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

Chapter 742: Chapter 741- Little Hole Getting Widened Well

"You were embezzling money," Viktor said. His voice was flat. The ’I-know-everything’ statement that left no room for denial.

She trembled. The truth, the undeniable truth, was between them. Her body, on his lap, shook with the sobs she was suppressing.

He pulled her. Closer. His mouth found her breast. The left one. His lips, open and wet, sealed around the nipple. He sucked.

The sensation, the ’his-mouth-on-my-nipple’ sensation, made her gasp. Her body, despite her fear, responded. The nipple, already stiff, hardened further. The areola, the dark circle, pebbled.

His hand, the free one, found her pussy. His fingers, rough and calloused, found the entrance. The entrance that was leaking her husband’s seed. His finger, pushing in, felt the cum inside. The dwarven seed, thin and warm, coated his digit.

He fingered her. Not gently. The finger, pushing in and out, was scooping. The ’he-is-pulling-out-my-husband’s-cum’ realization that was also the ’he-is-cleaning-me-out’ understanding.

Her pussy was tight. The dwarven anatomy, the compact body, made her canal narrow. The four inches of her husband had been a comfortable fit. Viktor’s finger, which was larger than Dorin’s cock, was already stretching her.

"Please," she begged. Her green eyes, wet with tears, found his face. "Please, young lord. Forgive me."

He pulled off her breast. The nipple, wet and red, stood rigid. He looked at her. At the body. At the tribe mark on her waist.

"Which tribe?" he asked.

She trembled. The question, the ’tell-me-your-origins’ demand, was not casual. It was assessment. Cataloging. The ’I-am-deciding-your-value’ evaluation.

"Ironvein," she whispered. "The Ironvein clan."

He smirked. The ’Ironvein’ recognition. A clan known for its craftsmanship. Its women, known for their fertility. Their bodies, built for childbearing, were the subject of dwarven drinking songs.

He bit her nipple. The pain, sharp and sudden, made her cry out.

His tail, the scaled appendage that had frightened the butler, unwound from his waist. The tip, blunt and tapered, moved over the water. Found her pussy. The entrance, the tight dwarven entrance, was wet with her husband’s cum and her own reluctant arousal.

The tail pressed. Not penetrating. Rubbing. The scaled surface, warm and textured, scraped her lips. The vibration, the BZZZZ, started. Low. Teasing. The ’I-am-not-inside-you-yet’ promise that was more devastating than penetration.

Her body responded. The nipples, both of them, leaked. The milk, the maternal fluid that should not have been there, the fluid that his Wife Package system activated on contact, beaded on both nipples. The white drops, thin and sweet, ran down the curve of her breasts.

A system notification appeared in Viktor’s vision.

[TARGET DESIGNATED: CONCUBINE]

[NAME: Meg IRONVEIN]

[RACE: DWARF]

[STATUS: ENSLAVED → CLAIMED]

[CONCUBINE SLOT: 6/10]

He chuckled. The sound, low and warm, vibrated through his chest and into hers. The ’the-system-has-accepted-her’ amusement that was also the ’one-more-for-the-collection’ satisfaction.

His cock, beneath her, hardened. The shaft, expanding, grew from soft to rigid. The ten inches, pressing against her belly, thickened. The head, darkening, emerged from the foreskin.

Dorin, on the floor, watched. His single eye, wet with tears and pain from the slave mark, saw his wife on the lap of a monster. The scaled tail, rubbing her pussy. The mouth, sucking her breast. The cock, growing between them.

The butler’s cock, the four inches that had been erect in the garden, stirred. The sight, his wife being touched by another male, triggered the instinctive response. The arousal, the cuckold response, was brief.

Then it died.

The erection, the stirring, the blood that had been flowing to Dorin’s cock, stopped. Reversed. The four inches, which had been at half-mast, deflated. Went limp. The complete, ’I-cannot-get-hard’ impotence that was not natural but imposed.

[PASSIVE ABILITY ACTIVATED: COCKLOCK]

[ALL MALES WITHIN PROXIMITY OF DESIGNATED CONCUBINE LOSE ERECTILE FUNCTION]

[DURATION: PERMANENT WHILE CONCUBINE IS CLAIMED]

The ability. The first power of his incubus authority. The ’any-woman-I-fuck-makes-any-man-near-her-lose-his-erection’ power that was designed for exactly this. The humiliation. The ’you-can-watch-but-you-cannot-enjoy’ cruelty that was both punishment and control.

Dorin, his cock going limp, felt the loss. The ’I-was-aroused-and-now-I-am-not’ confusion that was also the ’something-is-wrong-with-me’ fear. His hand, unconsciously, went to his crotch. The flaccid, lifeless member, was unresponsive.

The horror, the ’my-wife-is-being-fucked-and-I-cannot-even-get-hard’ realization, was complete.

Viktor, sensing the ability’s activation, smiled against Meg’s breast. The ’your-husband-cannot-enjoy-this’ satisfaction that was also the ’you-are-mine-now’ assertion.

His tail, vibrating against her pussy, pushed. The tip, entering her, stretched her. The scaled surface, warm and textured, scraped her walls. The vibration, the BZZZZ, intensified. The sensation, the ’something-is-entering-me-that-is-not-a-finger-and-not-a-cock’ sensation, was alien.

"AAAAHH—!!" she screamed. Her body, jerking, pressed against his. Her breasts, heavy, mashed against his chest. Her eyes, wide and rolling, found the ceiling.

His mouth, still on her breast, sucked. The milk, flowing freely now, filled his mouth. The sweet, warm fluid, was swallowed. His cheeks worked. The ’gulp-gulp’ sound was audible.

His tail, inside her, found her G-spot. The vibration, direct and intense, hit the rough patch. The nerve endings, concentrated and sensitive, fired. The combination, the ’his-tail-is-vibrating-against-my-G-spot-while-he-sucks-my-milk’ combination, was overwhelming.

Her eyes rolled. Her tongue shot out. Her back arched. The orgasm, the first that was not from her husband’s four inches, hit.

"AAAAAAHH—♡♡♡♡!!"

She squirted. The fluid, thin and clear, erupted from her pussy. The stream, forced out by the tail’s vibration and the orgasmic contractions, hit the bath water. The splash, the addition of her fluids to the tub, was audible.

Her body went limp. On his lap. Her breasts, heavy and leaking, were pressed against his chest. Her head, thrown back, exposed her throat. Her green eyes, half-closed, were glazed. The ’I-just-came-harder-than-I-ever-have’ expression that was both devastation and surrender.

He sucked both tits. Alternating. The left, the right, the left. The milk, from both breasts, filled his mouth. The sound, the rhythmic slurp-gulp-slurp-gulp, filled the bathroom.

Then he turned her. On his lap. Her body, spun by his hands, rotated. Her back, pressed against his chest. Her ass, the thick dwarven ass, pressed against his cock. The shaft, hard and hot, lay between her cheeks.

His hands found her breasts. Both of them. From behind. He gripped. The flesh, heavy and soft, overflowed his palms. The nipples, stiff and leaking, were between his fingers.

He pulled her down.

His cock, the head positioned at her entrance, was ready. The tip, dark and swollen, pressed against her lips. The dwarven pussy, tight and small, was being asked to accommodate something it had never experienced.

"Please," she begged. Her voice, broken and hoarse, was a whisper. "Please, young lord. It is too big. I will die. I cannot—"

He pulled.

The head entered. The stretch, the ’something-much-bigger-than-four-inches-is-entering-me’ stretch, was immediate. Her lips, the outer folds, were forced wide. The entrance, the tight ring of muscle, was being pushed past its limit.

Her tongue, extended, was out. Her eyes, rolling, showed white. The pain, the ’I-am-being-split’ pain, was real. The pleasure, the ’my-body-is-responding’ pleasure, was also real.

"AAAAAHH—♡♡♡!!"

He pushed deeper. Inch by inch. The shaft, thick and veined, filled her canal. The walls, which had only known four inches, were being stretched to accommodate ten. The friction, the wet, dragging friction, was immense.

Her womb. The head, driving deeper, reached her cervix. The tight ring of muscle, the entrance to her womb, was pressed. The cockhead, the broad crown, pushed. The cervix, yielding slightly, admitted the tip.

"AAAAAAHH—♡♡♡♡!! MY—♡♡♡!! WOMB—♡♡♡♡!!"

Her belly, the soft dwarven belly, bulged. The outline of the cock, visible through the skin, was a ridge that ran from her pelvis to her navel. The ’his-cock-is-in-my-womb’ visual that was both horrifying and arousing.

He lifted her. His hands, on her hips, raised her. The shaft, emerging, withdrew. Five inches. Six. Seven. Then he dropped her.

PAAAH—!!

"AAAAAAHH—♡♡♡♡♡!!"