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

Chapter 737: Chapter 736 - The Tremble of His Women

The night was long. The candles burned low. The mansion, the Catorian estate that had been allocated to Viktor during his stay in the town, became a cathedral of flesh.

PAH. PAH. PAAH.

Five women. One man. The mathematics was simple. The execution was not.

He started with Veilera. The Baroness, spread on the silk sheets, her legs over his shoulders, her hands pinned above her head. His cock, the full twelve inches, drove into her stretched pussy with mechanical rhythm. Each thrust made her belly bulge. Each withdrawal pulled a moan from her throat that was half scream and half surrender.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"AAAAHH—♡♡!! SLOW—♡♡!! DOWN—♡♡!!"

He did not slow down.

Then Berenga. The commander, flipped onto her stomach, her thick ass in the air. His cock, still slick with Veilera’s cum, entered her from behind. The knight, the warrior, the woman who commanded men, screamed into the pillow as her pussy was rearranged.

PAH. PAH. PAAAH—!!

"MMMMPH—♡♡♡!! VICTOR—♡♡♡!! TOO—♡♡♡!! DEEP—♡♡♡!!"

Then Evriana. The aunt, the matriarch, placed on his lap. Her body, thick and mature, bounced on his cock. Her hands, on his shoulders, gripped. Her breasts, heavy and leaking milk, swung with each descent. His mouth found one. Sucked. The milk, warm and sweet, filled his mouth as her pussy filled with his cock.

PAH. PAH. PAH.

"AH—♡♡!! Nephew—♡♡!! I—♡♡!! Can’t—♡♡♡!!"

Then Lucia. The demon girl, her ash-grey skin flushed dark, was bent over the bed’s footboard. Her tail, the one she still possessed, was wrapped around his thigh. His tail, the one that vibrated, was in her pussy. The dual sensation, his cock in her cunt and his tail in her ass, made her crimson eyes roll back.

PAH. PAH. PAH. BZZZZ.

"AAAAAAHH—♡♡♡♡!!"

Then Myra. The priestess, the holy woman, the vessel of divine power. She was last. Not because she was least. Because she was the dessert. The final course. The woman whose pussy, stretched and raw from six hours of healing-fucking, was still tight enough to make him groan.

He took her in a mating press. Her legs, pushed to her chest, were held by his hands. Her ankles, crossed behind his head, locked. His cock, the full length, drove straight down into her. The angle, the perpendicular penetration, hit her cervix with every thrust. Her womb, the deepest part of her, was being knocked on with each PAAH.

PAH. PAH. PAAAH.

"AAAAHH—♡♡♡♡!! GODDESS—♡♡♡♡!! FORGIVE—♡♡♡♡!! ME—♡♡♡♡♡!!"

He came inside each of them. Thick loads. Rope after rope. The seed, the incubus-enhanced cum, filled their canals. Overflowed. Leaked. The white fluid, running down thighs and onto sheets, created a landscape of lust on the silk.

The cycle repeated. Not once. Not twice. Through the night. The positions changed. The combinations shifted. Veilera on her back while Myra sat on her face. Berenga bent over while Evriana licked her pussy from below. Lucia riding his tail while Myra rode his cock. The permutations were endless. The stamina, the 100x incubus regeneration, was inexhaustible.

The sounds filled the mansion. The PAH PAH PAH of flesh. The AAAAHH of screams. The SLURP of oral. The BZZZZ of vibrating tail. The squelch-squelch of cock in cum-filled cunt. The gulp-gulp of milk being swallowed. The drip-drip of fluids hitting the floor.

The candles burned out. The moonlight, through the windows, became the only light. Silver and cold on sweat-slicked skin. The shadows, the moving shapes of six bodies, were a silent film of flesh and desire.

Dawn approached. The sky, through the balcony doors, shifted from black to grey to pink. The first light, golden and warm, crept across the floor. Across the sheets. Across the bodies.

Viktor stood on the balcony.

The stone railing, cool in the morning air, was at his hip. The sunrise, the full golden orb cresting the eastern hills, was before him. The town, spread below, was waking. Smoke from chimneys. The distant sound of roosters. The creak of cart wheels.

Behind him, on the balcony floor, five women were arranged.

Veilera was at his left hip. On her knees. Her red dress, long since destroyed, was absent. Her body, naked and cum-streaked, was in the morning light. Her mouth, open and wet, was on his cock. Not sucking. Licking. Her tongue, pink and tired, dragged along the shaft. The motion was slow. Devoted. The ’I-have-been-fucked-all-night-and-I-am-still-worshipping’ devotion of a woman whose resistance had been annihilated.

Berenga was at his right hip. On her knees. Her mouth, on the other side of his shaft, mirrored Veilera’s. Her tongue, broad and calloused from hours of use, traced the vein. Her lips, swollen and red, kissed the skin. The commander, the knight, the woman who led men in battle, was kissing a cock in the morning light.

Evriana was behind him. On her knees. Her face, pressed against his ass, was hidden. Her mouth, open and wet, was on his cheek. Kissing. Licking. Her tongue, tracing the curve of his muscular rear, worked. The aunt, the matriarch, the woman who had organized noble events, was rimming her nephew on a balcony at dawn.

Lucia was lower. Her body, the ash-grey form, was on the stone floor. Her mouth, the demonic mouth with its sharp teeth, was on his tail. The scaled appendage, hanging behind him, was in her mouth. She sucked. The slurp was soft. Continuous. Her crimson eyes, closed, were peaceful. The captive, the prisoner, the demon girl, was sucking his tail like a pacifier.

Myra was at his feet. On her back. Her face, tilted upward, was beneath his cock. Not sucking. Receiving. The pre-cum, the thin clear fluid that dripped from the head, fell onto her face. Her forehead. Her cheeks. Her lips. The priestess, the holy woman, was being anointed with pre-cum in the morning sunlight.

Viktor stood. Hands at his sides. Face toward the sunrise. The five women, arranged around him like a harem of broken devotees, worked. The sounds, the combined slurp and lap and suck and kiss, were the morning prayer of his congregation.

The sunlight, golden and warm, fell on their bodies. Illuminated the cum. The sweat. The milk. The fluids that covered them. Made them shine. Made them look, in the dawn light, like gilded statues of worship.

The pre-cum, dripping from the head, fell onto Myra’s tongue. She swallowed. The reflex, automatic, was the communion of a priestess who had found a new god.

He looked at the horizon. At the town. At the road that led away from it.

"It seems," he said, his voice carrying over the balcony, over the sleeping town, "it is time for me to leave this town."

The words, casual and conversational, hit the five women like physical blows. The slurping stopped. The licking stopped. The sucking stopped. Five heads, five faces wet with cum and saliva and milk, turned upward. Five pairs of eyes, wet and red-rimmed and tearful, found his face.

The silence was heavy. The ’he-is-leaving’ reality, the ’we-will-not-have-him’ fear, settled on the balcony like a fog.

Veilera’s amber eyes filled. The Baroness, the woman who had been watching from corners and trembling in carriages and being fucked in bathtubs, looked at him with the expression of a woman whose world was being taken away.

Berenga’s jaw tightened. The commander, the professional, the woman who had been bent over and fucked in a bathroom, fought the emotion. Lost. Her dark eyes, wet, found his.

Evriana’s brown eyes, already red from days of crying, produced fresh tears. The aunt, the matriarch, the woman who had kissed him in a cave and fucked him in a hallway, trembled.