100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 329 - 328- Succubus Allure

She turned back to Viktor, her grin returning.

"You could summon something very powerful here. Much stronger than little old me~"

"That’s what I thought," Viktor muttered.

Which created a problem.

If he summoned a stronger demon to help control future situations—to have leverage, to gain power, to protect against threats like the Emperor Leo or simple butler—he needed a way to control that demon first.

Naturally, he needed a demoness, to be exact, for his dirty work outside the town.

But demons didn’t follow rules. Didn’t respect contracts unless forced. They were pure chaos and hunger and ambition.

So how do you control a demon?

With a stronger demon.

Which created a circular problem. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The succubus watched Viktor’s face, reading his thoughts easily.

"You’re thinking in circles, husband~" she said, amusement clear in her voice. "Let me ask you something simple."

She gestured toward Olivia’s unconscious form.

"Did you take power from that woman yet?"

Viktor’s eyes snapped to the succubus. "What?"

"Your multiplication ability~" The succubus waved the bottle casually. "Come on, you told me. You fuck someone with power, you gain their abilities multiplied by a hundred. So..."

She looked pointedly at Olivia.

"Did you fuck the priestess and take her holy energy? Because if you did, you’d have enough divine power to counterbalance demonic possession. Light and dark, holy and corrupt, all that symbolic shit~"

Viktor followed her gaze.

Olivia lay there, naked and vulnerable. Her milky-white skin almost glowed in the dim light. Her thick thighs were still slightly parted from when she’d been kneeling. Her massive breasts rose and fell with each sleeping breath, the soft flesh spreading across her ribcage.

Her pussy—virgin, tight, untouched—was barely visible through her blonde bush. And her ass... thick, round, perfect cheeks pressed together.

Viktor’s cock twitched.

But he shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"No," he said quietly. "I couldn’t... it seemed wrong."

The succubus blinked. "Wrong?"

"She’s unconscious and kind of innocent." Viktor’s voice carried genuine conflict. "Taking her virginity like this, while she’s passed out, without consent... that’s..."

He trailed off.

The succubus stared at him for a long moment.

Then burst out laughing.

"AHAHAHA! Oh my goddess! You! YOU!" She doubled over, clutching her stomach. "The man who face-fucked a succubus until she passed out, who’s planning to summon demons, who’s corrupted multiple women—YOU have a moral line?!"

"It’s different," Viktor growled.

"Is it though~?" The succubus straightened, wiping tears from her eyes. "Because from where I’m standing—"

She stopped mid-sentence.

Her expression shifted. Became more serious. More calculating.

Then she moved.

The succubus walked over to Olivia’s unconscious form, knelt beside her, and with surprising strength, rolled the priestess over.

"Wha—" Viktor started.

The succubus positioned Olivia against a large rock, tilting her body forward so her upper body rested on the rough stone surface while her lower body remained on the ground.

The position thrust Olivia’s ass up and out.

Viktor’s breath caught.

In this position, everything was visible. Her thick ass cheeks, pale and unblemished, spread slightly by the angle. The pink pucker of her asshole, tiny and tightly clenched. Her virgin pussy, puffy lips sealed, just barely visible between her thighs.

Her massive breasts overflowed on either side of her ribcage, squashed between her body and the hard ground, the soft flesh bulging obscenely.

It was the a bit more exposing position than Viktor had first seen her in, back in the forest. Like a frog, lying on ground with ass presented like a bitch in heat.

"What are you doing?" Viktor asked, his voice rougher than intended.

The succubus didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she picked up the bottle of pussy juice—Elara’s essence—and moved to kneel behind Olivia.

With one hand, she grabbed Olivia’s ass cheek, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. With the other, she uncorked the bottle.

"What you should have done already~" the succubus said simply.

Then she tilted the bottle.

Splash. Splash. Splash.

The clear fluid poured out, splashing directly into Olivia’s ass crack. It ran down between her cheeks, coating her tightly clenched asshole, dripping further to soak her virgin pussy, running down her inner thighs in slick rivulets.

"WHAT THE FUCK—" Viktor started forward.

But the succubus held up one hand, stopping him.

"Listen to me, husband," she said, her voice carrying both Elara’s warmth and demonic authority. "You need to stop being a pussy about crossing lines. You’re either a demon who takes what he wants, or you’re not. Hesitating just makes everything harder."

Her hand, slick with Elara’s juices, moved to Olivia’s asshole.

One finger pressed against the tight pink pucker.

Rubbed.

Circled.

"Nnh..." A soft whimper escaped Olivia’s unconscious lips.

"See?" The succubus pressed slightly harder, letting the tip of her finger sink into the impossibly tight entrance. "Her body responds even while she sleeps. That’s the mark working. That’s corruption taking hold."

She pulled her finger out, gathering more fluid from the bottle, then used both hands.

One hand pulled Olivia’s ass cheek to the side, spreading her wide. The other hand rubbed the slick juices thoroughly around her asshole, coating it, preparing it, making it glisten in the dim light.

The succubus even dripped some directly onto Olivia’s virgin pussy, watching it run between her puffy lips, soaking her entrance.

She was marinating the priestess. Like a chicken being prepared for stuffing. Making every intimate part of her slick and ready.

Viktor stood frozen, watching, his cock hardening despite himself.

SMACK.

The succubus’s hand cracked against Olivia’s ass cheek, making the thick flesh jiggle violently.

"Mmph..." Olivia’s unconscious moan was louder now, her body twitching from the impact.

The succubus looked up at Viktor, her heart-shaped pupils glowing brighter. She used both hands now, gripping Olivia’s ass cheeks and pulling them apart, spreading the priestess wide open.

Everything was visible. Her pink, twitching asshole, slick and shining with fluid. Her virgin pussy, puffy and sealed, glistening with arousal. The thick thighs, parted just enough to show how ready her body was.

The succubus stretched Elara’s naked body forward, reaching out to grab Viktor’s cock—still semi-hard, but rapidly stiffening.

Her fingers wrapped around it, stroking slowly, feeling it pulse and grow in her grip.

"Come here, doggy~" The succubus purred, her voice dropping to pure seduction. "Come fuck your new bitch. I want you to destroy this tight little holy hole~"

She stroked him faster, pulling him forward by his cock.

"I want to hear her moan like a whore when you split her ass open~" The succubus’s grin was absolutely feral. "I want to watch that innocent priestess get ruined by demon cock while she’s still believing she’s saving you~"

She positioned Viktor between Olivia’s spread thighs, pressing his now-fully-hard cock against the unconscious priestess’s slick asshole.

"So stop hesitating," the succubus whispered, her voice carrying command and seduction in equal measure. "And fuck her like the demon you’re becoming."

Viktor stood there, cock pressed against Olivia’s virgin ass, the succubus’s hand guiding him.

One thrust. That’s all it would take. One thrust and he’d cross a line he’d been hesitating to cross.

His hands moved to Olivia’s hips, gripping the soft flesh.

The heat from her body radiated against his cock.

Viktor stood frozen, his hands trembling as they hovered over Olivia’s cream-colored, slicked ass.

The tip of his cock was pressed firmly against that tight, pink pucker, and the heat radiating from her virgin flesh was intoxicating.

He could feel the pulse of the mark on her womb through the very air, calling to his demonic side, begging him to claim the power sleeping within her.

But he didn’t thrust.

"It is wrong..." he whispered, his voice cracking. Even after everything—the manipulation, the face-fucking, the branding—the sight of her lying there, truly helpless and believing him a victim of possession, struck a chord of human hesitation he thought he’d buried.

The succubus, peering through Elara’s eyes, let out a hiss of pure, unadulterated frustration.

"You absolute *coward*!" she spat, her voice a jagged edge of lust and anger.

Viktor tried to pull back, his cock slipping an inch away from the lubricated entrance, but the succubus wouldn’t have it.

She moved with a speed that blurred, her naked body slamming into his.

The impact of Elara’s soft, sweat-slicked skin against his chest was like a physical jolt.

She didn’t just hug him; she shackled him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down, while her massive, heavy breasts—overflowing and warm—pressed directly into his face.

The scent of her arousal and the pungent, sweet aroma of the pussy juices she’d used to ’marinate’ Olivia filled his nostrils.

"Suck!" she commanded, her voice vibrating against his skin. She grabbed her own breasts, squeezing them until they bulged around his mouth, her pink, hard nipples grazing his lips as milk started to leak in trickles. "Suck off these tits and make your cock hard! Stop thinking like a human and start acting like the master you claim to be!"

Viktor’s mouth was flooded with the taste of her, his instincts flaring as he instinctively began to suckle and lap at the enormous mounds.

The succubus groaned, her head lolling back, but her hands remained firm on his head, forcing him to feast.

"Look at her!" she yelled, gesturing with a sharp nod toward Olivia. "Look at what I’ve prepared for you! That holy hole is twitching, Viktor! It’s begging for the corruption only you can provide!"

Below them, Olivia stirred. The pressure of the succubus’s body pushing Viktor into her caused his cock to slide back, tracing the line of her crack.

Olivia’s ass cheeks squeezed together instinctively, turning inward as she let out a muffled, high-pitched whimper.

She was trembling, caught in the twilight of her unconsciousness and the physical reality of the demonic essence coating her.

"She’s a priestess," Viktor mumbled against Elara’s skin, his resolve crumbling under the sensory assault.

"She’s a *battery*!" the succubus retorted, her heart-shaped pupils glowing with a predatory light. "Fuck her now! Take that holy light and multiply it! If you don’t, the demon you summon next will eat you alive for breakfast! FUCK YOUR MORALS!"