He was close. But he had other plans.

He pulled out of her mouth completely.

SKHLRK—

She gasped. Air hit her lungs. She coughed. Saliva sprayed upward. She choked. Her throat was raw. The bulge slowly vanished. But she was still upside down. Still folded. Still exposed.

Raven stepped back.

He raised his hand. Purple light gathered in his palm. The air grew heavy. The smell of ozone and demon magic filled the room. He whispered something. A word that was not human. Not elvish. Not anything of this world.

Something formed.

It was small. Round. Ugly. Violet. It pulsed with a wet, organic light. It looked like a cross between a leech and a seed. A parasite. It had tiny, hair-like appendages that waved in the air. It was alive. Hungry. It smelled of womb and blood and demonic essence.

Raven looked at it.

Then he looked at her gaping, stretched, pulled-apart pussy.

"I always intended to get a child born out of the parasitic power," he said. His voice was casual. Conversational. The voice of a man discussing a garden. "Let’s see if it works. Let’s see if your barren womb can finally carry something of mine. Something true. Something that will bind you to me forever."

He threw it.

The parasite sailed through the air. It landed directly in her gaping hole. It touched her walls. The tiny appendages flared. They found purchase. It began to crawl inward.

"Ah—! Ah—! What is that—?! What are you putting inside me—?! Master—! It is moving—! It is— AAAAAANGHH—!!"

He slammed his cock inside her pussy.

SKHLRK—POP—

Twelve inches. All of them. In one brutal thrust. The parasite was driven upward. It was pushed past her cervix. It was thrown directly into her womb. The impact made her belly bulge. The shape of his cock was visible under her skin. And now, inside that bulge, the parasite was implanting.

It attached.

Tiny needles—microscopic, demonic, alive—pierced the walls of her womb. They anchored into the main power source of her body. Her mana. Her life. Her core. The parasite vibrated. It sent a pulse through her entire nervous system.

Her belly began to vibrate.

Not shake. Vibrate. A continuous, high-frequency tremor that radiated from her womb outward. Her stomach muscles fluttered. Her skin rippled. The vibration was deep. Internal. It hit her clit from the inside. It massaged her G-spot. It stimulated every nerve ending in her vaginal walls simultaneously.

"Ah—! Ah—! Master—! It is— it is vibrating—! My belly—! My womb—! AAAAAANGHH—!! HIIEEEENGHH—!! HAAAAAAANNGHHH—!!"

She was thrown into a limitless vibrator.

Her body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back completely. The whites were showing. Her tongue hung out. Drool poured. Her pussy gushed. The precious juices—clear, thick, endless—sprayed from around his cock. It was not squirt. It was deeper. Womb-juice. Being shaken out of her by the parasite’s vibration.

Raven felt it.

The parasite was clenching her womb from the inside. It was gripping the walls of her vaginal canal. It was tightening around his cock. The sensation was incredible. It was as if her pussy had become a thousand tiny hands, all massaging, all squeezing, all pulling him deeper.

"Fuck—" he groaned. "Your womb is gripping me. The parasite is making you tighter. It is eating your mana and using it to squeeze my cock. Perfect. Perfect."

He gripped her red, elongated nipples.

He pulled them. Hard. They stretched. Inch-long. Inch and a half. The skin was thin. The blood rushed. He used them as handles. He pulled her toward him as he slammed forward.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! MASTER—!! MASTER—!! FUCK ME—!! BREAK ME—!! I AM YOURS—!! YOUR SLUT—!! YOUR WOMB—!! YOUR PARASITE HOST—!!"

Her internal thoughts were shattered. Corrupted. The healing magic he had been using to keep her sane was now reinforcing the corruption. Her brain was mush. Her thoughts were only him. Only cock. Only seed. Only the vibration in her womb.

’Master. Master. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Deeper. Break my womb. Plant your seed. Let the parasite grow. Let me carry your child. Let me be your eternal cunt. Your eternal slave. I am nothing. I am your hole. Your sleeve. Your breeding sow.’

A system window popped up in the air above them.

[IP Gained: +100]

[Corruption Level: 87%... 88%... 89%...]

Raven saw it. He smiled. He slammed harder.

PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—

"Corruption reaching max," he whispered. "Let’s push it to the limit. Let’s break her mind completely. Let’s make her a perfect incubator."

He twisted her body.

He flipped her. She was no longer upside down. He threw her onto her stomach. Her heavy tits mashed against the mattress. Her ass was up. Her pussy was still gaping, still vibrating, still gripping the parasite. He grabbed her hips. He positioned his cock. He slammed into her pussy from behind.

SKHLRK—

The parasite was driven deeper. The needles in her womb pulsed. The vibration intensified. Her belly shook against the mattress. The straw crackled. The wood groaned.

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAANGHH—!!"

He fucked her. Hard. Brutal. The room was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh. The wet, obscene squelch of cock in parasite-filled cunt. The vibration made her walls flutter around him in a way that no natural woman could. It was artificial. Demonic. Perfect.

He reached under her.

He gripped her red nipples again. He pulled them backward, using them as reins. He rode her. Her body was a horse. A beast. A thing to be ridden and bred.

"Please—!" she screamed. "Please—! Master—! I am— I am going to— my mind— it is breaking— the vibration— it is too much— I can feel the parasite in my brain— it is eating my thoughts— AAAAAANGHH—!!"

[Corruption Level: 95%... 96%... 97%...]

He slammed.

PAH—

And came.

The first pulse was a cannon shot. The seed erupted directly into her parasite-filled womb. It was thick. Hot. Massive. It mixed with the parasite’s violet essence. The seed and the parasite met. The parasite absorbed it. It grew. It pulsed. It sent a shockwave through her womb.

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAAAANNGHHH—!!"

Her eyes went wide. So wide the whites were completely visible. Her pupils were pinpricks. Her scream was not human. It was the sound of a womb being claimed by demon seed and parasite simultaneously. Her throat was breaking. The redness spread across her body—a rash of arousal, of ownership, of absolute submission.

He kept coming.

Pulse after pulse. The thick, white, endless seed flooded her. Her belly bloated. It rounded. She looked pregnant. The seed and the parasite mixed inside her, creating a new life. A demonic child. A hybrid of incubus and parasite and broken village woman.

[IP Gained: +150]

[Corruption Level: 100%]

[Status: Complete Incubation. Host fully corrupted.]

Finally, he stopped.

He pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The mixture poured from her gaping cunt. Seed. Parasite essence. Womb-milk. Blood. It was thick. White with violet streaks. It bubbled out of her in heavy, continuous globs. Her pussy was a fountain of filth. The mattress was soaked. The floor was dark.

She lay there.

Trembling. Violently. Her body was twitching like she had been fed drugs. Her eyes were rolled back. Her tongue was out. Drool ran down her chin. Her nipples were still red. Still elongated. Still pulsing. Her belly was rounded. Full.

The parasite was inside, vibrating, feeding on his seed, growing.

Raven climbed her body.