Chapter 472: Chapter 472- Marga getting Punished for being Evil
Frau Müller sang her moans — literally, the Abyssal Siren bloodline making her pleasure-sounds melodic, a lewd aria echoing off the farmhouse walls. Her blue eyes were glazed, her melodic voice rising in pitch.
Jennifer — Gareth’s mother — stood with flour still dusting her wrists. Her Dream Succession bloodline made her sway on her feet. She was imagining this in her sleep already, her fingers pressed against her mound through the haze.
Kira and Yuna stumbled against Raven’s sides. Their bruised asses marked by his fingers. Their mouths were swollen from his kisses. They watched Veronica being destroyed with the glazed envy of women waiting their turn, their tits pressed against his arms.
Gia and Celia, the island slaves, knelt with their tongue out licking him. Their eyes were locked on the anal destruction of the dominant woman.
Clara whispered to herself. Her fingers were deep in her own cunt. "When will my number come—"
"Soon—" Sophia gasped. She was kneading her own tit with her free hand, her aqua-blooded skin shimmering with sweat.
"Please—" Priya whimpered. She still held Veronica’s wrist. Her own cunt dripped onto the flagstone beneath her knees. The Ember Root heat made the stone steam where her juices fell.
Raven felt them all. The nineteen women were fully present. They were fully watching. They were fully his.
Their arousal filled the courtyard like a physical pressure, a humid cloud of cunt-musk and need that made his incubus bloodline sing.
He looked down at Veronica’s spread, ruined ass. His cock was buried to the hilt. Her anal ring was stretched thin. It glowed faintly red from the Phoenix heat. The base of his shaft was wrapped in the tight, burning grip of her rectum.
He leaned over her back. His chest pressed against her spine. His six-pack abs flexed against the softness of her chubby torso. His mouth found her ear.
"Here is your reward," he whispered.
He slammed deep and held. His cock pulsed — once, twice, three times. A massive load of hot seed flooded her bowels. It filled her rectum with thick, claiming cream. It leaked out around his shaft almost immediately, the white obscene against her darkened, burned hole.
Veronica’s scream stopped. It transformed.
Into something higher. Broken. Divine.
Her eyes rolled back completely. The Phoenix bloodline flared around her anus. The heat intensified as her body tried and failed to burn away the seed claiming her deepest chamber.
Her smile twisted. It was not a sane smile. It was the smile of a woman who had finally, after decades of performance, found the exact thing she was built for.
"Indeed—" she gasped. Her voice was a wreck. Cum leaked from her gaping ass as he slowly withdrew. "Indeed, my Lord’s cock is best—"
Raven pulled out. His cock left her with a wet, obscene slurp. Eleven inches of dark, veined meat glistened with her anal filth and his seed. It was still half-hard and dripping.
He stood. Marga clung to his back. Her cunt humped against him in small, desperate jerks. Her face was buried in his neck. She whimpered with denied need.
Elena released his balls with a wet pop. She sat back on her heels. Her pale face was flushed. Her lips were shiny with the heat she had sucked.
Yuna and Kira stumbled against him. Their bruised asses marked by his fingers. Their mouths were swollen from his kisses. They pressed their tits against his arms.
Raven looked down at Veronica. She lay collapsed on the bench. Her ass was up. Her hole gaped and leaked white. Her heavy tits were flattened beneath her. Her red hair was a soaked ruin across the pillow.
She twitched once. A glob of cum fell from her open anus onto the cushion.
He simply sighed and said, "Marga, lie upside down. I want to fuck your mouth with the same cock that went into Veronica’s little hole."
"!?!—Wh—KYAANGH!?"
Marga was instantly taken aback. However her body was swung.
It was as if a thick boob jiggled, body swirled in the sky and with the magic she found herself lying on the nearby table, upside down, her eyes looking at his balls and cock.
With the world tilted, as she realized, the humiliation she was about to face was the same as what she laughed at with Veronica.
"Inghh... Haha... Haa... Y-yes... you bitch." Veronica’s ass twitched harder.
She could feel the burn throughout her body as even with the tears and the snot released on her nose, she looked towards the nearby table at Marga, whose eyes met hers for a second, trembling as Raven placed his cockhead over her lips, slowly pushing it, grabbing her throat, making her hand try to protest, while Veronica’s ass leaked more of his seed due to happiness as she said, "You deserve to eat my shit, you filthy whore."
"UuuMmmmghhPpp~~!! Ww—wha....Mm...as...t...Mmpp..."
Marga hung upside down.
Her chubby body swayed on the hard table, thick thighs parted wide, heavy tits falling toward her chin in soft, fat globes. The stiff dark nipples pointed at her own flushed face, swaying with every panicked breath she managed around the meat filling her throat.
"Mmph... ghh... hrrk..."
Her hair trailed against the cold stone below, spreading in a dark fan. The red island sky looked wrong from this angle, the color of blood and sunset blending into an endless ceiling above Raven’s towering form.
Raven stood over her.
His cock hung above her inverted gaze, thick as a man’s wrist, pulsing with glowing purple veins. It reeked of Veronica’s anal filth and his own thick seed, the dark crown flushed and angry, dripping a steady stream of pre-cum that landed on Marga’s forehead and ran into her hair. He had not cleaned it. He wanted her to taste exactly what he had done to the CEO.
"Take it deeper, secretary," he growled.
He pushed.
The fat crown stretched her lips into a lewd, glistening oval. Her jaw cracked wide, tendons straining, as the thick head slid over her flattened tongue. It bumped the back of her soft palate and kept going, forcing her throat to yield to his incubus hardness. Her uvula flattened. Her airway sealed.
"Mmmph-hhnn!"
Her neck bulged.
A visible lump formed under her skin, the exact shape of his cockhead clearly outlined in her stretched flesh. Raven pressed his thumb against the bulge, stroking the thin skin, feeling his own pulse beating through her neck from the inside. He pushed harder, adding another inch.
"GKKH—!!"
Marga’s eyes rolled back until only the whites showed beneath her fluttering lids.
Tears spilled from the corners, tracking upward—wrong-way gravity—pooling in her hair and dripping onto the stone table beneath her skull. Her nose mashed flat against his heavy balls, the sac hot and damp, smelling of sweat and Elena’s cold saliva. She couldn’t breathe. She could only take it.
He grabbed her left tit.
The heavy mound overflowed his grip, soft and yielding. He found the stiff nipple and pinched brutally, twisting it like a handle to steer her inverted body.
"MMMPPHH—!!"
He began to move.
Short, brutal thrusts that made her whole body jiggle. Her tits slapped against her own chin with wet smacks. Her chubby belly folded and rippled toward her chest. Her thick thighs flopped outward, her cunt visible and leaking toward her own face, humiliatingly exposed.
Pah! Pah! PAAAH!
"HRRNGHH~!! GKKH~!! NNGHHAA~!!"
"Nnnph-hnn... mmmph!"
