Vess screamed behind her gag. Her body thrashed. The rope dug into her clit. Her tits were crushed by the magical bonds. Her mouth was sealed. The sound was nothing.
'LENA. PLEASE. DO NOT LET HIM—'
Raven stood.
He grabbed Lena's wrists. He pulled them down. He pressed them against her abdomen—pinned there, her palms flat on her own belly, just above the bulge of his cock inside her. Her tits were mashed by the position—pressed together, heavy, the nipples stiff and red.
He started to fuck.
PAH PAH PAH PAH PAH—
"AAAAAANGHH~!! HNGHH~!! KYAAANGH~!! HAAAAANGHH~!!"
His hips were a blur. The speed was supernatural. The impact of his groin against her thighs was loud and wet and relentless. Her body was driven into the bedroll with each thrust. Her tits shuddered—up and down, up and down—the flesh rippling with each impact. Her blindfold was soaked with tears. Her mouth was open. Her tongue was out.
He reached out.
His hand found the blanket that covered Vess.
He pulled it.
