Juhi sat. She couldn’t help it. Her legs were shaking. Vess sat beside her. The chair was rough. The table was uneven.

Raven served them.

He placed bowls in front of them. Bread. A mug of water. He moved like a husband. Like a father. The apron hung from his hips. Under it, his cock was visible. Thick. Heavy. Even soft, it was a long bulge against the fabric. Juhi stared at it. She remembered the carriage. The way he had pulled her onto his lap. The way he had torn her breeches.

Vess looked at the pregnant woman.

"So," Vess said. Her voice was polite. Forced. "What is the... the age of the little champ?"

She gestured toward the belly.

The woman trembled.

"Oh," she said. Her voice was soft. Distant. "It’s..."

"Nah," the boy interrupted. He was chewing bread. Crumbs fell from his mouth. "It’s just fat. There’s no baby there. Mother drank too much piss from that uncle. Hehe. Her belly got bloated."

Juhi sat. She couldn’t help it. Her legs were shaking. Vess sat beside her. The chair was rough. The table was uneven.

Raven served them.

He placed bowls in front of them. Bread. A mug of water. He moved like a husband. Like a father. The apron hung from his hips. Under it, his cock was visible. Thick. Heavy. Even soft, it was a long bulge against the fabric. Juhi stared at it. She remembered the carriage. The way he had pulled her onto his lap. The way he had torn her breeches.

Vess looked at the pregnant woman.

"So," Vess said. Her voice was polite. Forced. "What is the... the age of the little champ?"

She gestured toward the belly.

The woman trembled.

"Oh," she said. Her voice was soft. Distant. "It’s..."

"Nah," the boy interrupted. He was chewing bread. Crumbs fell from his mouth. "It’s just fat. There’s no baby there. Mother drank too much piss from that uncle. Hehe. Her belly got bloated."

The words landed like a stone in a still pond.

Juhi coughed.

She choked on the stew. She bent forward. Her bound chest heaved. She spat into her napkin. Her face turned red. Vess stumbled. She stood so fast her chair scraped backward. She pulled her hand away from the woman’s belly as if burned. She trembled.

"What?" Vess whispered.

The woman chuckled.

She reached out. She tapped the boy’s forehead gently. A soft, admonishing touch.

"Ow," the boy said. He rubbed his head. "Mother hit."

"Oh, that’s not the case," the woman said. Her voice was singsong. She looked at the two visitors. Her eyes were dark. The dark circles made her look like a corpse. "He is just a child. He says silly things. Don’t mind him."

Juhi and Vess looked at each other.

Then they looked at Raven.

He sat at the head of the table. He was eating. Chewing slowly. He looked up at them. He smiled. That smile. The one that had made them tremble in the dungeon. The one that had made them spread their legs in the carriage.

"Hahaha," he said. "Yeah, yeah. Kids say the darndest things."

The smile sent a shiver through both women.

They ate.

The stew was good. Too good. The bread was warm. The boy chattered about the village. The woman smiled. Raven watched them. His eyes moved over Juhi’s bound chest. Over Vess’s armor. Over their throats. Their mouths. Their thighs.

Ten minutes later.

The boy finished his bowl. He looked up.

"Mother," he said. "Where did those aunties and uncle go? The ones from last night? The loud ones?"

The pregnant woman looked up.

She looked toward her bedroom door. The door was closed. But the memory hung in the air. The room where all night she had been fucked. Where the bed had broken. Where the parasite had been planted. Where her womb had been filled.

She smiled.

"Uncle wanted to pee himself," she said. Her voice was sweet. Corrupted. "So the aunties went to help him."

The boy nodded.

"Is he going to pee in their mouths too?" he asked.

The woman tapped his head again.

"Don’t say such things," she said. But she was smiling. "Eat your food. Be a good boy."

"I’m sorry," the boy said. He went back to his bread.

Juhi and Vess stopped eating.

They looked at the bedroom door.

Then they looked at Raven.

He was standing.

He had removed the apron. He was naked from the waist up. His chest was muscled. Scarred. Perfect. He walked to the door. He opened it. He looked back at them.

"Come," he said. "Help me. Like good guests."

Juhi and Vess stood.

They walked. Their legs moved without their permission. The pregnant woman watched them go. Her hand rested on her bloated belly. She felt the parasite inside. Vibrating. Feeding. Growing.

The door closed behind them.

The room was dark.

The shutters were closed. The only light came from a single candle. It flickered against the walls. The bed was broken. The straw mattress was on the floor. The smell was overwhelming. Sex. Piss. Cum. Sweat. The smell of the night before.

Raven stood in the center.

He was naked.

His cock hung between his thighs. Even soft, it was enormous. Thick as a wrist. Long as a forearm. The head was swollen and blunt. The veins were dark. It was bigger than Juhi’s face. Bigger than Vess’s face. It was a weapon. A monster. A thing that should not exist on a man.

He looked at them.

"On your knees," he said.

They obeyed.

Juhi fell first. Her breeches were tight. She knelt. The dirt floor was rough against her knees. Vess knelt beside her. Her armor clinked. She was trembling.

"Look at you," Raven said. He walked to them. His heavy balls swung between his thighs. They were low. Full. The size of fists. Wrinkled. Dark. "You come into my house. You eat my food. You see my woman. My child. And you think you can just leave? You think you can just give me coins and walk away?"

He stood before Juhi.

He gripped his cock. He lifted it. The head was level with her eyes. It blocked her vision. It was all she could see. The slit at the tip was leaking. A thick, clear drop of pre-cum hung from it.

"Open," he said.

Juhi opened her mouth.

He did not put his cock in.

Instead, he aimed lower.

A stream erupted from the slit.

Hot. Yellow. Piss.

It hit her face first. It splashed across her cheeks. Her nose. Her forehead. It ran into her short hair. It soaked her bound chest. The stream was powerful. It filled her mouth. She choked. She gagged. She swallowed involuntarily.

"Drink," he commanded.

She drank.

The piss was bitter. Hot. It filled her throat. It poured down her chin. It soaked her shirt. She was drowning in it. Her eyes were squeezed shut. The stream was endless. His demon bladder was infinite.

Then he moved the stream.

He aimed at Vess.

It hit her white hair first. It soaked the strands. It ran down her face. Her mouth was open in shock. The piss filled it. She swallowed. She gagged. She coughed. The piss sprayed from her nose. It dripped from her nostrils in thick, yellow streams. Her armor was soaked. The metal ran with his waste.

"Ah—!" Vess choked. "It is— it is burning—!"

"You need to praise everything I give, from now on."