Chapter 467: Chapter 467- Title of Holy Queen

He squeezed her breast through the gown.

The milk let down immediately — a sudden, warm flood that soaked the white fabric in two dark, spreading circles around her nipples. The fat tit compressed under his grip, heavy and full with the weight of pregnancy, and she cried out — a short, sharp sound that made the women in both rows flinch.

"Call me Lord," he said.

Meera’s breath hitched.

"Lord," she said. The word came out broken, half-swallowed. "I... I understand, Lord."

He chuckled.

The sound was low and warm and it moved against her wet cunt through the fabric.

"Have you used your powers yet?" he asked.

She shook her head, dark hair falling around her face.

"I did a bit," she said. "On the island. On Avriana’s leg. But not too much. I was... I was saving them."

"For what?"

"For... for when you needed them, Lord."

He twisted her nipple.

Milk sprayed — a thin, warm jet that shot sideways and splashed against his forearm. Meera cried out again, her head falling back, the column of her neck exposed, her pregnant belly pushing harder against his cock as she arched.

"Worthless saintess," he murmured. But there was no anger in it. Just assessment. "Saving divine power like a virgin saving her cunt."

He leaned down.

His mouth found the wet circle of fabric over her left breast and he *sucked* — hard, pulling the milk through the cotton, his cheeks hollowing, a mouthful of warm, sweet fluid filling him. Meera screamed — not loud, not the scream of pain, but the specific broken cry of a lactating woman whose breast was being drained by a mouth that demanded everything.

Her head lolled.

"Nnngh—! L-Lord—!"

He released her nipple with a wet pop.

The fabric was dark and plastered to her skin. He gripped her hips — both hands, fingers spreading across the width of her, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above the curve of her pregnancy — and guided her backward. The pool was behind her, turquoise water catching the red sky’s light, and beside it sat a wide daybed, low to the ground, cushioned in white that would show every stain.

He pushed her onto it.

Meera sat heavily, the cushion compressing under her weight, her pregnant belly rising and falling with her ragged breaths. The gown rode up her thick thighs, exposing her calves, her knees, the dark thatch of her pubic hair where the gown had bunched.

Raven stood over her.

His cock was level with her face, thick and dark, the slit leaking pre-cum that hung in a clear strand before dropping onto her gown between her tits.

"I understand, Lord... but I... Nnnghhh... Lord... haaa... haaa..."

"Wasn’t it seven months pregnancy?" he asked, stroking his massive cock slowly.

She nodded, breathing ragged, hands pressing beside her as her back arched to hold that heavy belly up.

"I guess I can widen your pregnant pussy for a better birth..."

He pushed the gown up.

The fabric gathered around her waist, exposing her fully — the dark, matted hair of her pussy, the swollen outer lips, the wet pink slit that glistened in the open air. Her belly was huge now, the skin stretched tight and shining, the navel popped outward like a button.

He pressed his cockhead against her folds.

Not entering. Just rubbing. The thick crown dragged through her slit, spreading her wetness, bumping against her clit and then sliding down to press at her entrance and then sliding back up. Meera’s thighs shook. Her hand found his hip again, nails digging in.

"Please—" she whispered.

"Please what?"

"I... I don’t know—"

He kept rubbing.

The pregnant saintess’s cunt leaked juices onto his crown, onto his shaft, making the skin glisten. He watched her face — the way her eyes glazed, the way her lips parted, the way she fought to keep her spine straight against the cushion while her hips made tiny, involuntary rolls toward him.

"You’re getting corrupted," he said.

Pink energy leaked from his skin.

It was faint at first — a shimmer, a heat haze in the air around his chest, around his cock — then it intensified, a visible pink smoke that drifted downward and wrapped around Meera’s belly, her breasts, her parted thighs. It moved like it had intention, like it was reading her body’s layout and finding the places to settle.

Meera’s eyes rolled.

The divine power in her — the Saintess Vessel, the Restoration Aura, the thing that had kept her clean and whole and separate from the filth of this world — recoiled from the pink smoke. But it didn’t burn. It didn’t fight.

It just... observed. Cataloged. And then, slowly, let the smoke through.

"Indeed... indeed... why didn’t my pussy... Lord Raven... fuck... I am so worthless... wait... what am I saying...♡"

Her eyes rolled back for a moment as the pink energy shrouded her pregnant form, then she blinked, recovering slightly in confusion.

He leaned over her huge belly, pulling both heavy tits completely out of the gown, milk leaking in streams down her skin as he pressed them toward her own lips.

"Hieeekk—"

’!’

"Wait—" Meera mumbled. "What—what am I saying—"

Her hips bucked.

"Indeed," Raven said, voice thick with the smoke. "you’re worthless."

The words came out of her mouth in a voice that wasn’t entirely hers — higher, breathier, the syntax broken like someone speaking through a haze.

Meera blinked.

Her eyes cleared for a second.

"Wait," she said, in her normal voice, confused. "What am I—"

"Sigh, this stupid divine energy," Raven said.

He leaned over her, one hand braced on the daybed beside her shoulder, the other gripping his cock and aligning it with her entrance. The pregnant belly pressed against his abs, warm and firm and insistent between them.

"Issue is real divine power," he murmured. "Makes you immune to mind corruption. You can’t be broken the way the others were broken using demonic energy."

Meera stared up at him through her dark hair.

"I don’t understand—" she started.

He kissed her.

"Slurrp... Chup.. chup.... our pregnant Saintess.... chuuwup... let me see, how much I have trained you..."

His mouth sealed over hers and the pink smoke poured into her lungs, not a corruption but a ’claim’, bypassing her mental defenses because her defenses were designed to stop demons, not gods, and what Raven was carrying in his bloodline was older than either.

Lust.

He could feel her heartbeat racing, her pussy gushing juices without him even needing to ravage her. Her whole body twitching, leaking milk, hormones spiking, as if she was completely prepared to be breeded.

He pulled back.

"Now that’s a good reaction, since you can’t be freed from my clutches," he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, "I’m giving you a rank. Holy Queen."

His hand moved from beside her shoulder to her pregnant belly.

He spread his palm wide across the stretched skin, feeling the warmth of her, the life under it, the faint pulse of the child that didn’t know yet what kind of world it was entering.

"Congratulations," he said.

Then he slammed his cock into her.

The entry was immediate — her cunt was soaked, loosened by pregnancy hormones and the hour of waiting while he’d fucked other women, and he buried himself to the hilt in a single stroke. The head of his cock punched through her cervix with the force of it, the tight ring of muscle at her womb’s entrance spreading around his crown like a mouth forced open.

Meera screamed. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"IAAANNGHHHHH—!!!"