Chapter 470: Chapter 470- Tighten it Veronica
Across the courtyard, the remaining women watched with wild, glazed eyes.
None of them looked at each other.
Their gazes stayed locked on the pile of writhing flesh at the center — the pregnant belly still swaying, the milk still dripping, the violet brand burning bright, and their Master buried to the root in his Holy Queen while his harem literally pushed him deeper.
Meera kept moaning, loud and filthy, filling the island air with the screams of a completely corrupted saintess.
"ANNGGH~!! IIHINNN~!! KYAYAAANGHH~!!"
Raven closed his eyes.
He felt Veronica’s heavy tits on his back, Elena’s cold fingers on his balls, Jennifer’s hot mouth on his neck, Yuna’s tongue at the base of his cock, and the warm, milk-soaked surrender of his pregnant Queen clamping around him like she would never let go.
Heaven had never felt so wet.
At least for the next few minutes... yeah, hours were not the time he had on him.
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Few minutes later,
Veronica lay face-down on the low bench.
Her cheek mashed into a silk pillow that had already absorbed tears and drool from every woman used before her. The fabric was damp against her skin. It smelled of salt and fear and the raw musk of cunts that had been opened earlier in the afternoon, a thick, humid perfume of sex and surrender that clogged the warm island air.
Her hips were hoisted high by stacked cushions. The thick, chubby globes of her ass were spread open and presented to the warm island air. Her cunt dripped from behind. The swollen lips were puffy and wet, leaking arousal that had no business gathering in a woman who was about to be torn apart.
The tight, dark pucker of her anus twitched. It twitched with the exact knowledge of what was coming.
Half an hour had passed since she had slammed her hips against Raven’s backside. Half an hour since she had used her substantial weight to drive him deeper into the pregnant saintess, her heavy tits bouncing against his back as she humped him like a desperate animal.
Now the arrangement had changed.
Meera lay three meters away on the daybed. She was sprawled like a gutted frog, her thick thighs spread and leaking. Milk had dried in white trails across her heavy breasts and the cushion beneath her. Her cunt glowed violet. The insignia pulsed slow and steady on her swollen labia. A matching mark shimmered faintly across the stretched skin of her seven-month belly.
It broadcast exactly who owned the womb inside her.
Veronica’s tear-filled eyes fixed on that glow. Her red hair was already wrapped around Raven’s fist.
"Look at her," Raven said. His voice came from above and behind her. "That’s what a claimed cunt looks like." He paused. "Your ass is next."
Veronica made a sound. It was not a word.
It was the wet, broken noise of a woman who had spent two decades climbing political ladders by spreading her legs. She had spread them for mayors. She had spread them for governors. She had spread them for men who bored her with their clumsy thrusts and their quick finishes, men who grunted over her like dogs and left her counting ceiling tiles while she planned their obsolescence.
She had married Harold for his connections. She had killed him for the freedom to spread her legs wider.
She had just realized — in the clenching, terrified depths of her spread asshole — that none of those men had ever prepared her for this.
Raven’s cock pressed against her anus. It was not the same organ that had fucked Meera.
The incubus marking had reactivated. Veins of dark purple threaded along the shaft like glowing circuitry, throbbing with malevolent hunger. The flesh had swollen to a size that made Veronica’s trained political composure completely evacuate her body.
Eleven inches. Maybe twelve.
Thick as her wrist at the base. The crown flared and dark, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that ran down her ass crack and pooled against her twitching hole, hot and thick.
"No—" she whispered into the pillow.
"Yes," Marga said.
The secretary’s voice came from behind Raven. It was thick with the certain triumph of a woman who had once knelt for Veronica’s husband, who had once hidden under Harold’s desk with her lips wrapped around his mediocre cock while Veronica chaired board meetings upstairs.
She was now kneeling for the man who had killed him.
Marga’s chubby body pressed against Raven’s back. Her heavy tits flattened against his shoulder blades. Her stiff nipples dragged across his skin as she settled her weight. Her hands slid down to grip his hips. She used the same administrative efficiency she’d once used to manage Harold’s calendar, the same tight, efficient grip.
"Fuck her," Marga breathed against his neck. "Destroy the bitch’s ass." She paused to lick his ear. "She never let him have this." She bit his lobe, her eyes flashing with vengeful glee. "She never let anyone have this."
Raven pushed.
The head breached Veronica’s ring with a wet, tearing resistance. Every muscle in her back seized.
"NGHHAAA—!!"
Her scream was immediate and completely ungoverned. It tore across the courtyard, raw and guttural, the sound of a Phoenix dominant being reduced to meat.
The Phoenix bloodline ignited. Her anal canal flooded with involuntary heat. The tissue burned from within as her body’s defense mechanisms tried to repel the intrusion with thermal force, her inner walls glowing faintly red around his invading flesh.
Raven groaned. "Shit," he said. His hips slid forward another inch. "Your anal is burning hot."
"Good," Marga purred.
She slammed her hips against his ass. The force drove him deeper, ramming another thick inch into the tight, scorching sheath.
Veronica’s mouth opened against the silk. Drool flooded out past her lips, pooling under her cheek. Her eyes bulged as she felt the impossible thickness punching through her tight rectal walls, scraping nerve endings that had never been touched by any of the men she had manipulated.
Her chubby thighs trembled violently. The fat of her ass rippled where his hips met her pale flesh, the heavy globes bouncing with the impact.
Pah!
"HIEEEKK—!!"
Marga humped him again. And again.
She used her weight to piston Raven’s cock into Veronica’s defenseless anus, grinding her fat cunt against his lower back with every vicious thrust. The rhythm was mechanical and vengeful, a secretary finally getting her revenge on the boss who had called her worthless for years.
Pah! Pah!
"ANNGHH—!! PLEASE—!! IT’S—!!"
Veronica’s hands were grabbed. Sophia’s broad palm closed around her right wrist. She pinned it to the bench, her own heavy tits swaying as she leaned over the ruined CEO. Priya’s smaller, hotter hand seized her left. She pressed it flat against the stone edge, her dark fingers trembling with arousal.
Both women knelt beside her. They watched her face twist with the agony of a dominant woman being reduced to a sobbing, anal-fucked ruin.
Sophia’s own cunt was dripping, a thick line of arousal running down her inner thigh. She pressed her thick thighs together as she held Veronica down, her structural bloodline making her grip iron-tight.
Priya’s Ember Root bloodline made her palms feverishly warm. The heat bled into Veronica’s wrist as she was pinned, burning almost as hot as the cock in her ass.
"Tighten it more," Raven growled.
