100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 325 - 324 - Viktor’s Acting after Numbing Priestess

Chapter 325: Chapter 324 - Viktor’s Acting after Numbing Priestess

Olivia’s eyes dropped, then widened in shock.

His cock jutted out from between his legs, thick and hard and impossibly large. Veins ran along the shaft. The head was swollen, flushed dark with arousal, leaking clear fluid.

’That’s... that’s what...’ Olivia’s mind couldn’t even complete the thought. ’It’s so big. How does it—why is it—’

But it wasn’t just the sight that shocked her.

It was how her body reacted.

Heat flooded through her core. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, gushing fresh wetness down her thighs. Her nipples hardened to painful points. Her skin felt too tight, too hot, like she was burning from the inside out.

’Why?’ she thought desperately, her training screaming at her to look away, to cover herself, to run. ’Why does my body feel like this? Like it’s melting? This is wrong. This is sin. I should feel revulsion, not—not this!’

She’d never felt anything like this before. Never knew her body could feel like this.

Viktor began to move.

He crawled forward on all fours, his body moving with predatory, inhuman grace. Muscles shifted beneath his skin with each motion. His cock swayed beneath him, heavy and threatening.

He looked like a beast. A demon stalking prey.

And then Olivia noticed something that made her blood run cold.

His eyes.

They had been dark before. Black, absorbing light.

But now... now they held a faint purple glow. Like embers burning behind the darkness.

"L-Lord Viktor?" Olivia’s voice trembled. "Your eyes... they’re—"

Viktor’s lips curved into a smile that was all wrong. Too wide. Too knowing. Too hungry.

"Viktor?" The voice that came from his mouth sounded like his, but layered beneath it was something else. Something deeper. Darker. "The foolish human is still here. But he’s not in control anymore."

Ice flooded Olivia’s veins.

"What... what do you mean?" But even as she asked, realization was dawning with horrifying clarity.

The demonic mist. The corruption. The cleansing ritual that had drained her completely.

While she’d been weak, unconscious, vulnerable...

"No," Olivia whispered, her eyes widening in horror. "No. You’re—you’re possessed."

"Clever priestess." Viktor—no, the demon—crawled over her body, positioning himself above her. "Your little cleansing ritual disturbed me. Weakened me. So I found a new host. And what better vessel than the man you trust? The man you came here to help?"

Olivia tried to scramble backward, but Viktor’s hands clamped down on either side of her head, caging her.

"Please!" Olivia’s voice cracked. "Lord Viktor, if you can hear me—fight it! You have to fight—"

"He can hear you." The demon wearing Viktor’s face leaned closer, until his lips were inches from hers. "He’s screaming inside this skull, begging me to stop. But he’s so weak. So easy to control."

Then Viktor’s—the demon’s—weight settled fully onto her.

"AH!" Olivia gasped as his hard body pressed against her soft one.

The sensation was overwhelming and terrifying in equal measure.

His skin was furnace-hot against hers. Every inch of him was solid muscle, unyielding as stone, crushing down on her soft, yielding flesh.

Her massive breasts squashed beneath his chest, the soft tissue molding around his hardness. Her slightly rounded stomach compressed under his abs. Her thick thighs were forced wider to accommodate his hips wedging between them.

It felt like being consumed. Like her soft, holy body was being violated by something hard and demonic and utterly wrong.

"Your body is perfect," the demon purred, Viktor’s voice distorted with unnatural hunger. "So soft. So pure. So ripe for defiling."

"No! Don’t—please—" Olivia tried to push against his shoulders, but she was too weak. The corruption marks on her skin pulsed, sapping her strength, making her limbs feel heavy and useless.

The demon’s hand cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheek in a mockery of tenderness.

"I’ve been trapped in that cursed mist for decades," it said, Viktor’s mouth forming words that made Olivia’s stomach turn. "Decades without flesh. Without pleasure. Without the sweet taste of innocence being ruined."

"Lord Viktor!" Olivia cried out, tears streaming down her face. "Please! Fight it! Don’t let it—"

"He can’t hear you anymore." The demon’s other hand moved to her breast, groping roughly. "He’s too deep inside. Drowning in my essence."

"HNGH!" Olivia cried out as cruel fingers dug into her soft flesh, kneading without gentleness, treating her holy body like meat.

"And you," the demon continued, now using both hands to maul her breasts, "you’re going to help me stabilize this possession. Your holy energy. Your purity. When I defile you, when I corrupt every inch of your sanctified flesh, I’ll be anchored to this world permanently."

"No! I won’t—I’ll never—" Olivia tried to sound defiant, but her voice came out as a whimper as the demon pinched her nipples brutally.

"You will." The demon’s mouth descended on her breast, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"AAAHHHN!" Olivia’s scream echoed through the clearing as pleasure-pain shot through her body like lightning.

Her untouched nipple had never experienced anything like this. The sensation was overwhelming—wet heat, sucking pressure, teeth grazing sensitive flesh.

The demon switched to her other breast, giving it the same cruel attention. Its teeth bit down slightly, making Olivia arch and cry out.

"Oh goddess! Oh blessed Seraphis! Help me! Please—HNGH!"

Through her tears and panic, Olivia saw it again.

The shadow on the wall.

The tail.

Long, sinuous, ending in a spade shape, rising behind Viktor’s possessed body like a scorpion preparing to strike.

’It’s real,’ Olivia thought with dawning horror. ’The possession is real. He has a tail. Horns. This is actually a demon—’

The tail struck.

Olivia felt it slide between her spread thighs, smooth and warm and utterly alien. The spade-shaped tip traced along her inner thigh, leaving a trail of tingling sensation.

"No! Don’t! Please!" Olivia begged, her voice breaking. "Don’t touch me there! I’m a priestess! I’m holy! You can’t—"

"That’s exactly why I’m going to touch you there," the demon growled. "Your purity makes this so much sweeter."

The tail’s tip found her pussy.

It pressed against her tightly sealed entrance, the spade shape fitting perfectly against her virgin slit.

And then it began to vibrate.

Bzzzzzzzz.

"AAAAAAHHHHH!" Olivia’s scream was primal, broken, filled with horror and unwanted pleasure.

The vibration was intense beyond anything she could have imagined. It buzzed directly against her clit, her entrance, every sensitive nerve ending in her most intimate place.

Her pussy betrayed her, gushing wetness, lubricating itself against her will.

"NO! STOP! I DON’T—I CAN’T—" Olivia thrashed beneath the demon, trying desperately to close her thighs, to escape.

But Viktor’s possessed body kept them spread wide, hips wedged between them, forcing her open and vulnerable.

The demon’s mouth sealed over hers, cutting off her screams.

Its tongue invaded her mouth—Viktor’s tongue, but moving with demonic skill, dominating her, claiming her holy mouth as its plaything.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!" Olivia’s muffled cries vibrated against the demon’s lips as both hands returned to her breasts, mauling them roughly.

The tail vibrated harder.

Tears streamed down Olivia’s face as her body responded against her will. Her back arched. Her pussy clenched and gushed. Her nipples hardened painfully under the demon’s cruel fingers.

’This is wrong,’ she thought desperately. ’This is violation. This is evil. But why—why does it feel—’