"Drink," he said again.

They drank.

Both of them. On their knees. Mouths open. Faces upturned. Taking his piss like two broken fountains. The stream moved back and forth. Juhi. Vess. Juhi. Vess. Their faces were painted in yellow. Their eyes were stinging. Their throats were full.

Finally, the stream slowed.

It stopped.

Raven shook his cock. The last drops fell. They landed on Juhi’s forehead. On Vess’s chin.

He stepped forward.

He pressed the head against Juhi’s lips.

"Clean it," he said.

She opened.

She took the head into her mouth. The taste of piss mixed with pre-cum. It was bitter and salty and thick. She sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. She lapped at the slit. She cleaned the last drops of yellow from his crown.

He pulled out.

He moved to Vess.

He pressed the head against her lips. She was still coughing. Piss was dripping from her nose. She opened. She took him. She sucked. Her tongue was limp. Exhausted. But she obeyed. She cleaned him.

He pulled out completely.

SKHLRK—

A strand of saliva and piss connected his head to Vess’s lower lip. It broke.

He looked down at them.

Both women were soaked. Their faces were yellow and wet. Their clothes were ruined. Juhi’s breeches were dark with fluid. Vess’s armor was stained. They were trembling. Their eyes were wide. Their bodies were marked with fresh bruises from the road, but now they would have new marks.

"Good," he said. "Now the real fun."

He grabbed Juhi’s hair.

He pulled her up. He threw her onto the broken bed. She landed on her back. The straw poked her skin. He grabbed her breeches. He tore them. The fabric ripped like paper. Her bare cunt was exposed. It was hairy. Wet. Leaking from the piss and her own fear-arousal.

He grabbed Vess.

He pulled her armor off. Piece by piece. The metal clattered. The leather straps snapped. He stripped her naked. Her heavy tits fell out. They were bruised from before. The rope marks were still visible. Her nipples were stiff. Red.

He pushed her onto the bed beside Juhi.

Two women. Naked. Wet. Marked. Their bodies were a map of his cruelty. Juhi’s lean, bound chest was heaving. Vess’s thick, mature tits were shaking. Both were looking at his cock.

It was hard now.

Twelve inches. Thick. The head was purple and angry. It was bigger than both their faces. It towered over them. It cast a shadow across their bodies.

"Worship," he commanded.

They moved.

Vess went to his balls. She lowered her face. She took one heavy, wrinkled orb into her mouth. It was the size of a small apple. Her cheeks bulged. She sucked. She rolled it with her tongue. She worshipped the weight of him. The source of his seed.

Juhi went to the shaft.

She licked the base. Her tongue was flat. She dragged it up the vein. She reached the head. She sealed her lips around the crown. She sucked. Hard. Her eyes were wide. The head was too big. Her jaw ached. But she took it. She took as much as she could.

Raven groaned.

He gripped their heads. He held them in place. He began to thrust. Into Juhi’s mouth. Against Vess’s face. His balls rubbed against Vess’s chin. His shaft dragged across Juhi’s tongue.

"Fuck—" he grunted. "Good wives. Good sluts. Good cunts. Worship me. Worship your master."

PAH—PAH—

He fucked Juhi’s face. The head hit the back of her throat. She gagged. Her throat bulged. The shape was visible. She was being face-fucked by a cock bigger than her head. Tears poured from her eyes. Snot ran from her nose. Piss and saliva mixed on her chin.

Vess was drowning in his balls.

She sucked one, then the other. She lapped at the skin. She felt the weight. The power. The seed churning inside. She was desperate. Broken. She wanted him to empty those balls into her. Onto her. Anywhere.

He pulled out of Juhi’s mouth.

SKHLRK—

He moved to Vess.

He grabbed her white hair. He pulled her face up. He pressed the head against her lips. She opened. He slammed in.

"Glk—! Glk—! Mmmph—!"

Twelve inches. Down her throat. The bulge was enormous. Her eyes went wide. Her hands flailed. He held her. He fucked her face. Hard. Brutal. The wet sounds were obscene. Her heavy tits shook with each impact. The rope marks on them turned redder.

Juhi watched.

She was panting. Her face was soaked. Her cunt was dripping. She reached down. She touched herself. She rubbed her clit. She was ashamed. But she was hot. She was broken. She was his.

Raven pulled out of Vess.

SKHLRK—

He moved back to Juhi.

He grabbed her legs. He pulled her to the edge of the bed. He positioned his cock at her entrance. He pushed.

SKHLRK—POP—

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"

Twelve inches. Into her tight, lean cunt. The stretch was absolute. Her walls tore. Her belly bulged. The head was visible under her skin. He began to fuck. Hard. Brutal. The bed creaked. The straw flew.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"

He fucked her for ten minutes. Then he pulled out. He moved to Vess. He flipped her onto her stomach. He lifted her ass. He slammed into her pussy from behind.

SKHLRK—

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"

PAH PAH PAH—

He alternated.

Juhi. Vess. Juhi. Vess. He fucked them both into oblivion. Their bodies were marked with new handprints. New bite marks. Their tits were red. Their cunts were gaping. Their faces were soaked in piss and tears and drool.

He came.

The first pulse hit Juhi’s womb. Thick. Hot. Massive. He was buried in her. The seed flooded her. The second pulse was larger. Her belly bloated. He pulled out. SKHLRK—He moved to Vess. He slammed into her. He came again. Pulse after pulse. Her womb filled. Her belly rounded.

They lay there.

Gasping. Trembling. Leaking. Their bodies were ruined. Their minds were broken. Their cunts were overflowing with his seed.

Raven stood.

He looked down at them. He smiled. He walked to the door. He opened it.

The pregnant woman was standing there.

She had watched everything.

Her hand was between her legs. She was rubbing her clit through her dress. Her eyes were dark. Corrupted. The parasite inside her was pulsing. She looked at Juhi and Vess. At their ruined bodies. At the seed pouring from their cunts. At the piss drying on their faces.

She licked her lips.

"How lucky of them," she whispered.

Her voice was thick. Corrupted. Hungry.

"Fufu~"

Hearing the voice, she looked towards the door where the pregnant woman entered, kneading her boob and rubbing her pussy as she moaned, "I’m wet, master, is this my turn?"

He moved closer, pressing his hand on her cheek with his thumb and dragging him out. She was gasping, his hand going over her belly and down towards her pussy, massaging it, making her moan and her body go limp forward as he pushed his middle finger inside her, the outline of her pussy visible through the dress, and she gasped, breathing heavily.

"Don’t worry about the itch of this cunt for now... on the journey to capital, you will be wide enough to get fresh air in it."