100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids Chapter 367 - 366 - Impregnated

"Gwen." She said it. Her voice had actual alarm in it now, different from the flustered undignified sounds from before—real. "Gwen is downstairs. She will hear."

Viktor looked at her.

Those dark eyes, close and steady, carrying the particular expression of a man who had already calculated this and arrived at an answer she wasn’t going to like.

"Then," he said simply, "be quiet."

"That is not—"

He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

’Oh.’

’That is not the tail. That is— I can feel the width of it already and he hasn’t even— oh that is entirely, categorically, undeniably not the tail—’

"HNGH—"

The sound hit the back of her teeth and she bit down on it, hard, eyes going wide, fingers clutching his shoulders hard enough to leave white moons in skin.

He was thick. Thick and blunt and the stretch of the first push burned through every wall she had left—her body opening for him inch by inch, accommodating sothing the tail had not, could not have, prepared her for.

’Wide. Long and wide and I can feel— I can feel the exact shape of him, every ridge pressing open as he pushes in—’

PAH.

The first thrust hit full depth.

Her whole body rocked up the wall—bare heels scrambling for purchase against the backs of his thighs—breasts bouncing hard with the impact, the heavy mass of them smacking together and swaying back, nipples dragging against the fabric of his shirt.

"Anh~!! Mmph~!! Nghh~!!"

She pressed her mouth to his shoulder and the sound ca out anyway—muffled into fabric, wet and broken and completely out of her control.

’He’s all the way in. Already. I can feel the blunt end of him pressing sothing deep inside that hasn’t been pressed in— I can’t think about when. I can’t think about anything.’

Viktor’s hands gripped the full soft weight of her ass—both palms, fingers sinking into flesh, spreading it as he pulled her down onto the next thrust.

PAH. PAH.

Her whole body bounced.

The force lifted her—the wall, his grip, the drive of his hips—and she felt herself slam back down onto him, thighs jiggling with the impact, the obscene slap of her ass eting his pelvis loud in the warm bedroom even through the muffling press of her face against his shoulder.

"Hngh~!! AAHH~!! Nnn~!!"

’My daughter. Gwen is in the sitting room. I have to— I need to stop— I cannot stop—my hips are moving on their own, rolling to et him, and I don’t know when I gave them permission to do that—’

"Viktor—" She pulled back enough to speak, voice wrecked and breathy and nothing like herself. "You have to—we cannot—hngh—"

PAH. PAH. PAH!

He found a rhythm and it was rciless.

Each stroke drove the air from her lungs, breasts rolling forward and back with every pump, pale skin flushed pink from friction, from handling, from the warm pressure of his chest eting them on every inward drive.

"Hahh~!! Oungh~!! HIIKK~!!"

Her head knocked back against the wall.

’He’s all the way in on every single stroke. Fully, impossibly seated inside and I can feel the blunt press of him against the deepest part— that specific interior nudge that makes my vision go white at the edges and my thighs clench like my body is trying to hold him there—’

"Stop—" She was still trying. Valiantly. "Gwen will—she’ll hear—Viktor, I’m—"

He kissed her instead.

His mouth swallowed the rest of the protest, and his hips did not slow, and her body answered him with a fresh rush of slickness that was audible every ti he drove back in.

PAH. PAAAH!

One deep thrust—slow, grinding, full—and she felt herself lifted entirely off the wall with the force of it, only his grip under her and the wall behind her keeping her from dissolving.

"MMPH~!!"

She bit down on his lip trying to stay quiet.

’That one was slow. He did that deliberately— the long grinding push that sits at full depth and lets feel exactly how much of him is inside — I hate that it works. I hate how completely it works.’

Her breasts were swinging freely now with each bounce, nipples tightening to hard points—and then sothing else was happening.

Sothing warm. Sothing that had nothing to do with the sex, or did, or was so consequence she hadn’t anticipated.

’An aching fullness building in my chest. Like pressure with weight behind it. No— no I haven’t— it’s been years since I’ve—’

Viktor’s mouth left hers.

Dropped to her throat. Lower. His lips dragged down the curve of her collarbone with the directness of a man going specifically sowhere—and then his mouth closed around her nipple.

"Hahh—"

’The pull of his mouth landed on sothing that wasn’t just skin. Sothing deeper, sothing tender I didn’t know was tender until his lips closed around it and then I felt the warmth move—’

The sensation was layered. The pull of his mouth t sothing that hadn’t been there before—warmth blooming from the center of her chest and spreading outward—and she felt the first trace of sothing wet against his lips.

’No.’

’No that is not— I am not— I have not produced milk in sixteen years—’

Viktor pulled back. Looked.

"Interesting."

"Don’t—" Her voice cracked. "Don’t you dare make it research—"

PAH. PAH.

He resud moving and closed his mouth around her again and the twin sensation—his cock driving into her and his mouth drawing at her breast—crossed so wire in her brain that had never been crossed before, so circuit that made her whole body arch off the wall and her vision splinter white.

"Hahh~!! NGH~!! AAAHH~!!"

She buried her face in his hair.

’He is milking . His mouth is pulling at my chest while he hamrs open from below and I am giving him both— my body is answering both demands at once like it has already chosen a side and that side is not mine—’

’Gwen is thirty feet below us. My daughter. And I am leaking into this man’s mouth while his cock fills so completely I cannot rember what empty felt like.’

His tongue moved against her nipple.

’Oh—’

"Hngh—"

PAH. PAH. PAAAH!

Short, deep, punishing now—his grip under her ass holding her exactly where he wanted her, every thrust driving a breath from her that ca out wet and ruined.

"Mm~!! Hnn~!! NGHH~!!"

’The pressure in my chest is releasing every ti he pulls. I can feel it— the warmth leaving through his mouth, the strange relief of it, and every ti that happens sothing in the deeper part of clenches around him like the two sensations are wired together now and I cannot separate them—’

Viktor lifted his head.

His lips were wet. His eyes were dark and sothing else—sothing that wasn’t just satisfaction, sothing with warmth in it she didn’t have a word for.

"I hope," he said, low, against her throat, hips still grinding in those short deep thrusts, "that you beco addicted to this."

’I already am. The thought arrived before I could stop it and it was not a protest. That is the problem. That is precisely the problem.’

She couldn’t answer.

Her mouth ford the shape of several responses and discarded all of them because his cock hit that deep interior point again and every coherent thing inside her folded.

PAH. PAH. PAH!

"Hahh~!! Oungh~!! HIEKK~!!"

Her nails were in his back. She didn’t rember putting them there.

Her whole body was starting to shake—not isolated trembling but a systemic thing, full-body, every muscle involved—and the orgasm building for the last several minutes was no longer politely waiting.

"Viktor—" Fractured. "Viktor I’m—"

He plunged in. Full depth. Ground against her.

And then—

He released.

’Hot. Flooding. Imdiate. I can feel it— the actual pulse of him, each wave pressing into the deepest part of , and my body is clenching around him, pulling him further in, gripping like it wants to seal every drop inside—’

’My womb. I can feel it in my womb. The heat sitting there, settling there, and my walls won’t stop clenching— they are gripping him greedily and I told them to stop and they are not stopping—’

"AAANGH—!!"

The sound ca out fully. Too loud. She muffled it into his shoulder a fraction of a second too late, the tail end of it ringing in the warm bedroom air.

Her whole body shook.

Her thighs locked around him, slick and trembling, holding the fullness of him inside her while the orgasm wrung through her in waves that made the previous two feel like introductions.

’Full. I am full of him and the hot flood of what he spilled is sitting against my womb wall and my body is— it is pulling at him. Milking him back. Greedy in a way I have no frawork for.’

Her back slid down the wall. Her breasts dragged against his shirt. The warm ss of both of them pressed between her thighs, leaking, and she hung in his grip with every muscle she owned completely spent.

"Stop."

It ca out small.

"Don’t."

’I an it. I think I an it. My hips are still moving in tiny involuntary rolls and I am not telling them to.’

Her voice was barely there, pressed against his collar, but it carried sothing different—sothing that wasn’t just flustered or embarrassed or undignified.

Sothing wrong.

"Sothing is—" She couldn’t articulate it. The sensation was interior and strange and spreading—not painful, not pleasant, just insistent, like sothing settling, like a key turning in a lock she hadn’t known was there. "Sothing is wrong."

Viktor was still.

He didn’t set her down.

His hips moved again.

’He is still inside . Still hard. Still— and the heat of what he put inside is making the whole interior of flutter in ways that have nothing to do with my permission—’

Slow. Deliberate. The thick length of him still buried inside her—still fully hard—grinding in a slow circle that spread his release against her walls and dragged a sound from her she had no architecture left to contain.

"Hn— Viktor—"

PAH.

One thrust. asured. Deep.

"Anh~!!"

[ Impregnated the Elven nad Vivian (mother of Gwen).]