100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 319- Rise of Behemoth

Rock hard.

His cock pressed against her, separated only by the thin fabric of his trousers and her soaked dress.

The thing whose even single vein shape was embedded in her body and remembered by her mind.

Viktor’s arms came around her waist, ostensibly to steady her as the carriage prepared to move again.

But his hands rested just below her breasts. His breath was hot against her ear.

And as Aldrin turned back to the reins and Olivia resumed looking out the window, Viktor whispered—so quietly only Elara could hear:

"You are too vulgar Elara, cumming infront of a priestess? I bet the succubus is much more decent than you."

His hips shifted slightly, grinding his hardness against her ass.

Elara bit her lip hard enough to taste blood.

’I’m going to die,’ she thought desperately. ’I’m actually going to die from this.’

"Aldrin," Viktor called out, his voice perfectly normal. "Continue to the forest. And don’t stop for anything."

"Yes, my lord!"

The carriage lurched forward.

"Umhh..."

Elara’s entire body felt like it was on fire.

The moment she’d settled onto Viktor’s lap, the heat had started. Not just arousal—though gods, there was plenty of that—but a deeper, more primal warmth that radiated from where their bodies connected.

His cock pressed against the crack of her ass, separated only by the thin fabric of her dress and his trousers.

The material was so flimsy, so inadequate, that she could feel ’everything’. The thick shaft. The prominent veins. The swollen head that poked against her lower back.

He’d fucked her so thoroughly over the past five days that her body had been conditioned. Trained. The moment she felt his hardness, her pussy responded automatically—gushing with wetness, preparing itself to receive him, lubricating to avoid the burning friction that came from his relentless pounding.

It was Pavlovian. Humiliating.

And completely beyond her control.

’My body thinks it’s inevitable,’ Elara realized with dawning horror. ’It’s already getting ready to be fucked.’

The carriage bounced over another rut.

Viktor’s cock ground against her ass, the motion making her bite back a whimper.

Then she felt something else.

Something that made her pink eyes widen with shock.

’His tail.’

The demonic appendage—the same one that had vibrated inside her ass and pussy countless times, that had reached depths no human cock could—was moving.

She couldn’t see it. But she felt it.

Sliding along the bench seat. Moving like a serpent. Approaching her thighs with predatory intent.

’No,’ Elara’s mind screamed. ’Not here. Not with Olivia RIGHT THERE. Not—’

The tail touched her inner thigh.

Her lips pressed together so hard they went white. Her eyes slammed shut. She tried to muffle any sound, any reaction that might give away what was happening.

The tail moved higher.

Elara felt it hook into the edge of her already-soaked panties and pull them aside.

Cool air hit her exposed pussy—swollen, dripping, completely ready to be used.

Then the tip of Viktor’s tail pressed against her entrance.

’Oh gods. Oh gods. He’s going to—’

It pushed inside.

Slowly. Inexorably.

One inch. Two inches. Three.

Elara’s mouth opened in a silent scream. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She bit down on her own forearm, muffling the cry that wanted to escape.

The tail filled her. Not as thick as Viktor’s cock, but flexible in ways his shaft wasn’t. It could curve, bend, reach places that—

It started to vibrate.

’Bzzzzzz.’

Every nerve ending in her pussy lit up like fireworks. The vibration was low, intense, perfectly calibrated to drive her insane without making obvious noise.

At the exact same moment, Viktor’s hands moved.

Still maintaining the appearance of simply steadying her on his lap, his arms shifted. His hands slid up her torso, disappearing beneath the loose fabric of her dress at the neckline.

His fingers found her breasts.

Elara felt rough palms cup her modest mounds, felt calloused fingers seek out her nipples—already hard as pebbles.

He pinched.

"Mmngh—!" The moan tried to escape, but Elara caught it, turning it into a strangled gasp. More tears spilled down her cheeks.

Viktor’s fingers were visible through the fabric—distinct shapes pressing against the material of her dress. But from Olivia’s angle, looking out the side window, they just looked like supportive hands holding Elara steady.

She had no idea those hands were molesting, kneading, pinching sensitive flesh.

"Hey, Olivia," Viktor said suddenly, his voice casual despite the fact that his tail was currently vibrating inside another woman’s pussy. "Can you pass me that small jar over there?"

Olivia turned from the window, her golden eyes scanning the carriage interior. "Jar? Which one?"

"There." Viktor nodded toward a corner where Aldrin had stacked some of his merchant goods. "The small glass one. Clear glass."

"Oh!" Olivia spotted it. "Of course."

She leaned forward to reach it.

And Viktor’s eyes locked onto her figure as she moved.

Her priestess robe stretched across her back as she bent. The fabric pulled tight across her ass—thick, round, perfectly shaped. Her heavy breasts sagged forward, straining against the white cloth, creating deep cleavage that was briefly visible from Viktor’s angle.

She looked like she was on all fours. Like a dog presenting itself.

’Fuck,’ Viktor thought, his cock throbbing harder against Elara’s ass. ’That body. Those curves. She’s built for breeding.’

He’d been under immense mental strain for days. Managing the village. Dealing with Count Redwood’s correspondence. Planning the demon summoning. Organizing infrastructure.

And now, looking at this innocent, thick-bodied priestess bent over in front of him while he finger-fucked another woman on his lap...

He needed release.

Specifically, he needed to ’corrupt’ something pure.

The idea crystallized in his mind: summoning a demon using the combined essences of a holy priestess and a succubus. The mixture of sacred and profane. The ultimate defilement.

’I’m going to fuck you, Olivia,’ he decided, watching her thick ass sway as she grabbed the jar. ’I’m going to make you scream. Make you beg. Make you forget every prayer you’ve ever learned.’

The thought made his cock pulse.

Which made Elara whimper as she felt it throb against her.

Olivia straightened, turning back with the jar in hand. "Here you are, Lord Viktor." She handed it to him with a smile.

"Thank you." Viktor accepted it, his fingers brushing hers. "You’re very kind."

"What do you need it for?" Olivia asked curiously, settling back into her seat.

"Oh, nothing important." Viktor’s smile was disarming. "Just want to keep it handy. You never know when a container might be useful."

Olivia nodded, accepting this non-explanation without question, and returned to looking out the window.

Her empathy showed clearly in her expression as she watched the passing villagers. "There are so many thin people. Malnourished. Lord Viktor, please... please do your best to help them. They’re suffering."

"I will," Viktor promised, his voice carrying genuine sincerity. "That’s why we’re expanding. Building infrastructure. Creating jobs. It takes time, but things will improve."

"You’re a good man," Olivia said softly.

While this heartfelt exchange occurred, Viktor’s other hand moved beneath Elara’s dress.

He positioned the now-open glass jar between her spread thighs.

Then, his lips barely moving against Elara’s ear, he whispered: "Spread your thighs wider. I want to collect your pussy juices."

Elara’s entire body went rigid.

Her face flushed crimson—so red it looked like she might catch fire.

Her mind screamed in protest.

’He wants to WHAT?! Collect my—No! That’s—That’s disgusting! That’s—’

But her body obeyed.

Her thighs spread wider on his lap, opening herself further.

The tail inside her pussy responded to the new angle by pushing deeper—four inches, five—and increasing the intensity of its vibration.

’Bzzzzzzzz.’

Elara’s eyes rolled back. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

The orgasm hit like a thunderbolt.

Her pussy clenched violently around the vibrating tail, then released—gushing fluid in rhythmic spurts.

’Splrt. Splrt. Splrt.’

She felt the warm liquid leaving her body, felt it splash against the glass jar positioned perfectly to catch it.

’Oh gods. Oh gods. He’s actually collecting it. He’s actually—’

Viktor’s hand at her breast squeezed harder, pinching her nipple until it ached.

The pain mixed with pleasure, intensifying the orgasm.

More fluid gushed out.

Elara felt wetness spreading across her dress—not just between her legs, but higher. Her nipples were leaking.

Milk.

The demonic pregnancy had triggered lactation early, and Viktor’s rough handling was expressing it. Dark wet spots appeared on the fabric over her breasts as milk soaked through.

"Nngh... nnh..." Tiny, muffled sounds escaped her clenched teeth.

Viktor’s nose pressed against her hair, inhaling deeply.

"You smell the most seductive of all my wives," he whispered, his voice so low only she could hear. "Like a woman made for getting fucked. Your scent drives me crazy."