Chapter 423: Chapter 423- Taking away Preet from this World

The insignia pulsed.

Bright.

Forcing the orgasm through her for the fifth time tonight — the magic taking her body’s accumulated arousal and releasing it all at once — and she collapsed, face-first, ass still up.

"Snniiiiff— haaa..." The shaking, exhausted, demolished breath of her. "...I love that sound..." The wet, bubbling sound of seed and arousal escaping. "...The sound of my marriage dying..."

She said it quietly.

To the flower petals.

1:35 AM — 4 hours 55 minutes

He stood over her.

She turned.

Immediately.

Not because he told her to. Because her body knew what standing over her meant and had developed its own response to it.

She crawled forward on her elbows.

Ass still raised.

Face moving toward him.

"Chup... chup... chuuuuwup—♡" Her mouth finding him. Her bangles cold against the ruined sheets. "Master’s cock... even after so much... still so heavy... I’m so grateful..."

She looked up at him.

"Thank you," she said.

The words.

Simple. Honest. The specific, fractured, genuine gratitude of a woman addressing the person who had dismantled her.

"Thank you for ruining my wedding night."

He grabbed her hair.

Turned her face toward Suresh.

Toward the groom on the floor — the cream sherwani, the bound wrists, the stone at his ankles, the wet face, the open eyes, the erection that had not left and which he had stopped being ashamed of approximately an hour ago.

"Look at your husband," Raven said.

She looked.

"Heehet..." The broken laugh arriving at the sight of him. "...Heehehihik..." She couldn’t stop it. "...Keeheet..."

She looked at Suresh’s face.

At the specific, compressed, interior devastation of it.

"Look, husband," she said. Fourth time. Her voice the voice of a woman who was no longer managing anything. "Your wife is happier than she has ever been."

The tears running while she said it.

"Covered in his seed... gaping... leaking... branded..." The pink insignia pulsing above her mound. "...I love you, Master," she said. To Raven. Looking at Suresh when she said it. "I love your cock more than I ever loved anything I was supposed to love."

Suresh’s jaw worked against the gag.

His eyes.

The specific, precise, sharp-eyed devastation of a kind man arriving at a final understanding.

He stopped struggling.

Not acceptance.

The specific, hollow, complete stillness of a man who has finished.

She turned back to Raven.

Her face tipped upward.

The ahego expression fully formed — tongue out, eyes half-rolled, the broken, devastated, genuinely-arrived-at expression of a woman who had traveled the full distance from a family with opinions about embroidery to this.

Raven stood over her, his heavy, still-hard cock glistening with their mixed fluids.

Preet looked up at him with pure, cock-drunk devotion, her face already painted with his latest load.

He looked down at her cum-covered tits and casually slapped the left one — hard. The heavy, milk-leaking breast rippled obscenely from the impact.

"AAAIEEEEE~!!" Preet cried out sharply, hugging her stinging tit with both arms, tears instantly spilling down her cheeks. She squeezed the soft, abused flesh against herself, milk squirting between her fingers as she stared up at him with wet, submissive eyes.

"Show me," Raven ordered coldly.

Preet whimpered pathetically, her body trembling. Still crying, she nodded like an eager bitch and rolled onto her back.

She spread her thick, chubby thighs wide apart — obscenely wide — knees bent and pulled back until her feet were near her head, fully exposing her ruined crotch in the most degrading frog position.

Her expression was that of a completely broken bitch in heat: tongue hanging out, eyes crossed, drooling, cheeks flushed dark with shame and lust.

"Haa... haaa... Shiiiiiiiik—♡ Master... look... look at your slave’s filthy married holes..." she gasped.

She reached down with both hands, pressing hard on her soft, cum-bloated belly. The pressure made her pussy and ass convulse.

A thick, obscene gush of Raven’s white seed poured out of her in heavy, ropey spurts — splattering onto the sheets between her spread legs.

Her pussy was a complete wreck: once-modest and neatly trimmed, now a hairy, puffy, swollen mess.

The darkest brownie outer lips were bloated and gaping open, the pink inner folds visible and twitching, matted with thick pubic hair glued down by layers of cum and squirt.

Her clit was engorged and throbbing visibly.

Just below, her asshole was even worse — a loose, dark, twitching gape that refused to close, winking slowly as more cum bubbled and leaked out.

Preet gasped loudly, tongue lolling further out as she watched her own holes betray her. "Hnnngh— haaa... look how much Master pumped into me... my hairy Indian cunt is ruined... it’s a sloppy cum-dump now... my ass is farting your seed... Shiiiiiiiik— so disgusting... so exciting...♡ Hoooot... hnghh... I’m such a filthy pig..."

She leaned forward slightly in her frog position and extended her tongue, desperately licking at the cum dripping from her own pussy, slurping loudly like a depraved animal. "Chup... chup... Master’s cum... so thick... so tasty... from my own whore holes... chuuuuwup—♡"

Raven turned his head toward Suresh, who was still bound and watching from the floor.

"Clean it," he commanded Preet.

Without hesitation, the once-respectable bride dropped onto all fours and crawled toward Raven like an obedient bitch. Her heavy tits swayed and dragged along the floor, leaking milk. She reached his cock, nuzzled her face against it lovingly, and began licking every inch with long, sloppy strokes — from balls to tip — while staring straight at her husband the entire time.

"Heeheet... heehehihik... keeheet..." Broken giggles spilled from her as she worshipped the cock that had destroyed her marriage. "Look, husband... your pure Preet is licking another man’s cock like a street bitch... chup... chup... chuuuuwup—♡ It tastes so good... better than your kisses... I’m ignoring you completely... this cock is my everything now..."

She shifted into a full frog position again right in front of Suresh — legs spread as wide as physically possible, ass raised high, back arched. Her gaping pussy and asshole were pointed directly at her husband, both holes still leaking thick globs of Raven’s seed onto the floor. She kept sucking and licking Raven’s cock noisily, moaning around the shaft.

Suresh’s eyes bulged in horror and rage as he watched his wife’s ruined ass twitch and fart out more cum. He finally broke, yelling through the gag, struggling violently.

"Mmmhh—!! You bastard— I’ll kill you! You don’t know who I am! I will— I’ll destroy you—!!"

Raven rested one hand casually on Preet’s head, guiding her deeper onto his cock as she continued slurping and moaning muffled praises. He looked at Suresh with a bored expression.

"You should be lucky that I’m satisfied with this woman," he said calmly. "Or else I would have even fucked your mother tonight. Bent her over right next to your aunties and filled her too."

Suresh’s eyes widened in pure shock and horror, tears of helpless fury streaming down his face.

Raven smiled faintly. "Whatever. I definitely don’t want to ruin people in ways they cannot recover from. So... I am going to wipe out the existence of Preet from your world."

Preet heard every word but didn’t stop. She only moaned louder around Raven’s cock, sucking sloppier, gagging herself eagerly. "Mmmph—! Mmmphhh—♡ Gluuuurk— chuuuuwup— Yes Master— take me— erase your worthless slave wife— hnnngh— make me disappear— I don’t want to be Preet Mehta anymore— I just want to be your cock-sleeve— Oook... oot... looove... you... Maaasssteeer—♡"

Raven grabbed her head with both hands, forcing his cock all the way down her throat. "I am taking her."

He snapped his fingers.

The air shimmered violently. In an instant, Raven, Preet, and every trace of their presence vanished from the bridal suite — the cum stains, the displaced petals, even the scent of sex — everything gone as if none of it had happened.

Suresh blinked, dazed and alone on the floor. The bindings disappeared. The next moment, he found himself neatly seated in a chair downstairs in the living room, surrounded by the wedding guests.

The entire function had resumed as if nothing had occurred. The mithai was being passed around again. The shehnai music played softly. Everyone looked perfectly normal — except they were now staring at each other in confusion.

Preet’s father blinked. "Who... who are you people?"

Suresh’s mother looked around, disoriented. "Wait... whose wedding is this? Where is the bride?"

Suresh sat motionless, staring at the empty space where his wife should have been. His sherwani was clean. His lap was dry. There was no sign that Preet Mehta had ever existed in their lives.

Only the faint, phantom sound of broken, ecstatic moaning echoed in the deepest corners of his mind.

"Shiiiiiiiik—♡ Master... your cock... more... I’m your forever whore... HEEHEEHEEHIK—!! I— !"