The girl turned. Her cheeks were flushed. From the flame. From the bulge. From the demon’s breath on her neck. She laughed, light and cruel without meaning to be.

"Come on," she said. "Are you jealous?"

The young man flinched. His face twisted. He turned away, shoulders shaking, hands clenched at his sides.

Raven watched. His eyes moved from the girl to the boy. The girl was looking at Raven now. Her eyes were wide. Awe. Admiration. A hunger she did not understand. The boy was looking at her. His heart was naked on his face. Pathetic. Desperate. Wounded.

’Don’t fall for such a woman, idiot,’ Raven thought. His lips curved. ’She looks at me with those eyes. She feels my cock against her back. She moans for me. And you stand there like a wounded puppy. Wasting your time. Your heart. Your life.’

Raven’s eyes turned. He looked at the boy. Then at the girl. A plan formed. A demon’s plan. Cruel. Educational. Delicious.

’Why wouldn’t I help him realize?’ Raven thought. ’Why not show him the true face of the woman he worships? Let him see what she becomes when a real man touches her. Let him die knowing.’

"Let’s form a team," Raven said aloud. His voice carried across the camp. "We will hunt the remaining monsters in the lower caves. I will help you in emergencies. We can train. I choose..." He pointed. "You. The fire girl. You two. The sword boys. And you. The healer."

He pointed at a middle-aged woman. Thick hips. Heavy tits. A motherly face lined with stress and sleepless nights. She blinked, surprised, her hand going to her chest.

"Us?" the young man said. His voice was hopeful. Pathetic. "We are... we are lucky?"

"Few are chosen," Raven said. "The rest stay here. Loot the field. Be useful."

The unchosen adventurers groaned. Jealous. Envious. The chosen ones beamed. The young man puffed his chest. The fire girl smiled, her eyes still on Raven. The middle-aged healer adjusted her robes, her cheeks flushing.

Raven turned. He walked toward the cave entrance, his coat flaring behind him. He did not look back. But he smiled, a dark, private thing.

’In the dark,’ he thought. ’Aren’t I a demon?’

The dungeon was cold.

Wet stone glistened under torchlight. Black moss clung to the walls. The air tasted of iron and rot. The team moved in formation. The two sword boys in front. The young man on the left. The fire girl in the center. The healer behind. Raven at the rear. Watching. Waiting. His eyes moved over the women’s bodies with the patience of a predator.

"Fireball!" one boy yelled.

A sphere of flame erupted. It slammed into a skeleton. The bones shattered. Ash scattered across the stone.

"Lightning!" the other cried.

A bolt cracked. A ghoul fell, smoking and twitching.

The young man fought beside them. His sword was quick. Desperate. He kept glancing at the fire girl. She was beside him. Her robes were hiked up from climbing over rubble. Her thighs were visible. Pale. Soft. Trembling slightly. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to impress her.

"Watch out!" she cried.

A wraith lunged from the shadows. The young man slashed. It dissipated into black mist. He gasped. Sweat ran down his face. His chest heaved.

"We finally killed it," he panted. He looked around. "Where is... where did she go?"

The fire girl was gone.

Raven was gone.

The remaining monsters were dead. The cave was silent. The young man stood alone. The other fighters were checking corpses. The healer was... where was the healer?

"Whatever," he whispered. "Wherever you went..."

He walked. His boots echoed against the wet stone. He turned a corner. The air was thicker here. Heavy. The smell of sex and musk cut through the dungeon’s rot.

Then he heard it.

Soft. Young. Hard.

"Ah... it hurts... it hurts..."

A moan. Feminine. Broken. Wet.

His heart stopped. He ran. His sword clattered against stone.

"Are you okay?!" he yelled.

He turned the corner.

His eyes widened.

The fire girl was against the wall. Her hands were pressed flat against the cold stone. Her fingers were white. Her knuckles were bruised. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, bunched and torn. Her bare ass was exposed. Pale. Soft. Trembling. Her panties were gone. Her pussy was visible. A virgin slit. Pink. Puffy. Untouched. A thin line of dark hair above it.

Behind her stood Raven.

His pants were unzipped. His cock was out. Twelve inches. Thick as a wrist. Dark. Veined. The head was swollen and blunt, wet with pre-cum. It was pressed against her entrance. Just the crown. Just an inch inside her tight, virgin hole. The lips were stretched around him. Pink. Resisting. Unbroken.

Blood was already trickling. A thin, bright line running down her inner thigh.

The girl was crying. Her face was turned to the side. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her mouth was open. Drool ran down her chin. Her tits were still inside her robes, but the fabric was pulled down, exposing the tops of her pale breasts.

"What?" Raven said. He looked over his shoulder. His eyes met the young man’s. "Were you a virgin?"

He held her hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh. He pulled her back slightly. The inch became two. She screamed.

"AAAAAANGHH~!!"

The young man stumbled. His sword fell. It clattered against the stone.

"What is happening?" he whispered. His voice was a child’s voice. "What... what are you... she... we were..."

Raven turned.

His lips were red. Stained with her lipstick. Or blood. He smiled, warm and friendly.

"She can’t hear you, man," he said. "She’s a little busy. A little... full."

He slammed.

SKHLRK—POP—

All twelve inches.

"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHHH~!! HIIEEEENGHH~!! HAAAAAAANNGHHH~!!"

The girl’s body left the ground. Her toes pointed. Her belly bulged. The shape of his cock was visible under her skin—a thick, obscene column from her pussy to her navel. The walls of her virgin cunt were torn. Blood poured down her thighs in thick, warm streams. It splattered on the stone floor. It ran down her legs. It dripped from her ruined virginity onto his heavy, swinging balls. They hung low and full, slapping against her clit with every thrust.

Raven pulled her upper top.

Her tits fell out. Heavy. Young. Pale. Freckled. He gripped one. His hand was large. He squeezed. The flesh bulged between his fingers. He pinched the nipple. Hard. Twisted. Pulled.

"Ah—! Master—! It hurts—! It is too big—! I am tearing—!" she screamed.

He pulled her back. He slammed again. Her face turned toward him. He kissed her. His tongue invaded her mouth. He sucked her lips. He bit her lower lip until she bled. He fucked her while kissing her. Deep. Brutal. The wall scraped her back raw. Her tits mashed against his chest. The nipples dragged against his coat.

"I will be done soon," he whispered against her mouth. "Once I am done with you. Once I break this little virgin cunt. Once I plant my seed in your womb. Then you can go back to your little boyfriend."

"UNNHGGH~~ HHE-HE IS NOT MY~~ HIEEEKK!!"