100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 382 - 381- Knock Knock

He turned her again.

Spoon — his chest at her back, her back against his front, her top leg hooked over his hip, his cock entering from behind and below, the angle finding the front wall of her and pressing upward in long rocking thrusts that were slower than before. Deeper. The rolling grind of it.

His mouth came to the back of her neck.

He kissed her there. Actually kissed her — the deliberate press of lips against the nape of her neck, against the silver-blonde hair, against the warm skin beneath it.

The sound she made was different from all the other sounds.

Smaller. Quieter. Not the overwhelmed vocalizations of a body being handled — something more specific. The sound of a thing that had been waiting to be treated with that particular quality and had not expected it in this room, in this circumstance, from this person.

"’Mmhhhh~...’" Soft. The vine barely needed to do anything.

PAH. PAH.

Slow.

His tail had returned — not inside her, just ’there,’ the spade-tip moving against her clit in small circles while his cock worked the front wall. The specific tripling of sensation: his chest against her back, his mouth at her neck, his tail at her clit, his cock inside her.

’He is holding me,’ she thought. Clearly. The thought arrived with startling clarity through the haze. ’He is holding me and fucking me and I am—I am ’not the mother right now—’’

Her wrists were still in the vines but she’d stopped pulling.

Her fingers had opened. Relaxed. Her hands curled loosely in the warm living grip of the restraints and she was simply — ’there.’ Being. Feeling. Not managing anything.

Her eyes closed.

PAH. PAAAH!

"’Oungh~!! Hahh~!! Hnngh~!!’"

The second orgasm built differently from the first. Not the explosive external kind — from the inside, from the front wall where his cock was pressing in those long rocking strokes, from the base where his tail circled, from some deep interior place that she was fairly certain had something to do with the vitality field and her elf bloodline because the warmth of it was ’inside her’ in ways that anatomy alone didn’t account for.

It broke.

She shook.

Viktor held her through it — his arms around her, genuinely around her, both hands pressed flat against her stomach from behind as her whole body convulsed in the slow rolling waves of it. The milk came freely, running down the insides of her arms where his hands held her, warm and thin and unstoppable.

He lifted her.

The vines at her wrists released. Completely.

Her arms came down, the circulation returning in the faint pins-and-needles rush of freed blood, and then his hands were under her thighs, both of them, lifting her from the bed entirely, and she was ’up,’ fully airborne in his grip, her back against his chest, her thighs hooked over his forearms, completely open, completely suspended.

New vines from the tree walls came to assist.

They wrapped her thighs from the outside — support rather than restraint, holding her spread and steady in mid-air — and Viktor walked three steps to the wall and pressed her against it and entered her again from below, the angle of it now vertical, gravity doing half the work, and she screamed into the vine covering her mouth.

"’MMPHHH—!! AAANGH~!! HIEK~!!’"

PAH. PAH. PAH. PAH!

"’Oungh~!! NGH~!! HNNGH~!! AANGH~!!’"

The suspension meant she could feel every thrust doubled — the push up into her, the natural drop of gravity pulling her down onto him as he withdrew, an involuntary fucking of herself against him on the downstroke that she had absolutely no control over. Her breasts hung and swung with each impact, heavy and full, the milk running freely now, thin white lines drawing themselves down her stomach, her thighs.

The tree was warm. The light was gold.

Her eyes rolled back.

’What are you—’ The thought was distant now, the last reaching attempt of a mind that was losing the argument. ’What are you doing to me. What have you done to me. I came here running. I came here afraid. I had my daughter and I had nothing else and now I am—’

Viktor pressed his mouth to the side of her face.

Against her temple. Against the wet track of her tears.

"Stay here," he said. Not a command. Just words.

The third orgasm didn’t arrive, it ’happened’ — the distinction being that something happening doesn’t ask for permission, and this one didn’t. It took her spine and her chest and her womb all at once, and the sound she made was long and muffled and her whole body locked around him as he filled her—

The heat.

Deep. Direct. The specific burning warmth of him releasing inside her, pulsing against her deepest wall, and the vitality field from the tree met it and the elf bloodline in her blood met it and something underneath all of that clicked with the specific quality of a lock she’d had no idea existed.

’’Oh,’’ she thought.

’’Oh, that—’’

Viktor’s head dropped to her shoulder.

He breathed.

The vines lowered her.

Gently. The tree doing the work of setting her down onto the moss bed, her body arranged there the way you arrange something you intend to care for — not abandoned, placed. Her silver-blonde hair across the moss. Her thick body soft and warm and entirely undone, the flush of her running from her cheeks down her throat to the tops of her breasts, which still trembled faintly with the aftershocks.

Her eyes were closed.

Still breathing — deep, slow, the breathing of profound unconscious rest rather than the shallow panicked breathing of the past hour. Her chest rose and fell. The milk had stopped running. Her hands were loose at her sides.

Viktor looked at her for a moment.

The system was already updating.

[BLOODLINE ABSORPTION COMPLETE]

[SOURCE: VIVIAN — PURE ELVEN BLOODLINE, FIRST RANK NATURE NOBILITY]

[RESULT: BLOODLINE INTEGRATION IN PROGRESS]

[CURRENT BLOODLINE STATUS:]

[HUMAN — BASE (REGRESSED FORM)]

[INCUBUS — PRIMARY AWAKENED]

[ELVEN — NEW INTEGRATION, ASCENDING]

[HALF-ELF BLOODLINE AWAKENING ACTIVE]

[NATURE AFFINITY: NATURAL CONCEALMENT NOW INHERENT — NOT ABILITY-DEPENDENT]

[ELVEN PERCEPTION UNLOCKED: SEE THE TRUTH BEHIND SURFACE APPEARANCES]

[BLOODLINE PURITY ENHANCED: 100X MULTIPLIED]

[RESULT: ALL NATURE-BASED ABILITIES GRANTED PERMANENT ELVEN AUGMENTATION]

Viktor read it once.

He looked at his hand.

The faintest change — imperceptible unless you were looking for it. The quality of his skin in the tree’s amber light had the suggestion of something ’alive’ in it that hadn’t been there this morning. Not glowing. Not visible. Just present, the way certain things are present when you know what to look for.

He filed it.

’The Ktorian knight outside has the Second Survey,’ he thought. ’She’ll feel the bloodline shift next time she looks at me. Need to consider what that means.’

He reached over.

Pressed his mouth briefly against Vivian’s temple. The same way he’d pressed it to the side of her face during the lift — not performing tenderness, just. Doing it.

He straightened.

His cock was still wet. He dressed with the efficiency of someone who has done this in many configurations and had stopped finding the practical details complicated.

He turned.

He snapped his fingers.

The wife-network packet activated — the spatial assignment he’d built into the system weeks ago, the privilege of a designated wife that meant the manor’s teleportation infrastructure could receive her. Vivian’s unconscious form dissolved from the moss bed in the gentle particular way of system transport: no flash, no violence, just ’gone,’ the impression of her body in the moss remaining for a moment before the moss slowly recovered.

Helena would find her. Helena always found people who arrived unconscious.

Viktor moved to the tree-room door.

He pushed his hair back.

He reached for the handle.

’Knock knock.’