100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids Chapter 344 - 343- Olivia’s Rise

Viktor’s hand moved with deliberate slowness as Olivia stared, transfixed by the obscene display before her. His fingers traced up Elara’s side, making the pink-haired succubus shiver, before cupping her modest breast through her dress.

"Ahhn~" Elara whimpered softly, her pink tail curling tighter around Viktor’s thigh.

His other hand mirrored the movent on Bella’s side, the cat-girl pressing herself into his touch with a purr. Viktor’s fingers found their nipples simultaneously, pinching through the fabric.

"Mmm~" Bella wled, her silver ears flattening with pleasure.

Viktor twisted both nipples hard, pulling the fabric taut, making both won gasp and arch into his grip. All while Mira and Helena continued their worship below, tongues working his still-hard shaft in perfect tandem.

His dark eyes never left Olivia’s face. Watching her. Reading her. Drinking in every expression that crossed her features—shock, confusion, arousal, denial.

"That sensation," Viktor said suddenly, his voice cutting through the wet sounds filling the carriage. "That day. In that place."

Olivia blinked, confused. "What—"

"When you woke up in the cave," Viktor continued, his hands still working Elara and Bella’s breasts roughly. "You felt sothing, didn’t you?"

The priestess’s golden eyes widened slightly. Her lips parted.

"After you lost consciousness," Viktor said, his smirk widening. "You felt above you. Inside you."

"No—" Olivia whispered, but her voice lacked conviction.

"It was ," Viktor stated plainly. "I was simply trying to recharge myself using our bodies. But I healed your body as well, so you might not have felt the pain in your asshole."

The carriage went completely silent except for the wet sounds of Mira and Helena’s mouths working Viktor’s cock.

Olivia’s face drained of all color, then flooded crimson.

"You—" she breathed. "You were—my—"

"Your tight little anal hole, yes," Viktor confird casually, pinching Elara’s nipple harder to emphasize his words. The succubus cried out softly. "Eight inches deep. You were unconscious, but your body responded beautifully."

Olivia’s hands flew to her mouth. Her eyes were impossibly wide, glistening with unshed tears.

’That feeling,’ she thought frantically. ’That strange fullness when I woke. The way my bottom felt... different. Stretched but sohow healed. Used but unmarked.’

Like sothing had been inside her, opened her up completely, then withdrawn without leaving evidence. A product used and returned without the owner knowing.

"I didn’t—I couldn’t have—" Olivia stamred.

But even as she protested, her body betrayed her. Her thighs pressed together harder. Her breathing quickened. Her nipples strained against her robes.

Because part of her—the part she’d been denying—rembered. Wanted it again. Craved that fullness.

Viktor’s smirk was absolutely predatory now.

"You already belong to , Olivia," he said softly. "Your body knows it. Your soul knows it. Only your mind is still fighting."

Olivia’s jaw trembled. Tears finally spilled down her cheeks.

But she didn’t deny it.

Couldn’t deny it.

She simply nodded once, jerkily, before looking away.

’Fuck,’ Olivia cursed inwardly. ’He used . Claid . And I didn’t even know. How am I supposed to—what am I supposed to—’

Movent drew her attention back.

Kaida was standing.

The crimson-eyed warrior rose smoothly from her seat, her athletic body moving with predatory grace. Her hands went to the small buttons of her tight jeans, undoing them one by one.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

The sound seed impossibly loud in the enclosed space.

Kaida hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly—torturously slowly—slid the denim down her muscular thighs.

Her pussy was revealed inch by inch. Smooth. Clean. Milky white skin. Completely bare.

And absolutely dripping.

Clear fluid glistened on her inner thighs, catching the dim light. Her pussy lips were swollen and flushed, visibly aroused. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, hard and needy.

"Five days," Kaida muttered, her voice rough with suppressed desire. "Five fucking days without him inside us."

She kicked the jeans aside completely, leaving her in just her top. Then she turned toward Olivia, her crimson eyes locking onto golden-amber ones.

"So, Miss Priestess," Kaida said, her voice dripping with both challenge and hunger. "You better know that I am the senior wife."

Before Olivia could respond, Kaida moved.

She straddled Viktor’s lap in one smooth motion, facing away from him. Her muscular ass pressed against his cock, which Mira and Helena had finally released from their mouths.

Kaida reached back with one hand, gripping Viktor’s shaft and positioning it at her entrance.

"Watch closely," Kaida told Olivia, her voice breathless but firm. "This is what serving our lord looks like."

Her eyes widened suddenly.

Viktor’s hands clamped onto her hips like iron vices. His fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to bruise.

Then he pulled.

"AHHHHHHH!"

Kaida’s scream tore through the carriage as Viktor impaled her in one brutal thrust.

His cock plunged into her pussy—three inches, four inches—

But it felt like so much more.

Kaida’s entire body went rigid. Her back arched violently. Her hands flew forward, gripping the edge of the opposite bench for dear life.

"FUCK!" she cried out, her voice breaking. "WHY—WHY IS IT SO THICK?!"

Viktor was smirking behind her, though she couldn’t see it. His divine abilities had activated the mont he entered her. His cock was expanding inside her pussy, swelling thicker, firr, stretching her walls beyond what should be possible.

From eight inches to nine. From nine to ten in girth. Growing inside her like a living thing.

"Viktor—!" Kaida gasped, her crimson eyes rolling back. "You’re—you’re getting bigger—inside —!"

Her pussy was clenching desperately around his expanding shaft, trying to accommodate the impossible invasion. Fluid gushed from her, soaking Viktor’s lap, dripping onto the carriage floor.

"Too—too thick—I can’t—"

Viktor didn’t give her ti to adjust.

He pulled her hips down hard, forcing the remaining inches into her in one savage thrust.

SCHLICK.

"HNNNGH!"

All eight inches disappeared inside Kaida’s body. Viktor’s cock pressed against her cervix, the head kissing the entrance to her womb. His balls pressed flush against her ass.

Balls deep.

Completely buried.

Kaida’s mouth hung open in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. Drool leaked from the corner of her lips.

The bulge in her lower abdon was obscene. Viktor’s thick cock created a visible outline beneath her skin, distorting her flat belly into a pronounced curve.

"Fuck—" Kaida finally managed to gasp. "Fuck—fuck—you’re in my womb—you’re pressing—against—"

Viktor’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts, grabbing them roughly through her top. He squeezed hard, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, using them as handles.

Then he pulled her back against his chest, hugging her like she was nothing more than an onahole. A toy for his pleasure.

"Co on, Kaida," Viktor growled directly into her ear. "Let’s show the priestess how she needs to serve daily."

He lifted her by her breasts—actually lifted her entire body using just his grip on her chest—until his cock slid almost completely out of her pussy.

Then he slamd her back down.

PLAP!

"AHHN!"

Up.

Down.

PLAP!

"FUCK!"

Up.

Down.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Viktor began bouncing Kaida on his cock like she weighed nothing. Her athletic body, all muscle and strength, treated like a ragdoll in his hands.

Her breasts bounced violently with each impact, jiggling heavily despite her athletic build. Her red hair whipped back and forth, slapping against Viktor’s face and shoulders.

"Ahh! Ahh! Viktor! Too—too hard! You’re—you’re breaking—breaking —!"

But her pussy told a different story. She was clenching around him desperately, gripping his cock like a vice every ti he pulled out. Her juices gushed with each thrust, creating obscene wet sounds that filled the carriage.

Plap-plap-plap-plap—

Kaida’s eyes focused montarily on Olivia, who sat frozen across from them. The priestess’s face was absolutely crimson, her mouth hanging open, her breathing rapid and shallow.

"See—hah—see this?" Kaida managed to gasp between thrusts. "This—this is what—what he does to us—every—fucking—day!"

PLAP!

"We wake up—ahhn—with his cock inside us—!"

PLAP!

"We eat—hngh—with his cum leaking—out of us—!"

PLAP!

"We sleep—fuck—we sleep with his seed—filling our wombs—!"

Viktor’s grip tightened on her breasts, his fingers digging in almost painfully. One hand left her chest to grab her throat instead, tilting her head back against his shoulder.

"Tell her how it feels," Viktor commanded, his voice a dark growl in her ear.

"It feels—" Kaida’s voice cracked. Her pussy clenched violently. "It feels amazing! Incredible! Like nothing else matters! Like my whole body exists just to be fucked by you!"

Tears stread down her face from the intensity. Her crimson eyes were glazed with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

"I need it!" she cried out. "I need your cock every day! Multiple tis! I’ll die if you don’t breed ! My body won’t let survive without it!"

The addiction was fully manifested now. Five days of denial had made her desperate, and Viktor’s enhanced abilities were driving her absolutely insane with need.

His cock swelled even thicker inside her, and Kaida scread.

"CUMMING! I’M—I’M CUMMING ALREADY!"

Her entire body seized up. Her pussy clamped down on Viktor’s cock like a vice. Clear fluid sprayed from where they were joined, squirting onto the carriage floor in powerful jets.

SQUIRT. SQUIRT. SQUIRT.

"AHHHHHHHH!"

But Viktor didn’t stop.

He kept bouncing her on his cock through her orgasm, prolonging it, intensifying it until Kaida was nothing but a screaming, trembling ss in his arms.

"More," Viktor growled. "Cum again."

"I can’t—I just—I can’t—!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"CUMMING AGAIN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

Kaida’s second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Her body went completely rigid, every muscle locking up. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled back so far only the whites showed.

And through it all, Olivia watched.

The priestess’s hands had moved to her own breasts without her realizing it, squeezing them through her robes. Her thighs rubbed together desperately, seeking friction. Her breathing ca in short, desperate pants.