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

Chapter 769: Chapter 768 - My Hot Mercenary Wife

Mira groaned. Helena sighed. But both nodded. Good wives.

I cast the invisibility enchantment. It spread over me like a second skin — warping light, bending perception. To anyone below, I would be invisible. Only those I allowed — my wives, those bound to me — could see me. I descended, Rusty circling above, Mira and Helena flanking me on either side.

We dropped toward the eastern construction zone.

The area was alive with activity. Enchanted cranes — powered by magic circles — lifted stone blocks into place. Workers hauled timber, mixed mortar, carved defensive runes into the gate posts. The new wall was rising — thick, reinforced, embedded with Helena’s living-wood magic. Trees grew directly from the stone, their roots binding the structure together, their branches forming a natural canopy over the battlements.

And there, standing at the center of the construction site, arms crossed, barking orders at a group of engineers, was Kaida.

My red-haired wife.

She was magnificent. Tall — nearly as tall as me, which was rare. Her body was built like a war machine — broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, a torso that tapered to a narrow waist before flaring into wide, powerful hips. Her legs were tree trunks, thighs that could crush stone, calves carved from years of combat. Her hair — deep crimson, wild, perpetually untamed — fell past her shoulders in waves that caught the torchlight like burning embers. Her armor was minimal. A reinforced breastplate that barely contained her chest — her tits were large, heavy, the kind that armor was never designed for. Battle greaves on her shins. A sword on her back that most men couldn’t lift.

She was pregnant. Visibly. Not as far along as Bella — maybe five months — but her belly pushed against the leather straps of her armor, round and firm. Her hips had widened further, her thighs thickened, her body adapting to the child growing inside her with the same efficiency it adapted to everything else.

I hovered behind her, invisible, and leaned close to her ear.

"Boo."

Kaida spun. Her hand went to her sword. Her eyes — gold-green, sharp as her blade — scanned the empty air. Saw nothing. Her muscles tensed. Then — because the bond between us was deeper than sight — her eyes narrowed.

"You bastard," she said. Her voice was loud. Carrying. "You’re naked, aren’t you?"

Every worker in earshot turned. They saw nothing — just empty air beside their lady. They saw Mira and Helena, descending from the sky, both fully clothed, both radiating the quiet authority of mistresses of the household. The workers bowed immediately.

"My lady Kaida," one of the engineers said, confused. "Is everything alright? You seem —"

"FINE," Kaida snapped. "Everything is FINE. Go back to work."

The workers exchanged glances. Shrugged. Went back to their tasks.

Kaida stalked away from the group. Toward the treeline. Toward a secluded spot where the massive border trees cast deep shadows. She walked like she knew exactly where I was. The bond — the invisible thread between us — pulsed with her anger. Her heartbeat. Her arousal. Because underneath the fury, she was wet. She was always wet when I came back. Her body knew before her mind did.

I followed. Still invisible. Still naked. My cock swinging with each step, my tail swaying behind me, Rusty circling overhead like a gelatinous vulture.

She stopped behind a massive trunk. Pressed her back against the bark. Her arms crossed under her breasts — lifting them, the motion unconscious, the leather straps creaking. Her pregnant belly pushed forward, round and proud.

"Show yourself," she hissed.

I dropped the invisibility. Appeared in front of her. Naked. Horns glowing. Tail swaying. Cock hanging heavy between my thighs, ten inches of incubus flesh, not yet hard but thick enough that her eyes dropped to it immediately.

Her jaw tightened. Her gold-green eyes flicked back up to my face. The flush on her cheeks — barely visible under her tan skin — deepened.

"Are you okay?" she asked. Her voice had changed. The anger was still there, but beneath it — concern. Real, genuine concern. Her hand came up, pressed flat against my chest. Her palm was warm. Calloused from years of sword work. She could feel my heartbeat under her fingers.

"Of course I am," I said.

She exhaled. Her shoulders dropped. The tension left her body in a single, shuddering breath. Her hand stayed on my chest. Her fingers curled, nails dragging lightly across my skin.

Then I grabbed her wrist. Pulled her toward me.

"What are you doing?" Her voice went sharp again. The wariness returned. Her thighs pressed together. I could smell her — through the leather, through the armor, through the sweat of a day spent commanding construction. Her pussy was wet. Dripping. The bond didn’t lie.

"Last time," I said, my voice low, "it was Helena and Mira. You were left out." I leaned closer. My lips brushed her ear. "Your pussy must be waiting for me."

Her entire body went rigid. Then she exploded.

"IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?! You — you absolute — HER SANITY! What about — there are people right there! Workers! My — my parents could —"

"Your parents aren’t here."

"I — that’s not the point!"

I spun her around. Pressed her against the back of the tree — the rough bark scraping against her armor. Her hands went out, bracing against the trunk. Her tail — because she didn’t have one, but her spine curved the same way, her hips tilting, her ass pushing back — presented itself.

I reached around. Found her belt. The leather strap that held her greaves and armor together. I pulled. It came loose with a metallic clink, and her armor shifted — the breastplate loosening, the hip guards dropping. I yanked the whole assembly downward. The metal and leather came away from her lower body, revealing the tight, muscular curve of her ass — bare, because Kaida never wore underwear under her armor. She said it chafed. I said it was convenient.

Her pussy was right there. Visible between her thick, muscular thighs. The lips — flushed, swollen, glistening. Her arousal was obvious. Unmistakable. She had been wet since she felt me through the bond. Maybe longer. The red hair between her legs was damp, matted, darker than the crimson on her head.

I stroked my cock. Once. Twice. Felt it harden in my grip — the blood rushing in, the flesh thickening, the weight of it increasing. I pressed the head against her ass, dragging it down, between the cheeks, over the puckered entrance, down to her pussy. The contact made her flinch. Her thighs trembled.

My tail moved. The prehensile appendage snaked around her thigh, wrapping tight, holding her in place. She cursed.

"You — damn you — Viktor — someone will see —"

"No one will see." I pushed two fingers between her legs. Found her pussy. Hot. Wet. Soaked. The lips parted under my fingers, and the interior was slippery — slick coating my fingers, dripping down my knuckles. I curled them. Found the spot. Pressed.

She moaned. Low, guttural, from the back of her throat. Her forehead dropped against the tree bark. "Bastard — don’t —"

I pulled my fingers free. They were dripping. I brought them to her mouth.

"Suck."

She opened her lips. Took my fingers in. Her tongue — broad, hot, the tongue of a woman who could swear in six languages — swirled around my fingers. She sucked her own juices off me, her cheeks hollowing, her eyes half-closed. Fog escaped her mouth — her body temperature was high, always had been, and the night air turned her breath to steam.

"Aren’t you hot?" I murmured against her ear.