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

Chapter 708: Chapter 707- Taking a Ktorian Noble Lady in Rough Angles

His hands found her waist. Lifted. Her body, the thick mature body that had borne children, rose off the ground. He carried her. Three steps. To the wall. To the decorative railing that lined the hallway’s interior balcony. Her back hit the stone. The impact was firm but controlled. Not painful. Possessive.

He set her on the railing. Her legs dangled. Her gown, already displaced, rode up. Her thighs, pale and thick, were exposed to mid-hip. The panty, the thin cotton, was visible. The wet spot, dark and obvious, covered the center.

His hands found her breasts. Both of them. He pushed the neckline down further. Both cups of the bra were pulled. Both nipples, stiff and leaking, were exposed. He kneaded. The flesh deformed under his fingers. The milk, from both breasts, beaded and ran. The white fluid traced the curves of her mounds and dripped onto the blue silk of her gown.

"Lift," he said. The command was one word. Directed at her skirt.

Evriana’s hands, trembling, found the hem of her gown. She lifted. The fabric rose. Past her knees. Past her thighs. To her hips. The panty, the wet, milk-stained, arousal-soaked cotton, was fully exposed.

Viktor looked at it. At the wet spot. At the dark hair visible through the thin fabric. At the way the cotton clung to the swollen lips beneath.

"You shaved last time," he said. His voice was conversational. The ’I-remember-every-detail’ tone. "But now you haven’t. You were waiting for me."

"No," Evriana whispered. The denial was automatic. Unconvincing.

He pulled the panty down. The fabric, wet and clinging, peeled from her skin. The lips, swollen and pink, were revealed. The dark hair, thick and untrimmed, covered her mound. The arousal, clear and thin, dripped from the entrance. The inner lips, slightly darker, peeked from within the outer folds. The clitoris, engorged and sensitive, was hidden beneath its hood.

He pressed her against the wall. His mouth found her belly. The skin, soft and warm, received his lips. He kissed. Open-mouthed. Wet. His tongue traced the curve of her navel. Dipped in. The sensation, the warm wet muscle in her belly button, made her stomach clench.

Then his face descended.

Into her skirt. Into the raised fabric. His head disappeared beneath the silk. His mouth found her inner thigh. Licked. The skin, sensitive and pale, jumped under his tongue. He moved higher. Up the thigh. To the crease where leg met hip. He kissed. Sucked. Left a mark. The purple bruise bloomed on the white skin.

"Viktor—♡! What are you—♡!"

His mouth found her pussy.

The first contact, his lips against her outer labia, made her scream. The sound bounced off the hallway walls. She bit her palm. The teeth marks indented her skin. Her free hand, the one not muffling her scream, found his hair through the skirt. Gripped.

He licked. The flat of his tongue, broad and wet, ran from the bottom of her slit to the top. The taste, the musky, sweet, slightly salty flavor of a mature woman’s arousal, filled his mouth. His tongue found the inner lips. Parted them. Pushed inside.

"AAAAHH—♡♡!!"

His tongue explored her canal. The walls, wet and warm, gripped the muscle. The ridges inside, the textured flesh of a woman’s vagina, were mapped by his tongue. He found the front wall. The rough patch. He pressed. Licked. The G-spot stimulation was direct.

Her leg went over his shoulder. The thigh, thick and warm, rested on his shoulder blade. Her pussy, now fully accessible, was open. His mouth sealed around her entrance. His tongue, inside, worked. In and out. In and out. The rhythm matched the unconscious grinding of her hips.

"NO—♡♡!! STOP—♡♡!! I AM YOUR—♡♡!! AUNT—♡♡♡!!"

He found her clit. The hood, retracted by arousal, exposed the nub. His tongue found it. Circled. Pressed. The nerve endings, concentrated and sensitive, fired. Her body convulsed.

"AAAAAAHH—♡♡♡♡♡!!"

She came. The orgasm, the first from oral, hit like a wave. The walls clenched around his tongue. The fluid, the clear thin squirt, hit his face. His chin. His cheeks. He drank. His tongue continued through the orgasm, extending it, making it last.

Her body went limp. Over his shoulder. Over the railing. Her hands, which had been gripping his hair, released. Fell to her sides. Her head tilted back. Her mouth was open. The drool ran down her chin.

He pulled out. His face emerged from beneath her skirt. Wet. Shining with her arousal. He looked at her. At the glazed brown eyes. At the open mouth. At the flushed chest. At the nipples, still leaking milk. At the pussy, swollen and dripping, visible between her spread thighs.

He cleaned his face. On her pussy. His tongue, one last long stroke, cleaned the fluids from her lips. The sensation, on her post-orgasm sensitive flesh, made her whole body twitch.

He unzipped.

The sound of the zipper. The rustle of fabric. The cock, twelve inches, the full enhanced size, swung free. The shaft, thick and veined, the head dark and swollen, stood upright. The length, the girth, the weight of it, was visible in the candlelight.

"Can I cum now?" he said. The question was directed at her. The ’I-am-asking-permission’ question that was actually a statement.

Evriana trembled. Her brown eyes, wet and glazed, found his face. Then his cock. At twelve inches. At the thickness. At the veins. At the head, dripping pre-cum.

"Just do whatever you want," she whispered. The surrender was complete. The ’you-will-not-even-listen-to-your-aunt’ resignation that was both complaint and permission. "You will not even listen to your aunt."

He chuckled. The sound was low. Warm. Genuine.

His hand found his cock. Held it. The head pressed against her entrance. The wet, swollen, freshly-orgasmed pussy yielded around the tip. The lips parted. The pink interior, wet and warm, was visible. The cockhead, the thick crimson crown, sat at the threshold.

"You look delicious," he said.

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAAAAAHH—♡♡♡♡♡!!"

Twelve inches. One thrust. Full depth. The cock drove through her entrance, past the swollen lips, past the wet canal, past every ridge and fold. The head hit her cervix. The impact was a punch. Her body, seated on the railing, lurched upward. Her belly, the thick mature swell, pushed forward. Her breasts, heavy and unrestrained, swung upward and came back down. The milk sprayed from both nipples. Thin white streams that hit the stone wall behind her.

Her hands found his shoulders. Her nails dug in. Drew blood. The pain, the small red crescents on his skin, didn’t register.

"STOP—♡♡♡!! COVERING—♡♡♡!! MY MOUTH—♡♡♡!!"

He covered her mouth. His palm, large and warm, sealed her lips. The scream died. The sound that came through was muffled. Wet. The ’I-am-screaming-into-his-hand’ sound that was both plea and moan.

He lifted her. Off the railing. Her body, impaled on his cock, rose. His hands found her ass. Both cheeks. Gripped. The thick, mature flesh filled his palms. He held her. Suspended. Her legs, wrapped around his waist, locked. Her arms, around his neck, held.

He fucked her against the wall.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"MMMM—♡♡!! MMMPH—♡♡!! HMMMM—♡♡♡!!"

The moans, muffled by his hand, came in rhythm with the thrusts. Each PAH produced a sound. Each deep thrust, the full twelve inches withdrawing to the head and driving back to the hilt, made her body rock. Her back slid against the stone wall. The friction, the rough surface against her silk gown, was uncomfortable. She didn’t care.

Her face buried into his arms. The ’I-cannot-take-this’ gesture of a woman being fucked senseless against a hallway wall. Her tears, running freely, soaked his sleeve. Her drool, from behind his hand, ran down his wrist.

"Please—♡♡!! Stop—♡♡♡!! Be gentle—♡♡♡!!"

PAH PAH PAH—!!