"Gghhk—! Gghh...!"

Helena gagged violently on the bed, her face buried between Viktor's thighs as he ruthlessly fucked her mouth.

It was a 69 position from hell. Viktor was on top, his hips snapping forward to bury his cock deep in her throat, while his face was buried between her spread legs, devouring her pussy.

Her chin was slick with saliva, dripping onto the sheets. Her lips were stretched wide, red and swollen, struggling to accommodate the thick girth of his erection. Every thrust hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex, but she took it. She took every inch.

Her massive breasts, now covered in red marks from his grip and bites, bounced with every impact. They were leaking milk—steady white trickles that ran down her chest to pool on Viktor's belly, mixing with his sweat.

Down below, Viktor's tongue was working overtime.

He lapped at her pussy with voracious hunger. Her labia were swollen, slightly brownish-pink and glistening with arousal. The entrance was agape—stretched wide from hours of his cock pounding it—twitching as it tried to close around emptiness.

"Woah," Viktor mumbled against her wet flesh, pulling back slightly to admire the damage. "Your pussy really absorbed all of my seed?!"

He stared at her vagina in disbelief. He had ruined her for hours. He had pumped load after load of enhanced incubus seed into her womb. By all rights, she should be overflowing. Her thighs should be coated in white.

But there was nothing. Not a drop leaking out.

Her pussy had drunk it all. Every last drop absorbed by the 'Womb Claiming' ability, fueling the changes in her body.

He looked closer. right above her clitoris, a small, intricate dot had formed on her skin—a magical sigil marking her as his.

He smirked and leaned in.

'Schlop.'

He licked the mark directly.

"HHNNGGHH—!!"

The sensation was electric. Helena's body convulsed, her hips bucking upward. She squirted instantly—a clear, powerful jet of fluid that shot straight into Viktor's face, coating his nose and cheeks.

"Gghhk—!"

She gagged again, her throat clamping down on his cock in reaction to the orgasm.

Viktor groaned, feeling that tight, desperate grip. The 'Hole Training' ability was already working; her throat muscles, usually weak, were now massaging him with surprising strength.

"Fuck... that's it..."

He stopped thrusting, holding her head in place by her hair. His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

"UUURRGHHH—!!"

He erupted inside her throat. Ropes of hot cum shot down her esophagus, thick and plentiful. He poured himself into her, feeling her swallow reflexively, her body accepting everything he gave.

After a long minute, he finally pulled out.

'SCHLOCK.'

The sound was wet and vulgar—a distinct pop of suction breaking.

"Kuh-kuh—!" Helena coughed hard, strings of saliva and semen connecting her lips to his softening shaft. Her eyes were watering, face flushed a deep crimson, but she didn't lose consciousness. The training was keeping her awake, keeping her enduring.

Viktor sat back on his heels, wiping the squirt from his face, and looked down at his artwork.

Helena was a masterpiece of debauchery.

She lay sprawled on the messy bed, limbs loose and trembling. Her skin was flushed a deep, heated red from head to toe. Her massive tits were heaving with each ragged breath, nipples standing erect—dark brown, swollen to the size of cherries, and still weeping milk.

Her pussy was a wreck. The lips were puffy and bruised-looking, the entrance gaping open like a breathless mouth, twitching violently as aftershocks racked her frame.

His tail, seemingly with a mind of its own, uncoiled from his waist and flicked her nipple.

'Flick.'

"Ahhn~!" Helena whimpered, her whole body trembling at the tiny stimulation. She was so overstimulated that even a breeze would probably make her cum again.

Viktor glanced at the window. The sky outside was just starting to lighten.

It had been 3 or 4 hours.

Three hours of non-stop, brutal, ravaging sex.

And yet...

He flexed his hand, feeling the power humming in his veins. He wasn't exhausted. In fact, he felt incredible. His stamina bar was full. His fatigue was non-existent.

He looked down at his cock. It was semi-soft now, crimson red at the head from friction, balls heavy and full again within minutes.

'It's the incubus bloodline,' he realized. 'And her fluids.'

Helena wasn't draining him. She was charging him. She had turned into an EXP and Power battery. The more he fucked her, the stronger he got.

He stood up slowly and walked to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

His reflection stared back.

His body was covered in sweat, shining in the dim light. Red scratch marks from Helena's nails raked down his back and shoulders. His muscles looked denser, more defined.

But it was his eyes that caught his attention.

His pupils were black—pitch black and opaque, swallowing the iris. They looked dense, heavy with dark power.

A smirk formed on his lips. He wrapped his tail around his waist like a belt, the heart-shaped tip resting against his hip.

He turned back to the bed. Helena was still lying there, broken thoroughly. Her pussy and breasts continued to leak—milk from her tits, clear juices from her snatch—staining the sheets beneath her.

"You can rest, Helena," he said, voice rough but satisfied. "I will go cook something."

Helena blinked, her brown eyes hazy and unfocused. She tried to process his words through the fog of pleasure-drunk exhaustion.

"B-but... Master..." she croaked, her voice raspy from screaming and sucking. "Your... workout time..."

She wanted to remind him. Every morning, he trained. He did pushups, sword swings, running.

Viktor chuckled, the sound low and dark.

"Rather than on the field," he said, glancing back at her with a predatory grin, "I will do it on my Master... haha."

"M-master...?"

Helena's brain short-circuited. She couldn't understand. 'Do it on his Master? Who?'

She tried to sit up, but her body rebelled.

It felt... snapped.

Her waist felt like it had been bent in half. Her holes—both pussy and ass—were burning with a pleasant, throbbing heat. Her insides felt molded to his shape, as if his cock was still inside her, stretching her permanently.

But strangest of all was the taste in her mouth.

She could taste his seed—salty, bitter, thick. But when she swallowed, it didn't feel like it was going into her stomach. It felt like it was... absorbing. Like her own saliva. It was there, a constant presence, but not uncomfortable.

And the pain...

The burning in her muscles was fading. The exhaustion was lifting, replaced by a strange, humming vitality. Her physical strength felt... better.

'I need to get up,' she told herself. 'I need to serve him.'

She pushed herself off the mattress, swinging her legs over the side. Her feet touched the cold floor. She stood.

And immediately fell.

"Ah—!"

'Thud.'

She collapsed onto the rug, legs giving out completely.

It wasn't weakness.

It was her pussy.

It was vibrating.

Even without him inside her, the phantom sensation of his ravaging was so strong that her knees buckled. Her body was still twitching, still reacting to the phantom pounding.

She gasped, lying on the floor, milk leaking onto the carpet.

"I-I will need..." she muttered to the empty room, her face flushing with shame and pleasure. "I will need some time to recover."

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