The words cut through the night.
Vess heard them.
Her body went rigid. Her eyes—already wide—went wider. The sword in her hand shook so violently that the blade rattled. Her mind screamed. NO. No. No. What have you done to her? What have you done? She was a child. She was my sister. She was innocent.
She was not a child.
Raven was a devil.
Vess’s eyes streamed. Tears ran down her face. She was watching her sister—her only family—being corrupted in real time. Being fucked into hatred. Being turned against her by the same instrument that had once destroyed her. She wanted to close her eyes. The magic held them open. She wanted to look away. The spell forced her gaze forward.
She watched Lena kiss him.
Lena’s limp arms found his shoulders. Her mouth, slack and dripping, pressed against his. She kissed him with the desperate, broken passion of a girl who had decided to belong to her destroyer. Her tongue entered his mouth. She sucked his lip. She moaned into him while his cock ruined her.
"Good girl," Raven said. He broke the kiss. He slammed her down harder. "Good little woman. You chose right. You chose strength. You chose the cock that made you. Not the sister who failed you."
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!! MASTER~!! MASTER~!!"
"Do you want to rest?" he asked. His voice was warm. Tender. The voice of a lover. "Do you want to sleep? I will hold you. I will keep you safe. I will never call you a child."
"Yes," Lena gasped. "Yes. Please. I want to rest. I want— I want you to—"
The words cut through the night.
Vess heard them.
Her body went rigid. Her eyes—already wide—went wider. The sword in her hand shook so violently that the blade rattled. Her mind screamed. NO. No. No. What have you done to her? What have you done? She was a child. She was my sister. She was innocent.
She was not a child.
Raven was a devil.
Vess’s eyes streamed. Tears ran down her face. She was watching her sister—her only family—being corrupted in real time. Being fucked into hatred. Being turned against her by the same instrument that had once destroyed her. She wanted to close her eyes. The magic held them open. She wanted to look away. The spell forced her gaze forward.
She watched Lena kiss him.
Lena’s limp arms found his shoulders. Her mouth, slack and dripping, pressed against his. She kissed him with the desperate, broken passion of a girl who had decided to belong to her destroyer. Her tongue entered his mouth. She sucked his lip. She moaned into him while his cock ruined her.
"Good girl," Raven said. He broke the kiss. He slammed her down harder. "Good little woman. You chose right. You chose strength. You chose the cock that made you. Not the sister who failed you."
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!! MASTER~!! MASTER~!!"
"Do you want to rest?" he asked. His voice was warm. Tender. The voice of a lover. "Do you want to sleep? I will hold you. I will keep you safe. I will never call you a child."
"Yes," Lena gasped. "Yes. Please. I want to rest. I want— I want you to—"
He came.
The load was thick. Massive. It flooded her womb directly. The heat spread through her belly. She felt it—understood it this time—as a claiming. A branding. Her womb received it. Her body accepted it. She convulsed around him. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue came out. Her pussy gripped and released and gripped again.
He pumped every drop.
He held her suspended. He let the seed settle. Her belly was slightly rounded—full of him. Full of his power. He lowered her gently. He pulled out.
SKHLRK—
A thick glob of white fell immediately from her gaping entrance into the bath water. He lifted her. He stepped from the tub. He laid her on the stone beside it. On her own clothes. Her dress. Her panties. He arranged her like a doll. Her naked body was limp. Her tits were bruised and bitten. Her pussy was dark and swollen and leaking. Her nipples were stiff and red. Her mouth was open. She was asleep before he finished arranging her.
He kissed her forehead.
He stood.
The water dripped from his body. His cock hung—half-hard, red, glistening—between his thighs. He stretched. His back cracked. He walked from the tub. His feet were wet on the stone. He walked toward the ruin wall.
Where Vess stood.
Trapped. Bound. Gagged. Her sword useless in her hand. Her face a wreck of tears and fury and the absolute, annihilating horror of watching her sister repeat her own destruction.
He stopped in front of her.
He looked at her face. At the swollen eyes. At the trembling jaw. At the thick, muscular body that was rigid with helplessness. He looked at her pussy—she was naked from the waist down, the spell having stripped her, or perhaps she had come that way, her own cunt visible, dark, the lips protruding from years of use, from the trauma that had made her.
He smiled.
A devil’s smile.
"Your sister," he said softly. "Was delicious. Tight. Sweet. Crying beautifully. She chose me over you. She hates you now. She will always hate you."
He leaned closer.
His lips almost touched her ear. His voice was warm and filthy and final.
"But I can’t say the same thing for a loose pussy like yours."
Vess’s eyes burned.
The magic held her. The gag held her scream. But her eyes—her eyes were pure murder.
Raven laughed.
"Pfft, do you really want to fight?"
The night was silent.
Except for Vess’s muffled, strangled, endless scream behind the gag.
"Mmmhhppp!!! Nmmmhhppp~!!?!"
He chuckled.
The sound was warm and utterly without conscience. He reached out. His fingers found the mana-gag that sealed her lips. He pulled. The band of light dissolved. The pressure on her jaw released. Her mouth was free.
Vess exploded.
"YOU BASTARD—" Her voice was a shredded scream. Raw from the muffled hours behind the gag. "I WILL KILL YOU— I WILL CUT YOUR COCK OFF AND FEED IT TO YOU— HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY SISTER— SHE IS EIGHTEEN— SHE IS INNOCENT— YOU FILTHY DEMON— YOU RAPIST— YOU ANIMAL—"
Spit flew from her lips. Her eyes were wild. The sword in her hand trembled as she fought the magic that gripped her wrist. Her thick body strained. Every muscle in her thighs and back stood out in rigid cords. Tears ran down her face. Not from sorrow. From pure, volcanic, annihilating rage.
Raven watched her.
He gripped his cock.
It hung heavy between his thighs. Still half-hard. Still glistening with the seed and blood and juices of her sister. He lifted it. He presented it to her face. The shaft was dark and thick. The head was blunt and swollen. The smell hit her—musky, salty, the unmistakable scent of a virgin cunt being broken.
"Wanna take a bite?" he said.
Vess lunged.
Her body was bound but her neck could move. Her head snapped forward. Her jaws opened wide. Wider than a human mouth should open. Like a lioness. Like a tigress. She aimed for the head. For the crown. For the flesh that had destroyed her sister.
She bit down.