100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 341 - 340- Divine Saint’s Power

Olivia’s golden-amber eyes blinked slowly as Viktor’s words registered. Her lips parted, confusion etched across her delicate features.

After waking up from that weird dream, she felt pretty skeptical and on guard, but for a few days, it didn’t bother her too much since Lord ViKtor was swamped with his town planning.

Plus, being told about his multiple wives made it seem less like a big deal since polygamy was totally normal for nobles.

"Help you? I... I don’t understand, my lord. What kind of ritual—"

Then her eyes widened.

A memory surfaced. Sharp and clear.

Three days ago, in the temple’s private chamber. Viktor had called her aside after the evening prayers. His voice had been gentle but firm as he’d explained something about maintaining divine energy. About how priestesses in the old faith had served their apostles through specific rituals.

At the time, it had seemed strange. Unusual. But his words had been so convincing, so sincere, that she’d simply nodded. Promised she would perform whatever was necessary to help channel the divine power properly.

She’d forgotten about it until now.

"Oh," Olivia breathed, her cheeks flushing pink. "The ritual you mentioned before. I... yes, I remember now."

Her hands clasped together nervously in front of her chest, unconsciously pushing her heavy breasts upward beneath the white robes.

"I will definitely do it, my lord," she said softly, her voice carrying genuine devotion. "Whatever you need. Just... tell me what I must do."

Viktor’s dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. His hand dropped from her cheek, and he gave a single nod.

Seeing how she in particular was falling for his trap, which he had been planning for a few days after gaining a massive amount of profits from buying Elara, that succubus, and now from even Olivia—with good planning, already training in the dungeon while killing the hunters, he would create two personas of himself where he needed to make his power ethical given how it is corruptive in nature.

He needed to become the saint of divinity.

"Good," he said simply. Then louder, addressing the crowd: "We will discuss the details of your service later, Priestess Olivia."

He turned back to face the kneeling masses, his voice rising to carry across the square.

"Tonight, we celebrate!" Viktor announced, spreading his arms wide. "Celebrate the blessings you have received! Celebrate new beginnings! Celebrate life itself!"

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

"As for the future—" Viktor continued, "—I will be bringing important guests to Millbrook soon. Prepare yourselves. Prosperity is coming to this town. Growth. Abundance."

More cheers. People were literally weeping with joy.

"For now, I will take my leave," Viktor said, his tone becoming more casual. "My wives need rest. The priestess and I have matters to discuss. Enjoy the evening, my people. Eat. Drink. Be merry."

He gestured to the platform where tables of food still remained.

"All of this is yours. Take it freely. Consider it a gift from your apostle."

The crowd exploded into grateful shouts and praises.

Viktor turned away, his wives already moving to flank him. Olivia hesitated only a moment before following, her white robes swishing around her thick thighs.

The customized carriage sat waiting at the edge of the square, massive enough to accommodate multiple passengers comfortably. Six horses stood hitched to the front, their breath visible in the cool evening air.

Viktor approached first, opening the door and gesturing for his wives to enter.

Mira climbed in first, her pregnant belly requiring her to move carefully. She settled onto one of the plush bench seats, her massive breasts heaving slightly from the exertion. Her green eyes already had that knowing look—the one that said she knew exactly what was about to happen.

Helena followed, her own pregnant form swaying as she hauled herself up the carriage steps. Her enormous breasts bounced heavily with each movement, threatening to spill from her dress. She sat beside Mira, the two pregnant MILFs taking up most of one bench.

Olivia entered next, confusion still written on her face. She sat at the end of the same bench, pressed against the carriage wall, her thick hips barely fitting in the remaining space.

Elara climbed in after, her pink hair catching the lamplight. She took the middle position on the opposite bench, her pink tail curling nervously around her own waist.

Bella bounded in with feline grace, immediately curling up next to Elara. Her silver cat ears twitched as she made herself comfortable, purring softly.

Kaida entered last, her crimson eyes scanning the interior before she took position beside Bella.

Finally, Viktor himself entered, settling into the remaining space between Kaida and where Bella’s tail end rested. The door shut behind him with a solid ’thunk’.

The carriage was specifically designed for this—wide enough that two bench seats faced each other, with additional cushioned floor space in the middle. Enough room for all seven people, though it was undeniably cozy.

The driver’s voice called from outside: "My lord, ready when you are!"

"Go ahead," Viktor called back.

The carriage lurched into motion, wheels creaking as they began rolling away from the square. Through the curtained windows, Viktor could still hear the sounds of celebration—music starting up, people laughing, children playing.

For several minutes, they rode in relative silence.

Mira’s green eyes flickered between Viktor and Olivia, calculating. Five days. Five fucking days since he’d properly ravaged any of them the way he used to. Sure, there’d been quick fucks—morning sessions that barely scratched the surface before he was off dealing with town planning, resource management, construction oversight. But nothing like those first weeks when he’d pound them senseless for twelve hours straight.

She’d noticed the pattern. They all had.

Helena’s worried glances when Viktor would finish inside her after only an hour and immediately dress to meet with merchants. Kaida’s frustration when she’d wake up alone, his side of the bed already cold. Even Bella had started clinging more, as if afraid he’d grown bored of her tight little body.

And fuck, maybe he had reason to be bored. Spread across five women, his stamina—that god-tier, incubus-level endurance—meant none of them could truly satisfy him anymore. Not alone. Not even in pairs.

Mira had watched him that third night, after he’d fucked three of them in rotation. He’d still been hard. Still looked unsatisfied even as Helena passed out from exhaustion, even as Kaida’s legs gave out.

They needed another body. Fresh meat. Someone new to reignite that hunger in him.

And Olivia... Mira’s eyes slid to the priestess again. Those massive tits. That thick ass. That whole ’sacred virgin’ energy practically radiating off her.

Perfect.

Mira had been observing her since she’d arrived. The way Olivia’s eyes lingered on Viktor when she thought no one was looking. The way her thighs pressed together whenever he touched her shoulder. The way her nipples visibly hardened through those white robes.

The priestess was ready. She just didn’t know it yet.

Helena caught Mira’s gaze and gave the slightest nod. She understood. They’d discussed it just that morning—all five wives gathered while Viktor was inspecting the new granary.

"We need to bring her in," Kaida had said bluntly, arms crossed. "He’s getting restless. I can feel it."

"He hasn’t fucked me properly in three days," Elara had added, her pink tail swishing with agitation. "Just quick sessions. Like he’s going through motions."

"He needs novelty," Mira had concluded. "He needs to hunt again. To corrupt. That priestess is perfect. Virgin, holy, forbidden fruit. Everything that’ll trigger his breeding instinct."

Bella had purred in agreement, her cat ears twitching. "She smells like she wants it. When Master is near, her scent changes. Gets sweeter."

So they’d all agreed. Tonight. In the carriage. They’d put on a show. Make Olivia see what serving Viktor really meant. Break down her defenses with demonstration rather than words. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

And judging by how the priestess couldn’t stop fidgeting, couldn’t stop staring at Viktor with those confused golden eyes... it was working.

Olivia kept glancing at Viktor, then away, then back again. Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her white robes. Finally, she couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer.

"My lord," she began hesitantly, her voice soft in the enclosed space. "You mentioned earlier that you needed my help. That there was something I needed to do to... to help maintain your connection to the divine?"

Her golden eyes were earnest, genuinely wanting to understand.

"I’ve never heard of such rituals in my training," she continued. "What exactly is it that you need from me?"

Viktor’s lips curved into a slight smirk. His dark eyes slid from Olivia to Mira, who was already smiling knowingly.

Mira’s heart rate picked up. This was it. Time to show the little priestess exactly what her duties would entail.

"Let me show you," Viktor said simply.

He looked directly at Mira and Helena.

The two pregnant MILFs exchanged a glance—brief but loaded with shared understanding. They’d practiced this. Well, not practiced exactly, but fuck, they’d sucked his cock together enough times to know how to work in tandem.

Then, moving in perfect synchronization, they leaned forward from their bench.

Mira went first, her heavy pregnant belly supported by one arm as she slid off the bench onto her knees in the middle floor space. Her massive breasts swayed forward, nearly touching the carriage floor before she caught herself. She positioned herself directly in front of Viktor, her green eyes flickering to Olivia’s face to catch her reaction.

Helena followed immediately after, also dropping to her knees beside Mira. Her own pregnant belly bumped against Mira’s, and both women giggled softly at the contact—keeping the atmosphere light, non-threatening. Their enormous breasts pressed together as they positioned themselves between the bench seats.

Both women were now kneeling directly in front of where Viktor sat.

Olivia’s eyes widened. "What are they—"