100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 348 - 347 - Baptizing the Priestess

Viktor’s hips rolled slow, deliberate, his cock grinding deep in Olivia’s ass crack through those thin white panties. The fabric was already damp from her arousal, doing nothing to hide what her body wanted even as her mind screamed denial.

"Wrong?" Viktor’s breath was hot against her neck. His tongue dragged across her skin, tasting the salt of her nervous sweat. "Your cunt’s dripping through your panties, priestess. Your nipples are hard enough to cut glass."

His hand left her breast to grab her jaw, tilting her head sharply to the side. Olivia’s teary golden eyes met his dark ones for a split second before his mouth crashed against hers.

No permission. No warning.

Just invasion.

Viktor’s tongue shoved past her lips, filling her mouth, claiming it. Olivia’s muffled gasp was swallowed entirely as he kissed her like he owned her-deep, demanding, overwhelming.

Her hands flew to his arms, fingers digging into muscle, but she wasn’t pushing away. Couldn’t. Her body had already surrendered even if her mind hadn’t caught up yet.

Viktor’s hand on her pussy pressed harder, the middle finger grinding against her entrance through soaked cotton. His other hand worked her jaw, angling her head exactly where he wanted it while his tongue explored every corner of her mouth.

Olivia’s knees buckled slightly. Viktor’s arm around her waist tightened, holding her upright, keeping her exactly where he needed her.

When he finally pulled back, a string of saliva connected their lips. Olivia’s eyes were hazy, unfocused, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

"Good girl," Viktor murmured. "Now let’s see what you’re really made of."

His hands moved to her shoulders, applying pressure. Not forcing, but guiding. Olivia’s body obeyed instinctively, her knees bending, lowering herself slowly toward the altar.

Viktor pushed her forward as she descended. Her hands shot out to catch herself on the smooth marble surface. On her knees now, bent over the glowing altar, ass raised high.

Perfect position.

Viktor stepped back, his dark eyes roaming over her body. The white robes had ridden up during their grind session, bunched around her waist. Her thick thighs were fully exposed, pale skin gleaming in the temple’s ethereal light. The flower-patterned panties clung to her ass and pussy, the fabric visibly soaked through at her crotch.

His cock throbbed in his pants, demanding release. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

But not yet.

Viktor’s hands went to his belt. Click. The buckle came undone. Zip. His pants opened, the sound impossibly loud in the vast temple hall.

Olivia’s head turned slightly, trying to look back at him. Her golden eyes were wide, pupils dilated.

"Lord Viktor, I-"

"Don’t speak unless I tell you to," Viktor said calmly.

His hand reached into his pants, gripping his cock. He pulled it free slowly, all eight inches emerging into the cool air. Already rock hard. Already leaking pre-cum from the tip.

Then his other hand moved to the small of his back.

And wrapped around something else.

Olivia’s breath caught as she saw it emerge from behind him.

A tail.

Thick. Black. Muscular.

And tipped with a sharp, purple spade shape that looked like a scorpion’s stinger. The spade part was smooth, almost glossy, about the size and shape of... of...

"Wh-what is that?!" Olivia’s voice cracked, eyes widening in shock.

Viktor smirked, letting his tail sway lazily behind him. The spade tip caught the light, revealing its true nature-not sharp like a weapon, but smooth and phallic. A second cock.

"Part of me," Viktor said simply. "You’ll get very familiar with it soon."

Before Olivia could process that, Viktor moved.

He climbed onto the altar behind her, positioning himself over her prone form. His knees settled on either side of her thick thighs, his bare hips lowering until they rested against the back of her thighs.

From this angle, Olivia’s body was completely on display beneath him. Her massive breasts pushed against the marble, threatening to spill from the thin bra. Her ass rose invitingly, panties stretched tight across plush cheeks. Her face was turned to the side, resting on the cold stone, golden eyes staring at nothing.

Viktor sat fully on her thighs, his weight pinning her. His cock stood proud between them-eight inches of thick, veined flesh pointing toward the ceiling.

He ran one hand through his dark hair, pushing it back, ruffling it casually. Then he looked down at her with pure predatory hunger.

Olivia’s arms instinctively moved, wrapping around herself in embarrassment. Trying to hide. To protect what little modesty she had left.

"Please," she whispered. "I don’t know if I’m ready for-"

Movement behind Viktor made her words die in her throat.

The tail. It was moving. Rising up behind him like a cobra preparing to strike. The purple spade tip swayed slightly, catching Olivia’s gaze and holding it with horrifying fascination.

"Wh-what-what are you going to do with that thing?!" Panic edged into her voice.

Viktor’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist. He yanked her arm away from her body with casual strength, pulling it to the side and pinning it against the altar.

"I wanted to mark you," Viktor said, his voice dropping into something darker. Something raw. "I wanted to sully you in filth."

Olivia gasped as his free hand grabbed the front of her bra, fingers hooking into the delicate fabric.

RIP.

The flower-patterned bra tore away completely. Fabric shredded. The cups gave way instantly under his strength.

Olivia’s massive breasts spilled free, jiggling heavily as they bounced against the marble altar. Pale flesh. Pink nipples already hard and pointed. The weight of them spread slightly as they pressed against the cold stone.

"Ah-!" Olivia’s eyes went wide, staring at her own exposed chest.

Viktor’s hand immediately grabbed her left breast, fingers sinking deep into the soft mound. He squeezed roughly, groping without mercy, watching the flesh bulge between his fingers.

"Hngh~!" Olivia’s moan escaped despite herself.

Viktor leaned forward, his lips near her ear. "I wanted to sully you in filth," he repeated.

Then he sat back up.

And spat.

PTOOEY.

A thick glob of saliva landed directly between Olivia’s massive breasts. It dripped slowly down the valley of her cleavage, warm and obscene.

"No-!" Olivia’s protest died as Viktor suddenly shifted.

He climbed further up her body, his knees moving to either side of her ribcage now. His bare ass settled onto her upper back, pinning her more thoroughly.

His cock was right there. Inches from her face. She could see every vein. Every throb. The broad head glistening with pre-cum.

But Viktor wasn’t aiming for her mouth.

Instead, he grabbed his cock and positioned it between her breasts. The thick shaft slid into the valley of her cleavage, pushing through his own spit, coating himself in the mixture of saliva and sweat.

"Cover your tits," Viktor commanded, releasing her wrist.

Olivia’s hands moved before her brain caught up. Training. Obedience. Instinct.

Her arms wrapped around her own breasts, pressing the massive mounds together from the sides. Creating a tight, warm tunnel of soft flesh around Viktor’s cock.

"Good girl," Viktor growled, his hips already beginning to move.

He thrust forward. His cock slid through her cleavage, the head emerging from between her breasts and stopping just short of her chin. Then back. The shaft dragged through the tight space, friction sending pleasure coursing through him.

Forward again. Back. Forward. Back.

"Mmph-!" Olivia whimpered, feeling his cock sliding against her skin. So hot. So thick. The head kept emerging right below her face, pre-cum dripping onto her collarbone.

Viktor’s pace increased. His hips pumping faster. His hands braced on either side of her head, using the altar for leverage.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

The wet sounds of his cock sliding through her spit-slicked cleavage filled the temple. Obscene. Raw.

And while he fucked her tits-

Viktor’s other hand moved.

Down her back. Over the curve of her ass. To the waistband of her panties.

His fingers hooked into the fabric and yanked it aside.

Olivia gasped as cool air hit her pussy. "Wait-not that-!"

Viktor’s middle finger found her entrance immediately. Soaking wet. Swollen. Ready despite all her protests.

He pushed inside.

One knuckle. Two knuckles. Three.

"AHHHN~!" Olivia’s moan was loud, echoing through the temple.

Viktor’s finger curled inside her, finding that spot near her front wall. He rubbed it mercilessly while his cock continued thrusting through her breasts.

"Feel that?" Viktor panted, his voice rough. "Your cunt’s gripping my finger like you’re trying to suck it deeper. Your body knows what it needs."

His finger pumped in and out, matching the rhythm of his hips. Every time his cock emerged between her breasts, his finger plunged deep into her pussy.

Synchronized. Overwhelming.

Olivia’s thighs trembled. Her hands squeezed her own breasts tighter around his shaft. Her mouth fell open, panting heavily.

"Goddess-Goddess please-tell me what I’m feeling-!" Olivia’s prayer was broken, desperate.

Viktor felt the divine energy surge through him. His cock swelled slightly thicker. His finger inside her pussy grew more precise, finding every sensitive spot.

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered:

"You will be baptized today by my seed, my new saintess."

Olivia’s golden eyes rolled back slightly. Her pussy clenched around his finger. Her nipples dragged against his cock with each thrust.

Viktor felt his orgasm approaching. His balls tightened. His cock throbbed harder between her soft mounds.

"Take it," he growled. "Take your baptism."

His hips thrust one final time, cock emerging fully from between her breasts-

And erupted.

SPURT!

Thick ropes of white cum shot across Olivia’s face. Her nose. Her cheek. Her lips.

SPURT! SPURT!

More painted her neck, her chin, dripping down onto the marble altar beneath her.

Viktor’s finger inside her pussy curled hard, rubbing that spot with vicious precision.

Olivia screamed.

"AHHHH~! I’m-something’s-COMING OUT~!"

Her pussy clamped down on his finger like a vice. Clear fluid gushed from her, squirting onto the altar, mixing with Viktor’s cum that had dripped down from above.

Her first orgasm. Her first real climax from another person’s touch.

And it shattered her completely.

Her body convulsed. Her thighs shook. Her massive breasts heaved with each gasping breath.

Viktor pulled his finger free slowly, bringing it to his lips and sucking it clean.

"Delicious," he murmured. "Just like I knew you’d be."

Olivia lay there, trembling, covered in his seed, her mind completely blank except for one thought:

’What have I done?’