The first night was a marathon.

They had made camp off the road, in a clearing where the old oak trees formed a natural canopy. The fire crackled. The old man sat with the boy, telling him stories of dragons and foolish knights. The boy’s eyes grew heavy. He fell asleep with his head on the old man’s lap, the dandelion crown still on his hair.

Behind the carriage, the sounds began.

Wet sounds. Slapping sounds. The creak of wood. Muffled screams. The sounds of three women being broken in ways that would take pages to describe and lifetimes to forget.

Raven had started with Vess.

He had her against the carriage wheel. Her legs were spread. Her heavy tits were pressed against the wooden spoke. He fucked her pussy from behind. Twelve inches. The full length. Her belly bulged with every thrust. The parasite inside the pregnant woman—lying nearby, watching with dark, hungry eyes—vibrated in sympathy. As if it could sense the seed being prepared.

PAH PAH PAH—

"AAAAAANGHH—!! HNGHH—!! KYAAANGH—!!"

Then Juhi.

He threw her on the ground. He spread her lean legs. He slammed into her ass. The blood from her previous tearing had dried, but the wound reopened instantly. She screamed. She cried. She pissed herself again. He did not care. He fucked her until she was limp. Until her tongue was out. Until her eyes were empty.

PAH PAH PAH—

"HIIIEEEENGHH—!! NEINGHHT—!! HIELKKK—!!"

Then the pregnant woman.

He rolled her onto her side. Her belly was round. Heavy. He lifted her thick thigh. He entered her pussy. The parasite clenched. It gripped him. It milked him. She came instantly. The clear fluid sprayed from her cunt. It soaked the dirt. It soaked his thighs. She screamed.

"AAAAAANGHH—!! MASTER—!! THE PARASITE—!! IT IS—!! IT IS SQUEEZING—!! AAAAAANGHH—!!"

He came inside her. The seed mixed with the parasite. The parasite absorbed it. It grew. Her belly swelled further.

He was not done.

He fucked Vess’s mouth. He fucked Juhi’s tits. He fucked the pregnant woman’s ass. He alternated. He rotated. He used them as a single body with three sets of holes. The night was long. The sounds were endless. The fire dimmed. The moon crossed the sky.

By dawn, all three women were unconscious.

They lay in a pile. Naked. Covered in seed and spit and piss and dirt. Their bodies were marked. Their holes were gaping. Their eyes were rolled back. Their tongues were out. They were breathing. Barely. The healing magic kept them alive. Kept them sane. Kept them ready for the next night.

Raven stood over them.

He stretched. He cracked his neck. He walked to the fire. The old man was awake. His pipe was lit. His face was pale. He had heard everything.

"Good morning," Raven said.

The old man said nothing. He puffed his pipe. He looked at the ruined women. He looked at the boy, still sleeping. He looked at Raven.

"I have seen many things on the road," the old man said. "War. Plague. Famine. But I have never heard anything like that."

"You haven’t heard a man love his wives?" Raven said.

The old man puffed his pipe.

"Is that what that was?" he asked.

Raven smiled.

The second night was worse.

They had reached a wayside inn. A ramshackle building on the trade road. The old man slept in the stable with the boy and the horses. Raven rented a single room. He took all three women upstairs.

The innkeeper heard the sounds.

She heard the screaming. The crying. The wet, slapping rhythm. The muffled moans. The begging. She heard the bed break. She heard the wall crack. She heard a woman’s voice—deep, corrupted, barely human—screaming "MASTER" over and over and over.

She did not knock.

No one knocked.

By morning, the room was destroyed. The bed was kindling. The mattress was a swamp of fluids. The walls were cracked. The window was broken. The floor was warped. Three women lay in the wreckage. Raven was dressed. Composed. He paid the innkeeper double.

The innkeeper took the gold without a word.

On the third day, Raven noticed the pregnant woman’s belly.

It had grown.

Not slightly. Enormously. She had been showing a seven-month belly when they left the village. Now she looked ready to burst. The skin was stretched taut. Shiny. The silver lines were deeper. Her navel was popped outward. Her heavy tits had swelled further. They were engorged. The nipples were dark. Stiff. Leaking thin, clear fluid. Her walk was a waddle. Her back ached. Her ankles were swollen.

Raven looked at her belly.

He pressed his hand against it. He could feel the parasite. It was large now. It filled her womb. It was active. It moved. Not like a baby. Like a creature. A demonic entity growing inside a human vessel.

He pulled his hand away.

He looked at her pussy.

It was swollen. Dark. The lips were thick. The entrance was gaping. The parasite had changed her body. Her cervix was lower. He could feel it when he fucked her. The barrier between his cock and the parasite was thin. Too thin.

"No more," he said.

The pregnant woman looked up. Her eyes were desperate. Hungry. Corrupted.

"No?" she whispered. "No what, master?"

"No more pussy for you," he said. He pointed at her belly. "If I fuck your cervix long enough, the child will come out. And I don’t want it to come out until I am able to do what I want with it. Until we reach the capital. Until I have what I need."

Her face fell.

She trembled. Her hands went to her belly. She stroked it. She looked at him with those dark, broken eyes. The craving was visible. She wanted his cock. In her pussy. In her womb. The parasite made her constantly hungry for it. It vibrated. It stimulated her. But it was not his cock. It was not his seed. It was a substitute. A poor one.

"But master—" she whispered. "I need— the parasite— it makes me— I am always hungry— please—"

"Ass," he said. "Mouth. Tits. That is what you get. Until I say otherwise."

She trembled.

She bowed her head.

"Yes, master," she whispered.

But her eyes were wet. Her lips were trembling. Her pussy was gushing. The parasite vibrated. She was in constant arousal. Constant denial. She was being punished. And she did not understand why. She was his vessel. His incubator. She wanted to serve. She wanted to be filled. And he was denying her the only thing that satisfied the parasite’s hunger.

She cried.

Silently. While he fucked her ass. While he fucked her mouth. While he fucked her tits. She cried. Because her pussy was empty. Because the parasite was vibrating. Because she was a corrupted, broken, bred woman who could only find peace with his cock in her womb.

He fucked her ass for an hour that night.

He fucked her mouth for thirty minutes.

He fucked Vess’s pussy for twenty.

He fucked Juhi’s ass until she bled.

He came on all three of them. Their faces. Their tits. Their bellies. He marked them. He claimed them. He trained them.