100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids Chapter 293- Interrogation of a Succubus

She looked up at him through tear-blurred vision and saw that expression again. That look of possessive satisfaction—like he was claiming sothing precious that belonged only to him.

That look made her want to please him more.

Elara hollowed her cheeks, creating suction around his shaft. Her tongue pressed against the underside, tracing the prominent vein running along his length. She took him as deep as her throat would allow, fighting past her gag reflex.

"Hnn... fuck..." Viktor groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Just like that..."

She was doing this willingly now. Consciously choosing to suck his cock. No possession. No control. Just her decision.

The wet sounds filled the room—’schlop, gluck, slurp’—mixing with her muffled moans and his rough breathing.

Viktor’s grip tightened in her hair as pleasure built in his core. His hips began moving, gently fucking her mouth, watching her lips stretch obscenely around his girth.

Elara’s hands slid from his hips to grip his muscular thighs, her nails digging in slightly. Drool escaped the corners of her stretched mouth, running down her chin in glistening streams.

She sucked harder, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, taking him deeper with each stroke. Her amber eyes never left his face, cataloging every micro-expression of pleasure.

Viktor felt his orgasm building—that familiar tightening in his balls, the pressure mounting. Just a bit more and he’d—

Suddenly, a translucent notification materialized in his vision.

[WARNING: Due to Entity Authority being weaker than Host Authority, Host ejaculation has been automatically blocked as a protective security asure against potential energy drain.]

Viktor blinked, his pleasure-fogged mind taking a mont to process the words.

Energy drain. Entity. Security asure.

His eyes widened in realization.

At that exact mont, Elara’s amber eyes flickered. Pink began bleeding into her irises like ink diffusing in water. Those distinctive heart-shaped pupils reford, glowing with unnatural light.

Her grip on his thighs changed—nails suddenly digging in painfully, possessively, drawing thin lines of blood.

Then she forced her head forward brutally, ramming his cock deeper into her own throat. Five inches. Six inches. Seven.

"GLKKKKK!" The gagging sound was wet, desperate, violent.

But she didn’t stop. She held herself there, throat convulsing around his shaft, tears streaming down her face.

Then she spoke—the words garbled and broken around his cock but unmistakably mocking in tone.

"Yhuu... ghlkk... thinhk... mmph... I’b juhst vahhnishh?"

The voice was Elara’s, but the cadence was wrong. Too confident. Too cruel.

Her throat worked around him as she continued speaking, each word sending vibrations through his shaft.

"Iph yhuu... glkk... owtsmaht mhe... hnn..." She pulled back slightly, just enough to enunciate better while keeping him deep in her mouth. "Yhuu wheahk luhst dhemohn?"

Saliva poured from her stretched lips in thick ropes, coating his cock and balls, dripping onto her marked breasts below. Her pink heart-pupiled eyes stared up at him with malicious glee and triumph.

The succubus. It was still inside her. Still controlling her.

Viktor’s jaw clenched, his hand tightening painfully in her hair. The pleasure he’d been feeling evaporated, replaced by cold calculation.

"So you’re still in there," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous register.

The Entity grinned with Elara’s mouth—his cock still buried inside, making the expression disturbing and wrong. She pulled back slowly, letting his shaft slide out with an obscene ’pop’, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his tip.

"Did you really think," the succubus purred in Elara’s voice, licking her lips lewdly, "that one painful penetration would free her? That breaking her hyn would shatter my hold?"

Her hands moved to her own breasts, groping them roughly while maintaining that predatory eye contact. "This body is delicious. So responsive. So perfectly suited for pleasure. I’m not letting it go."

Viktor’s eyes turned glacial. Another system notification appeared.

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE: Physical shock was insufficient. Entity has adapted to pain stimulus. Requires complete spiritual override through sustained intimate connection combined with peak emotional bonding.]

[RECOMNDATION: Full sexual intercourse with simultaneous dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphin flooding will overwhelm Entity’s control matrix. Entity cannot maintain possession during genuine emotional-physical climax.]

A dark, predatory smirk crossed Viktor’s face. "So I need to fuck it out of her properly."

The succubus’ grin faltered slightly, uncertainty flickering in those pink eyes. "What—"

"You made a mistake," Viktor interrupted, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. He grabbed both of Elara’s wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. "You’re still connected to her nervous system. Still experiencing everything she feels."

He positioned himself between her spread legs, his cock—still rock-hard and dripping—pressing against her swollen pussy lips.

"So, tell , Miss Succubus, who exactly are you?"

PAAH!

"HNGHH~~!"

Viktor’s cock slamd into her—four brutal inches in one thrust, entering the pussy he’d deflowered re minutes ago.

The succubus’ body—Elara’s body—flinched violently, trembling from the sudden intrusion. But instead of crying out, she threw her head back and laughed, the sound dark and mocking.

"Ahaha... hnnn... you think... mmph... this will work?" Her hand moved to grope her own breast roughly while the other slid down to rub her clit around where his cock was buried. "You think fucking will—ahh!—free her?"

Viktor didn’t respond with words. He pulled back slowly, watching his cock slide out—glistening with her juices and traces of blood—before slamming back in.

SLAP.

The sound of flesh eting flesh echoed through the bedroom.

"NNGH!" The Entity’s confident expression cracked slightly.

Viktor established a brutal rhythm, his hips pistoning forward with chanical precision. Each thrust drove deeper, stretching her freshly deflowered pussy. Her body hadn’t adjusted yet—every penetration carried an edge of pain mixed with overwhelming pleasure.

"Who... are... you?" Viktor grunted between thrusts, his dark eyes boring into those glowing pink hearts.

The succubus tried to maintain her mocking grin, but it was getting harder. Her—Elara’s—mouth kept falling open in gasps and moans.

"I’m—ahhn!—a demonic essence... hnng... born in this world..." She managed to speak between his relentless pounding. "This body was... mmph... was vessel I choose—!"

Viktor’s eyes narrowed. He increased his pace, watching the obscene bulge form in her lower abdon with each deep thrust. His cock was creating a visible outline beneath her soft skin—eight inches of thick demon cock stretching her impossibly.

Plap-plap-plap-plap.

"Explain," Viktor commanded, his hand moving to grip her breast like a handle, using it for leverage as he pounded harder.

"Ahh! Fuck! You’re—hnng—too rough!" The Entity gasped, drool beginning to leak from the corner of her mouth. Her whole body was trembling with each impact.

Viktor switched his grip to her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding her in place as he fucked her with animalistic intensity. "Talk."

"I’ve been... ahhn... with her since... mmph... birth!" The succubus’ words ca out broken, interrupted by moans and gasps. "Influencing... hngg... guiding... destroying..."

Viktor’s cock hit sothing deep inside—probably her cervix—making her entire body spasm.

"IINGH! W-Wait—that’s too—"

"Destroying what?" Viktor pressed, not slowing down for a second. His balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, creating a lewd rhythm.

The Entity’s hands clawed at the bedsheets, her back arching involuntarily. "Her... ahhn... rchant family... I made it all... hnng... fall apart..."

Viktor felt sothing click in his mind. He adjusted his angle, hitting that sa deep spot repeatedly, watching her—the Entity—lose more control with each thrust.

Plap-plap-plap.

"How?"