The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A
A story in the Fantasy Ravishment Universe
Under six escalating red moons, a highborn woman is captured, claimed, and transformed by a brutal orc war-band. From ravishment to willing surrender, from iron rings to molten brands carved through her very heart, she becomes their pierced, squirting, eternally orgasming queen. By the final moon she is no longer human; she is the living red moon itself, a pierced and branded goddess of unending climax who births a new crimson sky from her own endless release.