Chapter 857 - 856- Recover Indeed

Chapter 857: Chapter 856- Recover Indeed

The knowledge, which flooded my mind, was vast. Seraphina, who had been raised in a military family, had been educated in weaponry. The Voss family, whose territory bordered hostile lands, had taught her everything. Sword construction. Armor design. Enchantment application. Material science. The knowledge, which had been comprehensive in her own mind, was multiplied by a hundred in mine.

I understood weapons. Not just swords and shields. The archionic weapons. The legendary armaments that were said to have been forged by the Archmages of the old era. The weapons, which were thought to be myths, were real. The construction, which I now understood, was clear. The materials, which I now knew, were available. The process, which I now grasped, was achievable.

My cock twitched. The excitement, which was intellectual as well as physical, was a turn-on. The knowledge, which was power, was also arousal. I slammed harder. The thrust, which was deep, hit the back of her throat. Her eyes, which had been rolling, went wider.

The abilities, which I had gained since arriving in the capital, were stacking. The 100x multiplier, which was the core of my power, was working. Each woman, each encounter, each act of dominance, provided a new ability. Each ability, multiplied by a hundred, was a force multiplier.

The 10-star mage ability, which I had gained from the headmistress, was a foundation. The spells, the mana control, the theoretical understanding. All at a level that exceeded any human mage. The high-quality mana purification, which I had gained from the mother-in-law, was a passive. The energy, which flowed through my body, was constantly being refined. The impurities, which would accumulate in a normal mage, were stripped. The mana, which was already powerful, was becoming purer. Stronger. More potent.

The weaponry knowledge, which I had just gained from Seraphina, was the third pillar. The ability to forge weapons. To create tools of destruction. To manufacture the instruments that would tip the balance of power.

I was a walking war machine. A single entity that combined the magical power of an archmage, the physical prowess of an incubus, and the technical knowledge of a master weaponsmith. The combination, which was unprecedented, was a force that the kingdom had never seen.

I came.

The load, which had been building, erupted. The cum, thick and hot, pumped into her throat. She swallowed. The reflex, which was involuntary, was triggered by the volume. The fluid, which was copious, filled her mouth. Her cheeks, which had been hollow, bulged. The cum, which she could not swallow fast enough, leaked from the corners of her lips.

The incubus energy, which was in the seed, was absorbed. Not through her stomach. Through her mouth. Through her throat. Through the mucous membranes that lined her oral cavity. The absorption, which was immediate, was visible. Her face, which had been flushed, smoothed. The skin, which had been marked, cleared. The eyes, which had been red and wet, brightened. The transformation, which was subtle but visible, was the incubus effect.

I looked down. At her face. At the mouth, which was wrapped around my cock. At the eyes, which were looking up at me. At the expression, which was a mixture of submission and adoration.

My hips, which had been moving, settled. My weight, which had been on her face, shifted. My thighs, which had been pressing against her cheeks, relaxed. The contact, which was continuous, was a rest. Not a withdrawal. A pause.

My tail, which had been coiled at my waist, unwrapped. The appendage, which was prehensile and sensitive, moved. Down. Between my legs. Past my cock. Past her chin. Past her neck. Past her chest. Past her belly. To her pussy.

The entrance, which had been fingered, was wet. The lips, which had been stretched, were open. The tail, which was thinner than my cock but longer, found the opening. The tip, which was scaled and sensitive, pushed in.

She moaned. The sound, which was muffled by my cock, was a vibration. The tail, which was inside her, began to vibrate. The frequency, which was rapid and pulsing, hit the spot. The front wall. The cluster of nerves. The place that made women lose their minds.

Her body convulsed. The orgasm, which was sudden and violent, hit her like a wave. Her back, which had been on the bed, arched. Her legs, which had been flailing, went rigid. Her hands, which had been on my thighs, gripped. The nails, which were short, dug in.

"MMMM...!!! ... MMMF...!!! ... MMM...!!!"

The scream, which was muffled by my cock, was a vibration. Her throat, which was convulsing around my shaft, gripped. The sensation, which was a combination of vibration and constriction, was too much.

I came again. The load, which was the second in her mouth, was thick. The cum, which was hot, filled her. The fluid, which was absorbed by her body, was the incubus seed. The energy, which flowed into her, transformed her. The skin, which had been smooth, became luminous. The hair, which had been tangled, became silky. The eyes, which had been blue, brightened.

The system, which had been monitoring, popped.

[Target Acquired: Seraphina Voss]

[Status: Wife — Impregnated]

[Gestation Period: 3 months]

The notification, which appeared in my mind, was a declaration. The incubus seed, which had been absorbed, had done its work. The egg, which had been waiting, was fertilized. The child, which would be born in three months, was a claim. A permanent bond. A tie that could not be broken.

I smirked. The expression, which was invisible to her, was a thought. The woman, who had been the president of the women’s section, who had been the defender of noble pride, who had been the hater of half-breed races, was now my wife. Carrying my child. Bound to me by the most fundamental bond.

My tail, which was still inside her, vibrated harder. The frequency, which was increasing, was a pulse. The walls, which had been convulsing, clenched. The orgasm, which had been cresting, peaked again. Her body, which had been rigid, went limp. The pleasure, which was too much, was a flood that drowned everything else.

She cried. The tears, which were from the orgasm and the overwhelm and the confusion, ran down her face. The liquid, which mixed with the cum and the drool on her chin, was a mess. The expression, which was beyond submission, was surrender. Total. Complete. Final.

I pulled out. My cock, which had been in her throat, emerged. The shaft, which was slick with saliva and cum, was wet. I looked down at her. At the face, which was a mess. At the body, which was limp. At the woman, who was mine.

My hips, which had been hovering over her face, lowered. The contact, which was gentle, was a rest. My thighs, which had been tense, relaxed. The weight, which was slight, was a comfort.

Her breasts, which had been heaving with each breath, were beneath me. The contact, which was skin on skin, was warm. Her nipples, which had been stiff, were against my stomach. The milk, which had been stimulated by the incubus energy, began to leak. The fluid, thin and warm, seeped from her nipples. Onto my skin. The sensation, which was wet and sweet, was a comfort.

The lactation, which was a side effect of the incubus seed, was a sign. The body, which had been claimed, was producing. The breasts, which had been sexual objects, were now functional. The milk, which was the product of the transformation, was a nutrient. A gift. A claim.

The system, which had been monitoring, popped.

[Lactation Induced: Seraphina Voss]

[Milk Quality: Nutrient-rich, Mana-infused, recover erection instantly.]