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The empire never slept, and neither did Damien’s hunger for Raven.Eight months after the birth of their eleventh child, Raven was already pregnant again with their twelfth. Her belly had swelled dramatically once more, now a heavy, ripe globe at seven months that dominated her frame. Her breasts were even larger than usual, constantly leaking milk in thick streams, and her hips had widened permanently from years of carrying Damien’s heirs. The heavy steel collar around her neck gleamed under the low lights of the penthouse as she stood on the private rooftop terrace, overlooking the sprawling city that bowed to their will.It was well past midnight. The children were asleep on the secured floors below, guarded by an army of loyal men. Raven wore nothing but the collar and a pair of black stilettos. Her massive pregnant belly hung low, the skin stretched tight and shiny. Milk dripped from her swollen nipples onto the cool tiles.Damien approached from behind, already naked, his thick

Six months had passed since Raven delivered their thirteenth child, a healthy baby girl who already showed her mother’s striking eyes. Raven’s body was still recovering, her breasts painfully engorged with milk, her pussy and ass tender from the birth, and her belly soft yet already showing the first faint signs of swelling again. At thirty-four, she had become the perfect vessel of their empire: wide hips, heavy leaking tits, and the ever-present steel collar locked around her throat.Tonight was their private anniversary. Not the public one the world celebrated, but the real one the night Damien had first claimed her completely as his stepsister whore years ago. They had flown to their exclusive sky villa, a luxurious glass palace suspended high above the mountains, far from the city.Raven knelt naked in the center of the vast master bedroom, the panoramic windows showing nothing but stars and clouds below. Her heavy milk-laden breasts dripped steadily onto the marble floor. Fresh

The delivery room in the private medical wing of their tower was tense but controlled. Raven had been in labor for nearly fourteen hours. At thirty-four years old and carrying twins their fourteenth and fifteenth children her body was pushed to its absolute limit. Sweat soaked her hair, her massive belly finally deflating as the second twin was born. The doctors worked efficiently under Damien’s cold, watchful stare. No one dared speak more than necessary.Raven let out a raw, exhausted scream as the second boy slid into the world. Twin boys. Strong, loud, healthy. The moment the umbilical cords were cut and the babies were placed on her chest, tears poured down her face. Her heavy, swollen breasts were already leaking milk in thick streams, soaking the newborns instantly.Damien stood beside the bed, one hand gripping hers tightly, the other resting on her sweat-covered forehead. The diamond collar around her neck gleamed even under the harsh hospital lights.“You did it again,” he w

The empire never rested, but midnight belonged solely to them.It started as a new ritual three weeks ago, born from one particularly intense night when Raven, now heavily pregnant with their seventeenth child, had woken Damien at exactly 12:00 AM with her face between his legs, begging to be used. Since then, it became law in their penthouse. Every single night at midnight, no matter how late the meetings ran, no matter how exhausted she was from carrying their growing legacy, Raven would crawl to him.Tonight was no different.The massive digital clock on the wall clicked over to 12:00. The city lights twinkled far below like distant stars paying tribute. Raven, eight months pregnant with their seventeenth child, slipped out of the silk sheets. Her body had become even more obscene with this pregnancy her belly was a gigantic, tight dome, stretched so large that her navel had popped out completely. Her breasts were swollen to ridiculous proportions, constantly leaking thick streams

Raven turned thirty-five today.The number felt heavy on her tongue as she stood in front of the full-length mirror in their private suite. Fifteen children. Seventeen pregnancies counting the one currently stretching her body. Her belly was massive again at seven months with their seventeenth child. The skin was tight and shiny, covered in fresh stretch marks that Damien loved to trace with his tongue. Her breasts had grown even heavier, constantly leaking milk in slow, warm trails down her swollen curves. The diamond collar around her neck caught the soft lighting, sparkling as a permanent reminder of her place.Today wasn’t a public celebration. No galas, no empire events. Damien had cleared the entire top three floors for them alone. The children were with their nannies on the lower levels. Tonight belonged only to the twisted ritual that had defined her life since she was a young stepsister who fell completely.Raven waited on her knees in the center of the candle-lit master bedr