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

Chapter 728: Chapter 727- Drinking Tit Milk While Pumping

Evriana, beneath him, was being destroyed. The missionary position, her legs spread wide, her ankles locked behind his back, gave him full access. His cock, twelve inches, drove with mechanical precision. The depth, each thrust reaching her cervix, made her body lurch. Her breasts, heavy on her chest, swung with each impact. The milk, the maternal fluid, beaded on her nipples. The drops, white and thick, ran down the curve of her mounds.

His mouth found her breast. He leaned. His lips wrapped around the nipple. He sucked. The milk, warm and sweet, filled his mouth. The suction, combined with the thrusting, made Evriana scream.

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! YES—♡♡♡!! DRINK—♡♡♡!! FROM ME—♡♡♡!!"

The milk flowed. The swallowing, audible, matched the rhythm of his hips. PAH. Gulp. PAH. Gulp. The sound, the ’fucking-while-nursing’ sound, was obscene.

Veilera, tied to the bed, watched. Her amber eyes, wet and wide, tracked every movement. Every thrust. Every ripple of flesh. Every drop of milk. Her own body, restrained and gagged, responded. Her pussy, beneath her soaked panties, throbbed. Her nipples, beneath her dress, were stiff. Her thighs, pressed together, clenched and unclenched.

’This is wrong,’ she thought. ’I need to leave. Someone save me. I need to run. I cannot watch this. I cannot—’

Her pussy dripped. The warmth, the undeniable, ’I-am-wet’ warmth, spread. The silk of her panties, already damp from the carriage, was now soaked. The arousal, thin and clear, ran down her inner thigh.

’I am dripping. Watching him fuck his aunt. I am dripping.’

Viktor pulled out. The cock, slick with cum and milk and arousal, emerged from Evriana’s pussy. The aunt, released, gasped. Her body, limp, lay on the sheets. Her pussy, stretched and swollen, gaped. The cum, the thick white fluid, leaked from the entrance in slow streams.

He turned. To Myra. The priestess, who had been lying beside Evriana, her body still and silent, was grabbed. His hands, on her hips, lifted. He placed her on all fours. Her face, pressed into the mattress, was turned toward Veilera. The violet eyes, glazed and empty, found the merchant woman’s amber ones. The expression on Myra’s face was beyond pleasure. Beyond pain. It was the blank stare of a woman who had been fucked into a different state of consciousness.

His cock found her pussy. From behind. The head, pressing against the swollen, abused entrance, pushed in. The cum, the accumulated loads from days of fucking, squelched. The sound, wet and obscene, filled the space between them.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! NOT AGAIN—♡♡♡!! PLEASE—♡♡♡!!"

He fucked her. Doggy style. The pace, the same brutal rhythm, drove the priestess forward with each thrust. Her face, rubbing against the silk sheets, was pushed toward Veilera. The priestess’s mouth, open, drooling, was inches from the merchant woman’s face. The sounds, the PAH PAH PAH and the AAAAHH-♡♡, were direct. Unfiltered. In her ear.

’Mother of mercy,’ Veilera thought. Her amber eyes, locked on the priestess’s face, saw everything. The rolled-back eyes. The extended tongue. The drool. The tears. The snot. The expression of a woman being fucked beyond sanity. ’She looks like me when my husband—’

The thought died. The ’how-can-I-think-about-my-husband-while-watching-this’ shame killed it. But the comparison had been made. The recognition, the ’I-make-that-face-too’ recognition, was there. Buried. Present. Making her pussy clench.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! VIKTOR—♡♡♡!! TOO DEEP—♡♡♡!! MY PUSSY—♡♡♡!! IT’S BREAKING—♡♡♡♡!!"

His tail moved. The scaled appendage, swaying behind him, found Berenga. The commander, standing at the edge of the bed, her body waiting, was entered. The tail, pressing against her pussy, pushed in. The scaled surface, ribbed and textured, scraped her walls. The vibration started.

BZZZZ—!!

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡♡!! FUCK—♡♡♡♡!!"

Three women. One man. His cock in the priestess. His tail in the commander. His mouth, leaning down, found Myra’s breast. He sucked while he fucked. The milk, spraying into his mouth, ran down his chin.

His hand, free, found Evriana. The aunt, lying beside them, her body spent, was grabbed. His fingers, two of them, pushed into her pussy. The canal, wet and swollen, gripped him. The fingering, rhythmic and deep, matched the pace of his cock.

Four women. One man. His cock in one. His tail in another. His fingers in a third. His mouth on a fourth. All of them. Simultaneously.

Veilera, tied and gagged, watched. The scene, the ’one-man-pleasuring-four-women-at-once’ impossibility, was beyond her comprehension. Beyond her experience. Beyond anything she had imagined in her most private, most shameful, most secret thoughts.

’He is a beast,’ she thought. The word surfaced without her choosing it. ’Not a man. A beast. A creature. Something that does not tire. Does not stop. Does not care.’

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"AAAAHH—♡♡!!" Myra screamed. The priestess, impaled on his cock, was being driven into the mattress. Each thrust pushed her face closer to Veilera’s. The drool, the priestess’s drool, landed on the merchant woman’s cheek. The warmth, the wetness, the ’she-is-drooling-on-me’ reality, made Veilera flinch.

BZZZZ—!!

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! COMMANDER—♡♡!! YOUR TAIL—♡♡♡!! IS—♡♡♡!! DESTROYING—♡♡♡!! MY—♡♡♡!! PUSSY—♡♡♡♡!!" Berenga, impaled on his tail, was on her knees. Her body, thick and muscular, was shaking. The vibration, the internal massage, was driving her toward another orgasm. Her breasts, massive and swinging, leaked milk. The white fluid, dripping from her nipples, fell onto the sheets. Onto Veilera’s arm.

’That is her milk,’ Veilera thought. The ’another-woman’s-milk-is-on-my-skin’ realization that should have disgusted her. That did disgust her. That also made her nipples harder.

The pink energy, the haze of arousal that Viktor’s pheromones and his Wife Package system generated, intensified. The room, already saturated, became thicker. The air, heavy and warm, pressed against Veilera’s skin. The energy, seeping through her clothes, through her skin, into her blood, amplified everything. Every sensation. Every sound. Every sight. Every smell.

The room smelled like sex. Like cum and squirt and milk and sweat and arousal. The combined scent of five bodies, four of them female and all of them aroused, filled the space. The pheromones, layered on top, made the air itself feel like a drug.

Viktor changed positions. The priestess, released, fell forward. Her body, limp, lay on the bed. Her pussy, stretched and swollen and leaking cum, was visible. The entrance, gaping, showed the pink interior. Raw. Red. Used.

He moved to Berenga. The commander, released from the tail, was grabbed. His hands, on her hips, lifted her. Her body, heavy and thick, was positioned. On her back. Legs spread. The massive breasts, heavy on her chest, settled. The nipples, dark and stiff, pointed upward.

His cock, still hard, still slick with the priestess’s cum, found Berenga’s pussy. He pushed in. One thrust. Full depth.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! FINALLY—♡♡♡!! MY PUSSY—♡♡♡!! WAS WAITING—♡♡♡♡!!"

He fucked her. The pace, the same brutal rhythm, drove the commander’s body into the mattress. Her breasts, massive and unrestrained, swung with each impact. The flesh, heavy and soft, rippled. The milk, the maternal fluid, sprayed from both nipples with each thrust. The white streams, thin and arc-shaped, hit Viktor’s chest. His own body, slick with milk and sweat, glistened.

"AAAAHH—♡♡!! VICTOR—♡♡!! SQUEEZE MY TITS—♡♡!! MILK ME—♡♡♡!!"

His hands found her breasts. Both of them. He gripped. Squeezed. The milk, forced from the ducts by the pressure, squirted. The white fluid, thick and warm, hit his face. His chest. His abdomen. He leaned down. His mouth found one nipple. He sucked while he fucked.

The milk, filling his mouth, was swallowed. The combined sound, the PAH PAH PAH of fucking and the gulp gulp gulp of swallowing, was a symphony of obscenity.

Veilera, watching, felt her own breasts ache. The pheromones, the sight, the sound, the smell, all of it converged on her nipples. The stiff nubs, pressing against her dress, throbbed. The sensation, the ’my-breasts-are-aching-while-watching-another-woman-get-milked’ sensation, was unbearable.

’Mother of mercy,’ she thought. ’What is happening to me? Why am I— why does my chest— why does my—’