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

Chapter 698: Chapter 697- Taking Waves Together All Night Long

Mira chuckled. The sound was low. Warm. The ’you-are-so-easy-to-fluster’ chuckle that she had discovered recently and exploited relentlessly.

"Just give a name to the champ," she said. Her lips brushed his ear as she spoke. The contact was deliberate. The ’I-am-your-wife-and-I-will-tease-you-as-much-as-I-want’ contact.

Viktor looked down. At Helena’s son. The infant in his left arm. The dark-haired, quiet, observing child who had blinked at him.

"Sid," he said. The name came without thought. Without deliberation. The sound felt right. Short. Strong. The kind of name that carried weight without being heavy.

He looked at Mira’s son. The infant in his right arm. The toothed, gripping, grinning child who had bitten his finger.

"Ryan," he said. The name matched. Light but solid. The kind of name that could be shouted across a battlefield or whispered in a nursery.

Both mothers felt it. The shift. The names, spoken by the father, settled over the children like a blessing. Like a claim. Like a ’these-are-my-sons-and-they-have-names-because-I-gave-them-names.’

Mira’s arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. Her chin rested on his head. Her lips kissed his hair.

"Indeed," she said. Her voice was soft. The Voice of Dominion was absent. Just Mira. The perverted MILF who had erased an army and was now kissing her husband’s hair because he had named their son. "You have got a very good naming sense. At least for the babies."

Helena approached. Her hand found his shoulder. The violet-and-gold eyes looked down at Sid. At the name. At the child who now had an identity.

"Sid," she repeated. The name on her lips was a prayer. A consecration. The Demon Sovereign, the woman who could crush demon kings, whispered her son’s name and it sounded like a hymn.

The women laughed. The sound was warm. Not mocking. The ’our-husband-is-a-good-father’ laughter that filled the room with something that had nothing to do with sex or power or war.

Viktor looked outside. Through the window. At the night sky. The stars. The moon. The faint, fading glow on the northern horizon that was the last remnant of Mira’s mana circles.

’I need to become more strong,’ he thought. The thought was absolute. Inflexible. The kind of thought that wasn’t a wish but a vow. ’More. And more. And more. Until no one can even touch what is mine.’

The babies slept.

Two small beds, positioned beside the king-sized bed, held the infants. The beds were padded with soft linen, lined with rose petals that Helena’s nature magic had grown. The babies, Sid and Ryan, lay in their beds. Eyes closed. Mouths working in sleep. The tiny fists, relaxed for the first time, rested on their bellies.

The king-sized bed was occupied.

Six women. One man.

Viktor stood at the foot of the bed. His towel was gone. His cock, twelve inches, hard, the 100x stamina and the incubus regeneration having fully replenished his reserves, stood upward. The shaft, thick and veined, the head swollen and dark, pulsed with each heartbeat.

The six women were arranged before him.

Bella. Kaida. Vivian. Elara. Mira. Helena.

The first three were on their hands and knees on the bed. Their pregnant bellies hanging beneath them. Their hips raised. Their faces pressed into the mattress. Their pussies, wet and swollen and ready, presented. Three pairs of lips, three entrances, three women waiting.

Elara was beside them. The succubus, her pink hair cascading, her body curved and deliberate, was on her back. Her legs spread. Her pussy, the succubus cunt that was always wet, always ready, always hungry, glistened.

Mira and Helena were at the far end of the bed. The two who had already given birth. The two whose bodies were recovered, whose pussies were ready, whose wombs were empty and waiting.

Viktor started with Bella.

His cock found her entrance. The tight, pink, cat-kin cunt that gripped like a vice. He pushed in. Nine inches. The reduced size, the accommodating setting. Bella screamed into the mattress.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡!! VIKTOR—!!♡♡!!"

His hands found her hips. Her small, narrow hips. The contrast, his large hands on her tiny frame, was stark. He pulled back. Slammed.

Pah Pah Pah—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡!! TOO DEEP—!!♡♡!! I CAN’T—!!♡♡♡!!"

He fucked her. Hard. Fast. The PAH PAH PAAH of his hips against her small, round ass filled the room. Her pregnant belly swung with each thrust. Her small tits leaked milk into the sheets. Her tail, puffed and rigid, shook with each impact.

His tail found Kaida.

The prehensile appendage slid between the red-haired woman’s thighs. Found her pussy. The wet, aroused, swollen cunt that had been waiting for thirty minutes. The tail pushed in. The vibration started.

BZZZZ—!!

"AAAAAH—!!♡♡♡!! DAMN—!!♡♡♡!! YOU—!!♡♡♡!!"

Kaida’s body convulsed. The instant orgasm. The tail, vibrating against her walls, against her G-spot, against every nerve ending in her canal, was too much. She came. Immediately. The fluid squirted onto the sheets.

Viktor continued with Bella. His cock, nine inches, driving in and out. His hips, blurring. His balls, swinging, hitting her clit with each thrust.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! I’M CUMMING—!!♡♡♡!! AGAIN—!!♡♡♡!!"

Bella came. The cat-kin orgasm. The full-body lock. Her pussy clamped. His cock was trapped. The walls milked. The squeezing, the gripping, the ’don’t-leave’ pressure that made his balls tighten.

He pulled out before he came. The cock emerged with a wet POP. Bella collapsed. Face in the mattress. Ass in the air. Cum and arousal leaking from her gaping cunt.

He moved to Kaida.

His cock, still hard, still slick with Bella’s fluids, found Kaida’s entrance. The mercenary’s pussy. The tight, muscular cunt that clenched with the same competitive fire as its owner. He pushed in. Nine inches. One thrust.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡!! FINALLY—!!♡♡!!"

His tail, still inside Kaida, vibrated alongside his cock. The dual stimulation, the thick shaft and the vibrating appendage, made her scream. The sound was loud. Raw. The ’two-things-inside-me’ scream that Clara had given the night before.

PAH PAH PAH PAAH—!!

"AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! IT’S LIKE—!!♡♡♡!! TWO COCKS—!!♡♡♡!! I CAN’T—!!♡♡♡!!"

He fucked her. The pace was different from Bella’s. Slower. Deeper. Each thrust a full-length stroke that withdrew to the head and drove back to the hilt. Kaida’s pregnant belly swayed. Her red hair, matted with sweat, stuck to her back. Her green eyes, rolled back, showed white.

"AAAANGH—!!♡♡!! I LOVE—!!♡♡!! I HATE—!!♡♡♡!! I LOVE—!!♡♡♡!! YOU—!!♡♡♡!!"

He came. Inside her. The load filled her canal. The cum, thick and hot, flooded her walls. Her body convulsed. Another orgasm. The walls clenched. The fluid squirted around his shaft, mixing with his cum, running down her thighs.

He pulled out. Moved to Vivian.

The elf. The chubby, green-haired, emerald-eyed elf. Her pussy, the swollen, pregnant, puffy cunt that he had fucked earlier, was still leaking his cum from the first session. He pushed in. The cum inside her squelched. The sound was wet. Obscene.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡!! HUSBAND—!!♡♡!!"

He fucked her. The thrusts were deep. Slow. The kind that made her chubby body rock forward and backward. Her large breasts, hanging beneath her, swung with each thrust. The milk, the buff-carrying fluid, dripped from her nipples onto the sheets.

PAH PAH PAH—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! SO DEEP—!!♡♡♡!! IN MY BELLY—!!♡♡♡!!"

His tail, freed from Kaida, found Elara. The succubus, on her back, legs spread, was already cumming. Her pussy, the supernatural cunt that produced its own lubrication, was gushing. The tail entered her. The vibration hit.

"AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡!! MASTER—!!♡♡♡♡♡!!"