Chapter 475: Chapter 475- Taking them One by One
The courtyard watched in absolute silence.
Marla had stopped fingering herself.
Her hand was simply pressed motionless against her own cunt, forgotten, as she stared with her fogged glasses and her open mouth.
Avriana’s oracle calm had cracked. Her fingers moved fast and desperate on her clit.
Clara sat collapsed on the flagstone, knees apart, her squirt still evaporating in the warm air, watching with vacant, blissed-out eyes.
Sophia pressed her tits with both hands, kneading her own flesh hard enough to bruise.
Elena stood closest.
The vampire-descended woman watched Raven’s borrowed fangs with her pale, glowing eyes and felt something ancient and proud move through her bloodline.
Priya’s hands were shaking.
"When will he— when will my—" she breathed.
Nobody answered.
The only sounds were Frau Müller’s siren screams, Marga’s muffled ball-worship, and the wet, relentless rhythm of Raven’s hips — a man fucking his way through nineteen women with the unhurried certainty of someone who had nowhere else to be.
Pah. Pah. PAAAH!
"KKIAAANGHHH~~~!!!"
"MMPHHNN~!!"
Pah. Pah. PHACKK!
He slammed one final time.
PAAAH!
"KKIAAANGHHH~~~!!!"
Frau Müller’s melodic scream split the courtyard air like a struck bell, her thick body convulsing in a final, full-body orgasm that made her pale ass ripple outward in waves from his grip. Her cunt clamped down hard around his buried shaft, milking him, the Siren bloodline translating her pleasure into a vibration that every woman felt in their own bones.
He groaned.
His cock pulsed deep inside her, a thick, hot flood of seed filling her cunt in rapid, powerful surges. The warmth spread through her belly, mixing with the blood still leaking from her bitten breast in two slow, honey-copper trails. She collapsed forward, her heavy body pressing Marga flat beneath her, her wide hips still twitching with the aftershocks.
He pulled out.
The exit was obscene — a thick, white rope of cum following his crown out of her gaping cunt, hanging in the warm air before dropping across Marga’s upturned face.
Marga flinched.
The seed landed across her lips and chin. Her mouth was still slack from his balls, her jaw aching, her tongue coated in the salt-sweat of his sac.
He turned.
His cock hung from his hips — heavy, glistening, beginning to soften at last, the incubus veins fading from blazing purple to a dull, satisfied violet. He stepped toward Marga’s face, tilting his crown downward.
The last thick bead of cum dripped from the slit directly into her open mouth.
Marga’s eyes widened.
She swallowed it.
Her throat worked around the seed, her body shaking.
"Good secretary," he murmured.
The remaining women had been watching.
All of them.
Elena. Marla. Avriana. Priya. Fatima. Jennifer. Sophia. Yuna. Kira. Nara. Gia. Celia. Preet. Clara.
They had watched him take Frau Müller — the thick, melodic mature woman whose voice had shattered the air in orgasmic aria. They had watched him use Marga like a human table beneath her. They had watched him drain blood from a breast while fucking another woman raw.
And they were all still standing.
Untouched.
Yuna looked down at herself.
Her body was tight and pale, her fallen seraph curves unmarked except where his fingers had bruised her ass earlier. Her pale pink cunt was soaked — had been soaked for the last hour, a constant, shameful leak that ran down the inside of her thigh and dripped from her knee. She pressed her thighs together. The friction made her bite her lower lip.
’He fucked the chubby ones,’ she thought.
’Every single thick, jiggling, heavy one. And I’m standing here.’
Kira stood rigid beside her.
The dojo girl’s jaw was set in the exact expression she used before sparring — controlled, disciplined, ready. But her hand was pressed flat against her own mound and her fingers were trembling.
’I sucked his balls,’ Kira thought, her dark eyes tracking his limp cock.
’And he didn’t even look at me.’
Priya’s Ember Root palms were glowing faintly with suppressed heat. Her brown skin was flushed, her small, high tits stiff-nippled, her shaved cunt visibly wet in the red light. She looked at Clara.
Clara looked back.
Neither of them said anything.
Clara’s Aqua Sovereign skin still glistened from her own squirt. She had come on his fingers and then been set aside like a finished dish.
’A finished dish,’ she thought.
’While he keeps eating.’
Jennifer — Gareth’s mother — stood with her flour-dusted hands pressed together below her soft belly. Her Dream Succession bloodline made everything feel slightly underwater, slightly dreamed. She watched Raven’s back and felt the specific heartbreak of a woman whose body had been educated into complete dependency and then left waiting.
’I kissed him,’ she thought. ’I kissed him and he kept fucking her.’
Nara’s Beast-Touched body had continued its subtle mutation throughout the session — her tits slightly more asymmetrical now, her nipples darker, her cunt lips thicker. The change was accelerating with proximity to his incubus field. She pressed her thighs together and a small, wet sound escaped.
She looked at her own feet.
Fatima’s enormous dark-tipped breasts swayed with every breath. Her wide hips carried the thick weight of a woman built for bearing children, for feeding them, for warmth. She had been fingering herself for so long her wrist ached. She had come twice against her own hand, small, hollow orgasms that tasted like nothing compared to the sounds coming from the women he chose.
’He rated me eight out of ten,’ she remembered.
’And then walked away.’
Gia crouched at the edge of the slave row, her small body trembling, her dark nipples stiff. She had used her teeth to remove her underwear. She had done everything right. She pressed her face against her own knees and breathed.
Avriana watched with oracle eyes.
She had seen this moment. She had seen what came next. The knowledge didn’t stop her cunt from clenching, didn’t stop her from pressing her own fingers against her mound just to feel something while she waited for the future to arrive.
Marla pushed her fogged glasses up her nose.
’I have a doctorate,’ she thought. ’I have published papers. I have tenure. I am standing in a courtyard leaking into my own— why aren’t—’
She pressed her thighs together.
’Why isn’t he looking at me.’
Raven looked at all of them.
He looked at the tight bodies. The firmer tits. The younger skin. The mixture of shaved cunts and hairy ones, the athletic thighs and the scholar’s soft belly and the soldier’s rigid spine and the oracle’s knowing eyes.
He looked at their faces.
He saw the specific expression on every single one of them.
It was not anger. It was not fear. It was the expression of a puppy that had been watching other puppies get fed and was beginning to wonder if it had been forgotten entirely.
Lips bitten raw. Thighs pressed together. Eyes cast downward.
His cock began to harden again.
"Go inside the pool," he said. "All of you. Spread your asses. Now."
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They moved before the sentence finished.
The remaining women scattered toward the turquoise pool with the collective urgency of women who had been waiting for permission for an hour and were not going to waste a single second of it.
Yuna jumped first.
The splash was high and clean, water catching the red sky light. She surfaced gasping, her pale tits bobbing, water streaming down her throat. She spun immediately and hooked her elbows over the pool’s stone edge, her back to the courtyard, her ass lifting out of the water.
Her hand reached back and spread her right cheek.
Kira hit the water a half second behind her.
