She knew the word. The word of her species. The word a succubus said to no one, the surrender-word of the deep courts, that a hundred generations of her line had died refusing.
Pah. Pah. Pah.
He stopped. Deep inside her, perfectly still, throbbing, and the absence of motion was worse than any thrust had been.
"Say it, Velutha."
Her whole body shuddered. Six hundred years. Her mothers. Her courts. The General who had bred and dispatched her.
"Vazh... khellai... rhu'AKASH..."
The word left her mouth like a soul leaving a body.
And Raven took her hips in both hands and gave her everything.
PAAH! PAAH! PAAAH!
"HYAAAAAAH...!! R-RHU'AKASH...! THIS ONE'S MASTER...! THIS ONE'S MASTER, YES, FLOOD THIS ONE, RUIN THIS ONE, MASTER, MASTER, RHU'AKAAASH...!!"
