100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 320- Rest till the End

His fingers continued kneading her leaking breasts like she was a cow being milked.

The jar between her thighs was filling with her essence—clear fluid tinged faintly pink, warm and slick.

"Unlike my other wives," Viktor continued, his filthy words pouring into her ear, "even your ass leaks lubricant. Like you were designed to milk my cock dry from every hole."

Elara whimpered, overwhelmed.

"No matter how many times I fuck you," he went on, grinding his hard cock against her ass, "your pussy grips me so tight. Like you’re trying to trap me inside. To keep me buried in your body forever."

The carriage hit a particularly rough patch of road.

Everyone jolted.

The movement drove Viktor’s tail deeper, pushed the jar harder against her pussy, made his hands squeeze her breasts roughly.

Elara’s vision whited out. Another orgasm crashed through her, smaller but no less intense.

More fluid gushed into the jar.

"You’re so responsive," Viktor praised, his voice carrying dark satisfaction. "So perfectly trained. My good little wife."

His words—vulgar but somehow romantic in their possessiveness—broke something inside Elara.

The last of her resistance.

The final wall between dignity and complete submission.

She turned her head slightly, pink eyes heavy and drugged with lust. Her breath came in short, desperate pants. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth.

Without the succubus controlling her. Without any demonic influence. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Just Elara. Completely tamed. Completely his.

"Viktor..." she breathed, so quietly it was barely audible.

"Hmm?" His lips curved against her ear.

"Can I..." She swallowed hard, shame and need warring in her expression. "Can you... rub the itch inside my womb?"

Silence.

Then Viktor chuckled—a dark, pleased sound that vibrated through both their bodies.

"So you want my cock, you horny woman?"

Elara looked around desperately—at Olivia still watching the window, at the closed partition separating them from Aldrin, at the jar still catching her fluids.

Her pink eyes were glazed with heat. Desperate. Needy.

Even without the succubus, she’d been completely tamed by days of relentless fucking. Her body knew what it wanted. What it needed.

She met Viktor’s gaze.

And nodded.

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I want your cock, Viktor. Please. I need it. I need—"

"Shh." His finger pressed against her lips. "We’re almost at the forest. Can you wait? I promise to stuff you the moment we reach."

Elara’s face crumpled with frustration and desperate arousal.

But she nodded again, trembling.

"Good." Viktor’s smile was predatory. He withdrew his tail slowly, making her gasp. "Hold this."

He pressed the jar—now half-full with her pussy juices—into her shaking hands.

"Don’t spill it," he commanded softly. "I have plans for that."

Elara clutched the jar, her mind too fogged with need to even question what those plans might be.

Olivia chose that moment to turn back from the window.

"We’re getting close," she announced, pointing ahead. "I can see the forest. And there’s definitely something strange about it. The trees look... wrong."

"Demonic corruption," Viktor confirmed, his hands now resting innocently on Elara’s waist possesivly. "That’s what we’re here to cleanse."

"I’ll do my best," Olivia said firmly.

Viktor smiled.

’I will do my best too...’

And in his mind, the plan crystallized further.

’First, we’ll see if Olivia can weaken the mist. Then, when she’s exhausted from the attempt... when her holy energy is depleted and her body is vulnerable...’

His cock throbbed with anticipation.

’Then I’ll show her exactly what kind of "healing" she needs.’

The carriage rolled to a stop at the forest’s edge.

Through the small window, Aldrin could see where cultivated land gave way to wild darkness. The trees here looked wrong—twisted, gnarled, their bark an unhealthy grayish color. A faint purple mist clung to the ground between them, swirling like something alive.

"We’ve arrived, my lord!" Aldrin called back.

"Good work." Viktor’s voice came from the passenger area. "Give us a moment."

Inside, Viktor gently lifted Elara off his lap. Her legs could barely support her weight. She stumbled slightly, catching herself against the carriage wall, the jar still clutched in her trembling hands.

Her dress was a disaster. Dark wet patches marked where milk had leaked from her nipples. The fabric between her thighs was soaked through, clinging to her skin. Her face was flushed crimson, eyes glazed, lips swollen from biting them.

She looked thoroughly debauched.

Olivia noticed immediately. "Elara! You’re really not well. Maybe you should stay in the carriage and rest?"

"N-No," Elara managed, her voice hoarse. "I’m... I’m fine. Just... need to walk. Fresh air."

Viktor stood smoothly, adjusting his clothes with practiced ease. His erection was still prominent, but the loose cut of his trousers and the shadows of the carriage interior hid it reasonably well.

He opened the carriage door and stepped out first, then turned to help Olivia down.

Her hand was soft in his, her body heavy with curves as she descended. Her breasts bounced with each step, and Viktor’s eyes tracked the motion before he caught himself.

’Soon,’ he thought. ’Very soon.’

Elara came last, moving carefully, as if every step caused sensation between her thighs. She clutched the jar like a lifeline, not meeting anyone’s eyes.

Aldrin hopped down from the driver’s seat, stretching his back with audible pops. "Will you be needing me to accompany you, Lord Viktor? I’m no fighter, but I can carry supplies, or—"

"No need," Viktor interrupted smoothly. "You stay with the carriage. Guard it and the horse. We won’t be long."

Aldrin’s weathered face showed relief. He had no desire to enter that corrupted forest. "Of course, my lord. I’ll wait right here."

The moment Viktor turned away, Aldrin pulled out a small leather-bound notebook, a quill, and an inkpot from his vest. He settled onto the driver’s bench and began writing furiously.

’Exclusive trading rights proposal. Point one: guaranteed first access to all Tower-produced goods. Point two: commission-based profit sharing model. Point three: establishment of permanent merchant house in Millbrook under Aldrin’s management...’

His merchant’s mind was already calculating every angle, every potential deal that could cement his position as Lord Viktor’s primary trader.

He was completely unaware of what was happening just fifty meters away.

Viktor walked behind the two women as they approached the forest edge.

And gods, the view.

Olivia led the way, her priestess robe swaying with each step. Her hips were wide, childbearing hips, and they rolled with natural sensuality despite her innocent demeanor. The white fabric clung to her thick ass with each movement—left cheek rising as she stepped, then the right, creating a mesmerizing rhythm.

Her body was soft. Built like she was made to be held, squeezed, kneaded. Like warm milk given physical form.

Behind her, Elara moved more stiffly, still recovering. But her body was the opposite—tight, toned, compact. Her ass was smaller but perfectly shaped, each cheek firm despite the slight wobble as she walked. The fabric of her dress, still damp, clung to every curve.

She’d been a virgin just days ago. Now she walked like a woman who’d been thoroughly broken in. Used. Claimed.

Viktor’s cock, which had softened slightly during the disembarkation, stirred back to full hardness watching them.

’I could bend either of them over right now,’ he thought, eyes tracking the sway of their bodies. ’Push their faces into the dirt and fuck them until they scream.’

But patience. Control.

"Lord Viktor," Olivia called back, her voice pulling him from his thoughts. She’d turned to face him, walking backward now, her expression curious. "This demonic corruption... how long has it been here?"

"Weeks," Viktor replied. "It appeared around the same time as the Tower. They’re likely connected."

"Fascinating." Olivia’s scholarly interest was evident. "Demonic manifestations usually require a source. A portal, or a powerful artifact, or—" She paused, noticing Elara struggling to keep pace. "Are you sure you’re alright?"

Elara nodded quickly, not trusting her voice.

Olivia’s eyes drifted down to the jar clutched in Elara’s hands. The glass was slightly fogged, the liquid inside sloshing gently with each step.

"What’s in that jar?" Olivia asked innocently.

Elara’s face turned crimson. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. "I—It’s—"

"Herbal extract," Viktor supplied smoothly, moving up beside them. "Necessary to help you with the cleansing ritual. It contains... concentrated essence that can weaken demonic influence."

’Oh gods,’ Elara thought, mortification flooding through her. ’He’s going to use my pussy juices in a ritual with her. He’s actually going to—’

"Oh!" Olivia’s face lit up with interest. "A holy preparation? That’s wonderful. I’ve read about essences being used to amplify purification magic, but I’ve never actually—"

"It’s very potent," Viktor interrupted before Olivia could ask more questions. "Elara gathered it specially. She has a... talent for extracting such materials."