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

Chapter 695: Chapter 694- The Fight Between Wives

"Good night," Viktor said.

The words had barely left his mouth when three bodies lurched back to life.

Bella’s silver eyes snapped open. Her small body, which had been curled against his chest like a sleeping cat, suddenly pressed upward. Her hands found his shoulders. Her pregnant belly pushed against his abdomen. Her small breasts, still leaking milk through the thin cotton of her gown, flattened against his skin.

"You are NOT leaving," she said. The whisper was fierce. Desperate. The voice of a woman who had just been fucked into unconsciousness and was now, somehow, wide awake.

Kaida’s head shot up from the pillows. Her red hair was a mess, tangled, sticking to her sweaty forehead. Her green eyes, still glazed from the orgasms his tongue had given her, sharpened. Her hand shot downward. Found his cock. The shaft, softening, still slick with Bella’s cum and Vivian’s saliva, was grabbed. Her fingers wrapped around it. Squeezed.

"Where the hell do you think you’re going?" Kaida growled. The mercenary’s voice was back. Rough. Demanding. The ’you-do-not-get-to-fuck-me-unconscious-and-then-walk-away’ tone that she reserved exclusively for him.

Vivian, between his legs, stirred. Her emerald eyes opened. Her lips, still loosely wrapped around his sac, tightened. She didn’t release. Instead, her tongue resumed its work. Slow. Deliberate. The ’I-am-not-done-with-you’ lick that made his thigh muscles twitch.

"Mmm—" she moaned against his balls. The vibration traveled through the tissue. Her hand, which had been resting on his inner thigh, moved. Found the base of his cock, below Kaida’s grip. Her fingers joined. Two women’s hands on his shaft. One on his balls. "Stay."

Viktor laughed. The sound was genuine. Warm. The laugh of a man who had three women clinging to him like barnacles and couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or concerned.

"It’s fine," he said. His hands found Bella’s shoulders. Gently pushed. She resisted. Her body pressed harder. Her nipples, stiff through the fabric, scraped his chest. "You know I’m kind of busy."

"Busy doing what?" Kaida demanded. Her hand on his cock was stroking. Not to arouse. To claim. The ’this-is-mine-and-you-can’t-take-it-away’ grip that made her competitive nature burn even through the post-orgasm haze. "You have three wives here who need attention."

"What she said," Bella whispered. Her face was in his neck. Her breath was warm. Her lips found his pulse point. Kissed. "We can go more. We can do more. Just stay."

Vivian sucked. Her mouth, still on his testicle, pulled. The suction was hard. The cheek hollowed. The ’please-do-not-leave’ pull that was both pleasure and plea.

"You know," Viktor said, his voice still carrying that amused warmth, "it is a husband’s duty to do something."

"Duty?" Kaida’s eyebrow shot up. Her hand tightened on his shaft. The grip was almost punitive. "Your duty is right here. Inside us. Repeatedly."

"I want your company," Bella whispered against his neck. Her lips moved to his ear. Her tongue found the lobe. Licked. Her small body was practically vibrating with need. "Please."

Viktor sat up. The movement displaced Bella, who slid down his chest. Her hands scrambled for purchase. Kaida was pushed sideways by his rising shoulder. Vivian’s mouth was pulled from his sac with a wet POP.

"You can’t come," he said. The words were direct. Final. "Not until you have given birth. I will not risk your lives."

The three women went still.

Bella’s silver eyes widened. The cat-kin ears, which had been flat with arousal, went flat with a different emotion. Disappointment. Understanding. The combination that made her lower lip tremble.

"But—" she started.

"No," Viktor said. His hand found her cheek. Cupped. His thumb wiped the dried tears from her earlier orgasm. "The babies come first. Your safety comes first. When you have given birth, recovered, and healed, then you can come with me."

Kaida’s jaw clenched. Her green eyes, the Catorian green, burned. The mercenary in her wanted to argue. Wanted to fight. Wanted to demand. But the mother in her, the part that had grown over the months, the part that felt the child move in her belly, knew he was right.

"Damn it," she whispered. The words came through her teeth. "Fine."

Vivian sat back on her heels. Her emerald eyes were wet. Her hands rested on her pregnant belly. The chubby elf, the mother of his child-to-be, accepted the judgment with the quiet, patient nature of her kind.

"As you say, husband," she murmured. The submission was graceful. Complete. The ’I-trust-you’ surrender that made Viktor’s chest tighten.

He leaned forward. Kissed Bella. Her lips were soft, warm, tasting of milk and sweat. She kissed back. Her small hands found his face. Held. The kiss was brief. Tender. Not the brutal claiming of earlier. The goodbye.

He kissed Kaida. She bit his lip. Hard. Drew blood. The mercenary’s goodbye. The ’I-hate-you-for-leaving-and-I-love-you-for-caring’ bite that said everything her pride wouldn’t let her say.

He kissed Vivian. Her lips, still tasting of his balls, wrapped around his tongue. She sucked. The kiss was wet. Deep. The elf’s goodbye, flavored with devotion and salt.

He stood.

"NOT GOING—" Kaida started, sitting up.

"OR WE WILL COME—" Bella added, rising.

A voice cut through the bedroom.

"Let him leave."

Mira stood in the doorway. Her dark gown, the one she had worn to the northern border, was still on. Her black hair was loose, falling past her shoulders. Her green eyes found the three women on the bed. The expression on her face was calm. Authoritative. The ’I-have-already-decided-this-and-you-will-listen’ expression of a woman who had destroyed an army and a barbarian tribe in the same night.

Helena stood beside her. The nanny, the first wife, the Demon Sovereign. Her brown hair was tied back. Her gown was simple. Her violet-and-gold eyes were warm. In her arms, a baby nursed.

Two women. Two babies.

Mira held hers in her left arm. The infant, small and pink, was latched onto her nipple through the opened neckline of her gown. The suckling sound was soft. Rhythmic. The tiny mouth working, the cheeks hollowing with each pull.

Helena held hers against her chest. The baby was quiet. Not feeding. Just resting. The small head, covered in fine dark hair, was pressed against Helena’s collarbone. The violet-and-gold eyes looked down at the infant with the maternal warmth that no amount of demonic power could erase.

The three women on the bed stared.

"Wait—" Kaida’s voice was strained. Her green eyes went from the babies to the women. From the women to the babies. "You both... already..."

"Given birth," Mira said. The statement was simple. Fact. "Hours ago."

"SO THAT’S WHY YOU CAN—" Bella started. Her silver eyes were wide. Her cat-kin ears twitched. The realization hit her like cold water. The two women who had already given birth could be with Viktor. The three who hadn’t could not. The injustice of biology.

Behind Mira and Helena, a third figure appeared.

Elara.

The succubus. Her pink hair, the color of cherry blossoms, fell past her waist. Her pink eyes, the sultry, half-lidded gaze of a demon whose very nature was seduction, found the scene on the bed. Her body, curvaceous and deliberately provocative, was wrapped in a sheer gown that hid nothing. Her tail, thin and barbed, swayed behind her. She leaned against the doorframe. Smiled.

"What she said," Elara purred. Her voice was honey. Velvet. The kind of voice that made skin prickle and pulses quicken. "Let the man go. He has work to do."

The three pregnant women on the bed erupted.

"THIS IS BULLSHIT—" Kaida screamed. Her fist hit the mattress. The bed shook. "YOU ALL HAVE ALREADY GIVEN BIRTH SO YOU CAN SEE HIM WHENEVER YOU WANT—"