100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 342 - 341 - Wives Servicing

Mira’s hands moved to Viktor’s belt, her fingers working the buckle with practiced ease. Helena’s hands joined hers, both women acting in perfect coordination.

The belt came loose.

Buttons were undone.

The zipper descended with a soft ’zip’ that seemed impossibly loud in the enclosed carriage.

"Wait," Olivia breathed, her face going pale. "What are they doing? Why are they—"

Viktor’s eyes remained on Olivia even as Mira’s hands reached into his pants.

"You asked me why I have so many wives, didn’t you?" Viktor said calmly, his voice conversational despite what was happening below.

Olivia nodded mutely, unable to look away from the scene unfolding before her.

"Naturally, you’ve already seen my healing ability," Viktor continued. "The divine power I can channel. But there’s something else you need to understand about me."

Mira’s hand wrapped around something thick and hot inside Viktor’s pants. She pulled carefully, drawing it out into the open air. Fuck, even after five days of lighter sessions, he was still massive. Still perfect.

"I am the apostle of the God of Fertility," Viktor said, his voice carrying absolute conviction.

His cock emerged from his pants.

Eight inches of thick, veined shaft. Already half-hard and growing harder by the second. The head was broad and flushed, glistening slightly in the dim carriage light.

"So naturally," Viktor concluded, "I need to breed."

Olivia’s jaw dropped. Her golden eyes went impossibly wide, staring at Viktor’s cock as if she’d never seen such a thing in her life.

Which, given her sheltered upbringing, she probably hadn’t.

"Th-That’s—" she stammered. "You—breeding—but—"

Mira wasted no time. This was the crucial moment. Had to make it look natural, worshipful, desirable. Her tongue extended, pink and wet, and she dragged it along the underside of Viktor’s shaft from base to tip.

She’d been craving this. Five days of inadequate fucking had left all of them hungry, but Mira had held back, saved her energy for this exact performance. Make Olivia see how good it could be. How satisfying service could feel.

"Mmmm~" she hummed, the vibration traveling through Viktor’s cock. The taste of him flooded her mouth—that addictive, system-enhanced flavor that made her pussy clench with need.

Helena mirrored the action on the other side, her own tongue tracing the opposite edge. Her heavy breasts pressed against Viktor’s thigh as she leaned in, milk already beginning to leak from her swollen nipples and dampening her dress.

Both pregnant women began to worship Viktor’s cock with their mouths.

Mira focused on the head, her lips wrapping around the broad tip and sucking gently. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, tongue swirling around the sensitive glans. She kept her eyes open, kept her gaze angled so Olivia could see everything—see how much pleasure this brought. How natural it felt.

"Mmph—mmm—" wet, obscene sounds filled the carriage.

Helena worked the shaft, her tongue dragging along every vein, every ridge. She pressed soft kisses to the thick base before moving up, then down again, coating Viktor’s cock in her saliva.

Viktor’s cock swelled to full hardness in their combined mouths. Eight inches of thick, throbbing flesh, pulsing with each heartbeat.

Olivia sat frozen, her face burning red. Her mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. Her eyes darted between Viktor’s face and what Mira and Helena were doing, unable to fully process the scene. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Mira noted with satisfaction that Olivia’s hands had moved from fidgeting with her robes to gripping them tightly at her thighs. Her knuckles were white. Her breathing had quickened.

Good. The priestess was affected.

"This—" Olivia finally managed to squeak out, "—this is the ritual? This is how you maintain your divine connection?"

Viktor’s hand moved almost lazily to rest on Mira’s head, fingers tangling in her chestnut hair. His other hand did the same to Helena, threading through her auburn locks.

"Yes," Viktor said simply. His voice was steady despite the pleasure building in his core. "Divine energy flows through physical connection. Through the act of creation itself. Breeding is not just about producing offspring, Priestess Olivia."

Mira pulled off his cock with a wet ’pop’, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to his tip. She made sure to turn her head slightly toward Olivia as she spoke, wanting the priestess to see the genuine desire in her eyes.

"It’s about channeling life force," Mira added breathlessly. She meant it too. Ever since Viktor had started neglecting them for town duties, she’d felt the difference. Felt the energy drain. They all needed this as much as he did.

She dove back down, taking half of Viktor’s length into her mouth. Her throat worked as she tried to swallow more, pushing herself to demonstrate total devotion.

"Glk—mmph—" she gagged slightly but didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. The taste, the smell, the feeling of his cock stretching her throat—fuck, she’d missed this intensity.

Helena lifted her head, her own saliva dripping down Viktor’s shaft. "The more we serve him," she panted, "the stronger his connection becomes. The more blessings he can channel."

Her tongue flicked out, catching a bead of pre-cum that had formed at Viktor’s tip. She moaned at the taste, her eyes fluttering.

"It’s sweet," Helena whispered, almost reverently. "His essence is divine. Literally."

Viktor felt the system’s abilities activating automatically. His semen’s flavor was adjusting to match what Helena found most appealing. The addictive properties were already beginning to work, making her crave more.

Olivia’s face was now completely crimson. Her hands gripped her robes tightly, knuckles white. But she couldn’t look away.

Mira caught the exact moment Olivia’s thighs pressed together beneath those white robes. Saw the slight shift in her breathing pattern. The priestess was getting wet. Getting turned on.

Perfect.

"So you... you breed your wives... to maintain your apostle status?" Olivia whispered.

"Precisely," Viktor confirmed. His hips shifted slightly, pushing more of his cock into Mira’s eager mouth. "The God of Fertility requires fertility. Life creates life. Seed must be planted."

"Lots of seed," Bella added from beside Viktor, her cat ears perked forward with interest. Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips as she watched Mira and Helena work. The cat girl was in on it too—they all were. United front.

Mira and Helena had fallen into a perfect rhythm now.

Mira would take Viktor’s cock deep into her mouth, her throat bulging obscenely as she forced herself to swallow all eight inches.

Her nose pressed against his pelvis, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the strain. Hold. Hold. Let Olivia see how completely she could submit.

Then she’d pull back, gasping for air, and Helena would immediately take over. Her own mouth would engulf his shaft, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, tongue working overtime against the underside.

They alternated like this, back and forth, never giving Viktor’s cock a moment without stimulation.

Slurp. Gluck. Mmph. Pop.

The wet, obscene sounds filled the carriage, mixing with the creaking of wheels and the clip-clop of horse hooves on the road.

Viktor’s breathing grew slightly heavier. His hands tightened in both women’s hair, guiding their movements, controlling the pace.

"You see, Olivia," Viktor continued, his voice still remarkably steady, "this is why I need multiple wives. One woman cannot provide enough... connection... to sustain the divine channel."