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

Chapter 727: Chapter 726 - The Delicious Aunt Got a Fucable Ravishing Body

The fabric, warm and musky, covered her nose and mouth. The scent, concentrated, filled her lungs. The pheromones, trapped in the cloth, flooded her system. Her knees buckled. Her hands, reaching up to pull the pants away, gripped the fabric. Held it. Her fingers, trembling, did not pull.

"What the hell am I doing?" she whispered into the cloth. The question was directed at herself. The ’why-am-I-holding-his-pants-over-my-face’ question that had no answer because the answer was the pheromones and the pheromones did not negotiate.

She pulled the pants away. Dropped them. Her face, flushed and hot, turned toward the bed.

Viktor had moved. Evriana, who had been lying atop the priestess, was being rearranged. His hands, large and certain, turned the aunt onto her back. Her gown, already torn, was pulled further. The fabric bunched at her waist. Her panties, white cotton, were visible. He hooked his fingers. Pulled. The cotton, wet and clinging, peeled from her skin. The fabric, stretching, came down. Past her thighs. Past her knees. Off.

Her pussy was revealed. The dark hair, trimmed but thick. The lips, swollen and pink. The arousal, clear and thin, glistened. The entrance, mature and experienced, was open. Ready.

Viktor placed his cock against her. The shaft, hot and heavy, lay along the length of her pussy. The head, resting on her mound, throbbed. The pre-cum, dripping from the slit, ran down the shaft and mixed with her arousal.

He slid lower. The cock, guided by his hand, found her entrance. The head, the thick crimson crown, pressed against the opening. The lips yielded. The pink flesh parted.

Veilera, through the gap between his arm and his body, saw it. The cock. The thickness. The length. Even from her angle, even partially obscured by his body, she could see enough. The girth. The veins. The way the head, disappearing into the aunt’s body, stretched the entrance. The ’that-thing-is-going-inside-a-woman’ sight that made her own pussy clench.

He slammed.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! VICTOR—♡♡♡!!"

Evriana’s body, impaled, lurched. Her back arched off the bed. Her breasts, heavy and unrestrained, thrust upward. The nipples, stiff and dark, pointed at the ceiling. Her belly, the thick mature swell, bulged. The outline of his cock, visible through her skin, showed the depth. Twelve inches. Fully sheathed. The head, pressing against her cervix, was a dull ache that made her eyes water.

He started to fuck.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

Not gentle. Not slow. The pace was immediate. Brutal. The 100x stamina, the incubus drive, the pure physical enhancement that made his hips blur. The sound, the PAH PAH PAH of his hips hitting her thick ass, filled the hall. The wet schlick schlick of cock in cunt, of arousal and cum mixing, accompanied each thrust.

"Mmm—♡ ah—♡ VICTOR—♡♡!! HARDER—♡♡!!"

Veilera’s back hit the floor. She had stumbled. Her legs, weak, had given out. She sat on the cold marble, her red dress pooling around her, her face level with the edge of the bed. From this angle, from below, she could see everything. The junction. The cock, thick and veined, driving in and out. The aunt’s pussy, stretched and swollen, gripping the shaft. The cum, the white fluid from previous encounters, being pushed out by each thrust and running down the aunt’s ass.

’That is his aunt,’ she thought. The ’he-is-fucking-his-aunt’ thought that should have been repulsive. That should have been scandalous. That should have made her run. Instead, it made her pussy throb.

She tried to stand. To turn. To leave. Her body, responding to survival instinct, pushed upward. Her hands found the bed frame. She lifted herself.

A hand grabbed her wrist.

"Where are you going?" Berenga’s voice. The commander, her dark eyes half-lidded, her massive breasts swinging free as she leaned toward Veilera, held her arm. The grip was firm. Professional. The grip of a woman who had restrained prisoners before.

"Wait," Veilera gasped. Her voice, which should have been commanding, came out as a squeak. "This is wrong. I cannot. You can have all the— I should not be here. This is indecent. This is—"

Berenga pulled.

The yank was hard. Veilera’s body, already unsteady, was lifted. The commander, stronger by far, threw her. The merchant woman, airborne for a split second, landed on the bed. On the silk sheets. On the stains. Her body, sprawled, bounced once. Her red dress, riding up, exposed her thighs. Her panties, silk and soaked, were visible.

She tried to stand. Her hands, pushing against the mattress, found no purchase. The silk, slick with fluids, was treacherous. She slipped. Her knees, sinking into the soft surface, trapped her.

Berenga moved. The commander, her body now fully undressed, was naked. Her massive breasts, freed from all constraint, hung heavy. The dark nipples, stiff and leaking milk, were prominent. Her body, thick and muscular, moved with purpose.

She pulled her own panties off. The fabric, thin and wet, was a strip of cloth. She took Veilera’s right hand. Wrapped the panty around the wrist. Tied. The knot, tight and secure, bound the merchant woman’s hand to the bed frame.

"What are you—" Veilera started. Her voice, panicked, rose. "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Berenga reached behind. Unclasped her bra. The garment, large and black, was another strip of fabric. She took Veilera’s left hand. Wrapped the bra around the wrist. Tied. The second knot, tighter than the first, bound the other hand.

Veilera pulled. Her arms, spread, were trapped. Her body, laid out on the bed, was open. Vulnerable. Her legs, free, kicked. The red dress, bunched at her waist, was the only covering.

Lucia moved. The demon girl, her grey body glistening with sweat, crawled across the bed. Her hand, holding something, approached Veilera’s face. The fabric, white and damp, was recognizable. Panties. The demon girl’s panties. The cotton, soaked with Lucia’s arousal, was dark at the center.

"Mmmph—!" Veilera’s protest, forming, was cut off. The panties, stuffed into her mouth, silenced her. The taste, salty and musky and unmistakably feminine, hit her tongue. The demon girl’s juices, the supernatural arousal of a demoness, coated her taste buds. The flavor, intense and alien, made her gag. Then swallow. Then salivate.

"Mmm—! Mmmph—!" The sounds, muffled by the gag, were unintelligible. Her eyes, wide and streaming, found Lucia’s face. The demon girl, her crimson eyes glowing, smiled. The expression was predatory. Satisfied. The ’you-belong-to-him-now’ smile that made Veilera’s stomach drop.

She turned her head. Away from Lucia. Toward the scene beside her.

Both women, Berenga and Lucia, were standing at the edge of the bed. Their bodies, naked, were visible. Their pussies, both swollen and wet, were dripping. The arousal, clear and thin, ran down their thighs. They stood, legs together, their hands at their sides. Waiting. The posture of women who knew their turn was coming.

Veilera’s eyes, forced to look, processed. Their pussies. Both of them. The swollen lips. The engorged clits. The arousal, continuous and copious. The ’they-are-aroused-and-waiting-their-turn’ realization that made the scene more obscene than any crude display.

’They are pussies,’ she thought. The thought was crude. Raw. The ’they-are-reduced-to-their-cunts’ thought that the pheromones, the haze, the sight of Viktor’s cock driving into his aunt, produced. ’They are nothing but wet, dripping, waiting pussies. And I am one of them.’

On the bed, beside her, the fucking continued.

PAH. PAH. PAAH.

"AH—♡ AH—♡ VICTOR—♡♡!! DEEPER—♡♡♡!!"