100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 330 - 329- Elara’s push to morality

The roar of the succubus drowned out the last of Viktor’s human hesitation. As her hands forced his face back into the pillowy depth of Elara’s breasts, he stopped fighting.

He opened his mouth wide, latching onto a dark, engorged nipple and sucking with a primal, starving intensity that made wet, obscene sounds echo through the clearing.

Schlp. Schlp. Schlp.

"Mmm! Yes! Drink from me!" Elara moaned, her back arching as the succubus controlling her body shuddered with pleasure.

A sudden, sweet flood hit Viktor’s tongue. Elara’s body, accelerated by the succubus’s magic, released a stream of warm, rich milk that poured into his throat in thick spurts. It was divinely sweet, a creamy contrast to the salty tang of the juices coating his face.

Viktor swallowed greedily, his throat working rhythmically. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

The nourishment acted as a catalyst. His blood rushed south with violent force, his cock surging from semi-hard to steel-hard in seconds. All eight inches throbbed powerfully against the slick, tight pucker of the unconscious priestess’s anus, the heat from her virgin hole radiating against his sensitive tip.

Viktor shifted his weight, his knees digging into the dirt on either side of Olivia’s thick, pale thighs.

The soft flesh dimpled under the pressure. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his fingers sinking deep into the milky-white softness of her waist, creating distinct finger-shaped impressions in her pliant flesh.

He leaned forward, positioning himself.

The swollen tip of his cock began to press against her entrance. The tiny, virgin hole resisted immediately, the pink tissue stretching taut, turning white under the impossible strain.

Push.

"Nnngh..." A faint, sleepy whimper escaped Olivia’s lips, her face pressed against the rough stone. Her blonde hair spilled across the rock, sticking to her sweat-dampened skin.

Viktor pressed harder, his hips flexing forward with steady, unrelenting pressure.

The entrance began to give way, spreading impossibly wide around his thick head.

"Mmph... n-no... hurts..." Olivia mumbled into the stone, her voice thick with sleep and confusion. Her brow furrowed, her face contorting slightly in unconscious distress.

Her ass cheeks trembled violently, the thick fat jiggling with every micro-movement as Viktor pushed deeper. One inch disappeared into the scorching heat of her virgin passage.

"Hnngh... ah... aah..." Olivia’s breathing hitched, her body instinctively trying to pull away even as sleep kept her mind trapped in darkness.

Then two inches.

"NNGH!" A sharper sound escaped her, halfway between a whimper and a sob, muffled against the stone that her cheek was pressed into.

The resistance was incredible, like trying to force a steel rod through the eye of a needle. The walls of her ass clamped down on him with terrified strength, the virgin muscle spasming and clenching, trying desperately to expel the invader.

Viktor’s veins stood out on his forehead and neck, his jaw clenched as he maintained his desperate suction on Elara’s breast. His hands kneaded and groped her soft skin possessively, enjoying the way her flesh molded and overflowed between his fingers.

Schlp. Schlp. Mmm.

Warm milk continued to flow into his mouth, coating his tongue, dripping from the corners of his lips.

Elara, meanwhile, was in absolute ecstasy. "Aaahn! Aaahn! Yes! Yes!" she moaned loudly, her voice echoing through the forest. She grabbed Viktor’s head with both hands, her nails digging crescents into his scalp as she held him possessively against her breast.

Her other hand moved down to grip his hip, her supernatural strength adding to his momentum, pushing him deeper into the struggling priestess below.

"Look at her! Look how she suffers for you!" the succubus purred, her heart-shaped pupils dilated with sadistic pleasure.

Below them, Olivia winced hard, her entire upper body twitching against the rock. The pain was cutting through the fog of her exhausted sleep like shards of glass, causing her to muffle broken sounds against the rough surface.

"Mmph... p-please... nnh..." Her lips moved weakly, forming prayers or pleas that had no voice.

Her thick thighs trembled, trying instinctively to close, to protect herself, but Viktor’s body was wedged between them, keeping her spread and vulnerable.

Finally, as Viktor buried himself three full inches deep into the clenching, terrified muscle, he groaned loudly and pulled his mouth away from Elara’s swollen teat with a wet pop.

A thick string of milk and saliva connected his lips to her nipple for a moment before snapping, spattering across her heaving breast.

"Haah... fuck... she’s..." Viktor panted, his voice ragged and thick with overwhelming lust. "She’s too fucking tight. I can barely... ngh... barely move."

The internal pressure was crushing. Olivia’s virgin ass was clamping down on him with rhythmic pulses, her body fighting the invasion even in sleep.

"Nnnh... h-hurts... goddess... help..." Olivia whimpered softly, tears beginning to leak from beneath her closed eyelids, running down her flushed cheeks.

The succubus laughed—a melodic, wicked sound that echoed through the corrupted clearing like wind chimes made of bone.

"Ahahaha! I told you she was a prize, husband! She’s never been opened! Not by man, not by toy, not even by her own curious fingers!" Elara’s possessed voice dripped with cruel delight. "She saved this hole for the goddess—and now you’re taking it for yourself!"

Elara retreated slightly, her naked body shifting as she reached down with both thumbs. She ruthlessly parted Olivia’s heavy ass cheeks, spreading them wide apart to reveal the sight beneath.

The view was mesmerizing—obscene and beautiful in equal measure.

Viktor’s thick, dark cock was buried three inches deep into the pale, trembling anal opening. The contrast was stark—corruption violating purity. The juices from earlier had turned into a frothy white lather around the point of penetration, bubbling and dripping down to coat Olivia’s untouched pussy below.

The stretched rim was pale pink, pulled taut around Viktor’s girth, the tissue looking ready to tear at any moment.

"Mmm... look at that..." the succubus purred, her voice husky with arousal. "Look how her holy hole stretches for demon cock. Beautiful."

"Now go deeper, my darling," she whispered, her voice a seductive, commanding caress. "All the way. Show this sleeping goddess how a demon claims what belongs to him."

Viktor let out a dark, hungry chuckle that rumbled from deep in his chest.

He braced his feet firmly in the dirt, gripped Olivia’s soft hips until his knuckles turned white and her flesh bulged between his fingers, and gave one massive, uncompromising lunge.

SHHHLLLP.

The sound was wet, heavy, and absolutely obscene—like a cork being forced into an impossibly tight bottle filled with thick oil.

Eight full inches of hard, demonic meat vanished completely into the priestess’s virgin rear in one brutal stroke. Her hole stretched impossibly wide, the rim turning from pink to white, looking moments away from tearing.

"NNNNGHAAAAH!" A muffled, high-pitched scream erupted from Olivia’s throat, dying against the stone her face was pressed into, coming out as a strangled, broken sound. "MMMPH! NNNGH! AAAAH!"

Her entire back arched violently, her spine curving like a bow. Her thick thighs spasmed. Her toes curled so hard the joints cracked. Her fingers scrabbled weakly against the rock, nails scraping stone.

But her eyes remained closed. She was trapped in a nightmare of pain and sensation, unable to wake, too exhausted from everything before to fight her way back to consciousness.

"Hnnngh... g-goddess... s-save... nnngh... Lord... Viktor..." she mumbled incoherently, tears streaming down her face, her voice cracking with pain even as she called out the name of the man violating her.

Viktor threw his head back, his mouth falling open in a guttural groan. "FUCK!"