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

Chapter 729: Chapter 728 - Audience to Watch the Show

Her thighs clenched. Her pussy, beneath her soaked panties, contracted. The orgasm, small and unexpected, hit. The wave, gentle but undeniable, made her body tense. Her hands, bound to the bed frame, gripped the restraints. Her teeth, biting the panty gag, clenched. The moan, muffled by the underwear in her mouth, escaped.

"Mmmph—♡!"

She came. Watching. Bound. Gagged. Involuntary. The orgasm, the first she had experienced without direct stimulation, was the pheromones’ final victory. Her body, conquered by chemicals and sight and sound, surrendered.

Viktor pulled out of Berenga. The commander, released, collapsed. Her body, limp, lay beside the priestess. Two women, fucked unconscious, lay side by side. Their pussies, both stretched and leaking, gaped. The cum, the shared fluid, mixed on the sheets between them.

He turned to Lucia. The demon girl, her crimson eyes glowing, her ash-grey skin flushed with heat, was grabbed. His hands, on her waist, lifted her. Her body, lean and athletic, was positioned. Facing the bed. Her hands, on the headboard, supported her. Her ass, the grey cheeks round and firm, was presented.

His cock found her pussy. From behind. The demon girl’s cunt, supernaturally wet and ready, yielded. The shaft, twelve inches, drove in. One thrust. Full depth.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡!! MASTER—♡♡♡!!"

He fucked her. The pace, if possible, increased. The demon girl’s body, bouncing with each impact, was a blur of grey and pink. Her tail, the demon tail that matched his in function if not in appearance, swished. Her crimson eyes, rolled back, showed white. Her mouth, open, screamed.

PAH. PAH. PAAH. PHACK—!!

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡♡!! YES—♡♡♡♡!! FUCK YOUR—♡♡♡!! DEMON—♡♡♡!! SLUT—♡♡♡♡♡!!"

His tail found Evriana again. The aunt, still lying on the bed, was penetrated by the scaled appendage. The vibration, BZZZZ, made her body convulse. His fingers, freed from the aunt, found Berenga. The commander, still unconscious, was fingered. Two fingers in her swollen, cum-filled pussy.

Three women. Simultaneously. His cock in Lucia. His tail in Evriana. His fingers in Berenga. His mouth, leaning over, found the priestess. He kissed her. His tongue pushed into her mouth. The kiss, wet and deep, was delivered while his hips drove his cock into the demon girl and his tail vibrated in the aunt and his fingers worked the commander.

Veilera, bound and gagged and orgasming and dripping, watched. The scene, the ’one-man-four-women’ impossibility, continued. The room, filled with PAH and BZZZZ and AAAAHH, was a chamber of flesh. The bed, soaked and stained, was a battlefield. The man, the beast, the creature, was at the center. Driving. Claiming. Taking.

’I need to leave,’ she thought. The thought, the last coherent thought she would have for a while, was desperate. ’Someone save me. I need to run. Because I can feel my own pussy dripping. Because I am watching him fuck four women and I am jealous. Because I want—’

The thought died. The pheromones killed it. The pink haze, thick and warm and inescapable, replaced it with something else.

’Because I want him to fuck me.’

Viktor, as if hearing the thought, turned his head. Over Lucia’s shoulder. His green eyes, calm and knowing, found Veilera’s amber ones. The gaze, the ’I-see-you’ look that had haunted her since the hall, locked on.

He smiled. The expression, the same innocent-devil smile, was both promise and threat.

The cock, driving into Lucia, didn’t stop. The tail, vibrating in Evriana, didn’t stop. The fingers, in Berenga, didn’t stop. The kiss, with Myra, continued. All of it. While his eyes, green and knowing, held Veilera’s.

The room filled with sounds. The PAH PAH PAH of flesh. The AAAAHH of screams. The BZZZZ of the vibrating tail. The schlick schlick of wet cunts. The gulp gulp of swallowed milk. The slurp slurp of tongues. The creak creak of the bed frame.

The women, all four of them, were his. His fucktoys. His bitches. His road whores, as the crude term went. They served him. They worshipped him. They licked his cock when he pulled out. They sucked his balls when he was deep. They kissed each other’s necks and groped each other’s breasts and presented their pussies and their asses and their mouths for his use.

And they moaned. All of them. The soprano of the priestess. The alto of the commander. The contralto of the aunt. The supernatural range of the demoness. Four voices, overlapping, mixing, creating a chorus of pleasure that filled the mansion.

Viktor came. Inside Lucia. The load, thick and hot, flooded the demon girl’s canal. The cum, overflowing, ran down her grey thighs. He pulled out. The cock, still hard, was immediately grabbed by Evriana. The aunt, her body moving on instinct, took him in her mouth. She sucked. Cleaned. The combined fluids, the cum and arousal and milk, were swallowed. The slurp slurp slurp of a woman cleaning a cock was loud. Obscene.

He hardened. Again. The incubus regeneration, the milk-enhanced recovery, the 100x stamina. The cock, which should have been spent after four women, was ready. Again.

He took Myra. The priestess, still on all fours, was mounted. His cock, freshly cleaned by the aunt’s mouth, pushed into the priestess’s ass. The anal, the untouched entrance, resisted. Then yielded. The head, thick and blunt, pushed past the sphincter. The priestess screamed.

"AAAAAAHH—♡♡♡♡♡!! MY ASS—♡♡♡!! IT’S IN MY ASS—♡♡♡♡♡!!"

PAH. PAH. PAAH.

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡♡!! NO—♡♡♡!! NOT THERE—♡♡♡♡!! IT’S TOO BIG—♡♡♡♡!! FOR MY—♡♡♡♡!! ASS—♡♡♡♡♡!!"

He fucked her ass. The pace, the same relentless rhythm, drove the priestess forward. Her body, already destroyed by hours of vaginal fucking, was being rebuilt. Rearranged. The anal canal, tight and virgin, gripped his shaft. The friction, the intense, overwhelming friction of a thick cock in an unprepared ass, made them both gasp.

The cycle continued. He fucked each of them. In turn. Their pussies. Their asses. Their mouths. He lifted them. Slammed them down. Bent them over the headboard. Pressed them against the wall. Took them from behind. From below. From above. The positions changed. The pace did not.

The bed, the king-sized mattress in the middle of the hall, was a wreck. The sheets, soaked through, were more fluid than fabric. The pillows, scattered and stained, were props. The frame, iron and reinforced, creaked under the combined weight of five bodies.

The milk, the maternal fluid that flowed from every woman’s breasts, coated everything. Viktor’s chest. His abdomen. His cock. The sheets. The pillows. The women’s bodies. The air, thick with the scent of milk and sex, was a fog.

Veilera, bound and gagged, watched it all. Her amber eyes, wide and unblinking, tracked every movement. Every position. Every thrust. Every orgasm. Every load. Her internal monologue, the running commentary of a woman watching a beast fuck four women into submission, was a cascade of fragmented thoughts and desperate denials and unwanted arousal.

’He is lifting her. The commander. She weighs two hundred pounds. He is lifting her with one arm. His cock is inside her. He is bouncing her. Up and down. The PAH PAH of her ass hitting his hips. Her breasts, the massive ones, are hitting her own face. The milk, spraying, is everywhere. He is laughing. Laughing while he fucks her. Like it is nothing. Like she weighs nothing. Like his cock is not twelve inches inside a woman’s body.’

’Now the aunt. He has her against the wall. Her legs, over his shoulders. Her body, folded. The mating press. His hips, blurring. The PAH PAH PAAH is louder from this angle. Her face, pressed against the wall, is slack. Her tongue, out. Her eyes, rolled. He is whispering something in her ear. I cannot hear. The screaming is too loud.’