100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 321- Crawling In

Elara wanted to die. Right there. Just drop dead from embarrassment.

But she nodded mutely, clutching the jar tighter.

They continued forward, reaching the true edge of the forest.

The corruption was immediately apparent. The trees were wrong—bark splitting to reveal purple-black wood beneath, leaves withered and hanging like dead flesh. The mist thickened here, swirling around their ankles.

And there, partially hidden by undergrowth, was the gap.

A natural opening between tree roots and earth—the same one Viktor, Bella, and Kaida had used to escape the forest days ago. It was narrow, maybe three feet high, requiring anyone to crawl through on hands and knees.

Olivia stopped, studying it. "We go through there?"

"Yes," Viktor confirmed. "It leads to a small clearing where the corruption is strongest. That’s where you’ll need to work."

Olivia nodded firmly, her expression shifting to one of determination. "Understood. I’ll go first then."

She approached the opening, then dropped gracefully to her hands and knees.

And Viktor’s breath caught.

The position thrust her ass out behind her. Her thick thighs spread slightly for balance. The white priestess robe pulled tight across her body, outlining every curve—the dip of her lower back, the swell of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass.

Her panties—pristine white cotton—were visible through the thin fabric. The material stretched across her pussy, creating a subtle but unmistakable cameltoe.

She looked like a bitch in heat. Presenting herself. Waiting to be mounted.

’Fuck,’ Viktor thought, his cock throbbing painfully. ’She has no idea what she looks like right now.’

Olivia began to crawl forward, her hips swaying with each movement. Her breasts hung heavy beneath her, swinging gently, straining against fabric.

’Crawl. Sway. Jiggle. Crawl.’

The movements were hypnotic.

Then she disappeared into the gap, her thick ass the last thing visible before the darkness swallowed her.

Viktor stood frozen for a moment, breathing hard.

Elara moved to follow, but Viktor’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

"Wait," he commanded softly.

Elara turned to look at him, confusion in her pink eyes. "But Olivia is—"

"Can wait," Viktor finished. "She’ll be fine for a few minutes."

He pulled Elara close, his other hand going to her lower back, pressing her against him. His erection ground against her belly through their clothes.

"Viktor?" Elara’s voice was uncertain. "What are you—"

"Bend down," Viktor interrupted, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr. "Let me first fuck you."

Elara’s eyes widened. "Here?! But Olivia is right there! She’ll hear! She’ll—"

"Then you’ll have to be very, very quiet, won’t you?" Viktor’s smile was predatory. "Unless you want her to come back and find you getting fucked like a bitch in heat."

"I—we can’t—this is—"

Viktor’s hand moved to her ass, squeezing roughly. "You begged for my cock in the carriage. Said you needed it. Said you wanted me to rub the itch in your womb."

His fingers found her pussy through the damp fabric of her dress, pressing hard against her swollen lips.

"So I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for."

Elara’s resistance crumbled. Her body had been on edge for too long. The promise of finally being filled, of having that maddening emptiness satisfied, was too much to deny.

"The jar," she whispered. "What do I—"

"Set it down carefully." Viktor released her long enough for her to place the glass container on a flat rock nearby. "Now. Hands against that tree. Ass out. Show me what’s mine."

Elara’s hands trembled as she moved to obey. She placed her palms against a tree trunk—one of the uncorrupted ones near the forest edge. Then she bent at the waist, pushing her ass back toward him.

The position made her dress ride up, revealing her thighs, the curve of her ass, the soaked fabric of her panties barely covering her pussy.

Viktor approached from behind, his hands going immediately to her hips. His cock pressed against her ass, hard and demanding.

"Such a good wife," he murmured, grinding against her. "So obedient. So desperate to be filled."

His fingers hooked into her panties and yanked them down to her knees in one swift motion.

Cool air hit Elara’s exposed pussy—swollen, pink, dripping with arousal. Her inner thighs were soaked. Her lips were puffy and parted, showing the pink flesh within.

"Look at you," Viktor breathed, running one finger through her slit. "Soaked. Ready. Your body knows what it needs."

"Please," Elara whimpered. "Please, Viktor. I can’t—I need—"

"Need what?" He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, not entering, just teasing. "Say it."

"I need your cock!" Elara gasped. "Need you inside me! Need you to fuck me! Please! Please!"

Viktor leaned forward, his mouth next to her ear. "Remember. Not a sound. Or Olivia will know what a desperate slut you are."

Then he thrust.

’SHLCK.’

All the way to the hilt in one brutal stroke.

"HNNNGH—!" Elara’s scream was muffled as Viktor’s hand clamped over her mouth from behind.

Her pussy stretched violently around his thick cock, her walls clenching, trying to accommodate the sudden invasion. But her body was ready—wet enough, trained enough—that he slid in smoothly despite his size.

The itch deep in her core, the maddening emptiness, was finally, ’finally’ satisfied.

"That’s it," Viktor growled, holding himself buried deep. "Feel that? Feel how perfectly you fit around me? Like you were made for this."

He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every inch leaving her body.

Then slammed back in.

PAH.

Elara’s eyes rolled back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream against his palm. Tears leaked from her eyes—not from pain, but from overwhelming relief and pleasure.

Viktor set a brutal pace immediately.

Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah.

His hips crashed against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the quiet forest. His cock drove deep with each thrust, hammering against her cervix, exactly where she needed him.

"So tight," Viktor grunted. "Even after days of fucking, you still grip me like this. Perfect. My perfect little wife."

Elara could only whimper against his hand, her body shaking with each impact. The tree bark bit into her palms. Her legs trembled, barely supporting her weight.

But gods, it felt good. So good. That itch was being scratched, rubbed, pounded out of existence by his thick cock reaching places nothing else could.

"Remember," Viktor panted, his rhythm never faltering, "Olivia is right through that gap. If you make too much noise."

Elara shook her head frantically, even as her pussy clenched harder around him.

"Then be quiet," Viktor commanded. "Take your husband’s cock like a good wife. And don’t you dare cum until I give you permission."

His free hand moved between her legs, fingers finding her clit.

He pinched.

Elara’s entire body convulsed. Her muffled scream vibrated against his palm. Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice.

But she held on. Didn’t let herself tip over into orgasm. Because he hadn’t given permission.

"Aaahn~!!~ Y-Yesh... Hieek—Husband!"

SMACK.

Viktor’s palm cracked against Elara’s ass cheek with enough force to make the flesh jiggle violently. The sound echoed through the quiet forest like a gunshot.

"Mmph!" Elara’s muffled cry vibrated against his hand still clamped over her mouth. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

A bright red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.

SMACK.

The other cheek received the same treatment.

"You like that, don’t you?" Viktor growled, his hips never stopping their brutal rhythm. "Being used. Being marked."

His hands left her mouth and moved to her ass, both palms spreading her cheeks wide apart. The motion exposed everything—her tight asshole, puckered and twitching, and her pussy stretched obscenely around his thick cock.

Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah.

With her ass spread, Viktor could see exactly how her pussy lips gripped him with each stroke. How they pulled outward when he withdrew, clinging to his shaft like they didn’t want to let go. How they were pushed inward when he thrust back in, her tight entrance forced to accommodate his girth.

"Look at you," Viktor breathed, mesmerized by the sight. "Taking every inch. Your pussy is drooling all over my cock."

It was true. Clear fluid ran down her inner thighs in rivulets, dripping onto the forest floor beneath them. Her arousal mixed with the remnants of what he’d collected in the jar earlier, creating a small puddle on the ground.

Drip. Drip. Splash.

Viktor’s eyes tracked the falling droplets, then shifted to the jar sitting on the nearby rock.

His mind began calculating.

’The succubus essence in that jar... combined with Olivia’s holy energy... and if I add fresh demonic seed...’