He held himself deep.
He did not thrust. He simply stayed buried. He felt her womb contracting. He felt her walls gripping. He felt the sore, stretched, well-used cunt of a mother who had been fucked all night and was now being filled at her own breakfast table with her son in the privy.
"Away," he said. "To the palace. To the First Queen. To collect your payment. I told you."
"Aaahn~" was her answer. Not words. Just the sound of a woman with a demon in her belly trying to form language.
"You will come with me," he continued. "You and the child. The child because he belongs to the palace. You because I have decided you are mine. Your ass, your tits, your cunt, your mouth. All mine. You are not a flower seller anymore. You are mine."
"Aaahn~ y-yes—" She turned her face sideways on the table. Her cheek pressed against the wood. Her heart-shaped eyes looked at the wall. "My master—"
"Good."
He began to move.
PAH PAH PAH—
"Mmngh~!! Hngh~!! Ngh~!!"
He fucked her over the breakfast table. Slow and deep. The table scraped against the floor with each thrust. The bowls shifted. The stew sloshed. His cock drove into her womb with the measured, easy rhythm of a man who was not in a hurry. His hips slapped against her thick ass with each forward motion. The ass that had been fucked all night and still rippled with each impact.
"Your ass," he said. "Is still clapping. After everything. You are remarkable."
PAH PAH PAH—
"Mmngh~!! Ngh~!! Aahn~!!"
"Your womb is gripping again," he said. "It is hungry again. You cannot go one meal without needing to be filled. You are a bitch in heat. A mother in heat. A thief in heat. My bitch. My mother. My thief."
PAH PAH—
"Mmngh~!! Hngh~!!"
The sound of a small door opening.
Kiran’s footsteps.
Surbhi’s eyes snapped to full focus. She grabbed the table. She pressed her face into the crook of her elbow. She swallowed the moan. She felt his cock buried deep in her womb and she stuffed the sound into the wood of the table.
Kiran emerged from the privy hallway.
He walked back to his chair. He sat down. He looked at the table. He looked at his mother bent over the table with her elbows on the surface. He looked at Raven standing behind her.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Feeding your mother," Raven said. His hips rolled once, slowly, grinding the cock deeper. Surbhi’s fingers whitened on the table edge.
"She is not eating."
"She is taking a moment." He rolled his hips again. "She is feeling better already. Are you not, Surbhi?"
"Mhm—" She pressed her face down. "Yes. Yes I am. Feeling. Better."
"You look funny," Kiran said, squinting at her. "Are you sure?"
"Eat your food." Her voice was muffled. "Kiran. Please. Just eat your food."
He looked at her for a long moment with the terrifying intuition of children. Then he looked back at his remaining stew.
"Uncle?" he said.
"Mm."
"Are you going to stay with us?"
Raven’s hand found her tit through the blouse. He gripped it through the fabric. His hips began to move again. Slow. Grinding. Each motion drove the cock through her cervix and into her womb.
PAH—
"Mmngh~!!"
She pressed her face into the table.
"For a little while," Raven said, his voice perfectly even. "Then I will take your mother somewhere. And you will come too."
"Where?"
"Somewhere big. With tall walls and many rooms."
"Like a castle?" Kiran’s eyes went wide.
"Something like that." PAH. "Mmh~!" "Your mother has some business to attend to. And you have a destiny to meet."
"What is a destiny?"
"It is the thing that has been waiting for you since before you were born." His hips snapped. PAH PAH. "Mmngh~!! Hngh~!!" "Every person has one. Even you. Even your mother."
"What is mother’s destiny?"
"To take care of me," Raven said.
Surbhi sobbed silently into her elbow.
Her heart-shaped eyes were leaking tears. Her tits were being gripped through her blouse. Her womb was stuffed with demon cock. Her son was eating stew two feet away and asking about destiny. The seed from last night was still warming her belly.
"That sounds nice," Kiran said. "Mother is very good at taking care of people. She takes care of me all by herself."
"I know," Raven said. He gripped her tit harder. He rolled his hips. The slow, deep grind became a thrust. Her tongue came out against the table surface. "She is remarkable."
"Yes," he said seriously. "I think so too."
He finished his stew. He picked up his bowl. He looked at it. He looked at Raven.
"Uncle," he said. "I am going to school now. Will you walk me?"
"Your mother will walk you," Raven said. He drove his hips forward one final time.
PHAAAAACK—
"MMMPH~!!"
Surbhi’s face slammed against the table. Her hands clapped flat against the surface. Her body arched. Her toes left the floor. The heart-shaped eyes rolled backward. The orgasm and the seed hit simultaneously — his thick, hot, massive load firing directly into her womb while her own cunt spasmed around him.
The bowls rattled.
He held himself deep.
He emptied himself.
Every rope. Every thick, white, demon-hot strand of cum flooding her womb. Filling her cervix. Rounding her belly slightly. He gripped her tit and twisted gently as he came. She lay over the table, limp, twitching, her heart-eyes staring at nothing, her tongue flat against the wood.
"Yes," she breathed. "Master."
Kiran slid from his chair.
He went to get his school bag from the hook by the door. He put his arms through the straps. He came back to the table. He looked at his mother. He looked at the man.
"Mother," he said. "You are drooling on the table."
She lifted her face.
She had been drooling on the table. A small pool of saliva on the wood. Her face was flushed. Her eyes were glassy. Her hair was wild. She looked like a woman who had been thoroughly seen to.
"I know," she said. "I am sorry."
He patted her hand with his small one.
"It is alright," he said generously. "I drool when I sleep sometimes too. Teacher Brynn says it means you are very relaxed."
Raven pulled out.
SKHLRK—
The cock withdrew. The seed poured. The thick, white streams ran down her inner thighs immediately. She felt the heat of it. The weight of it. She pressed her skirt back down. She pressed her thighs together. She stood upright. She smoothed her blouse.
"Come," she said to Kiran. Her voice was only slightly broken. "Let me walk you."
She took his hand. She walked him to the door. Each step sent a fresh, warm trickle down her legs. The seed soaked into her recovered smallclothes. She held her son’s hand and walked him through the door.
Raven remained at the table.
He looked at the food. He picked up a piece of bread. He ate it.
He looked at the door and then.
’I should just have to wait for Jacob to win favour of that guild master.’