100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 358 - 357 - Bestowing the Gift of the New Bride

Chapter 358: Chapter 357 - Bestowing the Gift of the New Bride

She gagged slightly but didn’t pull back. Instead, she relaxed her throat, taking him even deeper. Her nose pressed against his pelvis, golden-blonde hair tickling his skin.

Deep throat.

"Fuck," Viktor breathed, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "That’s it. Take it all."

Olivia’s throat convulsed around him, swallowing reflexively. Her tongue worked along the underside of his shaft, licking every inch she could reach despite the awkward angle.

Her hands came up, gripping his thighs for balance. Her nails dug in slightly through the fabric of his pants.

Viktor’s hand in her hair tightened, holding her in place. His other hand continued its assault on her breasts, alternating between kneading the soft flesh and pinching her nipples.

"You understand your role, don’t you?" Viktor asked, his voice rougher now. "You’re not just my priestess. You’re my proof. My legitimacy made flesh."

Olivia’s eyes watered, tears streaming down her cheeks from the strain of deep-throating him. But she nodded again, desperately trying to communicate her understanding.

"Mmph—yesh—mmph—"

Her words were completely garbled, stuffed as her mouth was. But the devotion in her eyes spoke volumes.

Viktor felt his orgasm building, pressure coiling at the base of his spine. His cock throbbed inside her throat, pulsing with each heartbeat.

"Gonna cum," he warned, his grip on her hair becoming almost painful. "Drink it all."

Olivia’s eyes widened, fresh tears spilling over. But she didn’t pull back. Instead, she doubled her efforts, her throat working around him, her tongue lapping frantically.

Viktor’s head tilted back, a groan tearing from his throat.

"Fuck—"

His cock erupted.

Thick ropes of cum shot directly down Olivia’s throat, flooding her mouth. She choked, her throat convulsing as she tried to swallow it all.

"Glkk—hngh—"

More kept coming. Wave after wave of hot, salty release. Olivia’s cheeks bulged, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth despite her best efforts.

Viktor held her in place, hips jerking with each pulse. His cock twitched violently, emptying completely into her willing mouth.

Finally—finally—the flow slowed. Viktor’s grip loosened, allowing Olivia to pull back slightly.

She gasped around his cock, coughing, cum and saliva dripping down her chin onto her breasts. Her eyes were red and watery, mascara streaking her cheeks.

But she didn’t spit. She swallowed.

"Glkk—hahh—glkk—"

Gulp after gulp, Olivia forced down every drop she could. Her throat worked visibly, the muscles contracting.

When she finally released his cock from her mouth with a wet pop, she opened wide.

"Ahhhhh..."

Her tongue lolled out, showing Viktor her empty mouth. Clean. Everything swallowed.

Viktor looked down at her, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with her spit. He brought his thumb to her mouth, pressing it against her tongue, checking.

Nothing. She’d swallowed it all.

His smirk widened into something darker. More possessive.

"What a cum-drunk priestess you are..." Viktor murmured, his thumb tracing her lower lip.

Olivia’s eyes fluttered, a shaky smile spreading across her face. Cum still coated her chin and dripped onto her breasts, but she looked... happy.

"Hahh... thank you, my lord..." she breathed, her voice absolutely wrecked.

Then, slowly, she moved.

Olivia pushed herself off the altar, her thick legs swinging over the edge. Her massive breasts bounced heavily as she stood, swaying slightly from exhaustion.

She bent forward, reaching for her discarded robes bunched around her waist.

The movement made her ass lift, presenting herself completely to Viktor’s gaze.

Her pussy—swollen, red, absolutely drenched—was on full display. Cum—his cum from earlier—still leaked from her entrance, running down her inner thighs. And above it, her asshole clenched reflexively, still slightly gaped from his earlier intrusion.

Both holes used. Both marked.

Viktor’s semi-hard cock twitched, blood rushing south again immediately.

Fuck.

His hand moved on instinct, reaching out. Two fingers pressed against her soaked entrance, feeling the heat, the wetness.

Then he pushed in.

"AHHH—!" Olivia cried out, her back arching violently. Her hands slapped against the altar for support as Viktor’s fingers plunged knuckle-deep into her sensitive pussy.

He curled them, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars. Then he started moving—in and out, slow and deliberate, his fingers making obscene squelch sounds.

"Hngh—m-my lord—ahhh—p-please—"

Olivia’s hips bucked involuntarily, torn between pushing back into his fingers and pulling away from the overwhelming sensation.

Viktor’s other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His hand splayed across her soft stomach, feeling the slight give of her flesh. Then it traveled upward, cupping one heavy breast.

His fingers found her nipple, pinching and rolling the swollen bud.

"Nnngh—too much—ahhhh—"

"Please what?" Viktor murmured against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. His fingers inside her curled harder, pressing insistently against her g-spot.

"Hahh—hahh—please—" Olivia gasped, her head falling back onto his shoulder. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. "Give me—hngh—some time—"

She lifted her face, golden eyes glazed and desperate meeting his dark ones.

"Just—ahhh—just a few minutes to—to recover—please—"

Viktor chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest into her back. But he didn’t stop. His fingers continued their relentless assault, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing circles.

"AAHHH—!"

"No," Viktor said simply.

His arm around her waist tightened, lifting her slightly off her feet. His hand moved from her stomach to her thick ass, gripping the soft flesh possessively.

He turned her in his arms, forcing her to face him. Olivia’s legs trembled, barely able to support her weight. Her enormous breasts pressed against his chest, nipples hard and aching.

Viktor’s fingers—still buried in her pussy—crooked harder, making her cry out again.

But it was his eyes that captured her attention. Those dark, almost black depths that seemed to swallow all light.

"You were unconscious when I made you my wife," Viktor said, his voice low and intense. His fingers pumped faster, stretching her. "I took your ass while you slept. Claimed part of you without you even knowing."

"Hngh—hahh—"

"I didn’t transfer my powers to you then," Viktor continued, his thumb pressing hard against her clit. "Didn’t make you fully mine. Left you still mostly human, vulnerable, to remove suspicion."

His free hand cupped her face, thumb wiping away her tears.

"But now..." Viktor’s lips curved into a predatory smile. "Now you’ve proven yourself. Shown your devotion. Your loyalty."

His dark eyes bored into hers.

"You deserve to be my woman. Truly."

Olivia’s eyes widened, confusion flickering through the pleasure-haze. "W-what do you—AAAHHH—?!"

Her question cut off in a scream as something thick and wet pressed against her entrance.

Not fingers.

Not his cock.

His tail.

The black, spade-tipped appendage that had emerged from his lower back pressed insistently against her pussy. Viktor’s fingers withdrew, making room.

Then the tail plunged in.

"HIEEEKKK—!!!"

Olivia’s entire body seized, her back arching violently. The tail was thick—thicker than his fingers, almost as thick as his cock—and it pushed in relentlessly.

But it wasn’t just the size.

The tail vibrated.

Deep, pulsing vibrations that sent shockwaves through her entire core. And the spade tip—god, the spade tip—it curved and flexed inside her, pressing against every sensitive spot simultaneously.

"NNNGHH—AAHHH—HAAHH—!"

Stars exploded behind Olivia’s eyes. Her pussy clenched around the invading tail, muscles spasming uncontrollably.

And then—

Heat.

A surge of energy unlike anything she’d ever felt flooded through her body. Starting from where Viktor’s tail penetrated her, spreading outward like liquid fire through her veins.

Olivia felt it happening.

Her body changing.

Her breasts—already massive—seemed to swell further, growing even heavier. The nipples darkened to a deep rose color, lengthening.

And then—

Drip.

A bead of white liquid formed at the tip of her left nipple. Then her right.

Milk.

"W-what—hngh—happening—ahhh—?!"

Viktor pulled her flush against him, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. One hand gripped her thick ass, the other cradling the back of her head.

"You’re becoming mine," Viktor murmured into her ear, his voice dark and possessive. "Fully. Completely. Irrevocably."

His tail thrust deeper, the vibrations intensifying. Olivia’s pussy clenched rhythmically, each contraction sending another pulse of that transformative energy through her.

Her milk began flowing freely now, streams of white running down her breasts, soaking both their bodies.

"HNNNGH—TOO MUCH—AAHHH—!"

Her sensitivity spiked. Every nerve ending became a live wire. The feel of Viktor’s body against hers—the roughness of his clothes against her soft skin, the heat of his breath on her neck, the vibrating tail buried deep inside her—all of it amplified a hundredfold.

Olivia’s legs gave out completely. Only Viktor’s arms kept her upright, holding her against him as her body convulsed.

"I CAN’T—HNGH—IT’S TOO—AHHH—!"

"You can," Viktor growled, his teeth finding her ear. He bit down gently, just enough pressure to send another jolt through her. "And you will."

[TRANSFER PROGRESS: 67%... 82%... 95%...]

Olivia’s golden eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent scream. Her pussy gushed, squirting violently around the tail still pumping inside her. The liquid splashed onto the temple floor, mixing with her milk.

Her entire body glowed now, radiant and ethereal. Beautiful in a way that transcended mere humanity.

Divine.

[TRANSFER COMPLETE: 100%]

[OLIVIA STATUS: ENHANCED HUMAN (MINOR INCUBUS ESSENCE)]

[NEW ABILITIES UNLOCKED]

Viktor felt the moment it finished. The tail inside her gave one last pulse before slowly withdrawing, leaving her pussy gaping and twitching.

Olivia collapsed against him completely, her weight supported entirely by his arms. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

"Hahh... hahh... hahh..."

Viktor adjusted his hold, cradling her like a bride. Her enormous breasts—now leaking milk continuously—pressed against his chest, soaking his shirt.

He looked down at her face.

Tear-streaked. Flushed. Eyes glazed but slowly focusing. A line of drool ran from the corner of her mouth.

Absolutely debauched.

And completely, utterly his.

Viktor’s lips curved into a satisfied smirk. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear.

"Let’s have a family together," Viktor murmured, his voice dark with promise. "A fuck where I bang you alongside my other wives on the same bed."

Olivia’s eyes widened, fresh tears spilling over. But this time, mixed with them was something else.

Joy.

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Yes, my lord..."

Her hand—trembling and weak—lifted to cup his face. Her thumb brushed his cheek with infinite tenderness.

"I want... to be with you... with all of them... forever..."