Chapter 110: Chapter 110 – Showing off Magic

Yuna moved first.

Her body trembled as she rolled onto her hands and knees, the mattress dipping beneath her. Her hair fell around her face in dark curtains as she crawled forward—slow, hesitant, every instinct screaming at her to stop while something deeper and more primal pushed her forward.

She reached the edge of the bed.

And there it was.

His cock hung at eye level. Semi-hard and still devastating—coated in the remnants of everything he’d done to the women lying scattered around this room. The girth alone made her breath catch. Her hand reached out automatically, fingers wrapping around the shaft.

Her fingertips didn’t touch.

Not even close.

“Oh god,” she whispered.

Her pussy clenched involuntarily. Her body leaked—not from arousal alone but from something like fear, like staring over the edge of a cliff and feeling the pull of the drop. She swallowed hard, tongue darting out against her lower lip.

She couldn’t fit this in her mouth. It was a simple physical impossibility.

So instead she leaned forward and licked.

Like an ice cream cone. One long, slow drag of her tongue from the base all the way to the swollen head. The taste hit her immediately—salt and musk and something dangerously, addictively masculine—and her eyes fluttered shut.

She did it again.

Then dropped lower, finding his balls, cupping them carefully in both small hands. They were heavy. Impossibly warm. She massaged them with her palms, feeling the weight shift, and pressed her lips to the side of one in a tentative kiss.

She looked up through her lashes as she worked.

And saw him already moving toward Veronica.

***

“Wait—” Veronica had taken exactly one step toward the door. Her heels clicked once on the tile before Raven’s hand closed around her wrist. “I—the cock—you have to understand, I’ve never seen anything that size—it will destroy me—I’ll literally—”

He didn’t say a word.

He simply pulled.

Her body swung into his like a door slamming shut. The impact made her breath leave her in a gasp—chest against chest, his warmth soaking through the thin ruined fabric of her dress immediately. His arm wrapped around her waist before she could recover, pulling her flush against him.

“Ahh—!”

His free hand found the neckline of her dress.

Yanked.

**RIIIP.**

The fabric gave way from collar to sternum. Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, flushed from hours of arousal—and the torn dress hung open around them like a frame. Her bra—some expensive black lace thing—barely lasted another second before his fingers hooked beneath it and pulled that away too.

Her tits jiggled with the liberation.

Raven looked at them for one unhurried moment. Then his hand came up and grabbed one, squeezing with his full grip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh until she gasped.

“How many men,” he said conversationally, “have you ever fucked?”

Before she could answer, his mouth descended.

He sucked her nipple in completely—lips sealing around the dark peak, tongue pressing flat against it before curling. The suction was obscene. Loud. He didn’t do it gently.

“**Aaahhhhh—!**”

Veronica’s knees buckled. Only his arm around her waist kept her upright. Her hands flew up, one gripping his shoulder, the other pressing against the back of his head—not pushing away, pulling closer, instinctive and shameless.

“I—” She tried to speak. Failed. His tongue was doing something that short-circuited language entirely. “I was—*nngh*—nineteen the first time—”

He switched to the other nipple.

The wet *pop* of his mouth releasing the first. The immediate, devastating seal on the second.

“**Haahhh~!**”

Below them, Yuna kept working. Her tongue traced the underside of his shaft in long, patient strokes, her hands rolling his balls gently while her eyes stayed fixed on Veronica’s face—watching the composed, powerful woman come completely undone.

“At nineteen,” Veronica managed, voice strained, “there was a bully at university. Everyone was afraid of him.” His teeth grazed her nipple and she whimpered. “I—I wasn’t. Or I learned not to be. I gave him my virginity. Thought it would give me *leverage.*”

Raven hummed against her breast. The vibration made her whole chest shudder.

“Did it?”

“For a while.” She exhaled shakily. “Until I realized he was useless. Small fish in a small pond. But he knew people.” Her fingers tightened in his hair as he sucked harder. “*Nnngh*—he introduced me to a gang leader. Real power. The kind that moved in shadows.”

Raven pulled back. Let her nipple drag between his lips on the way out, flushed and swollen and glistening.

He looked up at her face.

“And?”

Veronica’s chest heaved. Her breasts were marked now—red from his hands, wet from his mouth, nipples brutalized and aching. She looked wrecked and she hadn’t even been fucked yet.

“I became his woman. A year. Maybe more.” Her crimson eyes dropped to his, clear and unflinching despite everything. “He was killed. Government operation—I watched the whole thing and realized something. The men pulling those strings were more powerful than any street king.” Her jaw set slightly. “So I found those men next.”

Raven’s smile was slow. “Each time, you found whoever held the stronger leash.”

“Yes.” No shame in it. Just fact.

“And you spread your legs for every single one.”

Her chin lifted. “I did what was necessary.”

He grabbed her other breast. Squeezed until she flinched. “And after me? Who’s next? Who’s more powerful than whatever I am?”

The question hung in the air.

Veronica’s expression flickered.

“Who,” she said, voice quieter now, “would even want someone like me after this?” A pause. Something raw in her eyes. “I’m tired. I want to stop climbing.” She looked at him—really looked, not at his body but at his face. “I just want to *rest*.”

Raven was quiet for a moment.

Then he slapped her breast.

**SMACK.**

“**Ahh—!**”

The flesh jiggled violently, bouncing and swaying as she cried out. Her hand flew up to cover it but he was already grabbing her wrist, pulling it away.

“You’re a slut,” he said plainly. “A *used* one at that.” His thumb found her reddened nipple, pressed. “Don’t you think it would be my loss if you betray me? After everything I’ve built? Though I will kill you before that…”

Veronica trembled.

Her eyes were wet. Not crying—she didn’t cry, had made a decision about that somewhere around age twenty—but her pupils were blown wide and her lips were parted.

“I want power,” she said softly. “Not someone else’s. My own. I’ve always been—” She hesitated. “I’ve always been underneath someone. I want to *stand* somewhere.”

Raven looked at her for a long moment.

Below them, Yuna had stopped licking to listen, her cheek resting against his thigh, hands still cupped around his balls, eyes darting between them.

“For that,” Raven said finally, “you’ll need to become mine. My slut. My slave. Completely.” He tilted his head. “Can you do that?”

Something shifted in Veronica’s expression. The last wall. The carefully maintained detachment of a woman who had never truly belonged to anyone, who had traded herself for power but never *given* herself to anyone.

“Yes.” The word came out firm. “I’ll do anything you want.”

No hesitation.

Raven’s smile widened.

He snapped his fingers.

The air in front of them ’folded.’

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