Chapter 473: Chapter 473 - Heaven Might Not Be This Good
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!"
Meera stirred on the daybed.
The pregnant Holy Queen pushed herself up on trembling arms, her seven-month belly heaving with exhausted breaths. Milk leaked in thin streams from her bruised, dark nipples, soaking the front of her torn gown. The violet brand at her cunt pulsed, but her divine energy—the Restoration Aura—flared in pure, blinding gold from her palms.
"Wait—" she gasped.
Her voice was wrecked, hoarse from earlier screaming, but the divine power carried like a bell. She stretched one hand toward Marga, fingers glowing with holy light. The gold energy poured from her palm in a warm, radiant wave, wrapping Marga’s upside-down body in a shimmering cocoon of healing threads.
"She would die," Meera panted.
Her heavy tits swung as she crawled closer, pregnant belly brushing the warm stone. The divine light settled over Marga’s throat, reinforcing the tissues, knitting the cells into a luminous barrier that allowed the abuse to continue without tearing. The protection made Marga’s throat muscles contract in rhythmic, involuntary waves around his invading cock, creating a divine tightness that felt like heaven.
"Mmm... hrrnng..."
Raven chuckled.
He withdrew slightly from Marga’s mouth, letting the secretary gag and cough around his shaft. Thick strings of saliva mixed with Veronica’s anal residue connected his crown to Marga’s stretched lips in a web of filth. He turned his head to look at the pregnant saintess crawling toward him like a holy sow.
"Very well," he said.
"You finally saved an innocent woman."
He reached out with his free hand—the one not pinching Marga’s nipple—and found Meera’s nearest dark, stiff nipple. He twisted it viciously, pulling the fat tit by the bruised peak, milk spraying in an arc.
"AHHN~!! M-MILK—!!"
White fluid splashed across his forearm. Marga’s throat tightened around him in a brutal, divine-spasm as the healing energy surged through her protective barrier.
"Fuck—" Raven groaned.
His cock pulsed, harder than before, the incubus veins throbbing with fresh hunger.
He looked at the remaining women.
Nineteen women had begun this session.
Four lay broken or claimed. Hana and Min-jung slumped together in a mother-daughter heap of sweat and leaked milk, their bound hands forgotten. Veronica lay face-down on the bench, her red hair a soaked ruin, her ass gaping and dribbling white into the cushion in fat, steady drops. Meera knelt at his feet now, divine light fading from her hands, her cunt still leaking his seed from when he had crowned her Holy Queen.
Fifteen remained untouched.
They waited in the warm red air, rubbing their cunts, thighs trembling, eyes glazed with the madness of anticipation.
Raven’s hand shot out.
He grabbed Yuna’s pale hair in a brutal fist and Kira’s dark hair in the other, yanking them forward by the scalp. They cried out, falling hard on their knees before him, their faces pushed toward his inner thighs by his merciless grip.
"Suck my balls," he commanded. "Both of you. Worship them like the sluts you are."
Yuna’s fallen seraph mouth attached to his left testicle with desperate, sloppy hunger, her tongue hot and wet, her pale cheeks hollowing as she suckled with the abandon of a creature who had lost grace and found cock. Kira’s disciplined dojo mouth found his right ball, careful and thorough, her tongue rolling with the martial precision of a woman who approached every task as training.
Raven widened his stance.
His muscular legs spread, showing the power of his stance, his six-pack abs flexing as he looked down at the two women worshipping his sac. Yuna’s heavy tits pressed against his left inner thigh, soft and pale. Kira’s compact athletic tits pressed against his right, firm and tight.
His other hand grabbed Clara by her stiff pink nipple and Sophia by her wide dark nipple. He pulled them forward by the peaks, stretching their breast flesh into oblong, trembling shapes.
"AHN~!! M-MASTER~!!"
"NGHH~!! R-RAVEN~!!"
"Mm-mmph..."
He pinned Clara against his left side and Sophia against his right, their heavy tits mashing against his ribs. His free hand—now wet with Yuna’s saliva—plunged two thick fingers into Clara’s soaked cunt. She was dripping, her Aqua Sovereign bloodline making her constantly wet, and his fingers slid in to the knuckles with an obscene squelch.
"Let’s try the vampire powers," he said.
Elena watched from her knees.
The vampire-descended woman’s pale eyes glowed with possessive pride as the incubus mark resonated with her bloodline. She licked her lips, her cold fingers touching her own cunt as she felt the shift in Raven’s body.
His canines lengthened.
They grew sharp and white, extending past his lower lip, dripping with a faint red hunger that was older than demons. The power flooded him, making his purple eyes flash with crimson sparks.
Frau Müller trembled before him.
The thick, mature woman stood with her heavy white tits swaying, blue veins visible beneath her pale skin like a road map. Her rose-petal nipples were stiff with terror and arousal. Her Germanic composure had dissolved into a wet, shaking mess, her wide hips quivering.
He pulled her forward by the hair.
His mouth latched onto her left breast. His fangs pierced the soft, heavy flesh, sinking deep with a wet pop. Blood welled up immediately—sweet, thick, tasting of honey and copper due to her Abyssal Siren bloodline.
Frau Müller screamed.
The scream transformed into a melodic orgasmic cry as her bloodline activated, forced into song by the bite.
"Aaahnnn~~~♡♡♡"
Her voice hit octaves that made the air shiver, sending vibrations through every cunt in the courtyard. Her thick body convulsed, her wide hips bucking violently, her cunt gushing in a hot flood down her thick thighs like a fountain.
Raven’s cock hardened to impossible steel inside Marga’s throat.
The blood, the power, the melodious orgasm—it all fed his incubus hunger. His veins flared bright purple, visible even in the red light. He began to truly hump Marga’s face, his hips punching his cock deeper into her divinely protected throat with machine-like rhythm.
Pah! Pah! PAAAH!
"GKKH~!! HRRNGHH~!! MMPPHH~!!"
"Mmm-phmm-phh!"
His two fingers in Clara’s soaked cunt curled upward, finding the rough patch inside her. She went rigid on her toes, body stretching upward like a drawn bow, her hand clawing his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
"NGHHAA~!! L-LORD~!! I’M—!! C-COMING—!!"
Her Aqua Sovereign bloodline made her squirt in a clear, fragrant gush over his hand, spraying down his wrist and onto the stone.
Sophia writhed against his right side, her wide nipple still twisted in his grip, her heavy structural tits bouncing against his ribs with every jolt. Her bloodline made her cunt clench in hard, rhythmic spasms as she watched Clara collapse into orgasm, her own arousal leaking in thick trails down her inner thighs.
Yuna and Kira fought over his balls with their mouths.
Their tongues met around his sac, hot and disciplined, wet and desperate. Yuna’s fallen grace made her sloppy, her saliva coating his left testicle in thick warmth. Kira’s dojo training made her efficient, her tongue flicking the right ball in rapid, precise strokes.
Their tits pressed against his inner thighs, their hair draped across his legs like silk curtains.
And him?
"Come on, girls, suck harder. I can’t even feel an itch in my balls."
"Ummhn~~ slurrrp..."
"Aanghhnnmmpp~~~!!!"
"Haaah... Shit, now that’s good."
