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

Chapter 763: Chapter 762 - Clara becoming first Runic Weapon

She trembled. "Please forgive me—"

"Nah, you don’t."

He slammed her down.

PAAAH!!

His cock drove into her pussy. All nine inches. One thrust. The impact was wet — her arousal had soaked them both — and the sound was sharp. Flesh on flesh. Her eyes rolled back. She screamed. Her hands tightened on his horns, knuckles white, gripping the crystals as if they were the only thing keeping her from falling.

"AAAAHH—♡♡!!"

He lifted her again. Using gravity. Her body rose, his cock withdrawing until only the tip remained inside. Then he swung her down.

PAAAH!!

"HNNGH—♡♡!!"

Again. Up. Down.

PAAAH!!

"PLEE—♡♡!! AH—♡♡!!"

The rhythm was brutal. Each drop was a full-body impact, her weight driving his cock to the hilt, her cervix taking the hit with each landing. Her breasts swung with each thrust — heavy, pale, the nipples stiff and leaking. Milk beaded on the tips, then sprayed with each impact, thin white streams arcing from her chest.

He leaned forward. His mouth found her breast. He sucked. The nipple, stiff and leaking, was between his lips. He pulled. The milk came — warm, sweet, hitting his tongue in a thin stream. He swallowed. She cried out. Her free hand grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face deeper into her chest.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

"AAAH—♡♡!! The milk—♡!! It is—♡!! Coming out—♡!!"

He sucked harder. His teeth found the nipple, biting down gently, then harder. She yelped. Her grip on his horn tightened. The combination — his mouth on her tit, his cock in her pussy, his hands on her hips — was too much. The siren effect activated. Her expression shifted. The pain softened. The fear dissolved. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut, opened. Her pupils were dilated. Her mouth was open. Her tongue was out.

Pah. Pah. Pah.

"Hah—♡!! Master—♡!! I—♡!! I cannot—♡!!"

"Tell me what is happening in the town," he said. Calm. His mouth still on her breast, his words muffled against her skin.

She blinked. He wanted a report. Now. While she was being fucked in midair, held up by his hands and his cock, her legs over his shoulders, milk spraying from her tits into his mouth.

"The walls—♡!! Are being—♡!! Built—♡!!"

PAAAH.

"AAAAHH—♡♡!! Helena is—♡!! Constructing them—♡!! With magic—♡!! The barriers—♡!! Are almost—♡!! Complete—♡!!"

PAAAH.

"HNNGH—♡♡!! The dragons—♡!! Are patrolling—♡!! The skies—♡!! Taida is—♡!! Training the soldiers—♡!! She is—♡!! Pregnant but—♡!! She will not—♡!! Stop—♡!!"

PAAAH.

"OLIVIA—♡♡!! Is healing—♡!! The workers—♡!! And building—♡!! The medical wing—♡!! She has—♡!! Organized everything—♡!!"

PAAAH.

"AAAAHH—♡♡!! The merchant elder—♡!! Helped—♡!! I brought him—♡!! He is—♡!! Managing the—♡!! Supplies—♡!!"

PAAAH.

"HNNGH—♡♡!! The capital—♡!! Has sent—♡!! Someone—♡!! With a letter—♡!! For you—♡!! Everything—♡!! Is going—♡!! Well—♡!!"

PAAAH.

"AAAAGH—♡♡♡!!"

He slammed her down one final time. The thrust punched through her cervix. Into her womb. She screamed — a raw, guttural sound that tore from her throat and echoed off the walls. Her body went rigid. Her eyes rolled completely back. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, spasming, and she came. Hard. Her juices squirted from the seal of their connection, running down his thighs.

He came. The load was thick, hot, erupting inside her womb. She felt it — the flood, the heat, the fullness. Her body convulsed. Her grip on his horns released. Her arms fell to her sides, limp.

He pulled her off. His cock slid out with a wet, obscene sound. Cum poured from her entrance — thick, white, running down her thighs in slow streams. Her pussy, stretched and gaping, did not close. The pink flesh was swollen, raw, glistening.

He kissed her. Deep. Claiming. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and she responded — weak, breathless, her tongue meeting his with none of the strength she had mustered earlier.

"You did it well," he said. He pushed her onto the small bed. Her body landed on the mattress, limp. He followed, lying on top of her, his cock — still hard — sliding back inside. Not thrusting. Just resting there. Inside her. Filling her.

His tail moved. Between her legs. Into her. The scaled appendage pushed past the entrance, sliding alongside his cock, filling her further. It vibrated. A low hum. Her tongue extended. Her eyes were glassy. Her nails, which had been gripping the sheets, were being punctured — his nails, sharper than hers, pressing into her fingertips, marking her.

He tore the rest of her dress away. The fabric ripped. Her naked body lay beneath him. She was gasping. "Master... lord..."

Her nipples, heavy with milk, bore teeth marks. Red crescents where his teeth had pressed. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. His cock lay on her belly — the length reaching just below her navel. A visual measure of how deep he had been.

He pulled out. Both cock and tail. The tail slid free with a wet sound. His cock, slick with cum and her arousal, lay across her stomach. He looked at her body. Pale. Small. Covered in sweat and milk and cum.

Then he placed his hands on her breasts. His thumbs found her nipples. He pinched. Pulled. Four fingers on each breast, tugging the stiff nubs outward. Milk leaked. Thin streams ran down his fingers. She cried out — pain and pleasure, tangled.

"Hah—!! Ah—!!"

The system responded to his thought. Not the golden interface. The amethyst one. The runes.

[ORDER: CONVERSION OF HIGHEST TIER MAGIC — INITIATED]

[TARGET: CLARA]

[RUNE INSCRIPTION: READY]

[PRECISION CONTROL: ACTIVE]

The first tattoo formed on her breast. The symbol — amethyst, glowing, ancient — etched into her skin. Not ink. Magic. The lines burned into her flesh, searing the rune into the dermis with controlled precision. She screamed. Her back arched off the bed.

"HA—!! AHH—!!"

He held her. His hands did not move from her breasts. The craftsmanship — rune manipulation at a level that required absolute precision — demanded stillness. Each stroke, each line, each curve was deliberate. He was writing on her skin with magic, and the process was agonizing.

The defensive rune completed. A sealed barrier inscription, covering her left breast, spiraling outward from the nipple. The glow faded to a dull amethyst line — permanent. Embedded. Part of her now.

He pulled down. His hands moved from her breasts to her pussy. His fingers found her clit. He pressed. Hard. She flinched. The inscription formed — a butterfly tarot, spreading across her mound. The lines were delicate. Intricate. Beautiful. The pain was sharp, immediate, and then gone.

He fingered her. The digit, inside her, curled. She moaned. The pain of inscription mixed with the pleasure of stimulation, creating something she could not categorize. Her pussy, wet and swollen, gripped his finger. Fluid sprayed from her entrance — a thin arc that hit his wrist. She squirted like a bottle of champagne uncorked.

He chuckled. "Aren’t you too bad?"

She cried. She could not answer.

He turned her. Over. Onto her stomach. His thumb found the crease of her ass. He spread her. The hole, which had been filled earlier, was still open. He stroked his cock — once, twice — and positioned the head at her anal. His tail, which had been resting, pulled free from wherever it had been. The gap it left was visible — a small, dark opening that did not close.

He pushed. His cock entered her ass. Slowly. Inch by inch. She twitched. Cried. Her body twisted on the bed, hands gripping the sheets, face pressed into the pillow. The sounds she made were not words. They were raw — animal sounds torn from a body that was being overwhelmed.

Then the tattoos began on her back.

The first line ran down her spine. A long, sweeping inscription that started between her shoulder blades and ended at the base of her tailbone. Physical enhancement. The rune glowed as it formed, burning into her skin. Her muscles tensed. She felt them — the strange, alien sensation of her body being changed at a fundamental level.

"AHH—!! AHH—!! PLEASE—!!"