100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 315- Morning Fun

The bedroom looked like a battlefield where pleasure had waged war.

Viktor sat on the edge of the bed, his muscular frame illuminated by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. Sweat glistened on his skin, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

Behind him, three women lay in various states of complete devastation.

Bella was face-down, ass raised high, her petite body trembling with residual aftershocks. Her silver hair was a tangled mess across the pillow, cat ears flattened against her skull in exhaustion.

Both her holes were stretched and gaping, pink flesh twitching as it tried to close. Her face was turned to the side, showing a perfect ahegao expression—eyes rolled back showing whites, tongue lolling out, drool pooling beneath her cheek.

"Nyaaa..." she whimpered weakly, her tail giving one last feeble twitch.

Kaida lay sprawled on her back, one leg hanging off the bed, the other bent at an awkward angle. Her athletic body was covered in bite marks and handprints, her small breasts heaving with each labored breath.

Her tight holes were similarly stretched—both her pussy and ass red and swollen from hours of use. Her crimson eyes were glazed over, unfocused, her mouth hanging open in a silent scream that had long since lost its voice.

"Haaah... haaah... fuck..." she breathed, unable to form coherent thoughts.

Helena was the most impressive sight. Her voluptuous body was spread-eagle, massive breasts squashed against the mattress, thick ass bearing the reddest handprints.

She’d needed the hardest pounding—her soft, abundant flesh requiring the most force to create those satisfying clapping sounds that had echoed through the Tower for hours.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Those sounds still rang in Viktor’s memory.

Her pussy twitched visibly, gaping wide enough to see inside, but not a single drop of cum leaked out. Her body had absorbed every ounce of his seed, greedily drinking it into her womb.

Her face showed the most debauched ahegao—tears streaming down her cheeks, nose running, tongue hanging out so far it touched her chin, eyes completely white.

"Guh... huh... huh..." She couldn’t even form words anymore.

Viktor pulled up his status window, checking his handiwork.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

[TARGET: KAIDA REDWOOD]

[STATUS: IMPREGNATED]

[GESTATION PERIOD: 3 MONTHS]

The other two were already pregnant, so no new notifications appeared. But that hadn’t stopped him from ravaging them just as thoroughly.

[CLAP POINTS EARNED: 18,547]

He smirked. Helena’s thick ass had contributed many points.

Not a drop of his cum escaped any of their holes. His demonic essence had been absorbed completely by their bodies, enhancing them, nourishing them, changing them.

But their own fluids? Those were everywhere.

The bed was absolutely soaked. Puddles of female ejaculate stained the sheets, dripped onto the floor. During the night, all three had squirted like fountains—multiple times—their bodies unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure.

"Haah... haaah..."

Bella’s pussy twitched, and a fresh gush of clear fluid leaked out, running down her inner thighs.

"Nngh..." Kaida’s body shuddered, and she squirted weakly, the fluid barely making it past her swollen lips.

Helena just lay there twitching, her pussy occasionally clenching and releasing more of her juices in weak spurts.

Viktor stood, stretching his arms above his head. His joints popped satisfyingly. Despite the hours of intense fucking, he felt refreshed. Energized.

The benefits of demonic vitality.

He looked back at his thoroughly used wives and smiled—genuine warmth mixing with possessive satisfaction.

"Good work, ladies," he said, his voice carrying a teasing lilt. "You all performed admirably. Especially you, Helena. Those claps could probably be heard in the village."

"Mmph..." Helena managed something between a whimper and a moan of embarrassment.

"And Kaida." Viktor reached out, patting her toned thigh. "Congratulations. You’re pregnant now too."

"Wha..." Kaida’s eyes focused slightly, trying to process the words. "Preg... nant?"

"Yes. You, Bella, and Helena. All carrying my children." Viktor’s smile widened. "You should be proud."

Bella’s tail gave a happy little wiggle despite her exhaustion.

Viktor grabbed a robe from a nearby chair and draped it over his shoulders, not bothering to tie it closed. His semi-hard cock hung between his legs, still glistening with the mixed fluids of his wives.

"Rest," he commanded gently. "I’ll have food brought up later."

Three weak nods answered him.

Viktor walked to the door, opened it, and stepped into the hallway.

The cool air of the corridor felt refreshing after the humid, sex-saturated atmosphere of the bedroom.

He headed toward the balcony—the same one overlooking the courtyard. He needed fresh air, time to think, to plan the next phase of his Tower’s development.

But as he approached, he saw a figure already standing there.

Elara.

She stood at the railing, her sheer negligee doing nothing to hide her curves. Pink hair caught the morning breeze. Pink eyes stared out at the artificial sky.

"Morning," Viktor called out casually, approaching her. "You’re up early."

Elara turned to face him, and Viktor immediately noticed something different.

Her expression. The way she held herself. The look in her eyes.

That wasn’t Elara’s usual hesitant, conflicted demeanor.

"Good morning, Master~" she purred, her voice dripping with seductive confidence.

Viktor’s eyes narrowed. "Succubus."

"Mmm, you can tell already?" She giggled, the sound distinctly different from Elara’s nervous laugh. "I’m impressed. Most humans can’t distinguish us so quickly."

The succubus—wearing Elara’s body like a borrowed dress—moved toward Viktor with predatory grace. Her hips swayed with each step, her breasts bouncing slightly under the thin fabric.

Viktor crossed his arms. "What are you doing? Where’s Elara?"

"Sleeping," the succubus said, now standing directly in front of him. "Poor thing exhausted herself with all that internal conflict last night. So I thought..." She dropped to her knees in one smooth motion. "...I’d use this body for something more productive."

Before Viktor could respond, her hands were on his thighs, pushing his robe aside.

"Wait—"

Her mouth opened wide, and she swallowed his cock to the hilt in one motion.

GLCKK.

"Mmmmph~!"

Viktor’s protest died in his throat as incredible warmth and suction enveloped him. His cock—already semi-hard—surged to full erection instantly.

"Fuck," he breathed.

The succubus pulled back slowly, her tongue working expertly along his shaft, cleaning off the remnants of his previous sessions. She looked up at him with those pink eyes—but the expression was pure demonic lust.

Schlorp. Schlorp. Schlorp.

She took him deep again, her throat opening impossibly wide, nose pressing against his pelvis. Her hands moved to her own body, fingers sliding under her negligee to rub her pussy through her panties.

Viktor’s hand instinctively went to her hair, gripping the pink strands. "What are you doing?"

She pulled off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.

"Isn’t it obvious?" She stroked him with both hands, maintaining eye contact. "Elara is sleeping right now, so I thought I should use this body. Can’t let such a nice morning go to waste, right?"

She went back to sucking, her head bobbing with practiced rhythm.

Glck. Glck. Glck.

Viktor looked down at the sight. The succubus—in Elara’s body—kneeling like a frog, back arched, ass pushed out behind her. One hand gripped his thigh for balance. The other was busy between her own legs, rubbing her pussy through panties so thin and wet they were practically transparent.

She looked exactly like what she was—a slutty demon whore servicing her master.

And fuck if it wasn’t hot.

Viktor’s grip on her hair tightened. He let her work for another minute, enjoying the skilled attention, before pulling her off his cock.

"By the way," he said casually, as if he wasn’t standing there with his spit-soaked cock inches from her face, "how does one summon a demon?"

The succubus froze. "Heh?"

"You heard me." Viktor stroked his cock slowly, the head pointing at her face. "How is a demon summoned to this realm?"

"Why do you want to—"

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

Viktor came without warning, thick ropes of cum painting her face—across her forehead, cheeks, nose, lips.

"Answer the question," he said, immediately pushing his cock back into her cum-covered mouth.

SHLCK.

"Mmph!" Her eyes widened as he stuffed her mouth full again.

She swallowed the cum on her tongue, and Viktor watched with interest as the seed on her face began to absorb into her skin—his demonic essence being consumed, making her complexion even more flawless.

The ability he’d given his wives worked on the succubus too.

The succubus pulled back, gasping, her tongue cleaning her lips. "You... you’re terrible."

"I know. Now talk."

She sighed, standing up. Her legs were shaky from kneeling so long. She walked to the railing, bending over it, looking out at the courtyard.

Her hands reached back, hooking into her panties, and slowly pulled them down.

Schllk.

The wet fabric peeled away from her pussy, revealing pink, swollen lips. A small patch of pink pubic hair—neatly trimmed but somehow grown back even though Elara had shaved recently—decorated her mound.

"To summon a higher demon," the succubus began, spreading her legs wider, "you need souls. At least one thousand human souls. Collected, bound, and offered as tribute."

Viktor approached from behind, his cock bobbing with each step. "So I’d need to kill a thousand people?"

"Or have them killed in your name." She reached back with one hand, spreading her ass cheek to give him a better view. "The ritual doesn’t care how they die. Just that their souls are claimed for the summoning."

Viktor pressed his cock against her entrance, rubbing the head through her slick folds.

"Interesting," he murmured.

Then he thrust.

SHUCK.

"AAAAHHH~!" The succubus’s back arched violently, her hands gripping the railing so hard her knuckles went white.

Viktor didn’t give her time to adjust. He grabbed her hips and started pounding immediately.

Pah. Pah. Pah. Pah.

"Fuck! Yes! Just like that!"

"Keep talking," Viktor commanded, his hips slamming against her ass with bruising force.

"Ngh! The ritual—haah!—requires a summoning circle! Ancient runes! And a—oh fuck!—a catalyst! Usually blood or—aaahn!—sexual fluids!"