Their asses are full of Raven's cum, the maids were left panting on the bed–licking his juices off of each other, or simply relishing in the afterglow of a feeling that they'd never experienced with another man before.
Euphoria was sparking in their heads, and although every muscle in their bodies was aching from the rough animalistic thrust of his veiny cock in their asses, mouth and pussy, deep down they wanted even more.
But alas, Raven had a lot more to do–and the first thing on his agenda after claiming the servants as his own, was confronting Roswalt's wife. At first, he'd thought of talking to the master of the mansion directly, but deciding to leave him in suspense until it was time for him to die, Raven slipped into Rudeia's bedroom right after she was done offering her body to an orc.
From the arms of the snarly orc to the bathroom attached to her bedroom, Rudeia was busy getting herself clean after the unscrub-able acts that she'd committed. But she never would've expected Raven or anyone for that matter to slip into her room and lay in wait for her to come out of the bath.
'A slave collar?' Being inside the room as a shadow, Raven's eyes instantly darted to the orc lying on the bed. A shimmering violet jewel was attached to his collar–the very source of the magic that had turned him into an obedient slave. Yet despite the effects of the equipment, tears were flowing down the side of the creature's ugly face.
After all, it wasn't a man orc that Rudeia had a slave, but rather a young boy who had no clue what was happening.
Moving closer to the lifeless puppet, Raven reached for the collar to tear it off his neck. But a zap of magic shocked him away.
"Fuck..." Looking at the boy all over, the marks on his body, the burns on his skin, and even the strange mutilation of his genitals with piercings–reflected just how twisted the woman using him was. "Seems like there's only one way to free him."
"Y-yes..." The orc muttered, his eyes barely moving to look at Raven's face.
"On the night of your daughter's wedding, I'll come to get you–until this act as if we never met and bury the orc with some dignity," curling his fingers into a fist, he continued choking her. "And if you tell anyone about what happened tonight, I'll give you something rougher than a mutilated orc dick. Maybe it'll be a sword or an iron club with spikes?
Who knows, maybe I'll just leave it to the girls your husband has been raping to decide."
Barely catching what she'd been told Rudeia's eyes fluttered at the edge of her consciousness. But even so, she managed to get a few words out of her mouth before being forced to submit to darkness.
"W-who are y-you?"
"Doesn't matter," Raven responded before kicking her head unconscious.
With everything for the night done it was time to leave the mansion, but despite hoping to get one of the many tasks off of his shoulders, it seemed like he was walking out with more work than he'd settled.
'The Mistress has a lot to answer once I'm done dealing with this family...' Roswalt may have been the rapist, but that didn't mean that the Mistress was off the hook completely. She was complicit in the crime merely by providing him with the girls and even keeping it a secret for who knows how long at this point?
"Maybe it's time to beat some sense into her too," Raven muttered, making a mental note of an eventual meeting with the succubus living under their feet.