100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 381 - 380- Awakening the elven bloodline

"’Mmphhh—!!’"

The first thrust arrived without ceremony.

His cock pressed against the tight ring of her asshole — warm from the tree’s ambient heat, slick with what he’d prepared of her already, the blunt head of it nudging the puckered skin once, twice, testing — and then pushed.

The vine at her mouth absorbed the sound.

PAH.

Her back arched off the moss, both wrists yanking at their vines, the living restraints giving exactly one centimeter and then pulling her back down. Her thick thighs spread by the ankle-vines, her whole generous body pinned open on the moss bed like something offered up and then told to stay.

His tail — the thick incubus appendage, spade-tipped, slick with its own lubricant — slid into her pussy from below simultaneously.

’’BOTH—’’ The thought arrived in her head without words attached, just sensation — the obscene fullness of both holes filled at once, his cock pushing slowly into her anal while the thick spade of his tail pressed deep into her cunt, and her body was trying to decide which of these things to process first and failing at both.

Her eyes rolled.

PAH. PAH.

He set a rhythm. His cock in her ass, his tail in her pussy, the two of them moving in alternating pushes — one deep while the other pulled back, the push-pull of it hitting two different walls of her interior simultaneously, the pressure between them where nothing separated them but a thin membrane of her own flesh.

"’Mmmphh~!! Hnnghhh~!! Mmphhhhh~!!’"

Her tears had been running since the vines — not pain-tears, the specific tears of a woman whose body has been overwhelmed past the point of maintaining any internal composure. They tracked down her temples into her silver-blonde hair, her emerald eyes gone glassy and wide and fixed on the ceiling of the tree room.

He leaned forward over her.

His chest came down against her back. Both arms hooked beneath her, hands finding her breasts — the heavy, full weight of them filling his palms with the generosity of a body that hadn’t been touched like this in years, the soft giving flesh of them compressing between his fingers, the nipples already peaked and dense against his palms.

He ’squeezed.’

Milk.

Not much — a thin warm trickle from each nipple that ran down his knuckles, the elf woman’s body producing what it had been producing since this morning, the lactation that the tree’s vitality field had apparently decided to ’encourage’ because the emanation around them had been doing things to her bloodline for the past hour that her body was interpreting as ’time to feed something.’

The sound she made against the vine was half-broken.

PAH. PAH. PAH!

"’Mmphhh~!! Oungh~!! HNGHH~!!’"

’What is happening to me—’ The thought was genuinely curious beneath the overwhelm, the intellectual part of her that had not stopped functioning entirely. ’His tail in my — and his cock in my — and the tree is doing something to my bloodline, I can feel it pulling at something I haven’t touched in three years, I haven’t been able to feel that part of me since we started running—’

His mouth found her ear.

"I want to be your first," he said.

She blinked against the tears.

Tried to turn her head. The vine at her mouth made it half-functional — she got her cheek against the moss and looked back at him with one wet eye. "’Mmphhh—?’" The shape of ’what do you mean,’ without consonants.

"Your first ’here,’" he said. His hips pushed. His cock seated deeper, the slick push of it into her anal past the first ring, and her whole body tried to close around him and couldn’t because the vines were holding everything open. "The first thing in this place. The first person who chose you instead of needing you to hold everything together."

His tail in her pussy pulled back and pressed forward and her vaginal walls clenched around it.

’’Oh—’’

’’Oh, that is—’’

PAH. PAAAH!

"’HIEK~!! Oungh~!! MMPHHH~!!’"

The orgasm that hit her was not the contained kind. It started in her pussy — the specific clenching-releasing of walls gripping the tail’s spade, the stimulation of the world tree’s field against her elf bloodline making every nerve in that part of her body three times more sensitive than it should have been — and then it moved outward. Through her thighs. Up her spine. Into her chest where his hands were still holding her breasts, still pressing, the milk still leaking through his fingers.

Her back arched into him.

Her whole thick body — the heavy breasts, the full hips, the generous thighs spread by their vines — shook.

Viktor groaned against her ear. Low. Genuine.

He pulled out.

Both at once — his cock from her anal, his tail from her pussy, the withdrawal making a wet obscene sound in the warm quiet of the tree room. She gasped behind the vine, the sudden emptiness of it almost worse than the fullness, her body registering the absence with the confused urgency of something that had just been taught a preference.

He turned her over.

The vines assisted — released her ankles, held her wrists, the living restraints rotating her body with a gentleness that was somehow more disorienting than roughness would have been, and she ended up face-down, knees pushed under her by a vine at the back of each thigh, the moss soft under her cheek, her ass in the air, her hair spilled around her face.

Doggy.

Her dress had been destroyed at some point she couldn’t precisely identify. The green fabric was bunched at her waist, useless.

Viktor’s hands found her hips.

The grip of them — thumbs pressing into the thick soft flesh of her ass from above, fingers wrapping forward to her hip bones — held her at the exact angle he wanted. The blunt head of his cock found her pussy.

She was soaked. Absolutely, embarrassingly soaked, the arousal tracking down her inner thighs in warm evidence of everything her body had decided about the last hour.

PAH.

He drove in.

Full depth. First thrust.

"’AANGH~!!’" The vine at her mouth shifted to accommodate the sound and didn’t fully succeed. "’MMPHHH—!! HNNGHH~!!’"

PAH. PAH. PAH!

Her breasts swung forward under her with each impact — heavy, full, the weight of them slapping together at the center of her chest and then swinging back, nipples dragging across the moss and leaking thin streams of milk with every forward drive, the wet marks of them appearing on the moss beneath her.

’’His cock — it’s—’’ The internal voice had gone partially incoherent, the specific incoherence of a body that has stopped prioritizing language. ’’Too deep — it’s hitting the—he’s at my—’’

His cock hit the back of her. Her cervix.

Not gentle.

Not the careful teasing of someone gauging response. The deep authoritative press of someone who knew exactly where he was and had decided to be precisely there.

Her eyes shot wide.

"’HIEK~!!’"

PAH. PAH. PAAAH!

"’Oungh~!! NGH~!! AANGH~!!’"

’I am going to—again—it’s happening again already and I cannot stop it and his hands on my hips and my daughter is somewhere in this tower and I cannot—’

Her thighs shook. Her ass rippled with each impact, the thick flesh of it catching each pah and sending a wave through her hips that traveled up her spine and back down and the vine at her mouth wasn’t enough, wasn’t nearly enough—

She muffled herself in the moss.