Before he could finish—
A horn sounded.
Not close. Far. But loud. A deep, resonant blast that cut through the night. Then another. And another. Then screaming.
"WAKE UP! WE ARE UNDER ATTACK!"
The voice was distant. Panicked. Male. It carried across the camp, tearing through the canvas walls of the tent.
Raven paused.
He sighed. A long, drawn-out exhalation of genuine annoyance.
"Ah," he said. "I was having fun."
He looked down at the two sisters. They were trembling. Lena's eyes were wide—suddenly alert, suddenly terrified. Vess's body had gone rigid. The commander in her was responding to the call of battle, even through the haze of fucking and the insignia and the gag.
They tried to lift themselves.
Lena's arms shook. She pushed herself up. Her ass was gaping. Seed poured from her as she moved. She gasped. The pain in her bowels was white-hot. She clenched involuntarily. More seed leaked. She whimpered.
