100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids Chapter 211- A Twist... or a Tower?

Her yellow cat eyes were wide open but completely unfocused—teary, hazy, lost. She wasn’t thinking anymore. Couldn’t think. Just feeling. Drowning in sensation.

Her silver tail—which had been injured before—was now completely healed. The small bandage-like cloth that had covered the wound was gone, replaced by perfect silver fur.

Her tail wrapped around Viktor’s hips for support, the soft fur rubbing against his lower back almost desperately, as if begging for rcy.

Viktor’s free hand groped her hip, fingers sinking into her soft flesh, holding her in place as his tongue continued its assault on her mouth.

"Mmmph~! Nyaah~! Mmmm~!"

Her claws dug into his shoulders, drawing small beads of blood. Her small body trembled so violently she looked like she might shatter.

"P-please—Young Master—" Helena gasped, her voice breaking with each thrust. "Slow down—I can’t—ahhn~!—I’m going to—break—!"

PHACK!

Viktor’s hips slamd forward, burying his cock to the absolute hilt. The head kissed her cervix, pressed against her womb.

Helena’s entire body jerked forward, breasts dragging across the sheets, nipples screaming with friction.

"HNNNNGH~!!!"

"You won’t break," Viktor growled against Bella’s lips before biting down on her lower lip gently. "Though I can’t guarantee about your pussy."

Bella whimpered, her pussy clenching around his vibrating tail so hard it almost hurt.

"Viktor—" Kaida tried, her voice desperate and breathy. "My pussy is—ahhn~!—too sensitive—I ca three tis already—nnyahh~!—please—just slow—hnnngh~!—down—!"

She was lying. It was more than three. She’d lost count after the fifth orgasm, each one bleeding into the next.

Her pussy was swollen, oversensitive, clenching reflexively around his fingers with every pump—

Viktor’s fingers inside her curled hard, pressing against her g-spot with ruthless precision.

Sqlch!

"NYAAHHH~!!!"

Kaida’s back arched violently, her leg kicking out reflexively.

"Still so tight though," Viktor observed casually, like he wasn’t currently orchestrating the destruction of three won simultaneously. "Guess your body can handle more than you thought, huh?"

"Mmmmph~! Nnngh~! Mmmm~!" Bella’s muffled cries against his mouth were the most desperate. She couldn’t even form words. Could only make sounds—pleading, begging sounds muffled by his tongue.

*Too much. It’s too much. I’m going to die. I’m going to break. Please. Please. More. Don’t stop. Never stop—*

Her tail squeezed his hips tighter. Her claws dug deeper into his shoulders.

Please. Slow down. Too much. Can’t handle it.

Her body was screaming it even if her mouth couldn’t.

But Viktor didn’t slow down.

His cock pounded Helena faster.

His fingers pumped Kaida harder.

His tail vibrated inside Bella at maximum intensity.

PHACK-PHACK-PHACK!

Sqlch-sqlch-sqlch!

Bzzzzzzzzz!

"I’m—ahhn~!—I’m lting—!"

*’Sigh...’* Viktor thought, drowned in the vast sea that a man could feel in his life. Standing there while clearly engaged in the lust, he felt that just within a week he seed to have enjoyed the fun he could have in his last life combined in this one.

*Shit, I want to remain like this... fuck!*

Unaware that his relief seed eternal—just like how a man masturbates and believes he is in ultimate ecstasy before the post-ejaculation hits—a system pop-up suddenly shredded away all the remaining enjoynt he could have had, while he didn’t even notice it due to his indulgence.

[ Activating the Proxy of Uncertainty and Moan-Arch: Host has Imperial Harem but not the Empire]

[ Designating the Empire. ]

[ Triggering first major diversion in story plotline. ]

Suddenly the invisible pungent sll seed to turn into purple and pink light, quietly exiting without him noticing as it swallowed the garden.

Rusty and Rustina bounced in place at the edge of the overgrown flowerbed, tiny gelatinous bodies pulsing in sync, their little arms raised and pointing toward the distant mountain range where the Millbrook village in fragnts sat scattered like broken teeth under the sky.

Their bodies quivered with every thrust that shook the manor, every muffled scream that bled through the stone walls.

Each ti Viktor’s cock slamd into one of his wives, the purple and pink slis shuddered, then greedily drank in the invisible waves that rippled out.

That room.

That bed.

That man.

The lust thick in the air wasn’t just physical anymore.

It was turning into sothing else.

Sothing layered, ancient, familiar to beings that weren’t supposed to have proper mouths, yet sohow understood hunger all the sa.

Rusty’s surface went from a soft grape tone to a deeper, stormy violet, bubbles forming and popping like boiling tar.

Rustina’s body brightened into neon candy-pink, her flower-shaped "head" flaring open like a blooming carnivore.

"Kyuu... kyuuuu..."

"Kyuh...!"

Their little arms reached up as if embracing the sky.

The light ca down.

Not from above—from inside.

From the manor.

From Viktor.

The air twisted.

SWWOOOOSHHH.

Sound vanished.

For a heartbeat, the world held its breath.

Then the sky split.

A magic circle blood overhead, so huge it seed to scrape across the stars themselves.

Lines of burning violet and rose pink carved into the night, tracing runes that nobody in the village could read—but everyone could feel.

Fifty miles.

At least.

Wherever the scattered pieces of the old Millbrook village still clung to life, huts shuddered as people stepped out, eyes tilted up in terror.

Mothers clutched children.

Old n dropped to their knees. Superstitious fools clasped their hands, muttering prayers to gods who had stopped listening a long ti ago.

This wasn’t a blessing.

It was an announcent.

The aurora rippled—purple and pink curtains of light washing over the land like waves of slow lightning.

It painted the broken mountains, the dead trees, the rotting huts, even the ruined manor grounds in sickly, beautiful colors.

From the center of the magic circle, sothing descended.

Not a beam.

Not pure light.

A shape.

Stone.

At least, that’s what it looked like—at first.

A pillar erged from the sky, impossibly vast, like a building turned upside down and hamred down through the clouds.

The air scread around it, compressed and torn, the edges shimring with heat.

Runes crawled across its surface, pulsing with the sa purple-pink glow that burned in the circle above.

"What is that..."

"Is it... the gods?"

"No. No, this is... this is the end..."

The villagers could only watch.

So fainted.

So pissed themselves.

So prayed harder.

But the tower kept coming.

It swallowed the upper line of the mountain range without effort, casting a shadow that turned the night even darker.

In a single breath, it made the peaks look like simple bumps on the landscape instead of the natural walls they’d always been.

Then it hit.

BOOOOOM.

The ground convulsed.

The manor shook violently, stone grinding against stone, dust falling from the ceilings like ash.

Windows shuddered in their fras. Old wood cried out.

Sowhere, old furniture toppled and shattered with dull thuds.

The earth rolled like a wave.

In the bedroom, Viktor’s hips were buried to the hilt in Kaida’s soaked pussy when the shockwave slamd through the building.

Helena’s scream snapped into a pitch that wasn’t pleasure anymore.

The violent tremor made her lose balance completely as she bounced on his cock, her body flung forward, the sheets tearing under her fingers.

"KyaaAh~!!" Her huge breasts slamd into the mattress; her already-wrecked pussy clenched and spasd as the bed lurched.

On his other side, Bella was ripped off rhythm, her small fra jolting hard. The vibration stunned her body, her tail tightening like a steel band around his waist.

"Nnyang~!"