Chapter 653 - 652 - Serving their Dear Husband Diligently

Chapter 653: Chapter 652 - Serving their Dear Husband Diligently

She remembered his cock. She had ridden it, sucked it, taken it in every hole. She knew his size — had measured it with her mouth, her cunt, her throat. But this was different.

The 100x multiplier had not only enhanced his powers — it had enhanced everything. His cock stood at twelve inches. The shaft was thicker than her wrist.

The veins along the surface were engorged, prominent, the ridges defined. The head was swollen, dark, the slit already glistening with pre-cum.

Her lips bit. Her thighs squeezed together. Her shaved pussy — puffy, swollen, pregnant — clenched on nothing. She felt herself get wet. Felt the arousal drip from her entrance, run over her taint, pool on the bed.

But she also smelled it.

The scent of his cock. His musk — the male, heavy, incubus-laced pheromone that made her head swim. But beneath it — other scents. Copper. Blood. Feminine arousal. The wet, copper-scented remnants of other women’s cunts, still clinging to his shaft, dried but present. The evidence of Evriana. The evidence of Lucia. The proof of what he had been doing while she was here, shaving her pussy and managing taxes.

Mira’s lip curled. Not in disgust. In something more complicated — jealousy, arousal, possession, the perverted thrill of knowing her husband had been destroying other women while she waited.

"How dare they?" she hissed. Her hand wrapped around his shaft — her fingers not meeting, the girth too much for one hand. "They should have cleaned it after using."

Viktor chuckled. The sound vibrated through his body, through Helena who was still kissing him, through Mira whose hand was on his cock.

"Clean it then," he said.

Mira’s eyes flashed. Her perverted nature surged — the jealousy converting into something hotter, something possessive, something that said ’if-it’s-mine-I’ll-clean-it-myself-and-show-them-how-it’s-done.’

She lowered her head.

Her tongue found the base. One long, slow, possessive lick — from the root, along the thick vein, over the shaft, across the ridge, to the tip. She tasted everything. His musk. The salt. The dried arousal of women she had never met. The copper of virgin blood that wasn’t hers.

She licked it clean.

’Slurp.’

"Mmm—" Mira’s moan, muffled by cock. Her lips wrapped around the head. Her tongue swirled over the slit, collecting the pre-cum that was now flowing freely. She sucked. The cheeks of her face hollowed.

’Slurp. Slurp. Mmm—’

Her mouth descended. Inch by inch. The girth stretched her jaw — wider than she remembered, the enhanced size making her mouth ache. She took four inches. Five. Her tongue worked the underside, pressing against the vein, feeling the pulse of blood through the tissue.

Above, Helena broke the kiss. Her lips left Viktor’s with a wet ’pop.’ She looked down — watching Mira suck his cock, her brown eyes wide, her own pussy clenching beneath her dress.

Viktor’s hand found Helena’s chest. His fingers found the neckline of her dress — the fabric stretched thin over her swollen tits. He tugged. The fabric pulled down. Her tits emerged — enormous, heavy, the pale skin covered in blue veins, the dark nipples stiff and leaking thin streams of milk.

"Can I suck your tits?" he asked.

Helena trembled. Her whole body shook — the maternal woman, the nanny, the woman who had once held him as an infant, now offering her milk-swollen breasts to the man he had become.

She reached up. Pulled the neckline lower. Both tits fell free — heavy, dense, the nipples long and dark and dripping. She leaned forward, pressing them against his face. The soft, warm flesh sandwiched his features — his nose buried between her tits, his mouth finding a nipple.

"As you please, my master," she whispered. Her voice cracked on ’master.’ The word was new — not something she had called him before. But the month apart, the fear, the army, the vulnerability — it had changed something. He wasn’t just her husband. He was her master. Her lord. Her protector.

"Enjoy them," she said, her voice thick with need. "They are very heavy due to milk."

He sucked.

The milk came.

Warm. Sweet. Thin. It flowed from her nipple into his mouth — the let-down reflex triggered by the suction, the milk ducts releasing. He drank. Swallowed. The milk was rich, sweet, carrying the faint herbal undertone of Helena’s 100x-enhanced herb mastery abilities — even her breast milk was medicinally potent.

’Gulp. Gulp.’

Helena moaned. The sensation of being suckled — of her milk being drawn from her body by the mouth of the man she loved — sent waves of pleasure through her. Her cunt clenched. Her belly tightened. Milk leaked from her other tit, the unattended nipple dribbling onto his chest.

"Ahhh~♡" Helena’s moan was soft. Maternal. But beneath it — the heat of a woman whose body was responding to her husband’s mouth. Her hand found the back of his head, cradling him against her tit. "Drink, my lord. Drink—"

Below, Mira was working.

Her mouth had taken six inches. Her head bobbed — up and down, the rhythm steady, her lips sealed tight around the shaft. Her tongue worked the underside, pressing, swirling, finding every sensitive ridge.

’Slurp. Slurp. Mmm—’

Her belly pressed against his thigh. The child inside her kicked — as if protesting the position, or perhaps joining in. She ignored it. Her focus was his cock. Her hand pumped what her mouth couldn’t reach — the remaining six inches, her fist tight around the base, stroking in time with her mouth.

"Khff—" Mira’s gag reflex triggered as she took him deeper. Seven inches. Her throat opened — the perverted MILF’s experience serving her well. She deep-throated. His cockhead pushed past her uvula, into her throat, the shaft stretching her esophagus.

’Glk. Glk. Glk—’

The wet, obscene sounds of throat-fucking filled the chamber. Mira’s nose was pressed against his pubic bone. Her chin touched his balls — heavy, full, the sac tight with cum that had been building since he decided to come home.

She sucked. Hard. Her cheeks hollowed. Her throat worked — swallowing around his shaft, the muscles massaging his cockhead. Her hand found his balls. She cupped them. Squeezed gently. Felt them contract.

He was close.

"Mira—" Viktor’s voice was strained. The milk from Helena’s tits had entered his system — the 100x-enhanced breast milk triggering his incubus biology, the arousal amplifying, the blood rushing to his cock. His hips thrust upward — involuntarily, the instinct to fuck taking over.

Mira felt it. Felt the swell. Felt the shaft thicken in her throat. Felt the pulse — the first, the second, the third—

He came.

Hot. Thick. The first rope shot directly into her throat — bypassing her mouth entirely, the cum flooding her esophagus. She swallowed. The second rope followed. Then the third. Each burst was thick, heavy, molten — the incubus-enhanced seed filling her throat, her stomach.

’Gulp. Gulp. Gulp—’

Mira’s eyes watered. Her nose ran. A thin line of cum — white, thick — leaked from her nostril. The seed was too much. Too fast. Her body couldn’t process it all. But her incubus-marked biology did what it was designed to do — it absorbed. The cum that overflowed her throat was drawn through her mucous membranes, entering her bloodstream, the healing and enhancement properties activating.

She pulled back.

His cock emerged from her throat with a thick, wet ’POP.’ The shaft was still hard — the milk-enhanced arousal keeping him erect. Cum hung from her lips in thick strings. She swallowed what remained in her mouth. Wiped her chin. Looked at his cock.

Still hard. Still twelve inches. Still ready.

"Mmm—"