighter together, trying to protect her pussy from the inevitable.

Viktor leaned forward. His hand found her hip. His fingers dug into the soft, full flesh. He pulled her backward. Toward him. Toward his cock.

"Didn’t you miss me?" he asked.

The question was quiet. Intimate. The tone that he used when he wanted the truth. Not the performance. Not the act. The truth.

Vivian’s emerald eyes found his. The fear was there. The arousal was there. The need was there. All three, mixed together, visible in the green depths.

"Indeed I did," she whispered. The words came out broken. Honest. The admission of a woman who had been alone for too long and needed to be filled.

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Nine inches. One thrust. The cock drove through her entrance, past the swollen lips, past the wet canal, past every ridge and fold. The pregnant elf’s body lurched forward. Her belly swung. Her breasts, heavy and unrestrained, swung beneath her. The thick mounds hit the back of the throne. The impact was wet. Loud. The sound of soft, heavy flesh meeting carved wood.

Her ass rippled. The thick, pale cheeks absorbed the impact of his hips. The flesh deformed. Compressed. The shockwave traveled through her body, from her ass through her hips through her belly through her breasts. Everything moved. Everything jiggled.

Vivian screamed. The sound filled the throne room. Echoed off the stone pillars. Bounced off the vaulted ceiling.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡!! IT’S—!! IT’S TOO—!!♡♡!! DEEP—!!♡♡!!"

Viktor groaned. His head tipped back. His eyes closed. The sound that came from his throat was deep. Satisfied. The sound of a man who had been waiting for this.

"Ah, finally," he said. His voice was strained. Tight. The pleasure was visible on his face. "A tasty, puffy."

The words were crude. Direct. The way he described her pussy. Tasty. Puffy. The swollen, pregnancy-enlarged lips that gripped his shaft. The wet, warm, tight canal that clenched around his cock.

He leaned forward. Over her. His chest pressed against her back. His hands found her breasts. Both of them. He hugged the heavy mounds from behind. His fingers sank into the soft, full tissue. The milk, the buff-carrying fluid, beaded on her nipples. He squeezed. The milk sprayed. Thin, white streams that hit the throne’s armrests.

PAH PAH PAH—!!

He started to fuck her.

Not gently. Not the slow, measured pace he had used on Clara. The full pace. The rhythm that made the throne creak. That made the marble floor vibrate. That made Vivian’s body rock forward and backward with each thrust. The sound of his hips hitting her ass was loud. Sharp. The wet PAH of flesh meeting flesh, amplified by the throne room’s acoustics.

"AAAAAH—!!♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡!! IT HURTS—!!♡♡!! IT’S TOO—!!♡♡♡!! BIG—!!♡♡♡!!"

Pah Pah PAAH—!!

"HNGHH—!!♡!! AAANGH—!!♡♡!! HAAAH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Each thrust drove her forward. Each withdrawal pulled her back. The pendulum motion, the swing of her pregnant body, made her belly swing and her breasts swing and her ass ripple. The throne groaned under the combined weight.

’He’s so deep,’ Vivian thought. Her emerald eyes were rolled. Her tongue was out. The drool ran down her chin. The pleasure was overwhelming. The pain was there, but the pleasure was louder. The cock, nine inches, was filling her completely. The head pressed against her cervix with each thrust. Not breaking it. Not yet. Just pressing. The pressure was constant. Insistent. ’He’s in my belly. His cock is in my belly. I can feel it in my belly.’

’My daughter felt this. Gwen felt this. This cock. This deep. This full.’

’No wonder she became addicted.’

On the dais, Bella and Kaida watched.

Their bodies were pressed together. Involuntarily. The heat radiating from the scene, from the sounds, from the pheromones that Viktor’s body was producing, had drawn them together. Bella’s tail was wrapped around Kaida’s wrist. Kaida’s hand was on Bella’s thigh.

Both women were touching themselves.

Bella’s hand was beneath her dress. Her fingers, delicate and precise, were between her thighs. Her pussy, the small, tight cat-kin cunt, was dripping. Her fingers circled her clit. Slow. Matching the rhythm of Viktor’s thrusts. Each PAH from the throne was matched by a circle of her fingertip.

’He’s so strong,’ Bella thought. Her silver eyes were fixed on his hips. On the muscles of his lower back, flexing with each thrust. On his ass, clenching as he drove forward. On his cock, visible in the flashes between their bodies. The thick shaft, slick with Vivian’s arousal, appearing and disappearing. ’He’s so strong and he’s so beautiful and I want him inside me next.’

’I want him inside me right now.’

’I want him to hold me like that. To grab me. To slam into me. To make me scream like that.’

Her fingers moved faster. Her hips ground against her own hand. Her small body trembled. Her cat-kin ears were flat. Her tail was puffed. Her breathing was ragged.

"Mmm—" she whimpered. The sound was small. Almost inaudible beneath Vivian’s screams and the flesh-slapping. But it was there. The quiet, desperate, ’I-need-him’ whimper of a woman who loved her husband and wanted him inside her.

Kaida was less subtle.

Her hand was inside her dress. Not beneath it. Inside the neckline. Her fingers were on her own breast, the one Viktor had been squeezing. The milk was still leaking. Her fingers were slick with it. She squeezed herself, trying to recreate his grip. It wasn’t the same. Her own hands were too small. Too soft. Not his.

"Damn it," she whispered. The words were through clenched teeth. The frustration was clear. The arousal was clearer. Her green eyes were fixed on his cock.

On the shaft going in and out of Vivian’s cunt. On the wet, slurping sound each thrust made. On the way the elf’s ass rippled with each impact. "Damn it, damn it, damn it."