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Prince Zerah sat in the bathtub, enjoying the amberly scent coming from the slowly burning incense next to him. The lukewarm water felt good after such a long day of lovemaking and even though his body was feeling sore, he wanted more, excited to experience whatever his father had promised to do later that evening. Zerah stroked lovingly his swollen belly, sliding over the faint stretch marks his breeding had provided him with. The midwife had told him he was carrying triplets and from the size of it, he could easily believe it. In a few more months he would be giving birth and the thought of it made him happy. So much had changed in his life and all for the better, yet there was something gnawing his heart and it was not a heartburn given to him by his pregnancy.

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Zerah slid his hand under the water and began to rub his already swollen clit, a task hard enough with his plump belly on the way now not being helped at all by his posture. He could touch it just barely with his middle finger, but it was all he needed. He imagined the old man under him, holding him in his lap and pushing his fat cock inside his pussy, easily sliding in due to him being adjusted to the King’s width. Soon Zerah’s splashing was joined by his whimpers and he arched his back, his legs clasped together involuntarily as he reached his peak quickly. Just by thinking of his father, Zerah had found it easy to come and he wished he could be with him all the time.

Although maybe it's for the best I stay here, he thought. The king had to rule over his kingdom after all and every time they met they bred like the world was ending, glued to each other by sweat and cum of their own making. Their lust for each other rivaled that of the Gods and suddenly a worry had slipped back into Zerah’s mind. Soon he would not be able to be intimate with the King and with his virility, he might go look for someone else. The lukewarm water didn’t feel so warm anymore and began Zerah to shiver.

Maybe he’s introducing me to my replacement? He thought and pulled his head under the water as panic began to overtake his burning heart. He loves me, doesn’t he? He has said it multiple times.

The air in his lungs began to burn and Zerah had to pull himself up. He gasped for air while getting up, clumsily drying his dripping body with a towel before putting on a robe which was only barely able to confine his new form with its strings. There were not that many clothes that fit him nowadays and this one would have to do. The sheer walking to the door and into the hallway made him pant and Zerah had to move slowly, supporting his belly with two hands as he wobbled forwards, but the king was patient, sitting on his throne in the reception hall lost in the thought of Zerah’s tender dark skin and rubbing his loins.

As Zerah walked down the stairs, the King stirred from his daydreaming for the dream right in front of him.

“Come here, sit on my lap, I need to finish inside you,” King Avram smirked.

“B-but this is the reception hall, the servants could see us,” Zerah whispered, glazing around as if they were already there to witness their ongoing crime. He could swear someone was there, but could not see anyone but the king.

“I didn’t ask you to come here, I ordered you to,” the King snarled back, turning Zerah into an obedient servant with a mere tone of his voice. Zerah skittered across the floor as quickly as he could and did as he was told and climbed the short stair leading onto the throne. Settling into the King’s lap, Zerah could feel his hard-on pressing against his rear, begging to be dipped into his holes. He spread his legs and sat face-to-face with the King.

“Good boy,” Avram murmured, “Now lift yourself a little ass, so I can plunge myself into you,” Taking support from the armrests, Zerah lifted himself up and the King freed his pulsing member from his pants, aiming it towards his wet slid and gripping Zerah by the hips before quickly forcing him down on it. Zerah gasped in wonder when he felt his father's cock again, unable to stop himself from moaning. The King’s fat tip momentarily stopped at his entrance but soon slid into the hole made for it. The King’s grip tightened around his hips and he dug his nails into the prince's skin.

"I don't care if the servants see us," he groaned, "I need to have you." The King moved one of his hands to behind the Prince's head, pulling him closer to him, kissing his soft lips, and forcing his wet tongue in. Being inside his wet pussy was worth all the risks in the world and the letters he had sent that day had already sealed their fates. The King's gift was already waiting in the corner of the room, looking at them as the King fucked his son's mouth with his tongue as he had done so many times before. In the darkness of the hall's deepest corner stood a man, watching and waiting for a sign. Stimulated by the scene unfolding before him, he slipped his hand across his fat belly into his pants and began to pleasure himself while his other hand kneaded his nipples. He had come there due to a promise made by the king and he had not been disappointed when he saw the pregnant prince.

Zerah wrapped his arms around the King's shoulders and began to move his fattened hips up and down slowly. In his depraved mind, he had already forgotten how much he had doubted the King's loyalty to him and if anyone could see them. The king had bred him after all and each time they met, they twisted themselves around each other for more, undoubtedly true to their feelings for each other. The fat cock inside him swelled even more with each quivering movement Zerah made and the lust he had for his father seemed to have no end.

The king moaned and began to move his hips in rhythm with the prince, "I have a surprise for you," Avram moaned, "I think you'll like it." Not giving any time to ask any question, Zerah felt another pair of hands wrap around him and grab his breasts, he tried to turn around to see who it was, but a pair of bearded lips bit into his neck, sucking the skin so deeply to certainly leave a bruise. The prince moaned with pleasure as his abuse continued, there was a knowing gleam in the king's eyes as he kept violating his son's inner sanctum while the prince moved his hips in a grinding motion.

The king pulled his tongue out from Zerah's mouth, "Once you've given birth to my brood, he will be needing your services," King Avram taunted, and finally Zerah saw who was behind him. The man had almost the same face as his father, but he was slightly slimmer and had shorter hair.

"L-lord Amram?" Zerah stuttered to his uncle who answered him by grabbing his neck like his father had done, licking the prince's lips before plunging his tongue in too. Lord Amram had ruled the borderlands as long as Zerah's father had been a king, they had never seen eye to eye until the king had asked for him to return to the winter manor, which served as an unmoving reminder of easier times between the two. King Avram had proposed a deal to his twin brother: Amram would gain an heir, something which he had tried for many years now, and in return, they would bury their war axes and become proper brothers once again.

Amram's tongue felt different yet familiar to Zerah and it didn't take long for him to eagerly join him while the Lord kneaded his aching breasts harder than the King ever had. In turns he was tongue-fucked by both, giving them his approval in passionate moans. The king lifted Zerah's rear and Lord Amram lined his throbbing cock against Zerah's ass, nudging himself in steadily as Zerah's was muffled by the king himself. The fat tip plunged past his rim and joined its brother of a another holer in the trespassing of the prince's innocence. When the king's thickened cock slid almost completely out, the duke's bulging member slid deeper within. The feeling of the two passing each other made the prince's holes spread even further and in this blissful state his mind went blank, all the doubts disappeared as his body convulsed in a far more stronger orgasm than what he had ever experienced before, putting more pressure on the thrusting cocks inside him. Zerah's inner muscles clamped down on them and he arched his back while his uncle sucked on his neck and his father forcefully plunged his tongue between his lips. Sensitized by his first orgasm, it didn't take long for Zerah to reach a second peak and his whole body trembled even harder than before. He had never dreamed about being double-tagged, but now it was all he had ever wanted.

Zerah's mind was lost in the haze when the king began to groan again, getting closer to releasing his seed into his body again. The prince's dripping pussy was milking him with all of its force and the king did not want to disappoint him any longer. He roared into his son's mouth and slapped his hefty balls against Zerah's rear one more time while his brother kept pounding into the prince's ass. Feeling Amram's bulbous tip brushing against his sent the final signal into his pulsing balls to relieve them from their creamy load. His semen gushed into his son, staining his insides once again. The king and the son were locked together, moaning and shivering from their orgasms while Lord Amram pommeled into the spasming rim, reaching soon his edge and grabbing the young prince's wobbling belly as he too locked himself into his nephew and painted his insides white.

All three heaved together, unable to pull away from each other even though they were all at the point of collapsing. Zerah was still lost in his haze as the two cocks inside him pumped his holes with more seed, soaking his guts even more.

"The old bastard was right, you truly are a gift from the Gods," Lord Amram huffed against Zerah's neck, his sucking had left it raw and bruised just as Zerah had expected, but the mark he had left inside him was more precious than what was on the outside. The king nodded in satisfaction, knowing everything had gone according to his plans, "Indeed he is and once you've had him, you never want anything else," he laughed and his brother has to acknowledge it too, pushing his cock inside the prince and hearing his muffled moans had done something to him and he couldn't wait for the next day. Tonight, they would have to rest, but tomorrow the king had promised to present them with something even more wonderful.

The next morning, Lord Amram woke up early. He had rested better than ever before and was already ready when the rest of the manor began to stir awake. Last night he had ridden half a day's worth of travel, unsure if his brother would betray him or keep his promise. They had been on bad terms for so long that either option was a possibility, but none of that mattered anymore, in a few months he would claim the prince's fertile womb and have his heir. The heavy snowfall had almost completely covered the roof of the dark brick building when he had arrived last night, but now Amram watched the snow melting outside, the glistening water drops dripping against the icicles they were formed from. His mind went back to a time when he and his twin were playing in their grandmother's winter manor, exploring together its winding hallways and secret passages, getting muddy outside once the snow began to melt like it did today.

The reception hall had looked almost untouched no matter how many decades had passed since Amram had visited it last. All the old oil paintings and the tapestries were still up even though the room had seen some repairs, but everything had been done faithful to the original design. In the middle of the room still stood the same throne-like chair and there sat his twin with a wide smile on his wrinkled face framed by the neat, yet greying golden hair and beard not too different from his brother, thrusting into the very pregnant Prince with such glee Amram had not witnessed in years. Their passionate lovemaking had excited him and even now the mere thought made Amram to pitch a tower. Ravishing the young prince had felt better than anything he had done before, his soft moaning lips against the Lord's own wanted him to breed him like the Prince's father had done. The boy was meant to be bred and by the Gods, he would do it as soon as his womb was empty once again.

Amram feasted in the dining hall alone that morning, devouring his breakfast made with fresh goose eggs and tallow. Last night he hadn't gotten a chance to eat and now his hunger was overtaking him even if his mind was somewhere far away, or rather, somewhere on the other side of the manor, in the room where the Prince slept soundly. After his delicious breakfast, Amram looked for the room the Prince was in and hesitated for a moment at the door. What they had done was wrong and even though he had experimented with his twin when they were younger, they had never done anything close to what they had done last night, but his groin was already decided for him, pulsing with a need that could only be quenched by the prince and Amram decided to knock on the door. He could not hear an answer and entered the prince's chambers without explicit permission.

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The prince was still sleeping, nude, and his back supported by so many pillows that his uncle lost count. The veins of his protruding belly could be easily seen, but what made Amram's heart pound even harder was when he witnessed the marks he had left on the boy's neck still as visible as they had been the night before. It was a sign of his passion he had had for him and seeing them made the denial of his sin impossible. Amram walked over to the Prince and sat on his bed, brushing his hair away from his face to see his bruises better. The Prince opened his eyes slowly, stirring awake with a smile that made Amram hopelessly attached to him.

"Good morning, m'lord, did you sleep well," Zerah asked with innocence in his voice that made Amram tremble with thirst, "Forget such formalities, in the royal line you're higher than me," Amram rambled, unable to look away from the Prince's gentle gaze. No one in their family had such deep and dark eyes, making Amram doubt their relationship. No matter what, what he was about to do was still a sin in the eyes of the Gods and he would have to beg for mercy in the afterlife. Amram slid his hands from the Prince's cheek to his neck, gently touching the signs of his sins and slipping his palm even lower, over the Prince's tender breast. Zerah gasped softly and gave him a knowing smile, "Would you like me to suck your cock?" the Prince asked with warm teasing, "I loved how it spread me last night." Amram blushed and turned his gaze, still circling his thumb over the Prince's rising nipple.

"Avram has trained you well," The Duke couched out, "Does he ever do anything for you?" Zerah laughed, "My father gives me everything I need and I hope I can serve you as well." That damned smile was enough for Amram to pull closer to the prince and kiss his soft lips again, this time he kept his tongue and caressed Zerah's lips only with his own, yet with the same passion he had had last night. The Prince's room was showered with the soft morning light and this time their sex would be as gentle as it was.

Amram planted kiss after another onto the Prince's lips, slowly moving down to his neck and mending his hurt with all the love he could give, until he moved over to his heaving chest, circling Zerah's hard nipples with his tongue and putting them between his lips to gently squeeze them. The Prince's soft gasps echoed in Amram's ears, begging his uncle to take him again. Zerah's large areolas were darkened by his pregnancy, dripping with milk-like fluid as Amram sucked them, giving small licks while his lips were clasped onto the skin. Zerah's eager hands found Amram's thighs and traveled to knead on his already hardened rod, nimble fingers teasing him to release it so he could stroke it. Amram adjusted his pose, bringing his hips near the Prince's pillows and moving his lips to kiss his nephew's belly swollen by his brother's semen. Zerah's belly button had popped out and Amram planted a kiss on it before moving past it and reaching over to his dripping pussy. The Duke guided his nephew gently to spread his legs and kissed his hairy groin, touching the area between his hips and thighs while Zerah's hands unsheathed Amram's cock, the large veins on the fat shaft pulsed with fervor for him and Zerah's hands quickly began to stroke it rhythmically.

With one hand, Amram spread Zerah's swollen lips to reveal his throbbing clit. It had not seen much action since his plump belly had grown to cover it and his uncle was determined to mend that too. His beard tickled Zerah when he began to lick his clit, Amram's tongue moved up and down, building pressure inside the Prince. The King had rarely pleased his son in such a way and the Prince loved every moment, the man licking his nether regions knew what he was doing and showed him unheard gentleness. Unable to focus on stroking his uncle's cock, Zerah gasped again and put his hands over his mouth. Amram circled his entrance with two fingers, looking to enter it as he started to suck on the wanting clit, his fingers moving wonderfully, pressing the top of his opening from the inside, putting more marvelous pressure on Zerah's sensitive nerves so much so that his breathing got faster and faster by the moment. He wanted him to enter, use his cock to forcefully thrust in, and paint his insides with his cream again, but the Duke was not there to impale him, he wanted to please him in new ways.

A shiver ran down Zerah's spine, telling him he would soon come and Amram could feel his signals, moving his tongue and fingers faster, circling around the clit with his wet tongue like he had done to his nipples. With mere touch Amram had made Zerah squirm, his hips pushing against the Duke's head and whimpering with pleasure. Suddenly, Zerah jerked up and let out a loud cry, his thighs almost clamping around Amram's head. The Prince's pussy contracted around Amram's fingers, his muscles sucking them with passion. The Duke laughed, enjoying the sight of a twitching prince.

"A-ah… Thank you…" Zerah whimpered as his uncle kissed him again with his lips drenched by the Prince's juices, "I apologize for not making you come…" he whispered again, ashamed of his incompetence. Amram chuckled a bit, "It's quite alright, boy, seeing you like this has given me everything I need right now."

"… But your shaft is still hard," Zerah stuttered, "Give me a moment and I can take it in…"

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The beautiful early Pearl’s months golden sun shone through the frost-veiled windows of my slowly shifting carriage, yet the dawn's beauty did little to soothe my aching heart. For the last seven months, Zerah had occupied my winter manor, getting bigger each day as my brood grew within him and I had not been able to see him at least for two full moons. My mind kept wandering back to the first night I had claimed him as my own. I could almost see it as if it had happened just yesterday. My angelic dark prince lying on his stomach, grasping for something to hold on to as I crouched over him, slamming my hips against him like it would be my last time, spreading his pussy open with my rod, listening to the cries of his delight.

Sitting in the carriage, I moved my hand over my groin. The mere thought of him had given me a fine hard-on, I envisioned his wet slit in front of me, dripping from the fluids, begging for me to enter it. I took my cock from my pants and wrapped my hand around the thick shaft and began slowly to pump my hand while thinking about his eager eyes and hardening nipples. I had bred him for months, saving my seed just for him and it had been a hard habit to drop. I had not pleasured myself without him and the past few weeks had been agonizing. My cock began to pulse and I stopped, not letting myself release even a drop of precum unless it would end in him.

I let out a frustrated sigh before banging my fist against the carriage’s roof. The young red-headed pathfinder peaked through the window.

“What do you need, my king?” he asked, averting his gaze.

“How long until we arrive?” I barked, had I been able to, I would have kept my son inside the castle, yet keeping his condition secret from the rest of the world was of utmost importance to me, I had to keep him safe so I could have him all to myself. Had someone tried to get him from me, I’d have them incinerated. The thought of him lying with anyone else made my blood boil. Zerah had had his share of willing suitors, starting when he had been a mere child and I had never allowed such things, at first, it was for his own good, like one should protect his kin, but when he had become of age I started to see him in a very different light, which had bothered me for so long. It took me a while to understand, but when he became a man I knew what had bothered me so much. I wanted to have him and stopping myself from taking him had been agonizing and I had kept my distance, watching him from afar, almost slipping when I had seen him washing himself in a river nearby.

Returning from a well-gone hunt on a beautiful hot summer day, I passed the river when I saw him undressing under a willow tree and sipping rather lousy wine. Sweat glistened on his dark body as the sunlight shone through the leaves, painting his body with warm tones. I hid my steed and sneaked in to get a closer look, just a peek I told myself, just one quick peek, and there, behind those bushes I watched him. Zerah’s pleasing slim figure and round ass, his sensual movements looked like he was asking for me to get even closer, daring me to cross that silent boundary between us.

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Did he see me? I thought to myself while rubbing my growing bulge. When the splashing stream hid his body from me I had been more than disappointed, but then I saw him glance around, making sure no one could see him there, and beginning to touch himself, kneading his small breasts with one hand while other played with his body under the glimmering surface. Zerah’s lashes fluttered with lust and I enjoyed the view in secret, freeing my cock from my hunting pants and pleasuring myself with him, observing the ways he liked to be touched yet knowing I could never show him my love.

With silent whimpers, Zerah began to shiver and let out a small moan, driving me wild before getting from the water and laying naked on a quilt he had set under the tree, covering himself with only a small thin cape and falling asleep. By then I had been ready to jump on him, I wanted to rip that cloth and take him then and there. I sneaked in closer, my whole body trembling from the tension, stroking my stone-hard cock as I got closer and closer. The lad must have had a long day since he did not even wake up as I knelt right next to him, slowly and gently touching his dreaming physique. I grabbed his breast and rubbed the dark nipple between my two fingers making him whimper in his sleep while I shifted closer and put the tip of my shaft on his lips, twirling the leaking pre-cum all over them, hoping I could push myself inside.

I positioned my bulky body and steadied myself with the help of the tree trunk, almost getting my fat tip in before suddenly Zerah moved and I had to back away in fear of him waking up only for the young prince to turn on his side, mumbling something in his slumber. I laid on my side next to him and slid my hand between his tights, past the small patch of hair, and between his slit, pushing one finger over his clit and rubbing it with caution. Zerah began to whimper again, raising his leg slightly and I took my chance, nestling my cock between his legs and stroking it across his still puffy pussy lips, huffing against his back and tenderly massaging his clit with my fingers.

Zerah’s whimpers became louder and I stroked my cock faster between his silky thighs until I could feel my balls twitch hard and the red hot stub erupting with my seed, staining the quilt under our heaving bodies. Zerah began to stir awake, interrupting the next stage of my mad plan where I’d claim his waking self for myself. His awakening and my release made me withdraw momentarily before I could act on my more unhallowed hunger, the need to sheathe my sword deep into his pussy and breed him.

Quickly, I left the scene of my passionate crime and returned home like nothing had happened. Whenever Zerah fell back to sleep or realized what had happened before the sun hid my seed into dry staining I do not know and do not dare to ask even today.

My thoughts were interrupted by the pathfinder, “Sire, the Manor is just past that hill,” he repeated, unsure if I had heard him as I had gotten lost in my memories.

“Mh? Good, keep the pace,” I nodded, even with the Manor that close I wondered if I should run, but the less lustful part still talking sense into me talked me out of it. I had to keep up appearances, acting like a wild centaur sensing a mare in heat was not going to do me any favors and might even affect my reign if someone were to find my little breeding toy.

Yet I kept mulling over the thought as the shale roof of my winter mansion came into view, followed by the rest of the dark brick building covered in a thin layer of snow. The carriage stopped at the Iron gate and I got up, walking towards the front doors, excitement brewing hotter with each step as the servants took care of the luggage. The tall hallways of the Manor led me into a staircase covered with snow-white long rugs and to Zerah’s room. I stopped before knocking on the door, imagining how he must look right now, my sweet lover and womb ripened by my seed and swollen beyond belief.

To my servants, he had been knocked up by some lesser royal lady, to be hidden until he was ready to give birth and return to my castle like it had never happened. A shameful deed for sure, but not an uncommon one. They had no idea about the truth, that I had been the one to breed him and how I would do it again and again, keeping him to myself.

I licked my lips, knocked on the door, and entered it before being permitted to do so. Inside the chamber, Zerah sat on his bed, reading a book before raising his gaze to meet mine. His eyes widened from joy and he put his book down immediately. “My king! You're finally here!” Zerah laughed, turning in his bed, carefully shifting himself to sit on the edge, his protruding belly heavier than I had ever seen and breasts sagging from the newly gained weight, almost four times larger than before. His dark areolas peeked through the thin white fabric of his cotton shirt. There was no way he was carrying only one and he had to hold one of his arms under his belly while moving. Looking at that dark vertical line shooting down the navel and disappearing under the loose underwear made me get hard again, but I knew I had to wait, not let him see the desperation in my actions for it would not suit the actions of a king and a father.

Bolting the door behind me and walking over to the wide chair in the corner, I sat down and hailed him over.

“Come here, boy, I want to see you,” I urged and like the good son he was, he wobbled to me, kneeling down before me and putting his hands on my thighs.

“I was afraid you’d never come,” he said, his big dark eyes wide with enamor, telling me all I needed to know. He was mine and mine alone.

I wiped a few curly strands of hair from his face, “Son… I would never leave you, you’re more than enough.” My soothing voice made his eyes glimmer, rivaling the shimmer of the snowflakes outside this warm chamber.

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“How can I serve you, my king?” he asked with a flutter in his heart.

“I want you to focus on me, puppy,” I answered with a grin before adding “… And I want to see those lips on my cock.” With eager hands, Zerah pulled my rod from my pants and began to stroke it with his hands, licking the veiny thick pole with his delicious tongue while moving his mouth up and down and giving it small pecks between his gasps.

“See that, my boy? That’s all for you if you can earn it,” I purred to him as I stroked his slim neck.

“Please, my king, I’ve been waiting for you for so long!” Zerah pleaded. “Then you better get up and turn around,” I ordered and enjoyed the sight of him having to push himself up with all of his strength, his engorged breasts jiggling in front of me before he turned his back to me. I grabbed his hips and marveled at his curved shape for a moment before pulling him to my lap, my hardened cock standing between his spread thighs, getting drenched from his fluids.

Zerah gasped, and his whole body shook from the suspension. His body and mind were all mine to use as I wished.

“Be gentle, please…” Zerah whispered, “It hurts if I move the wrong way…”

“This will help,” I growled and lifted his hips, before slamming my full length into his wanting hole, muffling his cries with one hand. Unwittingly, he began to move his hips up and down while panting into the palm of my hand, my cock stretching his pussy with each thrust as I kissed his back. The sensation of Zerah’s guts made me go wild, listening to my balls smack against his body and the wetness of his pussy sucking in my width. I grabbed his breast from behind and squeezed it, feeling how much it had grown since the first breeding. I wanted to impregnate him again and again, fill him up with my cum so much it would leak out of his precious hole.

“Give it to me, son,” I huffed behind him, plunging him down with force every time he tried to pull up, “Give yourself to me!”

With one squeeze, Zerahs breast started to drip milk and I thrust him down with one hand. His muscles began to contract and a high-pitched cry echoed through the room as I kept moving his shaking hips, his clasping muscles milking my cock with hunger. Soon my roars joined him and I slammed him down for the final time, keeping myself in as my cock blasted him with my virile sperm, hitting the gates of his womb. Wearily, he collapsed back and I coiled my hands over his frail bumpy body and whispered into his ear, “What a wonderful little toy you are.”

When we finally managed to crawl on the bed, I kept him in my arms and we rested naked as I caressed his belly. In a few months, he would give birth to my brood and I would have to wait at least a month before breeding him again. Barely surviving the past two months I had no love for the idea and wondered if I should take another to be bred, but soon discarded such ideas, right now I had everything I needed in my arms and the plans I had in store for him thrilled me almost enough to keep me awake all night.

With him in my arms, we slept well past the next noon and as the sun began to set again behind the mountains of my winter manor, Zerah stirred awake in its absence, mumbling softly. His behind pushed against my groin gently yet the mere touch of his silky skin made my flaccid member harder.

“Damn you, boy,” I whispered to his ear and my words startled him, making him push against me again. I bucked my hips against him while gripping his protruding belly.

“Damn you. You can’t keep doing this to me,” I snarled and clasped my onto his neck, licking it with rising ferocity as I began to jerk my body against his. Zerah’s mumbles and squeaks turned to soft moans.

“I have other duties to attend to, but you need to be taught some manners,” I lashed out between the kisses I tortured his sensitive skin with despite knowing it was all I wanted to do. With a few more thrusts, my cock had reached its full length and I turned to my back.

“Get on top of me,” I barked, and the good little prince obeyed like always. Zerah’s nipples were hard and with his size, it was hard for him to get from his side on top of me. I took his pregnancy-fattened hips into my hands and admired the view. Zerah’s formerly slim body had gone through a lot of changes, giving him fat where there used to be none, but he was still small enough to fit into my arms easily. Laying under him I could see the darkened veins underneath his belly as my erection poked his lower abdomen. As I revered my work Zerah began to massage his billowing breasts.

“Please, let me have it,” he pleaded, his lips trembling from excitement, his hunger for me filled me with indescribable pride. Zerah’s body and mind were truly mine and I would gladly use them.

“Good, I need to prepare you for the evening,” I said with a smile, “Lift your little bum and get ready.” Quickly, I picked an oil from the drawer and poured some on my cock as the prince lifted himself up, expecting me to plunge myself into his little pussy, not knowing I had other plans. I grabbed his hips again with my oil-stained hands and forced him down as I lined my cock with his rear. Zerah let out a cry as my fat tip spread his rim, pressing in with only a little bit of resistance, but enough to force him to put his hands on my chest for support.

“Good little boy,” I murmured, “Take it all in, you’ll need to learn.” Encouraged by my purrs Zerah began to move his hips, allowing more of my fat shaft in.

“You feel so good, take it all,” I continued and began slowly moving my hips more, I had finally claimed all of his holes, a thought which thrilled me almost as much as seeing my son's reddening face heaving from pleasure. As I began to buck my hips faster and faster, Zerah’s eyes rolled back and he arched his back, letting himself sink even deeper into his bliss. My bulbous tip thrusted into him and with each thrust, I grunted as my pace increased. The boy felt so good, spreading open just for me, his rim squeezing my shaft with enough pressure to drive anyone over the edge. Zerah’s body began to quiver and I slammed my cock deep into him to give him one last push. And with that, Zerah let out a high-pitched cry, unable to hold himself up anymore and collapsing on top of me. His squeezing muscles milked my cock enough to make my balls pulse and release my load into his tunnel.

Zerah shivered as I pulled back slightly, leaving my throbbing tip inside.

“Good boy, you take in my seed so well. You’ll be ready for the evening,” I purred and brushed his dark curls drenched by his sweat with one hand.

The final rays of the sunlight had disappeared a long time ago when I sat with my son in the dining room, reposed after our late-noon sessions. In the candlelight, I watched him devour his meals like a man possessed, fat dripping down from his chin as he ate the boar the servants had aged well. Zerah had always been reserved and quiet, keeping himself tidy and constrained. Seeing him lose himself gave me pleasure, I had broken down his barriers and made him something anew. Sure, he still kept himself composed when there were others around, especially servants which was expected of him, but when we were alone, Zerah dropped all resemblances of honor and acted on my command like a good little puppy.

I savored the taste of the black wine and the delicious scents of the meal in front of us for a moment before taking the first bite. The vegetables might not have been fresh, but the spices and cream made them drizzle with taste and as soon as I bit into the boar my mouth was filled with juicy succulence.

“My king,” a small voice reached me from the opposite side of the table.

“Yes, my prince?”

Zerah blushed at my words and stuttered, “Y-you said you had something planned for this evening, may I ask what it is?”

A warm laughter escaped from my mouth. So young, so eager, I thought to myself before giving him a vague answer, “You'll find out soon enough. Now finish your dinner and go wash yourself, I will be waiting for you in the reception hall.”

Once Zerah was done, he came over to give me a small smooch on my bearded cheek before returning to his room, leaving me alone to enjoy the rest of my meal. I thought about my plans and chuckled out loud.

It was no secret to anyone that I wasn’t my father’s real son. My dark appearance contrasted greatly with the fair looks of my siblings and those of my father’s blood. Whoever had been my real father didn’t matter though, King Aviram had declared me as his rightful child and as such, he had sealed my fate even though I had gotten a feeling he had never liked me. I was a reminder of the queen's affair and he had kept his distance, looking at me with disgust on his face whenever our eyes met, which only seemed to be amplified when I dropped my princess attire and took my place as a possible heir to his reign. However, inheriting his crown seemed very unlikely, since I had four older brothers who were more likely to succeed him, and as such I was destined to serve the kingdom by ruling some backwater town when the time came.

The wind outside my room howled shiveringly against the rubble walls of the tower, but the warmth of the small fireplace behind me and the candles placed on my desk kept it tamed. During the evenings like this, I liked to focus on my books, sometimes getting lost in them for so long that the morning sun rose behind the horizon, but right now my mind had been filled by the task at hand. The past few days had been very chaotic and retreating to my room seemed like a relief after a long day of caring for things that had never belonged to me. The queen had left the castle and my father with it, a great scandal, something that seldom happened, and my siblings and I were left behind to clean up the mess she had left. Some of her maids, who were also left behind, claimed she had been so afraid of the Blooming Sea that she had decided to flee not only the kingdom but the whole headland. Where to, that no one could say, but she had taken some of the servants with her along with goods from the treasury, which had angered my father greatly. He had declared a search for her, but as far as I knew, nothing had come up.

I can’t claim I miss her that much. My father might not have liked me, but at least he never showed it explicitly.

The howling wind grew louder, interrupting my thoughts. A familiar creak rang from my wooden chair as I stood up from my study to close the heavy curtains. My fingers traced the velvety surface of the textile. So much had changed when my mother fled the castle and even the promised career as a lord of some small town seemed now uncertain. Whether I had liked the idea before all of this or not had been preferable to the unpredictability of the future I was heading to now. I took a few deep breaths and let the gentle scent of the cedar wood put my mind at ease. Whatever the future might hold for me I would deal with it then.

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I glanced back at my study. Beautifully decorated wooden carvings were covered by multiple books and scrolls, spread all over its surface almost like a blanket only leaving a few spots where one could see the dark wood underneath which conflicted greatly with the neatness of the rest of the room. In search of my father’s approval, I had begun to seek perfection, but this little island was where I could let all the little imperfections spill out. The same sounding creak welcomed me back as I sat down and began to stack different books on top of each other making more room for the scrolls I reached from the nearby shelf. I tried to focus on reading one of them when something caught my eye. Below everything else, there was an open book with a picture of a large older man bending over a younger one. The book wasn’t supposed to be there, it belonged to another collection safely hidden from view, but somehow it was there, and the uncertainty began to fade as other less reputable thoughts took its place. 

What better way to calm myself? I thought before sliding the book from under the pile. I had always liked that picture, it was a copy of a simple charcoal drawing, but something in it felt raw, and seeing it let my imagination run wild. I closed my eyes and licked my fingers, slipping my left hand into my pants and the right one underneath my bound breasts, circling my nipples as my other hand found my clit. It didn’t take long for me to get wet and soft moans to escape from my lips. I thought about the illustration, making it more vivid and lifelike in my mind. I replaced the young man in the picture, arching my back as the old man plowed into me with ferocity, his belly hitting my back with each slam while his hands held my wrists together making me unable to escape. My arousal grew even more as I thought of the man pumping into me and releasing his seed inside, impregnating me no matter how many times I tried to plead with him not to. In my little fantasy, he would breed me every day until I'd be ready to pop.

The increasing tension inside me suddenly snapped when I heard someone knocking on my door. Hastily, I stopped everything, pulled myself and my buttons together, and stood up, wiping my wet hand onto the nearest rag.

“C-come in, it’s open,” I answered with hesitation. It was late and usually only guards and servants moved in the corridors at this time. As the large wooden door opened, I was surprised to see my father in the doorway, waving his guards away as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. 

My gaze dropped immediately and I bowed, “My sire, how can I serve you?” only for him to answer with muttering and grunts. The dark furs over his broad shoulders made him look even taller and even though I had grown up he was still towering over me like I was a child. The king’s heavy steps made the wood underneath them groan as he looked around.

“Sit down, boy,” King Avram ordered and I obeyed quickly, sitting on the same chair I had just moaned in. My father had never entered my room before and everything happening right now was like another weight to the scale of uncertainty balancing inside me. That’s when I saw the slight reddening on his cheeks, the booze he had enjoyed earlier that evening must have done it. The king walked over to me, making me feel even smaller as he observed me with the same disgust as he always did.

“So, this is where you hide every day,” The king said while nodding to himself.

“Yes, my sire, is there anything you need from me?” I asked and dared to lift my chin a little, only for my eyes to meet his piercing gaze, making all the courage I had managed to gather leave me and make me drop my glance again. The king put his stubby forefinger under my chin and lifted my head again, pushing his thumb against my lower lip forcing me to look at him.

“Get up,” the king ordered, and as soon as I got up, he grabbed me by the wrists and lifted them next to my head, muttering to himself, “... such waste…” He was close enough for me to smell the booze on his breath and feel his fat gut press against my breasts when I realized I was still somewhat aroused and my nipples were hard, which he could surely feel as they pressed against his belly even through the wraps.

“M-my king…” I exclaimed, unsure what he wanted from me. Suddenly, the king pressed me against the table behind us making me yelp. His large body was heavy and I had no way to move. He grinded his hips slowly against me, pinning me down even further.

“You helped her leave, didn't you?!” The king’s tone had turned sullen and his movements became more forceful, “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” She’s gone and I have been ashamed!”

“My king, I haven’t done anything! I didn’t know what she had planned! I promise!” I pleaded when he slammed his hips against my body and I felt it, his stumpy member profoundly prodding against me with each thrust. The king turned me around and smacked my body over the table, rutting his member against my clothed rear while holding my hands behind my back with one hand and pushing down my head with another.

“You’ve always bothered me,” he chuffed, “You need to be punished for that!”

“Father… Please…” I pleaded again to no avail. A few of the books fell from the shelf as he forcefully pushed against me, the fallen books thumping loudly against the flooring.

“Spread your legs,” the king ordered while dropping his pants and mine before putting his hand back onto my head, grasping the curls, and pulling. I could only whimper as an answer and do as I was told. He then hunched over me and whispered in my ear.

“That’s a good boy.”

His words made me shiver and I couldn’t help but feel warmth beginning to grow between my legs again. Hadn’t this been everything I had wished for in a way? Between dismay and arousal there was also shame, wasn’t this man my father? He might not have raised me, that job belonged to the wet nurses, but he had recognized me as his kin even though we might not even share blood. The king poured something oily over his member and kept on thrusting against my bare ass making it slick.

“Please… I’m your son,” my voice trembled, but I was unsure whether it was because of the fear or the excitement slowly creeping in, “I haven’t done this before.”

“Better for me to claim you then,” the king growled while hastening his pace.

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled me up. Quickly whisking the books and the scrolls from the table before swirling me back down.

“I want to see your face,” he said, pulling my tunic over my breasts and releasing my breasts from their wrappings, “... and tits.” My cheeks were burning bright red and my helpless whimpers made the king grin.

“I see you want this too.”

The fat tip of his cock nestled between my slit and he began to move his hips again, stroking his stubby member against my already too-eager clit. His large body made the table groan which was joined by my mewling and his huffs. I wanted to feel him inside me and at the same time I wanted him to stop, hoping I was only having a horrible nightmare. Our sweat drops mixed together as his round belly hung under his tunic and slapped against my frail body with each thrust which only seemed to intoxicate him even more. Whatever feelings of powerlessness my mother had left him with had been replaced by the joy of my vulnerability. My father’s hand grabbed my breast and he pinched my nipple between his fingers while his palm kneaded the soft tissue underneath it. Unable to hold it in anymore I let out a high-pitched cry.

“Do you think you deserve this?” the king taunted and stopped, leaving me writhe under his belly in desperation while gesturing towards his loins.

“Yes, please don’t stop…” I begged, finding it hard to focus my eyes on anything “ I need to be punished by my king…”

“You have to earn your punishment, boy” the king snarled back, pinching harder on my dark nipple making me squirm even more while the sweat clung to my dark curls.

“H-how can I serve my king?” I took deep rapid breaths between each word, feeling his throbbing cock between my slit, the large veins pumping blood into it keeping it proudly erect.

The king slapped my breasts and pulled away, walking over to my large canopy bed and sitting on the dark blue quilt, spreading his legs open, giving me a good look at his pulsing fat cock.

“Get over here and kneel,” he ordered. I quickly collected myself and got up before almost crouching to him and kneeling on the floor enamored by his member. His balls were huge compared to his cock, each one could easily fill my palms, but I was too nervous to touch him.

“Good boy,” the king said again, brushing my dark hair, “I want you to pleasure me with your mouth.”

“But… I’ve never…” I objected before to my surprise, he grabbed my head from both sides and pushed his tip towards my mouth, the pressure forced me to open my mouth and the fat member mixed from my fluids and the oil slid in with ease, easily filling my mouth. He pushed it deep and kept me tightly in place, not allowing me to breathe. I grabbed his knees with my hands and tried to pull away but his grip was too strong.

“Use your tongue, boy,” the king demanded and I began to swirl it around his shaft, craving for it even though I had no air to breathe. His thick shaft tasted salty and the oil he had poured over it complimented it with a sweet aftertaste. The shame of my deed crept back into my mind. I wanted him to use me in all the possible ways and like he had said; claim me as his. I yearned to serve underneath him and the thought of that grew the guilt within me.

“Good boy,” the king purred, finally pushing my head back so I could catch my breath before pummeling his member back in, now giving me small gaps to breathe between each thrust. My lips greedily brushed against his generous rod and my tongue swirled underneath it, each time he pulled my head back I could hear a pop when his engorged tip slipped out. It was almost thicker than his shaft and the thought of it entering my hole scared and excited me. To be opened up for the first time by such a magnificent key was everything I had ever imagined. The king moved my head back and forth faster and faster before pummeling it deep into my mouth, letting my lips touch his lower belly as his coarse hairy body tingled my bare face.

His throbbing cock erupted its hot seed inside my mouth, shooting string after string deep into my throat, almost making me gag. The king kept his cock tightly in until I would have swallowed everything he could give me, yet the steadily flowing cream seemed neverending, one load after another I took in as much as I could, but the amount of it forced some to pour out between my lips and his cock. I could feel my eyes roll back before he pulled out and shot one last load over my face.

“You’re such a good boy, but you have not earned this, not yet,” The king laughed with weariness in his voice. He pushed me away and dressed himself before leaving me kneeling next to my bed. Something in me wanted to beg for him to come back while some other part of me was disgusted by the thought again. Maybe he too had been ashamed and sobered enough to realize what we were doing was wrong, I hoped in my mind. A string of his seed was slowly dripping down my face and I savored the taste, disappointed at how quickly everything had happened and ended.

Collecting myself back together took a while, but I finally managed to get up and walk over to my washbasin, giving myself a good wash before returning to my bed and letting my used self fall over the dark blue bedding, rolling over to my stomach and slipping my left hand into my pants, quickly finding my clit and massaging it, imagining my father behind me, taunting me and plowing into my hole. It didn’t take long for me to reach my peak and come. Finally relieved, the dreams took over my mind and in there, I saw him, the king, and my father, making me use my mouth again and again until my belly was full of his seed, making me look almost like I was pregnant.

“Good boy,” he whispered to my ear, “You’re such a good son.”

The rays of morning sunshine peeked through the heavy curtains as the sun began to rise over the horizon. The stress of the past few weeks was gone, but it had been replaced by the guilt and need for something more. The future held no troubles in my mind anymore even though not much had changed since last night. The sudden positivity rushing inside me was interesting and I decided to enjoy it as long as I could, like savoring the last drops of my father’s seed with my mouth.

I began my day in my study, my mind slipping back to the last night every now and then when I tried to make sense of the scrolls around me, writing parchments to keep the kingdom running. There was something needy and unspent between my thighs and I knew there was only one who could help me release it, yet I had a hunch that the king would not want me now, not when he was sober. The last night had been a mistake and we would go on with our lives by not acknowledging it for as long as we lived.

But I wanted him, said a small voice inside me.

Writing on the scrolls became agonizing, the letters seemed to jump in my eyes and my hand strayed between my legs, rubbing the soft fabric against my crotch. Frustrated, I decided to take some of the books back into the library, collecting a few from the floor where they had fallen. The library was far from my father’s chambers and throne, and bumping into him there seemed unlikely, he would have his hands full all day as did I, there was still so much to do, and trying to drown my newly found desires into my work as much as I could seemed desirable.

Navigating the winding corridors with my books proved to be harder than I had thought, but not impossible since it wasn’t the first time I had walked with such weight. I could have asked a servant to do it for me, but doing little things like this felt right. Besides, I liked to put the books back on the shelves by myself, that way I knew where everything was and was able to find them when I needed them again. The rest of my siblings were not as neat and usually left the books somewhere for the servants to collect and shelf them. Finally managing to think about something else than the last night, I arrived at the large hall with decorated stone walls and hanging tapestries decorated with the family sigil. There was no sunlight here to protect the books from wear and small lantern-like crystals glowed eerily in the darkness. Kindling a candle here was forbidden and my father had once cut a neighboring lord's hand due to having an open flame with him while reading. That was the one thing we shared, our love for books and reading, yet I had never encountered him there. The king liked to do his reading in his chambers and I began to think he might have done that on purpose. I could never have stayed in the library with him and maybe he knew it, giving something just for me.

The thought made me smile a bit while I found the ladder and began to put the books away. The shelving had another calming effect on my mind, making me almost completely forget the last night while I put back the old books and found new ones to bring with me back to my tower room. For hours I piled books on the center reading table and got lost between the twisting lines of shelves even though I knew the wooden maze from memory. The scent of old ink and vanilla filled my nose as I browsed the books, trying to find what I needed to finish my next task when I remembered one book I had to get. I treaded lightly towards the right tall stand. The orange book with golden detailing was easy to find on the lowest rack, immediately recognizable from the rest next to it. I bent my back down and crouched slightly to pick it up when I felt something bump into me, a soft fat belly pushing against my rear.

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“Stay there,” I heard the familiar older voice say, freezing me on the spot.

“S-sire…” I managed to stutter before the king reached down and pulled me up, making me drop the book on the floor. His fat hand slid across my neck, gently putting pressure on it before covering my mouth.

“I’ve had a long morning, boy and I require deliverance,” the king whispered before pinning my body against the shelf with his hip, moving them in rotation against my behind, “I looked for you in your room, but you weren’t there.” His palm muffled my words and whimpers when he began to kiss the back of my neck, giving it small nibbles before turning his attention to my ear.

The king teased my earlobe with his tongue, “I need you to be a good boy again,” he panted. This time there were no spirits in his breath, he was as sober as one could be. The king's other hand found its way underneath my cotton tunic and he grabbed my wrapped breast with it, giving it soft yet demanding squeezes as his greased lips brushed against my neck. The forgotten heat between my tights made itself known again and his kneading made my nipples hard, pushing against the palm of his hand every time he pushed down.

“You need to be very quiet since there is no door here,” he whispered, sliding his hand from my lips over my heaving chest and belly before pushing it inside my pants, easily finding my pussy and the wetness within. His fingers pressed the clit, rolling around it with ease as my wetness covered his fingers. The king pulled his body slightly away, giving me more room to stand and crouch my back. I put my hands on the shelves and the rose on my cheeks grew with my silent gasps. My swollen clit stood as proudly as it could between his fingers, throbbing with need as he stroked it, the spreading tingly sensation was all over my lower body and my mind was going blank. I could feel his growing member behind me, his hips rubbing it against me.

“If the servants find us, we will be in far greater trouble than ever before,” the king whispered and gave my ear another nibble, before unbuttoning my pants and letting them drop to the floor along with my underwear, with one hand he pulled his cock free and slid it from behind between my legs, rubbing my wetness all over it.

“Please, don’t do this,” I whimpered in desperation, in my mind wanting him to enter.

“No, you will do as you’re told, I will use you whenever I want to.” His answer held no shame and little care for being found, even though he kept threatening me with it. His strong arms bent my back down even further and I had to grab the shelf where the book had been to keep myself steady. My rear up in the air, I could feel his pulsing tip nearing my pussy, prodding the hole with a frustrating tease, almost entering before pulling away at the last moment.

“P-please, let me have it, but not here,” I begged, “I want you,” my words were filled with gasps when he thrusted his hips forward, his tip spreading my hole slightly more open than before, and letting it stay on my entrance. I tried to buck my hips against him, but he stopped me with his hand.

“Not until I say so” the king answered my silent question before pulling out completely. He then pushed his still-hard member back into his pants and left, not saying another word and leaving my bare ass up and me hot and bothered, my fluids dripping against my thighs. Had I stayed that way even for a little bit longer, few of the servants would have found me, but by the time they came in, I had already managed to pull myself back up and cover myself. Blushingly hiding my face behind the dropped orange book I had been looking for. They bowed as I walked by them and took my books with me retreating back to safety.

The rest of the day I had no way of focusing on my tasks and even eating was hard, but even in the privacy of my room I could not touch myself as his words had stuck in my mind, almost like he had banned me from finding release by myself. Our little game was aggravating, but I wanted to please him more than ever before, hoping he would visit me again before the day ended.

The day slowly turned into a late evening when a servant knocked on my door. I almost refused to answer, when I heard her voice telling me that my father would like to meet me in his chambers, according to her it was about my current task. Just hearing those words made me jump from my chair and get ready as quickly as I could. I had prayed the whole day and finally, those prayers were answered. He might be just teasing me again, but I would take anything I could get even though I wasn’t actually sure if I wanted it or not.

Rushing through the corridors and halls I reached his room and knocked on the door guarded by his men in gold. There was no answer and I knocked again, this time using my whole fist instead of my knuckles.

“Come in,” the voice said and I entered the room which I had never seen before. It was filled with golden and red textiles and scenic paintings. There he sat, on a velvet couch, wearing only his long ivory nightshirt with almost transparent fabric. Unlike his daily attire, it didn’t hide his folds or belly under the heavy layers, allowing me to see everything.

“Tell the guards by the door to go into the hallway and close the door,” the king ordered and I complied. As soon as we were left alone, he looked at me, observing me from head to toe before speaking up again, “I need you to go to our winter manor tomorrow, it needs to be inspected before the fall ends and you seem to be the only one up for the task.”

“Oh? My sire, that would be an honor,” I realized I was staring at his crotch while biting my lower lip and dropped my gaze.

“It is agreed then,” the king said, as if there had been any other choice, “come here, son.”

I stepped towards my father and he patted his thick tight.

“Sit down,” the man ordered, and as soon as I sat on his knee, he put his hand over my stomach.

“It would be a waste to have you rot in some little town, my boy,” he said, “yet I can’t have you here distracting me from my duty.”

“But…” I gulped, “You’re sending me away?”

“Yes and no, I will be coming with you tomorrow, but I can’t stay in the manor with you for long,” the king answered.

“How long will you be staying then, my king?” I asked quietly, not wanting to show him my disappointment.

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“We’ll see, we’ll see,” he stated nonchalantly, “Now drop your clothes and get down, I want to see your ass.” Surprised by his words, yet not wanting to refuse him, I got down to my knees on the rug in front of the couch, removing my clothes and raising my behind towards him.

“Shuffle closer,” the king demanded and grabbed my cheeks, pulling my ass closer to him.

“You’ve stayed wet, that’s good,” he said and began to rim my hole and clit with his fat fingers, I buried my head in the soft rug and my mewling with it.

“You’ve always bothered me, your tender dark body and those big dark eyes have made me consider unhallowed thoughts, but I’ve kept my distance,” his regretful tone made little sense to me, for the past day he had not held himself back and had made me feel things I craved for and despised. “Ever since you came to the proper age I’ve thought about your lips on my cock, and last night you allowed me to fulfill that dream,” the old man muttered, his grin widening as his fingers made me moan more, “Now let me reward you, son.” The king plunged two of his fingers inside my hole, making me let out a yelp against the fibers of the rug, his wide fingers passed between my slit and spread my tunnel open in a way my own could never do. The king reached for his groin and began to pleasure himself, taking in the lovely view and my desperate noises, massaging himself while plugging his fingers inside me. My hips moved in rhythm with his hand, feeling yet again the spreading warmth between my thighs rivaling the heat coming from the fireplace near us and getting closer to my limit and just before I could feel my climax, he pulled his fingers away from me, denying me my release once more.

“Not yet, my little prince, I need you to earn it,” the king laughed.

“Please, I have been waiting for this ever since last night,” I knew my begging was in vain, but in the haze, I could not muster up other words. Soon I would be sent away and would have to wait for him, the mere thought of it made me desperate for his attention.

“No son of mine will be fucked on the rug like a bitch in a heat, crawl to my bed,” the king ordered and slapped my cheeks. The scene of me dragging my wanting body across the floor to his bed must have looked distasteful, my lust melting away all the neatness and pride I had carried for so long longing for him to use me. His manipulation and teasing had turned my mind into mush with no honor. I needed him and would have done anything to be bred by my father.

“Good boy,” the man repeated once I got myself to his bed, walking towards me, his cock peeking under his hairy belly, hard as the rock walls surrounding us. He undressed and crawled on top of me, pushing me down on the bed with his weight, caressing my spine with his lips. My favorite illustration flashed into my head, the old man pummeling into the younger one. I had never imagined even in my most depraved fantasies that old man would be my father and the thought of it made me squirm underneath him.

“T-this is wrong, I’m your son,” I gasped, feeling his weight binding me down no matter how much I tried to fight it.

“And what a good son you have been,” the king moaned to my ear, “and how wonderful you will be once I’ve claimed your womb.” His malicious voice was followed by a thrust between my butt cheeks, like a stallion in heat, he had trouble hitting my hole and almost pushed into my ass, slipping out before managing to get his tip in. The king growled and thrusted again, prodding my wet hole with his tip, yet not sheathing it inside.

“You will stay at my manor and I will breed you until your belly is as big as mine and once you’ve given birth, I will claim your womb again and again,” his growling got more frustrated with each missed thrust, making me grasp his words from earlier; he had held himself back and was now showing his true colors, the man was feral and not afraid of it. The king’s fat belly bounced on top of my back and his frantic movements didn’t help my body feel any less aroused, torn between shame and desire I squirmed away and bucked against him in turns until he bit his teeth into the back of my neck and thrusted in, even with his fingering the tip of his cock struggled to get past the entrance. The pressure made me cry out, but he muffled my protests with his hand. The sudden sensation in my pussy wasn’t painful and as soon as my muscles relented, his whole shaft was deep inside my hole, moving in and out like a piston. Before all of this, only my fingers had explored that hole and now I was being defiled by my own father, pounding away my purity.

The king let go of my neck, “You feel so good, son, open and wet for your father,” his murmurs and warm breath against my skin made any last shreds of resistance fade from my mind and I let him take my body.

“Fill me, I want you to fill me,” I begged and grabbed part of the sheets curling my fists around it tightly. The large bed was heavy, but my father’s movements made it creak and groan, almost echoing with his moans. For his size, he was surprisingly enduring and fast, not slowing down even as my growing climax was coming closer and closer.

“I want your pussy to milk me, son,” he huffed, “come for me.”

Pistoning in with ever-increasing speed I felt the first shock run through my entire body, making a path of pleasure from my groin to my head, before wailing from the bliss I bit into the sheets and my whole body convulsed, muscles clamping down on his still thrusting rod. He didn’t slow down as I squirmed with all of my strength under him, wanting to escape the waves of pleasure I was being hit with. Leaning back, he pulled my writhing body up and sat up, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me to his lap, moving my body up and down while kissing my neck from behind. The pose let him reach even deeper and another orgasm hit my frail body, even more powerful than the first one. I squealed, unable to silence my voice with the sheet this time.

In my blissful state, I begged him to breed me, fill my womb with his seed and the king turned into a servant with a mighty roar. A rush of pulsing energy struck his veiny balls and he pushed his cock as deep as he could, keeping me in place as the flow of hot seed shot deep inside, coating my tunnel and fertile womb with load after load. Not unlike the night before, his seed was plentiful and potent. My eyes rolled back, I could almost feel his sperm inside me, fighting for the luckiest one to fertilize my waiting egg. I thought about how my belly would grow and my father being the stern man he was, wanting to be sure his seed had taken root, impregnating me again and again until it was time to give birth and then he would begin again like he had promised.

The old man’s pouring cum built pressure inside me and I quickly came again, my weary muscles milking every drop. The king huffed behind me, still keeping me in place even though I was about to collapse. After a while, he bent his back and let me lay on his bed, laying next to me, still keeping some of his weight on me as his cock was still neatly tucked inside, shooting a few more large loads inside and going soft. The king brushed my dark curls from my face and kissed me, not pulling out almost as if he was still sure there was more cum left in his balls.

“You look so handsome, my boy,” he said, kissing my lips and brushing my chin with his beard, “We will make beautiful children.”

“I was supposed to have my period in a couple of days,” my voice trembled, “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.”

“Don’t worry, you will love it and experience something not all men can without magic,” There was solace in his voice, something in all of this felt just right and excitement took over any worries about my imminent pregnancy. My eyes began to close and I fell asleep with my father’s cock still buried inside. This time I didn’t have to dream about him, I had been finally accepted by him.

Our journey to the winter manor was delayed by a storm sweeping over the kingdom and we kept our distance, both of our needs had been fulfilled for the time, and the newly seized future was unknown to both of us, which made us distant again. Besides, he was still the king and had to rule while I had other work to do. It took almost a week for the skies to clear up and the roads to be fixed before we could start our journey by carriage. The morning before I stood in my room, naked, watching my slowly changing body. My slim figure had a modest bump in it and my breasts were tender even after I had stopped wrapping them. My nipples were darker than ever before and I knew his seed had taken root, I had missed my period.

The bell outside rang as a sign to begin our journey and I picked up my clothes and bags, making my way quickly to the courtyard, not wanting to keep my father waiting. My father was already waiting and wanted me to sit alone with him in the same carriage. He had hand-picked a few servants to join us and left the castle in the hands of my older brother who was eager to try his hands at keeping everything in order. The carriage was made from bone-white wood and four golden drakes had been attached to it as steeds. My father paid no attention when I got on board and the first hour of our journey was spent in depressing silence. The view around us was made from white trees with red leaves, some of which had fallen because of the storm. That tree was the symbol of our family and decorated every crest in the castle and the carriage. With a sight like that, it was easier to pretend not to notice the silence surrounding us when all of a sudden my father pulled the curtains together and hid the lovely view from me.

“Open your coat,” the king demanded suddenly, “I want to see you.”

Without any objections, I pulled off my coat and tunic, giving him a full view of my swollen breasts and slightly protruding stomach. The sight of me made him lick his lips and pull me from the opposite bench to him, his lips hungrily enclosing mine and he pushed his tongue inside, licking gently yet with determination. I could feel his cock beginning to harden as hard as it had been before and I put my hand over it, slowly kneading my palm against his trousers, the king rewarding my deed with his pleased moans.

“You have no idea how long I’ve needed this,” the king said between our kisses, “Quickly, I need to have you and I can’t wait until we reach the manor.” In his lust, he began to pull my pants down and I pulled his bulgy member out, rubbing it with my hand as his fingers entered my drenching hole. The king pulled me tightly against him and covered me with his kisses before forcing me to sit on his lap facing him, legs on each side, and plunged his cock in. The swaying of the carriage enhanced his hectic movements.

“I have to be sure,” the king heaved, “I have to be sure you’re mine.”

“I’m yours… I’m yours…” I repeated with an almost comforting tone, unsure which one needed the other more.

To my horror, someone on the roof knocked at the window on your left. Not missing a thrust, my father pushed me just enough to be out of sight, still slapping his balls against my cheeks, and opened the curtain slightly. Whatever words were exchanged escaped my mind as the pressure inside me kept building, increased by the possibility of being seen by someone. There was anger in the king’s voice and the only sentence I could make out was “And do not disturb us until we get there, we need to rest!”

The old man closed the curtain again and pulled me back to him, latching his greedy mouth to my breast and began to suck the aching nipple, his cold wet tongue easing the tingling feeling my breeding had forced upon them. Our moans were hidden by the rattling of the large wheels, hitting the gaps and rocks on the road. With one final thrust, he sheathed his cock in again and let his seed fill me. My own peak wasn’t too far off either, my body wanting to milk every last drop of his creamy cum once again. My muscles spasmed against his cock, delivering the prize where it belonged to. Huffing from the release, my father let go of my breast and reached for the bag next to him, pulling out a large thick object resembling his member.

“I need to be sure you keep it in,” he said almost wistfully and with one swift move pulled me up from his cock and pushed the object in. I yelped from the pressure and almost like nothing had happened, he pushed me away again and told me to redress quickly. Our shared moment of bliss was now over. The toy inside me put pressure on me and plugged any possibility of his seed from dripping out.

“Keep it in until we get to the manor, I need time to spawn more,” the king said and returned to his uncaring cast. “But.. “ I objected, still in shock, “I can’t have this inside me all day, it takes hours to get there!”

“You will keep it in,” the old man said without any doubts, “I need to be sure, and don’t worry,” he leaned closer to me, “I believe you will enjoy it.” The taste in his words was sinister and I backed away, letting him go back to his usual self.

Soon I realized what he had meant. The carriage hit something on the road and something inside the object moved, almost making a thrusting motion. The abrupt feeling made me cover my mouth before I could yelp again and the king smirked at me.

“It will be hours until we reach the manor and the road is bumpy,” he taunted with an ever-growing grin. It didn’t take long for the carriage to bump into something again and this time it hit something bigger, making the object move even more. I crossed my legs in desperation, hoping it would ease the sensation the object was sending through my already tense body, but it offered a little help when the next sudden movement happened soon after.

“This will make your ride much easier to handle in your situation,” my father said while the next thump made me climax again. With one hand I steadied myself whilst keeping my mouth muffled. Each bump pushed more sperm toward my already ripe womb and the state of constant orgasm made my mind go into a haze, I think I saw my father touching himself each time I reached another climax, yet this time he was making sure to keep himself from coming, edging himself as close as he could, before suppressing it. He had made his decision and would take no for an answer, not letting even himself slip from his decisions. Even if there was no way I hadn’t been impregnated by him, he would force himself on me as long as he saw fit. The sight of my squirming and the trembling of my legs pleased him, seeing his son unable to stop what was happening to him gave him a feeling of a different kind of control that he could not reach as a ruler where he had control over people, not individuals.

Another orgasm shook my body and whatever magic the object inside my pussy had seemed to only make it grow in size, not letting me adjust to its size. I could feel the tip of it reach my cervix, prodding it with magic and spreading it open with each bump.

“What’s happening to me?” I begged to know and was only faced with more taunting.

“I told you, son. I need to be sure. It will spread you open wide and let my sperm in, making sure you get impregnated by my seed.”

“W-what does that mean?” Trembling from my legs seemed to rise to my lips.

“By the time we get to the manor, you will open for me in ways you would not naturally be. I will cum into your womb, again and again, breeding you until the sun rises again and sets in the west again.” He took a deep breath before continuing, “You’re a dream come true, son. I can give you things I’ve never given anyone else before.”

Unable to think straight anymore, my mind stayed in an unreal blissful state as the magic worked on my body. Each climax felt stronger and there was nothing I could do to stop them. The journey took hours and for me, it was an eternity in unworldly pleasures. As we arrived at the manor, it was already dark, but my father refused to take the object out. Telling the servants with us that I was only tired, which in my weary state rang true, I was too sore to walk on my own. They helped me to one of the bedrooms for rest, not knowing that the whole way there I was coming continuously. My pants must have been drenched in my fluids, but nobody seemed to notice it or had decided to ignore it.

Finally, the object stopped moving and I laid on my bed, finding clarity again. I had never experienced anything like it before, almost hoping it would move soon. The door swung open almost without any sound and my father stepped in, closing it before coming over to my bed.

“You look so beautiful and glowing, boy,” he whispered, uncovering a vial filled with strange liquid in it from the pouch hanging over his clothes. He took a swig and put the empty bottle on the nightstand next to us.

“You’ve been so brave, it’s time for another reward,” the king said, kissing my lips and letting me have some of the drink he had just taken. The calming colors of the room would certainly fade as the weariness of my body and mind yielded, the few drops he had given me began to invigorate me.

“Thank you for making our trip so enjoyable,” I smiled, “Will I get in again tonight?”

“No, my dear boy. That was only for the journey, now I will give you something else.” His hand caressed my body and he began to undress me, finally pulling out the object he had placed inside me.

“It looks like you got it all, but you need more,” the old man said, observing my reaction and kissing me again.

“Yes, Father,” I answered with another smile, “Breed me.”

The king kissed my lips and neck gently, brushing his lips across my skin down to my groin and giving the already swollen clit small pecks before taking it into his mouth and sucking it. His tender touch was a welcoming surprise to his previous roughness and I took it in with gratitude.

“Please, claim me again,” I asked while his hands rubbed my sides and breasts. The king took off his clothes slowly, stopping every once in a while to kiss my clit and legs, caring for me like never before. As the final pieces of his clothes dropped to the floor I saw that the vial had changed his body, his member was longer and fatter than before, getting harder with each breath he took.

“How..?” He put a finger over my lips before I could finish, “I need to reach your depths, to make sure you will be claimed by my seed.” His soothing voice shushed me and I let him continue. His licking and sucking made me squirm again and he crawled to the top of me.

“Do you want me to roll over?” I asked, submitting myself to his will, “... like before?”

“No, son. I want to see your face when you come, you glow” he positioned his cock to my hole and slowly began to push it in, spreading me open more than the object had. My whimpers filled the silence of the room and he kissed my chest, licking the hardened nipples as his shaft slowly advanced, soon passing the point it would have normally stopped, sliding to the end of my tunnel, his tip caressing my cervix.

My father stopped this time, giving me time to relax more. “You feel so good, I want to have all of you,” his tender words were everything I had ever wanted from him, “I wish I could stay with you,” he whispered, coating my breasts with his kisses, “”... but I have my duties as do you.”

“Now fulfill them!” He grunted and without any warning thrusted past my cervix, hitting the walls of my uterus with his fat cock. My sudden cry made him pull out, before ramming his full length back in, hitting the end of my hole. There was no pain and whatever his drink had done to me I could feel the same unearthly pleasure I had felt when the object was punishing my insides. Each time his tip hit my wall, I felt a tingling sensation spreading through my whole body. I thrusted my hips upward and forward, matching his pace.

“I will impregnate you many times, boy,” the king had found his taunting again, “You will carry multiple babies at the same time.” He plunged his cock into my enchanted belly and kept increasing his pace. Pommeling my hole with newly found vigor. The king’s weight pressed my body tightly against the bed as his pounding continued. The room was now filled with my loud moans and his grunts as his fat and balls slapped against mine. I had lost count of how many times I had climaxed during our travels, but the one reaching me now was more powerful than those combined. I jerked under my father and had to grab his back and wrap my legs around him, forcing his member as deep as it could go, letting every ridge of his cock plow into my fertile pussy.

“I want you! Breed me!” I yelled before coming again, his panting only making me convulse again. There was no coming down now and the more my father plunged into me, the more I wanted him. My final clamping down made him stop momentarily, thrusting in with force and keeping it deep within. With an almost bull-like bellow, he unleashed the load he had saved all day, rushing through his shaft and exploding with potent cum. This time not only coating my tunnel, but everything deep within. After the first load, he began to move inside me again, tenderly giving more room for his seed. I could feel my belly protrude even more as his magically enchanted cum filled my insides. My pussy milked his cock for more and more and the swelling grew larger with each load, sealing my fate as his breeding toy.

Once the king had recovered enough from his powerful climax, he moved slightly, forcing his tongue into my mouth again while his seed poured in pulses. Kneading my breasts to coax me to come again, which I happily gave to him. The vigor the vial had given us was quickly wearing off and the king collapsed on top of me, yet not letting any of his seed spill out with his cock.

“We might have to do this for a couple of weeks to make sure I become pregnant,” I whispered to his ear, my words making him nod back up and stare right into my eyes with that familiar piercing gaze.

A gentle smile spread over his face, making the crow’s feet deeper around his eyes, “You might be right, my boy,” he said, pressing his lips against mine,” We need to be sure.”

Carefully, he slid to my side and put his hand over my hole as soon as he pulled his cock out, dripping a few strings of his seed on the bedding.

“Oh, it looks like you spilled some,” he hesitated for a moment, “That’s not good.” His cum covered hand slid away and he quickly repositioned his cock and slammed it back in, making me let out a shriek, he thrusted in a few more times, giving me another orgasm before letting his cock rest inside. “I think it might have to stay there for a while,” the king said and kissed my neck, “Getting the plug would only make you waste more.” I let out a light laugh, “maybe you should strap my body to yours, just to be safe?” I teased, “Walk with me strapped into you while your cock shoots loads into me?”

The king chuckled “Do not give me any new ideas, boy, I have more than a few reserved just for you.”

As promised, he kept his cock inside me, cuddling with me as my new future released more of itself to me. The distance we had before had disappeared and the years' worth of unappreciation and animosity would be soon gone too. I thought about the possibilities I had in front of me when a curious thought came to my mind, one that would not be part of our lives anytime soon, but certainly a possibility.