100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids-Chapter 328 - 327- Elara’s Arrival to Currupt

But her eyes... her golden eyes still held determination. Still held hope.

And that’s when Viktor felt his own control slipping.

’Fuck,’ he thought, the pleasure building despite himself. ’She’s actually... fuck, she’s trying so hard. Those eyes. That dedication. I’m going to—’

His cock swelled even thicker inside her throat.

"GLCK!" Olivia felt it, felt him getting larger, harder, tighter.

’The demon is weakening!’ she thought triumphantly. ’Just a bit more! I can do this!’

She sucked with everything she had, her cheeks hollowing completely, her throat swallowing rhythmically around his shaft.

"Shit..."

Viktor’s grip on her hair tightened painfully.

His hips moved faster. Rougher. Using her face without mercy.

Glck-glck-glck-glck-glck.

And then he buried himself to the hilt one final time.

"Take it," the demon voice growled. "Take the demon seed, priestess. Baptize yourself from the inside."

Viktor’s cock pulsed.

Throbbed.

And erupted.

SPURT. SPURT. SPURT. SPURT.

Hot cum shot directly into Olivia’s stomach, flooding her from within. There was so much. Rope after thick rope of seed pumping straight down her throat, filling her belly.

"MMMMMPH!" Olivia’s eyes went wide, her throat working frantically to swallow it all.

But there was too much. It backed up, flooding her mouth, leaking from her nose, dripping from the corners of her lips despite Viktor’s cock plugging her throat.

The demon’s voice became clearer, more menacing.

"From now on," it said as it continued cumming, "you need to take my seed regularly, priestess. Every day. Multiple times. Or I’ll kill Viktor. Do you understand?"

Olivia couldn’t respond. Could barely think. The lack of oxygen, the overwhelming taste, the sheer amount of cum being pumped into her—it was too much.

Her vision was fading.

Going dark around the edges.

Cum leaked from her nose, running down her face. Her body went limp, held up only by Viktor’s hands in her hair and his cock in her throat.

But even as consciousness slipped away, her last thought was clear:

’I need to... save... Lord... Viktor...’

And then she collapsed.

Viktor pulled out slowly, his cock sliding from her lips with a wet pop. Cum poured from her mouth, adding to the mess coating her face and chest.

Olivia crumpled to the ground, unconscious, covered in his seed, her belly slightly distended from how much she’d swallowed.

Viktor stood over her, breathing hard, his cock still twitching.

The purple glow faded from his eyes completely.

He looked down at what he’d done. At the innocent priestess lying in the dirt, violated and corrupted, all while believing she was saving him.

"Fuck," Viktor muttered, running a hand through his hair.

He’d won. The manipulation had worked perfectly. She’d completely bought the demon possession act.

And now she believed she needed his cum to save him. Would keep coming back. Would degrade herself over and over, all in the name of holy duty.

But looking at her unconscious form, at her tear-stained face, at the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed...

’Did I just...’ Viktor paused. ’Did I actually become the demon?’

Viktor stood there, breathing hard, looking down at Olivia’s unconscious form.

Part of him wanted to be gentle. To clean her up. To carry her somewhere safe and let her recover with dignity.

’She tried so hard,’ he thought, guilt twisting in his chest. ’She really believed she was saving me. Maybe I should just—’

Then he heard it.

A soft, breathy giggle from behind him.

Viktor turned sharply.

And saw her emerging from the narrow tunnel entrance—Elara, crawling out on hands and knees, completely naked. Her pink hair was disheveled, sticking to her sweat-soaked skin. Her massive breasts swayed heavily beneath her as she moved, nipples hard and pointed.

But it was her eyes that made Viktor’s breath catch.

They weren’t pink anymore. They were heart-shaped pupils, glowing with that unmistakable succubus energy.

And her smile... that grin was all wrong. Too wide. Too hungry. Too knowing.

"Well, well, well~" The voice that came from Elara’s mouth was hers, but layered with something deeper, more sultry. "Did my husband just fuck the holy priestess? How deliciously corrupt~"

Viktor’s jaw tightened. "Elara?"

"Mmm, not quite~" The succubus-possessed Elara stood, stretching her naked body like a cat, back arching to thrust her breasts forward. "Your cute little wife is still here, but she’s... sharing space with me right now. Hope you don’t mind~"

Viktor moved forward instinctively, his arms opening.

The succubus didn’t resist. She walked into his embrace, pressing her hot, naked body against his.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming.

Elara’s soft breasts squashed against his chest, her hard nipples dragging across his skin. Her stomach pressed to his abs. Her thick thighs brushed against his. Every inch of her was furnace-hot, radiating demonic energy that made his cock twitch despite having just cum.

But it was more than just physical sensation.

It felt familiar. Like coming home. Like embracing something that belonged to him, that was made for him.

’This damn succubus,’ Viktor thought, his arms tightening around her as he was reminded why he bound this woman hardest among his wives.

The succubus giggled, pressing closer, her lips near his ear.

"Aww, how sweet~ The big bad corruptor actually cares about his wives~" Her tone was mocking, but there was genuine amusement beneath it. "But let me ask you something, husband~"

She pulled back slightly, those heart-shaped eyes locking onto his.

"Did you fuck the priestess?"

Viktor’s expression shifted, becoming guarded. "That’s—"

"Because if you did," the succubus interrupted, her grin widening, "I want all the details. Did she scream? Did she beg? Did she cum on your cock like a good little holy slut?"

Something about the crude words, said in Elara’s voice, made Viktor’s jaw clench.

"She’s unconscious," he said flatly. "And I’m not going to—"

"Oh?" The succubus tilted her head, clearly enjoying provoking him. "The great Viktor Redwood, hesitating? That’s new~"

Viktor’s hands moved to Elara’s hips, gripping firmly enough to make the soft flesh dimple under his fingers.

"Careful," he warned, his voice dropping to something dangerous. "You’re also my wife. And I can punish you much harder."

The succubus shivered—whether from threat or anticipation was unclear.

"Mmm, promises, promises~" She licked her lips slowly. "But we’re wasting time. We need to talk business."

Her expression shifted slightly, becoming more serious despite maintaining that sultry edge.

"This place," she gestured around the clearing, "seems good enough to summon the demon, yes?"

Viktor’s demeanor changed immediately. His grip on her hips loosened slightly as his mind shifted to strategy.

"You think so?"

The succubus nodded, reaching down between her legs. When her hand came back up, she was holding the glass bottle—the one Viktor had filled with Elara’s pussy juices earlier.

It was completely full, the clear liquid sloshing inside.

"Indeed~" The succubus held it up to the light, examining it. "This essence, combined with the corruption energy saturating this place, the death residue... it’s perfect for a summoning circle."

She paused, her grin becoming sharper.

"But don’t you think a demon will instantly possess your body if you summon it? Or did you forget that little detail?"

Viktor’s jaw clenched. "I’m aware of the risk."

"Are you?" The succubus pressed. "Because last time someone summoned me, they had Belial—an archdemon, in case you forgot—helping them suppress and bind me. Without that kind of power, a freshly summoned demon will just jump into the nearest suitable host." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She poked Viktor’s chest with one finger.

"And you, my dear husband, with all that lovely incubus energy? You’d be the perfect target~"

Viktor was silent for a moment, his mind working.

She was right. Summoning a demon without proper containment was suicide. The summoner who’d originally called the succubus had been working with ducal-level resources and had an archdemon ally.

Viktor had... himself. And his wives. And whatever power he could scrape together.

But he had been thinking about this. Planning for it.

His eyes moved past Elara, looking toward the distance. The demon Millbrook last tomb maybe.

"This place is saturated with death energy," Viktor said slowly. "Isn’t it?"

The succubus followed his gaze, her expression shifting to something more analytical.

"Mmm, indeed it is~" She inhaled deeply, as if tasting the air. "All those people who died due to disease in Millbrook over the years... their death energy has soaked into the land. The demonic mist was feeding on it, growing stronger, creating a concentrated nexus of necromantic power."