"Oh," the boy said. He nodded. He lay down on a blanket near the fire. He pulled a second blanket over himself. He looked at the stars through the canopy.

"Grandpa," he said.

"I am not your grandpa," the old man said.

"So what, grandpa," the boy said. "What do you do? Do you have a family?"

The old man was quiet.

He puffed his pipe. The smoke rose. It curled.

"No, my child," he said. "I don’t."

"Why not?" the boy asked.

"Because some men are meant to be alone," the old man said. "Some men carry things. Heavy things. Too heavy for a family."

The boy thought about this.

"Uncle carries heavy things too," the boy said. "But he has a family."

The old man looked across the fire. Raven was gone. The log was empty. The shadows had swallowed him.

"That," the old man said, "is a different kind of man."

The boy’s eyes closed.

He slept.

The pond was hidden in the forest.

A natural spring. Clear water. Smooth stones at the bottom. Moonlight filtered through the canopy. It painted the surface silver. The water rippled.

The ripples were not from the wind.

They were from movement. From thrusting. From a body being rocked back and forth in the water.

The pregnant woman was on all fours at the edge of the pond.

Her dress was gone. Her heavy, pregnant body was naked. Her belly hung low, nearly touching the smooth stones beneath her. Her heavy tits swung with every movement. The nipples were dark. Stiff. Elongated from months of pulling. Her ass was up. Her anal was spread. Behind her, Raven was standing in the shallows. His cock was buried in her ass. Twelve inches. Deep. His hips moved in slow, deliberate thrusts. His hands were on her hips. He pulled her back onto him with each stroke.

PAH—PAH—PAH—

"Yes—! Yes—! Master—! Fuck me—! Fuck my ass—! Master—! Your cock is so deep—! It is in my belly—! It is hitting the parasite—! AAAAAANGHH—!!"

Her voice was broken. Corrupted. The voice of a woman whose mind had been turned to mush. She was crying. Tears ran down her face. They fell into the pond. But she was smiling. Her mouth hung open. Drool poured from her lips. Her eyes were rolled back. She was in ecstasy. Absolute, total, corrupted ecstasy.

’Master. Master. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Deeper. Break my ass. Ruin my womb. The parasite is vibrating. It is moving. It is feeding on your cock through my walls. I can feel it. I can feel your seed mixing with the parasite. I am your vessel. Your incubator. Your wife. Your cunt. Your everything.’

PAH—PAH—PAH—

"HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!! HAAAAANGHH—!!"

Vess and Juhi were on either side of him.

They were naked. Both of them. Their clothes were on the bank. Vess’s body was thick. Mature. Her heavy tits hung. The nipples were dark and swollen. Her thighs were spread. Her pussy was visible. Swollen. Leaking. The rope marks on her wrists were fading but still visible. Juhi was smaller. Leaner. Her tight, small tits were perky. Her nipples were pink. Hard. Her pussy was covered in dark hair. It was matted. Wet. Her short hair was slicked back from the water.

Vess was kissing Raven.

Her mouth was on his. Her tongue was in his mouth. Her hand was on his hip. She was helping him thrust. She was pushing him forward. Driving his cock deeper into the pregnant woman’s ass. She was an active participant. A facilitator. A wife helping her husband fuck his breeding sow.

Juhi was beneath them.

She was in the water. Her face was at the level of his heavy balls. They swung with every thrust. They hit her face. She opened her mouth. She licked them. She sucked them. Her tongue traced the wrinkled skin. She could taste the sweat and the seed and the ass from his previous fucks.

PAH—PAH—PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"

The pregnant woman screamed. The water splashed. The moon reflected on the wet, slapping flesh.

"The journey is long," Raven said. His voice was casual. Warm. The voice of a man making conversation while breeding. "Right?"

Vess pulled her mouth from his. She gasped. Her lips were swollen from the kiss. Her eyes were half-closed.

"Please," she whispered. "Don’t be hard on us. We are— we are exhausted. We have been traveling all day. We have been—"

"Exhausted?" Raven said. He chuckled. He thrust harder. The pregnant woman screamed. "You think exhaustion matters? You think the road matters? The only thing that matters is my cock. And my cock says the journey is long. And the journey requires entertainment."

He fucked harder.

PAH PAH PAH PAH—

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

"Please—!" Vess gasped. "Please—! We cannot—! Our bodies are—! We are sore—! Our asses are—! Our pussies are—!"

"You will take it," Raven said. "Because you are mine. All of you. My wives. My cunts. My property."

He fucked for an hour.

The pregnant woman’s ass was being destroyed. The water around them was cloudy with her juices. Her belly was swollen. The parasite inside her was vibrating constantly. It was being stimulated by the cock in her anal, the pressure against her walls. Her pussy was gushing. Clear fluid poured from her cunt into the pond. It was constant. A steady, endless stream of arousal forced by the parasite.

Then he pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The pregnant woman’s anal gaped. It was a dark, ruined hole. The ring was swollen. Purple. It twitched. It convulsed.

And then—

"Ah—! Ah—! Master—! I— I cannot—! Something is—! AAAAANGHH—!!"

She shit.

The anal, stretched beyond recovery, could not hold. The contents of her bowels surged out. It was violent. Sudden. The thick, dark mass poured from her gaping anal in a heavy, wet stream. It hit the water. It splattered. The smell was immediate. Overwhelming. It mixed with the pond water. It mixed with the seed and the juices.

"Ah—! SHIT—!" Juhi screamed. She scrambled backward in the water. Her face was splashed. She wiped her mouth. She gagged.

Vess stumbled away. Her foot slipped on a stone. She fell. Her heavy tits hit the water. She scrambled up, coughing, her face twisted in disgust.

Raven stood in the water.

He looked down. His cock was still hard. Twelve inches. It was coated. He looked at the mess. He looked at the pregnant woman. She was trembling. Her anal was still leaking. Her face was buried in her hands.

"Ah," Raven said. "You just ruined the mood."

The pregnant woman looked up.

Her face was red. Tears poured from her eyes. She was shaking. She bowed her head. She pressed her forehead to the wet stones.

"Apologize, master," she sobbed. "I am sorry. I am so sorry. I could not hold it. You fucked me for an hour. My body— I could not— please forgive me. I am sorry. I am your vessel. I should not—"

Raven chuckled.

He stepped out of the water. He grabbed her arm. He pulled her up. She gasped. Her heavy body rose. Her belly was round. Her tits were wet. Her anal was still gaping. Still leaking.

He looked at the other two women.

They were standing at the edge of the pond. Naked. Dripping. Disgusted. Their faces were twisted. Their hands were covering their noses.

"Should we change the location?" Raven said. He smiled. Warm. Easy. "The water is... contaminated."