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

Chapter 718: Chapter 717- Priestess got too much to be Stuffed

She came. The orgasm, the latest in the series, hit. The walls clenched. The fluid squirted. The grip, the vaginal muscles squeezing his shaft, was intense. The pressure, the ’I-am-milking-you’ contractions, made his balls tighten.

He pulled out.

The cock emerged with a wet POP. The shaft, twelve inches, was covered in blood and arousal. The pink fluid, the virgin blood mixed with her cum, coated every inch. Her pussy, stretched and swollen and gaping, was open. The entrance, the formerly-sealed virgin entrance, was now a gaping, leaking hole. The blood, the red fluid, ran down her thighs.

He grabbed her breasts. Pushed them together. The mounds, the heavy, milk-leaking mounds, were pressed around his cock. The shaft, slick with blood and cum, slid between them.

The tit fuck.

Pah pah pah—

The motion was smooth. His hips, driving upward, pushed his cock through the valley of her breasts. The head, emerging from the top of her cleavage, hit her chin. The pre-cum, thin and clear, smeared on her jaw. The milk, leaking from both nipples, ran down the mounds and coated his shaft. The combination, the ’her-milk-is-lubricating-his-cock-between-her-tits’ combination, was obscene.

His tail arose. The prehensile appendage, scaled and responsive, found her left breast. The tip, narrow and textured, circled her nipple. The vibration started. The milk, stimulated, flowed. The white fluid, thin and sweet, ran from her nipple onto his cock. The shaft, already slick, became more so. The tit fuck, already smooth, became frictionless.

Pah pah pah pah—

"NO—!!♡!! NOT MY—!!♡!! BREASTS—!!♡!! TOO MUCH—!!♡♡!!"

His tail moved. From her breast. Down. Between her legs. The tip found her pussy. The gaping, swollen, freshly-fucked cunt was there. The tail pressed against the entrance. Not penetrating. Resting on the outside. The vibration, the high-frequency, intense vibration, was against her outer lips. Against her clit. The ’he-is-vibrating-my-clit-while-fucking-my-tits’ dual stimulation was too much.

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

She came. The orgasm, the latest, hit. The fluid squirted from her pussy. The spray, thin and clear, hit the hay. Her body convulsed. Her breasts, around his cock, clenched. The mounds compressed. The friction increased.

He came.

The load, thick and hot, erupted from his cock. The cum, the first rope, hit her chin. The second, her lips. The third, her cheek. The fourth, her nose. The fifth, her forehead. The thick, white fluid, rope after rope, covered her face. The ’he-is-cumming-on-my-face’ reality that was the most degrading, most obscene, most ’I-am-his’ thing that had ever happened to her.

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! NO—!!♡♡♡!! MY FACE—!!♡♡♡!! IT IS—!!♡♡♡!! ALL OVER—!!♡♡♡!! MY FACE—!!♡♡♡♡!!"

The cum, the thick white fluid, ran down her face. Into her eyes. Into her mouth. The taste, the salt and the musk and the ’his’ flavor, hit her tongue. Her body, overstimulated, broke.

She fell. Face first. Into the hay. Her ass, still in the air, presented. Her pussy, still dripping. Her face, covered in cum, pressed into the dry stalks.

He wasn’t done.

He lifted her leg. The left one. Placed it on his shoulder. The position, the sideways, ’one-leg-up’ position, opened her from a new angle. His cock, still hard, still twelve inches, pressed against her entrance.

"NO—!!" she cried. The ’not-more’ protest that was ignored. "I CANNOT—!!♡!! TAKE MORE—!!♡!! PLEASE—!!♡!!"

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAAAAAHHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡♡!!"

The cock, twelve inches, drove in. Full depth. One thrust. The angle, the new angle, hit different spots. The walls, already sensitive from the orgasms, were stimulated anew. The ’he-is-touching-places-that-weren’t-touched-before’ sensation was too much.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!! NO MORE—!!♡♡♡!! I CANNOT—!!♡♡♡!! MY BODY—!!♡♡♡!! CANNOT—!!♡♡♡♡!!"

Another marathon started.

The sun moved.

The morning, the bright, clear morning that had begun with the Paladin’s speech and Viktor’s divine descent, became noon. The noon became afternoon. The afternoon became evening. The evening became night.

Through all of it, the sounds from the stable did not stop.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAHH—!!♡♡♡!!"

Pah pah pah pah pah—!!

"HAAAH—!!♡♡♡!!"

The rhythm changed. The positions changed. The combinations shifted. But the sounds continued. The flesh-slapping. The moaning. The screaming. The wet, sloppy, ’schlick-schlick’ of cock in cunt and tail in pussy and mouth on breast.

He fucked her in the mating press. He fucked her from behind. He fucked her on her side. He fucked her in the air, her body held by his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist, his wings beating as he flew them both twenty feet above the stable and fucked her in the sky.

He fucked her with his tail while his cock rested in her mouth. The scaled appendage, vibrating in her pussy, made her cum while her lips, stretched around his cockhead, sucked. The double penetration, the ’something-in-my-pussy-and-something-in-my-mouth’ fullness, was overwhelming.

He fucked her with his cock and his tail simultaneously. The cock in her pussy. The tail in her canal alongside it. The dual penetration, the ’two-things-inside-me-at-once’ stretching, was beyond anything she had imagined. The vibration, the tail buzzing against her walls while his cock thrust in and out, made her cum continuously. The fluid, the constant squirt, ran from her pussy like a fountain. The hay beneath her was soaked. The smell of sex and hay and horse and milk filled the stable.

He let her rest. One hour. In twelve. The single break, the ’let-her-breathe’ concession, was spent with her lying on the hay, her body limp, her pussy leaking, her breasts empty, her mind blank. He sat beside her. Fed her. The milk, his milk, from his enhanced body, given to her through a cup. The ’drink’ command that she obeyed because she had nothing left to resist with.

Then the marathon resumed.

He kept her virginity, her anal virginity, intact. His cock, throughout the marathon, was in her pussy. Her mouth. Between her breasts. But not in her ass. His tail, vibrating and probing, had found the entrance. Had pressed. Had teased. But had not penetrated. The ’I-have-different-plans-for-that’ restraint that was somehow more terrifying than if he had just taken it.

His tail in her mouth, she sucked. The scaled surface, ribbed and textured, scraped her tongue. The sensation, the ’I-am-sucking-his-tail-like-a-cock’ sensation, was transmitted through the appendage to his body.

The dual sensation, the cock in her pussy and the tail in her mouth, the feeling of both penetrations simultaneously, made him harder. More urgent. The thrusts, already brutal, became more so.

PAH PAH PAAH PHACK PAH PAH PAAH PHACK—!!

"AAAAAAHH—!!♡♡♡♡♡♡!!"

Her body was a fountain. The squirt, the constant, ’every-thrust-produces-fluid’ squirt, soaked everything. The hay. The stable floor. The horse’s stall. The mare, long since moved to the far end of its enclosure, watched from a distance with large, uncomprehending eyes.

Her pussy, crushed. The walls, stretched and stimulated and overworked, were raw. The tissue, swollen and sensitive, gripped his cock with the last of her strength.

The contractions, the vaginal muscles that had been clenching and releasing for hours, were involuntary. The ’my-body-is-cumming-and-I-cannot-stop’ state that was beyond pleasure and beyond pain.

Her breasts, emptied. The milk, the buff-carrying fluid, had been drained. The nipples, raw and swollen, leaked only thin, clear fluid.

The mounds, the heavy, full mounds that had been sucked and groped and milked for hours, were tender. Sore. The ’everything-has-been-taken-from-them’ state that was both emptiness and satisfaction.