"Have you," Raven said, his voice warm against the candlelight, "ever tried taking a cock in this tight little ass?"

Surbhi trembled. Her face was buried in the pillow. "No. I don’t. I have never—"

He cut her off. "Good. Then this hole is mine to break."

Night had fallen over the village. The room was small and lit by three candles. The wax dripped onto the wooden table. The flames flickered against the walls, casting long shadows that moved like living things. The bed was narrow. The sheets were rough linen. She was on her knees at the edge of it, her face pressed into the pillow, her naked hips raised, her thick ass presented to the room.

Raven stood behind her.

His twelve inches lay heavy on her back. The heat of it burned her skin. The weight pressed between her shoulder blades. He dragged it slowly upward, tracing her spine. The head reached her third vertebra. The shaft spanned the entire length of her backbone. It was a map of impossibility drawn in hot, pulsing flesh.

"Look at this," he murmured. He gripped his base. He lifted the cock and let it fall against her skin. The impact was a wet slap. "My cock reaches your spine. It is longer than your back. Do you understand what that means? I am going to rearrange your guts. I am going to fuck your stomach from the inside."

She whimpered into the pillow. "Please— my lord— I cannot—"

He grabbed her hips. He pulled her ass higher. The almond-colored ring of her anal twitched. It was tight. It was virgin. It was untouched. The skin around it was smooth and pale. The hole was a small, dark star that clenched and released in the candlelight. He could see every wrinkle. Every fold. Every tremor.

"Your anal is twitching," he said. "It is afraid. It knows what is coming. It knows it is going to be stretched. It knows it is going to be ruined. And it cannot run. It is part of you. And you are mine."

He positioned the head. The blunt crown pressed against the ring. The pressure was immediate. The flesh dented. The ring turned white around the point of contact. He pushed.

She wailed.

"AAAAAANGHH~!! HIIEEEENGHH~!! NO— NO— STOP— IT HURTS— IT HURTS—"

The sound was muffled by the pillow. Her hands gripped the fabric. Her knuckles were white. Her back arched involuntarily, trying to escape the pressure. The candlelight caught the sweat on her spine. The droplets ran down the groove of her back to her ass.

He leaned over. His chest pressed against her back. His lips found her ear. "You will enjoy it," he whispered. "When I am done. When your ass is stretched around my cock. When your guts are shaped to my size. When you shit and you feel the ghost of me inside. You will cry now. But you will beg for it later."

"Please—" she sobbed. "Please— stop— I cannot— it is tearing— I am a mother— I am not—"

He laughed. The sound was warm. He reached under her. His hand found her heavy tit. He gripped it. The fat spilled over his fingers. He squeezed until the flesh turned red. The nipple stiffened against his palm. He pulled.

Her back arched.

"Ah—!" she cried. "My lord— my tit—"

"Your tits are so soft," he said. "So heavy. So full of milk that never came. I am going to grab these every time I thrust. I am going to use them as handles while I ruin this ass. I am going to squeeze them until they bruise and then I am going to cum between them and watch my seed drip down your chin."

He pushed.

One inch. The ring stretched. The head was dark and slick with her spit and his seed. The skin of her anal turned white around the intrusion. She screamed into the pillow. Her walls clamped down. The heat was immense. She felt her insides being forced apart.

"NNGHH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"

"Your anal is gripping me," he said. "It is trying to push me out. But it is too weak. You are too weak. Relax, bitch. Let me in. Open your guts for me. Your ass is hungry. It wants to eat this cock. It wants to be full. It wants to be used. It wants to be a proper cunt for a demon."

Two inches. The walls clenched. The veins on his shaft scraped her sensitive walls. She felt every ridge. Every pulse. Every heartbeat of the demon inside her most forbidden channel. Her hands clawed the sheets. Her toes curled. The candlelight flickered across her stretched ring.

"Please— hah— my lord— hah— it is too— hah— big— hah— it is splitting— hah— me—"

Three inches. Four. The ring was stretched to a dark, oval shape. The flesh was shiny and wet. The pressure was constant. She felt like she was being turned inside out. She felt like a sword was being sheathed in her guts. The pain was white and hot and total. Her belly bulged slightly. She could see the shape of him under her skin if she looked down.

He grabbed her other tit.

Both hands now. His fingers dug into the heavy flesh. He used them as leverage. He pulled her back while he thrust forward. Her back arched like a bow. Her head lifted from the pillow. Her mouth was open. Drool hung from her lip. The candlelight caught the string of spit.

"Five inches," he said. "Six. You are doing well. Look at your ass. Look at how it is eating my cock. Your hole is stretched so wide. It is beautiful. It is obscene. It is the most perfect anal I have ever ruined. And I have ruined many. Queens. Maidens. Warriors. And now a mother. A flower seller. A thief."

"No— hah— no— hah— I cannot— hah— more— hah— my lord— hah— I am— hah— dying— hah—"

Seven inches.

He was inside her. The ring was stretched around the thickest part of the shaft. The walls were clenched. The heat was burning. She felt full. She felt split. She felt like her body was being turned inside out.

Her rectum was molded around the crown. The veins pressed against her intestinal walls. The pulse of his heartbeat was inside her bowels.

"Sweet as shit," he said. "It is too tight. Your ass is strangling my cock. A mother. A maid. A flower seller. And her anal is tighter than a virgin’s cunt. How is that possible? It is because you have never been fucked properly. You have never had a real man. You have never had a real cock. You have had village boys and dead husbands. Until now. Until me. Until this."

"Please— hah— pull out— hah— my lord— hah— I beg— hah— you— I will— hah— do anything— hah—"

He smacked her hip.

The sound was sharp.

SMACK!

His hand left a red mark on her milky skin. She jerked. Her anal clenched. He groaned. The pressure around his shaft increased.

"Ah— you squeezed me. You liked that. You like being hit. You like being hurt. You are a bitch who needs pain to cum. You are a mother who needs to be spanked. Your cunt is dripping. I can see it. I can smell it. You are wet from your ass being fucked. Your pussy is jealous. It wants to be filled too. But it will wait. Your ass is first."

He pulled back slightly.

Then he smacked his hips forward.

PHAAAAACK—

"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHHH~~~~~~~~~~~!!!!!!~~~~~~~~"