He was close. But he had other plans.
He pulled out of her mouth completely.
SKHLRK—
She gasped. Air hit her lungs. She coughed. Saliva sprayed upward. She choked. Her throat was raw. The bulge slowly vanished. But she was still upside down. Still folded. Still exposed.
Raven stepped back.
He raised his hand. Purple light gathered in his palm. The air grew heavy. The smell of ozone and demon magic filled the room. He whispered something. A word that was not human. Not elvish. Not anything of this world.
Something formed.
It was small. Round. Ugly. Violet. It pulsed with a wet, organic light. It looked like a cross between a leech and a seed. A parasite. It had tiny, hair-like appendages that waved in the air. It was alive. Hungry. It smelled of womb and blood and demonic essence.
Raven looked at it.
Then he looked at her gaping, stretched, pulled-apart pussy.
