Chapter 44 - Designating the First Whore Wife Position

His eyes roamed over her body with obvious hunger—taking in her stretch marks, the slight sag of her breasts, the soft pouch of her belly, the dark hair between her legs that was matted with her own arousal.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "Forty-six years old. Stretch marks from carrying a kid. Hairy. Sweaty. Your body showing every single year you’ve lived."

Each word was like a knife, cutting into her already fragile sense of self-worth.

Hana’s lips trembled, fresh tears welling up even through her cum-drunk haze.

"And it’s perfect," Raven continued, his hand reaching down to trace one of the stretch marks on her belly. "You know why? Because this body has ’lived’. It’s been used. It’s been through hell and survived."

His hand moved lower, fingers brushing through her pubic hair.

"Your husband was an idiot. He had a breeding mare at home—thick thighs, wide hips, massive tits—and he ignored it all to fuck some skinny prostitute next door."

He grabbed her inner thigh, squeezing the soft flesh hard.

"But I see you for what you are, Hana. You’re not some delicate flower that needs to be handled gently. You’re a woman who’s been broken down and beaten and degraded so many times that you’re beyond caring anymore."

His fingers found her pussy, two digits sliding easily into her soaking entrance.

"’Ahhh’—!"

"And that makes you the perfect whore wife for me."

The words sent another jolt through Hana’s system—shame and arousal mixing together in a toxic cocktail that made her head spin.

’Whore wife.’

Not just a whore. Not just a wife.

Both.

Combined into something degrading and possessive all at once.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers involuntarily, her body betraying her even as her mind recoiled from the label.

Raven’s other hand moved to her breast, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

He twisted it roughly, making her cry out.

"Your thick pussy needs a thick cock," he said matter-of-factly. "Your husband’s pathetic excuse for a dick couldn’t satisfy you. That’s why you’re so desperate now. That’s why you came just from tasting my cum."

He pumped his fingers in and out of her, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.

"’Slch’—’slch’—’slch’—"

"Tonight is our wedding night, Hana. And I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. Like you’ve ’needed’ to be fucked for years."

Hana’s eyes widened, her cum-glazed mind struggling to process his words.

Wedding night? What was he—

But before she could form a coherent thought, she noticed something.

Something that made her blood run cold despite the heat consuming her body.

His cock.

It was... growing.

She could see it happening in real-time—the shaft thickening, lengthening, the veins becoming more pronounced.

From seven and a half inches to eight.

Eight to eight and a half.

Still growing.

’That’s not possible,’ she thought frantically. ’That’s not—men don’t—’

[DETECTED TARGET MARKED FOR BREEDING]

[WOMB PENETRATION NEEDED TO MOLD THE TARGET]

[INCUBUS BLOODLINE TRIGGERS: COCK SIZE ADJUSTMENT]

[NEW SIZE: 9 INCHES]

The screen appeared in front of Raven’s eyes—invisible to Hana, who only saw him smirk at something she couldn’t perceive.

Raven looked down at his transformed cock with obvious satisfaction.

Nine inches of thick, intimidating masculine flesh. Veined and rigid and absolutely monstrous compared to what Hana’s body was used to.

His perk as an incubus—the woman who received his cum would be marked, and his cock would adjust based on her body type.

For Hana’s thick, maternal body... nine inches was perfect.

Long enough to reach her womb. Thick enough to stretch her completely.

Exactly what she needed whether she knew it or not.

He moved between her legs, his hands grabbing her thick thighs and spreading them wider.

Hana’s eyes were fixed on his cock, her mind unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

"W-wait," she stammered, her voice high and panicked. "That’s—that’s not—it wasn’t that big before—"

"Accept your new husband’s cock," Raven said simply, positioning himself at her entrance.

The swollen head pressed against her puffy labia, which were slick and glistening with her arousal.

"This is our first wedding night together. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it."

"No—wait—something’s wrong—" Hana tried to push herself backward, tried to crawl away.

Her thick body moved clumsily, scrambling backward on the bed like a panicked animal.

She got halfway up on her hands and knees, her massive ass raised in the air, when—

Raven’s hand shot out, grabbing her ankle.

He ’yanked’.

"’Ah’—!"

Hana’s body slid forward, her arms giving out from under her. She fell face-first into the pillow, her ass still raised, her pussy completely exposed and vulnerable.

The position was obscene—showing everything. Her thick ass cheeks spread slightly by gravity, revealing the dark pucker of her asshole. Her pussy lips swollen and parted, her entrance visibly clenching.

Raven moved forward, covering her body with his own.

His chest pressed against her back, his weight pinning her down completely.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape.

Could only feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles, and—god—the thick steel rod of his cock resting in the valley between her ass cheeks.

It felt like a weapon. Like something designed to hurt her.

"Please," Hana whimpered, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Please it’s too big—it won’t fit—you’ll break me—"

Raven’s lips found her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"You’re my whore wife now, Hana," he whispered, his voice dark and possessive. "And whore wives take their husband’s cock. No matter how big. No matter how much it stretches them."

His hips shifted, the head of his cock dragging down from her ass to press against her entrance.

"Your thick pussy was made for thick cock. Stop fighting it. Stop pretending you don’t want this."

"I don’t—I can’t—"

But even as she protested, her body betrayed her.

Her hips tilted back slightly, unconsciously offering herself. Her pussy clenched and released rhythmically, trying to draw him in.

The aphrodisiac effect of his cum was still coursing through her system, making every nerve ending hypersensitive, making her body demand what her mind rejected.

"You’re going to scream tonight," Raven continued, his hand moving to grip her hip. "You’re going to scream and moan and beg like the dirty bitch you are. And tomorrow, you’re going to wake up sore and used and ’satisfied’ for the first time in decades."

His other hand reached up, tangling in her hair and turning her head slightly so he could see her profile.

Tears streaming down her face. Lips parted and trembling. Eyes wide with fear and arousal in equal measure.

"Let yourself become what you were always meant to be—a bitch who is exclusive to this cock. Mine. Only mine."

And then he thrust forward.

Hard. Deep. Brutal.

Nine inches of thick cock spearing into her in one single, devastating stroke.

Her pussy stretched—’stretched’—her walls forced apart by his girth, spreading wider than they’d been in over two decades.

Wider than when she’d given birth, because at least then her body had been ’prepared’, had been softened by hormones and labor.

Now it was just raw penetration, her dry—no, ’wet’, so fucking wet—but unprepared entrance forced to accommodate him.

The head of his cock punched through resistance after resistance, pushing deeper and deeper until—

It kissed her cervix.

Pressed against the entrance to her womb, that place that should be sacred and protected but was now being battered by a stranger’s cock.

"’’’IAAAÀNGHHHH~~!!!’’’"