"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.
