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

Chapter 692: Chapter 691- The Trio Seems too much Addicted

’Why her?’ Kaida thought. The jealousy was sharp. Hot. The mercenary’s competitive fire, channeled into a new arena. ’Why does she get to go first? I’m his wife too. I’m pregnant with his child too. My pussy is tight too. Tighter than hers. I bet mine is tighter. I bet I could make him cum faster than that chubby elf.’

’He should be fucking me. Not her. Me.’

’Stupid elf. Stupid puffy pussy. Stupid—’

Viktor’s hand connected with Vivian’s ass. The slap was sharp. The sound cut through the throne room. The red handprint appeared on the pale flesh. Vivian screamed.

"AAAHH—!!♡♡!!"

The slap made Bella’s fingers freeze. Made Kaida’s breath catch. Both women stared. At the red mark. At the way the flesh deformed under his hand. At the way Vivian’s body clenched around his cock after the impact.

’He should do that to me,’ both women thought. Simultaneously. Independently. Neither knew the other was thinking the same thing.

Viktor fucked Vivian for half an hour.

Thirty minutes. The throne room filled with the sounds. The PAH PAH PAAH of flesh meeting flesh. The AAAAHH-♡♡ of Vivian’s screams. The mmm-♡ of her moans when the pain subsided and the pleasure took over. The creaking of the throne. The wet schlick-schlick of cock in cunt. The slurp-slap-slurp of his shaft moving through the accumulated fluids.

Vivian’s pussy was a mess. The arousal, thick and clear, had mixed with his pre-cum. The fluid ran down her thighs. Pooled on the marble floor. The wet spot beneath her was spreading. Her belly, swinging with each thrust, was damp with sweat. Her breasts, hanging beneath her, were leaking milk continuously. The white fluid dripped from her nipples and joined the pool on the floor.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! I’M—!! I’M GOING TO—!!♡♡♡!! CUM—!!♡♡♡!!"

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah—!!

"AAAANGH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!!"

She came. The orgasm was visible. Her body convulsed. Her back arched. Her hands gripped the armrests so hard the wood cracked. Her pussy clenched around his cock, the walls squeezing, milking, the vaginal muscles contracting in rapid waves. The fluid, the squirt, hit his stomach. Ran down his shaft. Over his balls.

Viktor didn’t stop. He fucked her through the orgasm. The thrusts continued. The rhythm didn’t change. The PAH PAH PAH continued through her clenching, through her screaming, through her convulsing.

"HAAAAH—!!♡♡♡!! TOO MUCH—!!♡♡♡!! I CAN’T—!!♡♡♡!! STOP—!!♡♡♡!! PLEASE—!!♡♡♡!!"

The overstimulation hit. The orgasm became pain became pleasure became pain again. The cycle. The loop. The body unable to distinguish between the sensations, processing everything as overwhelming, too-much, ’more.’

He came.

The load was thick. Heavy. The cum flooded her canal in hot, pulsing ropes. The first rope hit her cervix. The second filled the canal. The third overflowed. The white fluid leaked around his shaft, running down her thighs, joining the pool on the floor.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! I CAN FEEL IT—!!♡♡♡!! INSIDE—!!♡♡♡!!"

He pulled out. The cock emerged with a wet POP. The shaft was slick with cum and arousal. The head dripped. Vivian’s pussy, stretched and swollen, gaped. The entrance, the pink lips, the pink interior, was visible. Open. Leaking. The cum, white and thick, ran from the opening in slow, heavy streams.

Vivian collapsed. Her body slid off the throne. Her knees hit the marble floor. Her pregnant belly rested on the cold stone. Her face pressed against the floor. Her emerald eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Drool and cum leaked from her lips.

She didn’t move. The fucked-stupid state. The ’my-body-has-shut-down’ response to overwhelming pleasure.

Viktor looked at Bella and Kaida.

Both women were frozen. Hands in their dresses. Eyes wide. Faces flushed. Panting.

He reached for Bella.

His hand found her wrist. The wrist that was between her thighs. He pulled. She came. Off the dais. Toward him. Her small body, light and easy to move, was guided. Turned. Bent over the throne. The same throne Vivian had just been bent over. The armrests, still warm, still damp with the elf’s milk and sweat, received Bella’s hands.

Her dress was pulled up. Over her hips. Her ass, small and round and firm, was exposed. The cat-kin tail, puffed and twitching, was raised. Her pussy, the small, tight, pink cunt, was visible between her thighs. The lips, smaller than Vivian’s, were sealed. Tight. Wet. The arousal glistened on the pink flesh but the entrance was closed. Virgin-tight. The cat-kin biology, designed for a select mate, kept the canal sealed until the mate was present.

Viktor’s cock, still hard, still slick with Vivian’s fluids, pressed against Bella’s entrance.

"Bella," he said. His voice was quiet.

Her silver eyes, over her shoulder, found his. The pupils were dilated. The silver irises were thin rings around black. Her cat-kin ears were flat. Her tail was wrapped around her own thigh. Her body was trembling.

"Yes," she whispered. The word was all she could manage. The ’yes-please-yes’ that her body had been screaming for the past thirty minutes.

He pushed in.

Pah—!!

"AAH—!!♡!!"

One inch. Two. The tight cat-kin canal, never fully adjusted to his size despite months of fucking, stretched. The walls gripped. The tissue compressed. The friction was intense. Bella’s small body lurched forward. Her hands gripped the armrests. Her tail shot straight up.

Three inches. Four. The canal deepened. The walls, producing lubrication in response to the penetration, began to ease. The wet warmth surrounded his cock. The tightness lessened. Slightly. But not much. The cat-kin body, built for a mate, gripped like a glove.

Five inches. Six.

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

Seven inches. Eight. Nine. Full depth. The cockhead pressed against her cervix. The small, cat-kin cervix, tighter than a human’s, resisted. But the pressure was there. Constant. Insistent.

He started to fuck her.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! VIKTOR—!!♡♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡♡!!"

The sounds were different from Vivian’s. Higher. Thinner. The cat-kin vocal cords, designed for different frequencies, produced a different pitch. The screams were sharper. More melodic. The moans were breathier. More desperate.

Pah Pah Pah—!!

"HAAAH—!!♡♡!! AAANGH—!!♡♡!! NIEENGH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Her belly, also pregnant, pulsed. Each thrust, each impact, each deep penetration sent a visible wave through her lower abdomen. The bump, small but present, moved. The skin rippled. The flesh beneath shifted as his cock displaced organs and pressed against the uterus wall.

Bella’s hands, on the armrests, were claws. The cat-kin nails, sharp and retractable, had extended. They dug into the wood. The gouges were deep. The sound of claw on wood, the scraping, added to the symphony of flesh-slapping and screaming.

"It’s too big," Bella gasped. Her voice was broken. Each word was punctuated by a thrust. "It’s — AAH—!!♡!! — too big — HAAH—!!♡♡!! — every time — NNGH—!!♡♡!! — it’s too big — every time—!!"

Her inner thoughts were different from her words.

’I love it. I love it. I love it. He’s so deep. He’s so big. He’s filling me. He’s stretching me. I can feel him in my stomach. I can feel his cockhead against my womb. My baby’s home. He’s touching my baby’s home. He’s so strong. He’s so beautiful. I love him. I love him. I love his cock. I love his body. I love being his. I love being his wife. I love being his cat. I love—’

PAH PAH PAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!!"