The morning sun was climbing over the waterfall when Raven finally lowered his gaze from the empty sky. He exhaled. The breath was long, deliberate, the satisfied exhalation of a demon who had spent the night claiming six women and had just finished baiting a seventh from half a continent away. He turned.
His eyes moved across the clearing. The grass was flattened in wide circles where shockwaves had hammered the earth. The pool surface was still settling from the last barrage, ripples expanding in broken rings toward the edges. And scattered across the wet grass and shallow water like discarded offerings, his women lay.
Nara was on her back near the rock shelf, her small tits rising and falling in shallow sleep, her thighs spread and twitching, thick white seed leaking from her red cunt in a continuous thread that ran down to the soil beneath her.
