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The Ravens

Welcome to the Ravens! Here’s your cheat sheet to the secret society that ties everything, and everyone, in my world together.

If you’d rather go in blind and let the way the society works reveal itself as you read…

Now’s your chance to skip ahead.

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Still here? You’re about to learn the details about this ruthless secret society.

Ravens: Official male members of the society. Branded with a Raven on their wrist when they are twenty unless they have to serve as a Talon.

Doves: The women in the Ravens. Some serve as a Talon's Dove, and ALL are ultimately married off to a Raven.

Talons: Future Ravens who do the dirty work to earn their brand. They serve five years before they are branded as a Raven. The first four years they take an oath of celibacy other than one night a year during the annual ceremony when they fight to the death and surviving earns them a single fuck and another dick piercing right after. The last year they get to hunt in the woods for a Dove who is theirs to fuck for the year before their respective marriages are arranged by their parents (not usually to their Dove).

The Council: The governing body made up of the oldest living male heir from twenty founding families who control everything within the society.

Velum: Popular club where Ravens go to dance, drink, fuck, and do business without questions.

Graves U: University run by the Ravens with a mixture of Raven families and other elite families sending their children there.

Rules:

Marriages are often arranged with the fathers doing most of the negotiations. The Council can override and make decisions about marriages.

Marriages are sealed with public claimings. The man fucks the woman the way he wants in front of the Society to claim her as his. Talons must also publicly claim their Doves.

Widows are auctioned if their fathers don’t reclaim them… or if their late husbands’ wills say otherwise.

Families who have been Ravens for three generations or less must have their children serve: either as a Talon or a Talon's Dove. If the Talon fails, the family may be excommunicated or killed.

Once you’re in, you don’t leave. Ever.

The police don’t interfere. The Talons handle punishment and enforcement. (And they are controlled by the Sinclairs)

Headquarters:

Outside of Boston in New England, USA.

Established:

Early 1800s

Chapter 1

TATE

I’ve had this woman bound and waiting for twenty minutes, and I’ve fucked a hundred just like her already.

She’s a brunette with a tight body and tits that cost someone a fortune. Currently she’s tied spread-eagle to my bedposts with her ass in the air, and the open mouth gag keeps her jaw stretched wide enough to take my cock whenever I decide to give it to her.

The moaning and pleading are getting more desperate the longer I leave her there. But she knew what she was getting into when she begged me to fuck her. I told her what I was going to fucking do. She’ll get it when I’m good and fucking ready.