Chapter 471: Chapter 471 - Avriana’s Doubt and Realization
He wasn’t asking. He was giving an order to a muscle that had no choice but to obey.
Veronica’s ring clenched around him. It burned hotter with the effort, the Phoenix fire intensifying. The heat scorched his shaft, making the incubus veins glow brighter, feeding on the resistance.
The Phoenix heat intensified until Raven felt the scorch through his entire shaft, a delicious agony that made his balls tighten.
His right hand left Veronica’s hip. It found the ass of the woman standing to his right.
Yuna, the fallen seraph, had presented her pale cheeks. Her cunt gleamed with fallen grace, pink and wet between her spread legs. His fingers dug into her soft flesh, bruising the pale skin.
Yuna cried out. "AHN—!! R-RAVEN—!!"
His left hand grabbed Kira. The dojo girl’s firm muscle filled his grip, her athletic ass flexing under his palm. He kneaded her athletic backside with a grip that would leave dark bruises by morning.
Kira made a sharp, disciplined sound. It dissolved into a whine. "Hnngh—!!"
He pulled Yuna toward him by her ass cheek. He sealed his mouth over hers. He sucked her tongue in while Marga drove his hips forward, using his body like a weapon.
His cock punched another two inches into Veronica’s ruined hole, the thick crown scraping past a tight bend in her colon.
Yuna’s tongue was hot and helpless in his mouth. Kira’s ass ground backward into his bruising fingers, seeking more pain.
Beneath him, between his legs, Elena worked.
The vampire-descended woman knelt on the stone. Her pale face was tilted up. Her cold mouth closed around his heavy balls. Her tongue rolled over the sac with detached, thorough attention, chilling and sucking.
She didn’t need to breathe. Her hands gripped Marga’s wide hips for balance, her pale fingers digging into the secretary’s chubby flesh.
The secretary continued to hump Raven from behind, her wet cunt leaving a slick trail on his spine. Elena’s lips were soft and chilly.
The contrast between her mouth and the Phoenix heat burning his cock was maddening, the cold sucking at his balls while fire gripped his shaft.
Veronica saw none of this directly. She felt it all.
She felt the eleven-inch cock scorching through her anal canal, branding her insides. The Phoenix heat made the friction unbearable, each thrust feeling like a burning log shoved into her guts. The head punched against the inner wall of her rectum with every brutal thrust Marga orchestrated, rearranging her internal anatomy.
She felt her own cunt drooling onto the cushion beneath her, a thick, shameful puddle of her own arousal. It was the betraying wetness of a body trained to respond to abuse as privilege, a Pavlovian slut-response she had spent years perfecting for lesser men.
She felt her heavy tits mashed flat against the bench. They spread outward with her weight, the fat nipples dragging against the silk and leaking nothing but the sweat of her own humiliation.
Her belly, soft and chubby, pressed into the cushions. The fat of her torso compressed and jiggled with each impact, her whole body shuddering like jelly.
"Shit—" Raven groaned against Yuna’s mouth.
He pulled back from the kiss. He looked down at the chubby, red-haired woman impaled on his length, her ass glowing red around his buried shaft.
Veronica turned her head sideways. Her makeup was ruined. Black streaks ran down her cheeks. Lipstick smeared across her chin. Her face was shiny with tears and snot and drool, a mask of political ambition dissolved into cock-drunk submission.
She looked toward Meera again. The pregnant woman twitched once. She was unconscious. The violet brand glowed steady on her cunt. Her belly rose and fell with exhausted breaths.
’I helped him do that,’ Veronica thought.
The thought broke apart as another thrust hit her, Marga’s weight driving Raven so deep she felt his balls slap her empty cunt lips.
’I helped him breed her and now he’s—’
"Your husband is late," Marga hissed in Raven’s ear.
She was loud enough for Veronica to hear, loud enough to make sure the former CEO knew exactly who was orchestrating her destruction. Marga slammed her hips forward again.
Pah Pah Pah!
"NGHHAAA—!!"
"He’s not coming," Marga continued. Her voice dripped with poison. "You killed him, remember?" She paused to bite Raven’s shoulder, leaving a red mark. "But his cock was never this big." She licked his neck. "He never stretched you like this, did he, Madam CEO?"
Veronica sobbed. The tears were hot and endless. They were completely beyond her control.
She had killed Harold. She had watched him die and felt nothing but the opening of a door. Now that door had led here. She was face-down in a courtyard while the secretary he’d once fucked used her hips to drive an eleven-inch incubus cock into her virgin ass.
Two younger women moaned as their asses were bruised by the hands of the same man.
"I’ll kill you—" Veronica gasped.
The threat came out broken, a whisper soaked in anal pain and defeat. Raven laughed.
The sound was low and warm. It vibrated through his cock into her bowels, making her tortured insides quiver.
"Your bloodline says otherwise," he said.
He withdrew until only the head remained inside her ring. The thick crown caught on the rim of her anus. It stretched her into a lewd, glistening circle, her pink insides clinging to his dark meat.
Then he slammed forward.
PAAAH!
"HIIEEENNGHH—!!"
The scream ripped across the courtyard. Veronica’s back arched violently. Her chubby body jerked. Her heavy tits swung beneath her despite being mashed against the bench, the fat slapping together under her torso.
The pain was white and total. It overrode every political calculation she’d ever made, every alliance, every murder, every scheme.
Marga groaned in triumph behind him. Her cunt ground against his lower back as she humped, her own arousal smearing across his skin in thick streaks. She reached around to grab his chest.
Her nails dug in as she used him like a battering ram against her former boss, her heavy tits bouncing against his back with each thrust.
"Harder," she whispered, her voice thick with lust and revenge. "Ruin her, Master." She bit his ear. "Ruin the bitch who called me worthless."
Raven obliged. He released Yuna’s ass. He grabbed Veronica’s hips with both hands.
Finally, fully, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her wide child-bearing hips. He began to piston with his own strength. He added his power to Marga’s thrusts.
Pah! Pah! Pah! PAAAH!
"ANNGHH—!! IIHINNN—!! KYAAH—!!"
Veronica’s cries filled the air, a continuous wail of destroyed dignity.
Around them, the other women watched with frozen, glazed eyes.
Marla stood with her hand between her hairy thighs. Her fingers worked her cunt in desperate circles. Her glasses were fogged. Her mouth hung open. She was a professor watching the complete dismantling of hierarchy, watching a CEO reduced to an anal whore. She couldn’t look away.
Hana and Min-jung were pressed together. Mother and daughter both stared at the red-haired woman’s destruction. Their bound hands were forgotten as they rubbed their thighs together in helpless need. Min-jung’s fingers trembled.
Hana’s milk-heavy breasts leaked at the sight, white beads forming on her dark nipples.
’They look horny regardless of having just been fucked a few moments ago.’ Avriana watched with calm, oracle-like acceptance. She had already seen this in a future echo. She knew how it ended but couldn’t help but realize how every woman here wanted one thing.
’When will I get my number?’
