Her teeth closed with the full, savage force of a woman who had killed goblins and orcs and men with her bare hands. She intended to sever it. She intended to tear it away. She intended to make him bleed the way her sister had bled.
Her teeth hit hardness.
Not flesh. Not meat. Something else.
Her eyes widened.
He pushed.
SKHLRK—
The head entered. Her mouth was forced to stretch around the girth. The crown pressed against her inner cheeks. Her teeth scraped the sides involuntarily. But the flesh was steel. It did not cut. It did not bruise. It simply slid deeper.
He pushed again.
Two inches. Three. Her tongue tried to push him out. The taste flooded her. It was immediate. It was total. She could taste her sister. The metallic tang of Lena’s virgin blood. The thick, sour-sweet musk of her newly opened pussy. The salt of his seed. The combination was a cocktail of filth and trauma and the absolute evidence of what he had done.
She gagged.
Her throat closed. The muscles convulsed. But he did not stop. He pushed deeper. Four inches. Five. The head found her throat entrance.
"Glk—! Glk—! Mmgh—!" The sounds were wet and desperate. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes streamed tears. Her nose ran.
He pushed again.
Six inches. Seven. Her throat bulged. The shape of his cock was visible under the skin of her neck—a thick, intruding column distorting her throat. She could not breathe. Her airway was sealed. She was choking on the shaft that had destroyed her sister.
"Look at me," he said.
He held her head with both hands. He pulled back slightly. Her throat gasped for air. Then he pushed forward again. He established a rhythm. Slow. Deliberate. Cruel. He fucked her mouth with the same patience he had fucked her sister’s cunt.
SKHLRK SKHLRK SKHLRK—
"Glk—! Glk—! Mmgh—! Hngh—!"
Her bound hands pulled behind her. The magic held her wrists. Her sword arm trembled. Her thick body was rigid. Her knees were weak. Her pussy—visible, dark, protruding—was betraying her. She could feel wetness between her legs. She hated it. She hated herself.
"Now," he said. His hips snapped forward. The impact of his groin against her face was a wet slap. "Let me tell you what I want."
He pulled back. Just enough for her to gasp. Air hit her lungs. Then he slammed forward again.
SKHLRK—
"Glk—!"
"I want you to accompany me," he said. He pulled back. He thrust. "To the royal city. To the capital. I want you at my side."
She tried to scream. The sound came out as a gargled choke around his shaft.
"Do you know why?" He twisted his hips. The cock rotated in her mouth. It pressed against her inner cheeks. It scraped her palate. "Because there, in the palace, lives the man who truly ruined you."
The cock did not yield. It did not split. It did not bleed. It was hard as steel. Hard as iron. Hard as the blade she could not swing. Her teeth scraped against the shaft. They scratched. They dragged. But they could not penetrate. They could not hurt. The cock remained intact. Perfect. Unbreakable.
He groaned.
Not a groan of pain. A groan of pleasure. The vibration of her teeth against his nerves sent a shudder up his spine. He exhaled. His hand moved to her hair.
"Not that wild mouth," he said.
He gripped her white hair. Both hands. He twisted. He pulled her head back. She snarled. She tried to bite again. He forced her jaw open with his thumbs. He pressed against her teeth. He pushed her mouth wide. Her jaw ached. Her tendons screamed. He positioned the head against her lips.
"Open," he said. "Open for the cock that fucked your sister. Taste what she tasted. Taste what broke her."
Vess’s eyes widened.
Her throat gripped him tighter. Involuntarily.
"The Crown Prince," Raven said. His voice was warm and filthy. "Goliath’s elder brother. The true heir. The man who paid the twenty gold. The man who ordered the four pigs to break you. The man who fucked you first while the others watched. Do you remember him?"
She remembered.
The memory crashed through her. The door. The chamber. The first figure. Taller than the others. Cleaner. Crueler. The cock that had taken her first. The one who had said, "Break her in for me." The one who had left before the others finished, taking her sword as a trophy. The Crown Prince.
Her eyes streamed.
"The same size," Raven said. He thrust deep. Her throat bulged. "My cock. The same length. The same thickness. The same shape that tore your maidenhood. That gaped your ass. That filled your womb with noble seed. You are tasting it now. You are tasting what destroyed you. And what will destroy them."
He pulled back. Her mouth gasped. Saliva hung in thick strands between her lips and his cock. He pushed forward again.
"Glk—! Mmgh—!"
"I am going to the capital," he said. "And I am going to fuck the Queen. The Queen Mother. The Princesses. Every high-born cunt in that palace. I am going to do to them exactly what was done to you. I am going to breed them. Break them. Turn them into cum-addicted sluts while their husbands and fathers watch."
He thrust harder. The wet slap of his hips against her face was loud.
"And you," he said. "You will be there. You will watch. You will see the royal women take the same cock you are choking on. You will see their bellies bulge. You will see their tears. You will see them become exactly what you became. And you will know it is revenge."
Vess’s mind was fracturing.
The cock in her mouth was the same size. The same trauma. The same invasion. But the words—revenge. The Crown Prince. The palace women. The thought of those perfect, noble, untouchable princesses being forced to endure what she had endured. The thought of the Queen screaming on this same cock. The thought of the kingdom’s highest women being brought lower than she had been.
Her body shuddered.
"Your sister chose me," Raven said. He gripped her hair tighter. He fucked her throat with brutal, short strokes. "She chose me because she wants strength. You can choose me too. Not for strength. For revenge. For the satisfaction of watching the nobility drown in the same filth they poured into you."
"Mmgh—! Glk—! Hngh—!"
He was moving faster now. The rhythm was punishing. The head punched her throat entrance with each thrust. The bulge in her neck moved up and down. Her nose was pressed against his groin. She could smell him. The musk of his balls. The scent of her sister’s cunt. The sweat of the night.
"Commoner," he said. "That is what they called you. Worthless. A sword for hire. A body to be used and discarded. They thought you would not matter. They thought you would break and die. But you lived. You became steel. And now, Vess, you will help me break their world."
His cock swelled.
She felt it. The shaft thickened in her mouth. The head expanded against her throat. He was close. The pre-cum leaked in thick, bitter streams onto her tongue. She gagged. She coughed. The cough vibrated around his shaft. He groaned.
"Take it," he said. "Take the seed. Take the promise. Swallow my power. Swallow your revenge."
He slammed deep.
He held her head. He pressed her face against his groin. Her nose was buried in his hair. Her mouth was sealed around the base. Her throat was fully impaled.
He came.
The first pulse was a cannon. The seed shot directly into her throat. It was thick. Hot. Bitter-salty. It flooded her esophagus. She choked. She tried to pull back. He held her.
"Glk—! Glk—! Mmgh—!"
The second pulse filled her mouth. The seed was massive. It poured in faster than she could swallow. It backed up into her cheeks. It leaked from the corners of her lips. It ran down her chin. The third pulse hit her soft palate. The fourth pulse went up her nose.
She was drowning.
Her eyes rolled back. Her throat convulsed. Her body shook. The seed was everywhere. In her mouth. In her throat. In her nose. It overflowed. It spilled down her chest. It pooled in the hollow of her bound, thrust-out tits.
He pumped.
Every drop. Every thick, white, demon drop. He filled her until her mouth was a cunt. Until her throat was a womb. Until she was nothing but a vessel for his power.
He pulled out.
SKHLRK—
A thick, white rope of seed and saliva followed his cock. It hung between her lips and the head. It broke. It fell across her chest. Her mouth stayed open. The seed was visible inside—pooled under her tongue, coating her teeth, leaking from her nostrils in thick, white streams.
She could not breathe properly.
Her nose was stuffed. She gasped through her mouth. The seed bubbled. She coughed. A glob of white flew from her lips and landed on her own thigh. Her eyes were hazy. The world was spinning. She was on her knees. Bound. Her sword hand empty. Her mouth a ruin.
He looked down at her.
The moonlight caught his face. He was beautiful. He was a god. He was a devil. The cock that had just destroyed her throat hung in front of her, still half-hard, still glistening, still dripping the last thick drops onto her upturned face.
He smirked.
"You see," he said softly.
He wiped the head of his cock across her cheek. Leaving a wet, white streak.
"I’m a sex demon after all."