He chuckled.

His voice was in her ear. His breath was hot.

"Does it really?" he said. "Or does your body love it?"

She sobbed.

"Yes—!" she gasped. "Yes—! Your cock is too big—! It is stretching me—! It is ruining me—!"

He kissed her.

His mouth sealed her cries. His tongue pushed in. He fucked her mouth with his tongue while he fucked her pussy with his cock. She tasted him. Oil. Salt. Something else.

He pulled back.

"Your pussy will become too stretched for a normal man to fuck you," he said. His hips never stopped. PAH PAH PAH. "After me. No other cock will fill you. No other man will satisfy you. You will be mine. Only mine."

She trembled.

"What—?" she whispered. Her eyes were wide. "What did you—?"

He kissed her again.

Harder. Deeper. His tongue claimed her. His cock claimed her. She was full. So full. Her eyes rolled back. Her tongue was out. Her body was arching.

"Please do not leave me," she sobbed. The words broke against his lips. "Please—! Do not leave me—! I need you—! I cannot—!"

She became desperate.

Her arms went around his neck. She pulled him close. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She locked them. Her ankles crossed behind his back. She held him. Trapped him. She would not let him go. She would not let him pull out. She would not let him leave.

"Please—!" she cried. "Please stay inside me—! Please—! Fuck me—! Harder—! Please—!"

He came lower.

He pressed his weight onto her. His chest on her chest. His stomach on her stomach. His cock deep in her womb. He held her. He fucked her. Slow. Deep. Each thrust grinding against her clit. Each thrust pressing the head against the back of her womb.

"Yeah," he murmured. "I will not leave you. I will never leave you."

He massaged her boob.

His hand found her right breast. He squeezed. He kneaded. The oil made it slick. His fingers slid over her skin. He pinched her nipple. He twisted. He pulled. He rubbed oil over her chest. Over her stomach. Over her hips.

He fingered her pussy.

His other hand went between them. He found her clit. Swollen. Exposed. He rubbed. Fast. Circles. His fingers were slick with oil. The sensation was electric. Too much. Overwhelming.

"Ah—! Hngh—! Please—! I can feel—! Something—! AAH—!"

She squirted.

Juices sprayed from her pussy. Clear. Hot. They hit his stomach. His chest. Her own belly. The oil and the squirt mixed. It ran down her ass. It pooled on the stone. She gasped. Her body convulsed. Her back arched. Her eyes were wide.

He came off his seat.

He pulled out. He stood. He looked down at her. At her oiled, glistening, squirting body. At her gaping pussy. At the cum and oil and juice that poured from her.

She gasped.

She looked up at him. Her chest heaved. Her breasts rose and fell. The oil shone on her nipples. On her stomach. On her thighs.

"By the way," she said. Her voice was breathless. "Where are we?"

He chuckled.

"In a forest," he said. "Near the capital. Hidden."

She stood.

She tried to. Her legs were weak. She wobbled. She caught herself on the cave wall. Her body was a mess. Oiled. Fucked. Sore. She looked at him. At his cock—still hard. Still enormous. Still leaking.

"I need to go," she said. "To the knight training. The selection. I need to—"

He pulled her down.

His hand shot out. He grabbed her wrist. He yanked. She fell. Her body collapsed onto his. He was sitting on the stone. She landed in his lap. His cock pressed against her ass. She gasped. She looked at his face. At his violet eyes.

"Aren’t you too hardworking?" he said. His hand went to her ass. He squeezed. He kneaded the firm cheek. "You just got fucked by a devil. Your body is ruined. And you want to go swing a sword?"

She trembled.

"I need to become a knight," she said. Her voice was small. "It is all I have ever wanted. All I have ever trained for. I cannot— I cannot just—"

He chuckled.

He pulled her closer. His face was inches from hers. His cock was hot against her ass.

"There is another way," he said. "For me to appoint you as one."

She blinked.

"How?" she whispered.

He smiled.

"Want to marry me?" he said. "Introduce me to your grandfather. We can talk. I can give you a title. A position. A place by my side. No more training. No more platforms. No more men like Goliath."

Sera trembled.

Her heart stopped. Then restarted. Hard. Fast. Thumping against her ribs.

"What?" she breathed. "Marry?"

Her face flushed. Crimson. Her ears burned. She looked down. At his chest. At his cock. At her own hands. She could not look at him. The word was too big. Too impossible. Too everything.

He chuckled.

He lifted her chin. He made her look at him.

"But he would not agree," she said. Her voice was a whisper. "My grandfather. He would never agree. He would never let me marry a stranger. A devil. A—"

"He would," Raven said. His voice was calm. Certain. "He sent me to save you. He knows who I am. He knows what I can give you."

Sera was silent.

Her mind raced. Her heart thumped. Her pussy throbbed. The oil was still on her. Inside her. She could feel it. She could feel him.

"So," he said. His hand went to her hip. He squeezed. "We go for another round?"

She trembled.

Her heart thumped. Thump. Thump. She looked at his face. At his beauty. At his devilry. She nodded. She did not know why. She did not care why.

"Yes," she whispered.

He stood.

He lifted her. In his arms. He carried her to the cave mouth. The rain was falling. Heavy. Cold. The forest was green. Wet. The trees were tall. The ground was mud.

He set her down.

In the rain. She stood. Naked. Oiled. Her body shone. The water hit her. It ran down her breasts. Down her stomach. Into her pussy. It washed the oil. It mixed with it.

She turned.

She faced him. She spread her legs. She bent slightly. She grabbed his cock. She aimed it. At her pussy. She looked at him. Her eyes were wet. Not from rain.

"Seriously," she said. Her voice was broken. "Oh—"

She lunged.

She impaled herself. On his cock. In the rain. In the forest. She cried out. The sound echoed through the trees. She hung in mid-air. Her legs were off the ground. He held her. His hands on her ass. He lifted her. He lowered her. He fucked her. Standing. In the rain.

"Oh Raven—!" she cried. "It hurts—! Raven, please—! It is too deep—!"

She pissed herself.

The urine sprayed. Hot. Clear. It mixed with the rain. It ran down his cock. Down his thighs. It splashed on the mud. She was crying. She was laughing. She was moaning. She was everything at once.

"Ah—! Hngh—! I am— I am pissing—! I cannot stop—! Please—!"

He chuckled.

"Should I also empty my balls?" he said. His voice was rough. "Should I fill you again? Flood your womb? Make you round with my seed?"