100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 324 - 323- Currupting Saintess

He was a naked demon hovering over an unconscious priestess in a corrupted forest clearing. The pink mist swirled around them both, thick and eager, waiting for his command.

Viktor laid Olivia down carefully on the ground, her body sinking slightly into the dead grass. Then he knelt beside her, his hands moving to the clasps of her robe.

One by one, he undid them.

The white fabric parted slowly, revealing pale skin beneath. Her collarbone. The upper swell of her breasts. The valley between them, slick with sweat.

Viktor worked methodically, his breathing controlled despite the lust burning in his veins. He wanted to savor this. To remember every moment of corrupting something pure.

The robe fell open completely.

And Viktor’s breath caught.

Olivia wore nothing underneath. No undergarments. No bindings. Just bare skin.

Her breasts were enormous. Even lying on her back, they stood proud, barely flattening under their own weight. Each one was easily larger than Viktor’s head, crowned with pale pink nipples the size of small coins.

Viktor’s hands moved to them automatically, cupping both at once. The flesh overflowed his palms, soft and warm and impossibly heavy.

"Mmm..." Olivia’s unconscious moan was louder this time.

Her body was responding even though her mind was elsewhere. Her nipples hardened under his touch, pebbling against his palms.

Viktor squeezed harder, kneading both breasts roughly, watching how the pale flesh turned pink under his grip. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, rolling them, pulling them.

"Hah..." Olivia’s breathing quickened. Her head lolled to the side, blonde hair spilling across the grass.

Viktor’s eyes tracked down her body. Her stomach was soft, with just a hint of feminine roundness. Her hips flared wide, perfect childbearing hips that made his demonic instincts scream to breed her. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

He pushed the robe further down, past her hips, revealing more.

And there it was.

A thick bush of blonde hair covering her mound. Natural. Untrimmed. The hair was slightly darker than what was on her head, curling softly.

Beneath it, Viktor could see the outline of her pussy lips—puffy, tightly sealed, virgin pink.

’She’s never been touched,’ Viktor realized, his cock leaking pre-cum onto the grass. ’Never even touched herself. Too devoted to her faith.’

The thought made corrupting her even sweeter.

Viktor removed the robe completely, tossing it aside. Olivia lay naked before him, her body on full display—thick thighs pressed together, heavy breasts rising and falling with each breath, face flushed with corruption marks and exertion.

She was gorgeous. A milky-white, fuckable young woman with the kind of thick, soft body designed to be bred.

Viktor’s hand moved between her thighs.

His fingers brushed against her bush, feeling the soft curls. Then lower, finding the tightly sealed slit beneath.

He pressed one finger against her entrance.

Even unconscious, she was starting to get wet.

"Nnh!" Olivia’s whimper was sharper now.

Viktor rubbed slowly, tracing her slit from bottom to top, feeling how her lips parted slightly under the pressure. He found her clit—a small nub hidden beneath its hood—and circled it gently.

Her hips twitched.

"That’s it," Viktor murmured, watching her face. "Your body knows what it needs."

He continued rubbing, applying more pressure, feeling her wetness increase. Her pussy was responding, lubricating itself despite her unconscious state.

Viktor positioned himself between her thick thighs, spreading them apart. They resisted slightly—muscle memory from a lifetime of keeping her legs closed—but yielded to his strength.

Her pussy was revealed completely now. Pink, puffy lips glistening with the beginnings of arousal. The entrance was tiny, barely visible, virginal.

Viktor leaned down.

And buried his mouth against her pussy.

"AAAHN!" Olivia’s moan was loud, echoing through the clearing.

Viktor’s tongue traced her slit, tasting her. She was sweet—unnaturally so, like her body fluids were infused with holy energy. He licked from bottom to top, his tongue parting her lips, delving inside.

Her thighs trembled on either side of his head.

"Mark her womb," Viktor commanded, his voice muffled against her flesh.

The pink mist responded instantly.

It surged forward, concentrating around Olivia’s exposed body. Tendrils of demonic energy wrapped around her wrists, her ankles, her neck—not restraining, but caressing.

And above her pussy, just below her belly button, a shape began to form.

Pink light materialized in the air, burning with supernatural intensity. It etched itself into her skin like a tattoo being inked by an invisible hand.

A womb mark.

Heart-shaped, with intricate patterns spiraling outward. It glowed bright pink, pulsing in time with Olivia’s heartbeat.

But this wasn’t just Viktor’s standard claiming mark. This was something more. The succubus’s power was layering corruption into it—rewriting Olivia’s body’s responses, making her crave what she should repulse.

Priestesses were trained to resist carnal desires. To feel revulsion toward sexual acts. It was built into their vows, reinforced through prayer and meditation.

The corruption mark was undoing that. Reversing it. Making her body associate pleasure with Viktor, making her crave him on a biological level.

"Hnnngh!" Olivia’s back arched off the ground as the mark settled into her skin.

Viktor didn’t stop. His tongue found her clit, sucking it into his mouth, applying pressure.

Her moans grew louder. More desperate.

"Ah! Aah! Wh-what...?"

Viktor’s tongue worked faster, licking, sucking, devouring her pussy like a starving man at a feast. His hands gripped her thick thighs, holding them spread wide, keeping her exposed.

Her wetness increased dramatically. What had been a trickle became a flood, coating Viktor’s chin, dripping onto the grass below.

"Oh gods! What’s—AAAHHN!"

Her thick thighs suddenly clamped around Viktor’s head, trapping him against her pussy. Her hands shot down, grabbing fistfuls of his dark hair, holding him in place.

And her eyes shot open.

Golden eyes, wide with shock and confusion and overwhelming lust.

"Wh-what’s happening to me?!" Olivia cried out, her voice high and breathless. "I—I feel—oh goddess!"

Her hips bucked against Viktor’s mouth. She was grinding against him now, unconsciously seeking more pleasure even as her mind reeled in confusion.

"Lord Viktor?! Why are you—HNGH!"

Viktor sucked her clit hard, and Olivia’s words dissolved into a scream.

"AAAAHHH!"

Her entire body convulsed. Her thick thighs squeezed Viktor’s head so hard he could barely breathe. Her hands yanked his hair painfully.

And she came.

Hard.

SPLRRRT.

A fountain of clear fluid erupted from her pussy, spraying into Viktor’s mouth, onto his face, soaking his chin and neck. She squirted like she’d been saving it for years, her body releasing everything in one massive orgasm.

"OH GODDESS! OH BLESSED SERAPHIS! FORGIVE ME! I’M—I’M—AAAHHHN!"

Even in the throes of orgasm, she was praying. But her prayer came out breathless, sensual, dripping with arousal.

"Blessed mother of light... grant me... strength... to resist... this... sinful... PLEASURE!"

Her hips kept bucking. Her pussy kept gushing. The orgasm went on and on, seemingly endless.

Viktor drank from her, his tongue lapping up her juices, prolonging her climax, pushing her higher.

"I can’t—I can’t stop! Why can’t I stop?! It feels—oh gods it feels so GOOD!"

The womb mark on her belly pulsed brighter with each wave of pleasure. It was working. Rewriting her. Making her associate divine ecstasy with carnal pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like minutes, Olivia’s orgasm began to subside. Her thighs relaxed slightly. Her breathing came in ragged gasps.

Viktor pulled back, his face soaked with her fluids, and looked up at her.

Their eyes met.

Olivia’s golden eyes were glazed with lust, pupils dilated, her face flushed crimson. The corruption marks on her skin seemed to pulse, spreading slightly further.

"Lord... Viktor..." she breathed, her voice trembling. "What... what did you do to me?"

Viktor smiled—predatory, possessive, absolutely demonic or atleast it was time to start his acting.

"Shut up woman..."

’!’

Olivia’s golden eyes were still hazy, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. The aftershocks of her first orgasm still rippled through her body, making her thighs tremble, her pussy clench around nothing.

And then she saw him.

Really saw him.

Viktor rose from between her thighs, his face glistening with her fluids. And he was naked.

Completely, utterly naked.

Olivia’s breath caught in her throat.

She’d never seen a man’s body before. Never. In all her years of training, of devotion, of service to the goddess, she’d been shielded from such things. Men were kept separate in the temple. Interactions were formal, distant, always with multiple witnesses.

But now...

Her eyes traced his form, unable to look away despite her shame.

His chest was broad, defined muscles rippling beneath pale skin. His abs were carved in sharp ridges, each one visible as he breathed. His arms were thick with lean muscle, the kind earned from combat rather than vanity.

Firm muscular lines marked his body: faint white lines on his ribs, a darker one on his shoulder. Evidence of a life lived dangerously.

And lower...