100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids Chapter 332 - 331- Priestess’ Return

"Wh—AAAAAHHHHHHH!"

The scream that tore from Olivia’s throat was primal, raw, filled with pain and betrayal and absolute horror.

Her entire body went rigid, every muscle locking up in shock. Her ass clamped down on Viktor’s cock like a vice, the sudden tightness making him groan even as he continued thrusting.

"NO! NO! WHAT—AAAHHH! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

The weight on her back was crushing. The teeth on her shoulder bit deeper. The impossible fullness in her rear stretched and burned and violated every sacred part of her being.

"LORD VIKTOR! PLEASE! STOP! IT—"

’HAA—HAA—’

A massive jolt surged through her body.

Not physical. Not pain.

Sothing else entirely. Like the world itself glitched, skipped a beat, rewrote reality in the space between heartbeats.

Olivia’s head jerked upward violently.

Her eyes, wide with terror and tears, saw—

Nothing.

No forest. No stone. No Viktor’s weight crushing her down.

Soft white ceiling. Wooden beams. Morning light filtering through curtains.

"Wh—what?" Olivia gasped, her voice hoarse and broken.

She was lying down. But not on rough stone grinding against her breasts. On sothing soft. Yielding. Warm.

A bed.

Her mind reeled, struggling to process the impossible transition.

One mont—the vivid, horrifying sensation of being violated. The stone scraping her raw nipples with every thrust. The weight of Viktor’s body pinning her down. The obscene ’slap-slap-slap’ of flesh on flesh. The burning, stretching fullness in her ass as eight inches of hard cock pounded into her virgin hole.

It had been ’real’. She’d felt every detail. Every thrust. Every tear. Every mont of betrayal.

But now—

Olivia’s breathing ca in ragged, panicked gasps. Her hands shot down to grip the sheets beneath her, fingers digging into soft fabric.

Fabric. Not dirt. Not stone.

She pushed herself up slightly on trembling arms, her massive breasts swaying heavily beneath her, and looked around with wild, confused eyes.

A bedroom.

Not lavish, but comfortable. A simple wooden bed fra. Clean white sheets and a wool blanket pooled around her waist. A dresser against one wall. A window with light curtains letting in soft morning light.

"Where... where am I?" Olivia whispered, her voice shaking.

Her golden eyes darted around the room, searching for answers, for context, for ’anything’ that made sense.

But nothing did.

The transition had been too sudden. Too complete. Too ’wrong’.

She’d been in the forest. She’d been screaming. She’d been—

Olivia’s hands moved to her shoulder where Viktor had bitten her.

Nothing. No teeth marks. No pain. Just smooth, unblemished skin.

"Was it... a dream?" she whispered, her voice cracking with desperate hope.

But even as she said it, she knew it wasn’t true.

Because she could still ’feel’ it.

The stretch. The fullness. The invasion.

Her hand trembled as it moved lower, down her naked body, toward—

She froze.

Her eyes dropped to look down at herself.

She was completely naked. The sheets and blanket had fallen to her waist when she’d sat up, leaving her massive breasts fully exposed, nipples hard and sensitive in the cool air.

Her milky-white skin was unmarked. No bruises on her hips where Viktor’s fingers had dug in. No scrapes on her breasts from the stone. No bite marks.

But her body ’felt’ wrong.

Olivia’s breathing quickened as her trembling hand moved between her thick thighs.

She spread her legs slightly, the sheets rustling, and looked down at her pussy.

Virgin. Still sealed. The blonde bush untouched.

But just below—

Her fingers traced lower, toward her rear entrance, and—

"Ah!" Olivia gasped, her body jerking.

The pain wasn’t there anymore. The sharp, tearing agony of being violated had vanished.

But the ’fullness’ remained.

She could feel it. A deep, slimy, wrong sensation inside her ass. Like sothing thick and warm was still buried in her bowels. Not moving. Not thrusting. Just... ’there’. Filling her. Claiming her.

And sothing else.

Wetness. Slickness. Running down her inner thighs.

Olivia’s hand ca back up, fingers glistening with clear fluid mixed with sothing thicker, whiter.

Seed.

Viktor’s seed.

Leaking from her violated hole.

"No... no no no..." Olivia’s voice broke into a sob.

It hadn’t been a dream. It couldn’t have been. Dreams didn’t leave physical evidence. Dreams didn’t make her feel ’filled’ even when nothing was inside her anymore.

Her eyes dropped further, to her lower belly.

And there it was.

The pink mark.

Heart-shaped, with intricate spiraling patterns radiating outward. Glowing faintly with demonic energy. Pulsing in ti with her racing heartbeat.

A womb mark. A corruption mark. A brand of ownership.

Olivia’s trembling fingers traced the edge of it, and the mont she touched it, a jolt of unwanted heat shot through her core.

"Aaahn!" She gasped, her pussy clenching involuntarily, gushing a fresh trickle of wetness down her thighs.

The mark was ’active’. Alive. Rewriting her body’s responses even now.

"What... what did he do to ?" Olivia whispered, tears streaming down her face.

She looked around the room again, more carefully this ti.

The furniture was simple but well-made. The window showed a view of... buildings. A town. Millbrook, she realized with dawning horror.

This was Viktor’s manor. She was in Viktor’s ho.

"Where am I?" Olivia said again, louder this ti, her voice edged with panic. "How did I get here? What—"

The door opened.

Olivia’s head snapped toward it, her hands instinctively moving to cover her naked breasts, her eyes wide with terror.

A woman entered. Not Viktor.

She had pink hair tied in a ponytail, pale skin, and wore a simple maid’s outfit that did nothing to hide her voluptuous figure. Her eyes were normal now—no heart-shaped pupils—but there was a knowing smile on her lips.

Elara.

"Good morning, Olivia~" Elara said cheerfully, carrying a tray with food and water. "I see you’re finally awake. You’ve been sleeping for quite a while."

"E-Elara?" Olivia’s voice was barely a whisper. "What... what happened? Where’s Lord Viktor? Why am I—"

She couldn’t finish. Too many questions. Too much confusion and fear.

Elara set the tray down on a small table beside the bed and turned to face Olivia with that sa gentle, knowing smile.

"You passed out during the cleansing ritual in the forest," Elara explained calmly. "The corruption was too strong. It exhausted you completely. Lord Viktor carried you back here to recover safely."

Olivia’s mind spun.

Cleansing ritual. Forest. Passed out.

But... but she rembered—

"The demon," Olivia whispered, her eyes searching Elara’s face desperately. "Lord Viktor was possessed. I had to... I had to save him. I swallowed the demon’s seed to weaken it. And then—and then—"

Her voice broke.

"And then what?" Elara asked softly, tilting her head.

Olivia’s mouth opened. Closed. Her mind replayed the vivid, horrifying mories.

Being positioned on the rock. Elara’s possessed body preparing her. The bottle of juices. The violation. The pain. Viktor’s voice saying she looked "fuckable." The relentless pounding. The screaming. The—

"I... I don’t..." Olivia stamred, her hands trembling violently. "It felt so real. I felt... I felt him inside . I felt the pain. I felt—"

She looked down at the mark on her womb again, then back up at Elara.

"Was it real?" Olivia whispered desperately. "Or was it a nightmare? Please... please tell it was just a nightmare from the corruption..."