She smiled. She knelt. She hugged him. Her heavy tits pressed against his small chest. She kissed his forehead. She looked up at Raven.

Raven shook his hand. He smiled at the boy.

"Have you cooked something?" he asked.

The boy shook his head. "No, sir. We were waiting for mother."

"Good," Raven said. "I will cook."

He entered.

The woman followed, confused. Raven looked at the small room. The dirt floor. The wooden table. He snapped his fingers. Dust vanished. The floor gleamed. The air smelled of lavender. He went to the kitchen. He found the bread. The vegetables. The dried meat.

He cooked.

The woman watched. Her mouth hung open. He moved with easy grace. Chopping. Stirring. Flames danced under his fingers without a stove. Magic. Simple. Casual. He served the food on wooden plates.

"You can even cook?" she asked.

"Of course I can," he said. "I can do everything."

They ate.

The boy devoured the food. "Delicious!" he cried. "So good!"

The woman smiled. A happy family. For one moment. One perfect, false moment. The candlelight flickered. The boy laughed. Raven watched them with dark eyes.

Finally, the boy yawned.

"To bed," the woman said.

She tucked him in. She kissed his forehead. She closed the door to his small room.

She turned.

Raven was behind her.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For the food. For the hope. For—"

His hand was already inside her neckline.

His fingers found her tit. He gripped the heavy flesh. He squeezed. Hard. The flesh bulged between his fingers. He twisted the nipple. She moaned.

"Ah—!"

"You already know," he said. "I have some charges for what I do. Nothing is free. Not food. Not hope. Not revenge."

He twisted again.

She trembled. Her lips twitched. Her cunt was wet. Soaking. She knew this was coming. She had wanted it. She had dreamed of it.

He pulled her.

He dragged her to the next room. Her bedroom. Small. A wooden bed. A straw mattress. He closed the door. He locked it with a snap of his fingers.

"Let’s break some bed," he said.

He threw her down.

Her back hit the straw. It crackled. He was on her in an instant. He tore her dress. The coarse fabric ripped like paper. Her heavy tits fell out. They hung. Dark nipples. Stiff. Heavy. He bit one. Hard. His teeth sank into the flesh.

"Ah—! Aaaaanghh~!" she cried.

He pulled down her underclothes. Her hairy pussy was exposed. Thick. Dark. Wet. The hair was matted with her juices. The lips were swollen. Puffy. The entrance was a dark, hungry hole.

He stood.

He unlaced his trousers. His cock fell out.

Twelve inches. Thick as a wrist. The head was swollen and purple. The veins were thick, pulsing. It hung heavy between his thighs. His balls were low. Full. Heavy. They swayed as he moved.

He grabbed her legs.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed. Her ass hung off. Her hairy cunt was open. Leaking. He pressed the head against her entrance.

"Please," she gasped. "Please— it has been so long— I am tight— I am—"

He slammed.

SKHLRK—POP—

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

Twelve inches. All of them. In one brutal thrust. Her pussy was stretched beyond belief. The walls tore. The hair around her cunt was slick with blood and juice. Her belly bulged. The shape of his cock was visible under her skin—a thick, obscene column from her cunt to her navel.

He pulled back.

The cock emerged. The lips clung to the shaft. They were pulled outward. Convex. Her pussy was being pulled out of her body. The flesh stretched. The hole gaped. White milk-like juice poured from the entrance. It was thick. Foamy. The result of her womb being battered.

He slammed again.

PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

The bed cracked. The wooden legs splintered. Straw flew. He fucked her. Hard. Deep. Brutal. The cock punched her womb. The head broke through her cervix. It entered her deepest chamber. Her womb was being fucked directly. The seed from before—if any remained—was nothing compared to what was coming.

He pulled out completely.

SKHLRK—

The pussy hung open. A dark, gaping, ruined hole. The walls were pulled outward. Convex. Protruding. White foam and milk-like juice poured from it in thick, heavy streams. It splattered on the floor. It soaked the straw. The smell was sharp. Musky. Overwhelming.

He threw the roses on her.

The red petals fell across her heavy tits. They stuck to her sweat. They caught in her hair. They lay across her hairy mound. He grabbed her hips. He slammed again.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"

Her body shook. Her heavy tits slapped against her own chest. The red petals flew. Her hairy pussy was a fountain. The white milk-juice sprayed with every thrust. It was not squirt. It was deeper. Womb-milk. Fucked out of her by the piston-like hammering of his demon cock.

"Please—!" she screamed. "It is too deep—! You are breaking my womb—! It is— it is pulling my insides out—!"

He chuckled.

He gripped her throat. He choked her. He fucked harder. The cock emerged and plunged. Completely out. Completely in. The convex flesh of her pussy lips was pulled out with every withdrawal, then hammered back in. The bed broke. The mattress fell to the floor. He fucked her on the broken wood.

"Your womb is mine," he grunted. "Your cunt is mine. Your milk is mine. I am breaking you so the queen can see what I do to her enemies. I am making you my vessel. My whore. My revenge."

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

She came.

Her body convulsed. The white milk sprayed from her cunt in a violent, continuous stream. It hit his chest. It soaked his cock. It mixed with the blood from her torn walls. The foam was thick. It looked like semen. Like her body was producing its own filth to match his.

He kept fucking.

Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue hung out. Drool ran down her chin. The roses were crushed beneath her back. Their petals were red against her pale skin. Her hairy pussy was stretched so wide the hair was slicked flat against her mound. The lips were dark purple. The clit was swollen and raw.

"Please—!" she sobbed. "I am— I am dying— it is too much—"

He slammed.

PAH—

And came.

The first pulse was a cannon. The seed erupted directly into her womb. It was thick. Hot. Massive. It mixed with her womb-milk. It flooded her. The second pulse made her belly bloat. It rounded. She looked pregnant. The seed and milk mixed inside her, creating a thick, white foam that leaked around his shaft.

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!!"

He kept coming.

Pulse after pulse. The seed was endless. It filled her womb. It backed up into her cunt. It poured out of her stretched hole in thick, heavy globs. The bed was soaked. The floor was soaked. Her body was a vessel of white filth.

Finally, he stopped.

He pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The mixture poured out. A thick, white, foamy flood. It was seed and milk and blood and juice. It ran down her thighs. It pooled on the broken bed. The smell was absolute. It was the smell of her complete ruin.

She lay there. Gasping. Her body was limp. Her tits were covered in crushed roses. Her hairy pussy was gaping. Leaking. Twitching. The foam bubbled out of her hole.

Raven stood.

He looked down at her. He smiled.

"Now," he said. "Should I see the limits of your body?"