by Reed James
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed.
Her pussy went wild about my digits. Her silky flesh spasmed and convulsed. Her flesh rippled about me. I shuddered, my dick aching so badly. I sucked in a deep breath, eager to fuck her. To pound her so hard. To breed her.
She screamed out my name in need. I had to give her what she craved. I ripped my fingers out of her pussy and rose. My pussy-slicked hand grabbed my cock as I mounted her. Nathalie quivered beside us.
“Breed her, Master!” she moaned as she fingered her cunt.
“Yes, yes, yes, breed her, brother mine!” Kora moaned.
I brought my dick to the entrance of Ava's pussy.
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Princess Ava
My orgasm surged through me. It gave me such joy. I was so eager for this. I needed to be bred by him. He mounted me. He loomed over me, his dick brushing the entrance to my pussy. I stared up at him and—
“NO!”
The word exploded from my voice. My pussy was unprotected. If he fucked me, he would breed me. I thrashed as a sudden panic surged through my body. It crashed into my mind. He wasn't the right person.
“You're not my daddy!” I screamed, my legs thrashing and kicking. I thrust my hands before me, pushing on his chest. “Get away from me! Only my daddy can breed me!”
The lust for my step-father exploded through me. I needed to fuck him right now. I was finally ready for him. My body was prepared. His seed just needed to fill me. I couldn't let Sven do this. I couldn't let him touch me with that cock.
My leg kicked up, striking between Sven's thighs. He groaned, pain flashing across his face. I wriggled back from him, pressing against the bed's headboard. I trembled, pulling my legs tight, hugging them to my tits.
“Only Daddy can breed me!” I gasped, rocking. “Stay away from me!”
“Ava?” Sven gasped, his face twisted in pain.
I shook my head, closed my eyes, and went to my father. I threw out my soul to the proxy I left in my father's office back in Echur. I had to be with him. I had to be fucked by him right now. I needed to be bred by my step-father's forbidden seed.
Chapter Thirteen: A Painful Blow
Princess Ava
My soul poured into the jade beetle I left in my step-father's study. It was as close as I could get to him. I needed him so badly. That lust surged through me. It filled me with such passion. I missed him so much. I needed him to breed me.
He had to breed me.
I inhabited the proxy. I became the jade beetle and... and...
~ * ~
Sven Falk
“Gods damn,” I groaned, my dick throbbing. Ava had kicked me hard. My balls pulsed with agony to the beat of my heart. I felt the pain all the way up in my stomach. It shot through me. I clenched my fist and snarled, “Las's putrid cum, Ava!”
Greta and Nathalie both bolted up from the side of Ava. The two blonde sex slaves trembled, Greta's large tits bouncing and heaving as her jaw dropped. Nathalie clapped her hands over her mouth, staring at me with trembling eyes.
Ava went limp as I cupped my tender balls, my teeth gritted against the pain. I stared down at the princess as she lay on the journeyman's bed. Her small breasts rose and fell with her slow, measured breath, her eyes closed. I was so confused by what just happened. Why had she freaked out when I tried to penetrate her?
She normally welcomed my cock into her. She never had a problem with fucking me. We made love last night. She rode my cock plenty of times. I took her virginity. She loved bouncing on me hard, working that silky pussy up and down my shaft while she begged for my cock. She was always eager for me to enter her, to breed her. Just now she wanted to have my child, to be my woman.
“Brother mine!” Kora gasped as she threw herself on the bed. She grabbed me. “Are you okay?”
“I'm fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and hiding the pain. “She just grazed me. I've taken worse blows to my balls.” It was a lie. Ava planted her foot right squarely on both of them. It hurt so Gods damned much. The pain faded, but torture still stabbed up into my groin while sweat broke out across my forehead.
My nuts felt so tender.
“What happened?” Kora asked, staring down at Ava.
I shook my head, staring down at her. “She was babbling about... about having to be bred by her step-father.” A dark, bubbling anger swelled through me, fed by the pain pulsing through my nuts. “That she wanted only that Las-damned bastard to... to... fuck her.”
My left hand squeezed hard, muscles bulging in my arms. Why would she want that black-hearted, cock-sucking murderer to breed her? She hated her father. She plotted with us to destroy him. She felt so guilty for what he did to break our betrothal. While trying to kill me, he burned down the house where my little sister and parents slept.
“Why would she want her father to breed her?” Kora asked, her voice growing tight.
Greta let out a whimper.
My eyes shot to her. “What is going on?”
“She... she...” Greta trembled, her large breasts swaying before her. Then she buried her face into her hands, shaking her head with violence.
“Tell me what is going on!” I growled at her. I seized her shoulders in a powerful grip. “Now!”
Greta let out a whimper and shook her head. Her shoulders shook in my hands. Gasping sobs burst from her in between shuddering sniffles. She let out a keening whine, her voice thick from crying as she tried to pull away from me.
My hands tightened on her. I wanted to shake the Las-damned answer from her. She knew something and wasn't telling me. My balls throbbed in pain, feeding the rage surging through me. It demanded I force the answers out of her.
But that wouldn't help. She was shaken. I knew women. I understood them. Shouting at her, raging at her, wouldn't get answers. It would only drive her into more sobs. I beat down that anger, forcing it to join the throbbing pain.
I had to be in control here.
I released her shoulders and, gently, pulled her hands from her face. Tears rolled down her cheeks, her blue eyes swollen. She looked away from me, beads of runny snot beading at her nostrils, bubbling as she sobbed. I cupped her face, lifting her. Her eyes darted around, not wanting to meet mine.
My thumb swept across her smooth cheek, brushing a tear as I leaned over her over the sleeping Ava. “I need to know what's going on, Greta.”
“I... I...” She swallowed, shaking her head in my grip.
“I'm afraid for her.” I leaned forward, staring into her eyes. “I need to know what made her panic. I've never seen her terrified like that. Not even... that night.”
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Kora Falk
That night...
Sven's words struck me hard. The memory of that night a year ago assaulted me with such visceral presence. The memories felt so fresh, like it happened just moments ago. I could remember the euphoria of the drink buzzing through my veins as I stumbled home with my brother and Ava. Despite the good feelings the night spent carousing at the tavern had given me, envy surged through me.
My step-brother strolled with his arm around Ava's shoulder. The princess had such a huge smile on her face, looking so thrilled to be with him. She held him tight, her head leaning on his shoulder. He had a pleased grin on his handsome face, cutting such a fine figure in his tight-fitting shirt, the lacings half-undone to expose his muscular chest. He wore a thick codpiece to draw eyes to his groin.
It made me think of his cock, picturing the few times I'd seen it. I wanted him so badly. This was before Zanyia showed my brother and me that we both had feelings for each other. A year before, I was just a priestess of Rithi who loved her brother and thought nothing could come of it. I believed I could never be in Ava's position.
My brother made a quip that brought a snort of laughter from Ava. Her mirth sang out through the near-empty, late night street of Az. We turned the corner. Despite my envy, I was looking forward to visiting our home. I lived in the temple. I hadn't been home in weeks
. I missed seeing our parents and especially our little sister, Katriana.
The harsh orange spilled across the street. It danced and crackled as the flames consumed our house. Great tongues of red leaped into the air. The shock punched me in the guts. I stumbled and grabbed my brother's arm to steady myself.
Our parents... Our sister!
“Katriana!” growled Sven.
“No, no, Father, what have you done?” Ava gasped, clasping hands over her face as she stared at the horror before us.
And then I saw them. The soldiers standing in the street, the fire glinting off the curves of their armor. They stood there watching the house burn. They surrounded it, forming a perimeter. I shook my head, my eyes so wide. There were so many of them and they weren't helping. They were... hindering...
I couldn't believe it. My mind rebelled from the implications. I shook my head, not wanting to believe that the soldiers could have set fire to our house. I was frantic to believe that they were there to help. They must have saved our family but... but... They had their weapons out. They stood facing the fire, looking so grim.
“That Las-damned bastard,” Sven roared, pointing ahead.
That was when I saw Prince Meinard ride into view, coming around the house from the side. He sat astride a massive warhorse, looking resplendent in his armor, his face dark shadows surrounded by his lank, blond hair.
Sven broke away from Ava. His hand ripped his dueling sword from its scabbard. He bellowed with such rage. He pounded down the street. Soldiers turned. Prince Meinard pointed, shouting something. Metal clinked. I could only stand there, still stunned by shock. I didn't know what to do.
Missiles hissed through the air. My brother staggered and collapsed. He hit hard, landing on his face, his body twitching. Another arrow clattered against the road by his limp form, a missile skittering across the pavement, steel point sparking against the flagstones before it came to a rest. Fear clutched at my belly, swallowing the shock that gripped me.
“Brother mine!” I screamed and raced at him.
Something tugged at my sleeve. A blur buzzed past my face, rustling my hair. Archers fired at me. I didn't care. I reached my brother. Blood flowed from a wound on his scalp. A furrow of skin dangled from a wound, his skull exposed. A part of my mind, this strangely calm part of me remote from the gibbering fear, realized the arrow had glanced off his skull and knocked him out.
He needed magic.
Armor jangled.
Soldiers charged.
That calm part of me acted. While fear gripped me, I found my hand slipping between my pink robes as Ava joined me beside Sven. I shoved my fingers between my thighs, rubbing at my pussy. Despite my fear, my juices flowed, my temple training serving me well. I needed my cream to power my magic.
I conjured an illusion.
“Yes, yes, Kora,” Ava gasped nearby as the soldiers charged down the street. “Hide him. Protect him.”
I shook my head, coming out of my memory of that day. My illusions sent the soldiers charging down a side-street chasing a fake version of Sven and me. Ava rushed up to her father, demanding answers. She was so scared and yet she hadn't frozen up. She hadn't panicked despite her father trying to kill the man she loved.
So why had she panicked when Sven tried to enter her now? She'd always welcomed his cock in her at every opportunity. Fear roiled through my guts. I touched Ava and... I frowned. I felt something... An aura. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it tingled through me. As Sven pleaded with Greta for answers, I turned my head and found the faerie watching from the side of the bed beside Ealaín.
“Aingeal,” I said, my voice tight. “Come here.”
Chapter Fourteen: Corrupted Love
Princess Ava – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
My lusts quieted down. My jade beetle proxy didn't have sexual organs. It didn't have a pussy to feel that aching need to be fucked by my father. I shuddered in my current form, frightened by the powerful lust that had seized me. I... I wanted to be bred by my step-father so badly, I didn't care about anything but taking his seed in me.
I only needed his seed. Only he could impregnate me. Sven could never do that...
I clicked my mandibles and twitched my six legs in the dark crevasse in the wall where I'd left the jade beetle. What would I do? How could I go back to Sven and tell him that he couldn't breed me? That only my father could plant a baby in my belly. I dreaded telling him how I cheated on him over and over with my father. It didn't matter that the spell on me had swelled my lusts so that I craved my father's cock. That even though I hated him, I wanted him in me, spurting his forbidden seed into my fertile depths.
“Your forces are in retreat,” a voice said, drawing me out of my turmoil. I knew that voice. “They were flanked by Prince Reinhold's forces and you lost a third of their numbers.”
It was Shevoin, my father's master mage. I crept forward to the edge of the crevasse, staring out at my father's study from my low perspective. His desk towered over me. The black-robed, older man stood before the desk, his face pale, his liver-spotted hands rubbing together before him. My father sat at his desk, hands clasped before him. He looked even paler than usual, all the color drained from him, his pallid skin almost blending into the gray doublet he wore. His blond hair so light it was almost white.
“They have to hold at the border,” my father said, his voice colder than the heart of winter, more frigid than a howling blizzard. “Only a few more days until we have secured the aid of our new ally.”
My mandibles clicked together as my father's words rolled over me. What was going on? In retreat? Prince Reinhold ruled the princedom to the east. With my father's army made of statues destroyed by Sven freeing the slaves bound to the Lodestone, his conquest was crumbling. His mad plans to make himself first the Kaiser of Zeutch then the High King, claiming Peter's crown, were in ruins.
But he had a new ally? Who?
I could faintly hear Sven calling for me. My real body shook. He wanted me to wake up, but I couldn't go back to him and confess the truth. He would hate me. I hated myself for how much I enjoyed my step-father's cock.
I resisted. I stayed here in my proxy body.
~ * ~
Aingeal – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
“Please, Greta, talk to me,” Sven said as I drifted to the bed.
“What is it, Kora?” I asked.
“I don't know,” she said. “It's so faint. You have better senses for magic.”
I touched her. Abjuration spirits danced around Ava, responding to my will. The flying balls of blue, visible only to me, caressed her body then touched me. I shuddered as they passed the information to me, my forehead furrowing.
“Yes, there's an... enchantment upon her,” I said. “It's subtle. I never detected it before. It's active right now, and it's affecting her badly. It's also divine in origin.”
“It's from a corrupted priestess of Luben,” Greta said, her voice tight. “It was done on behalf of her... her step-father. He wants a child from her. A son. That's why she fled him.”
“What are you saying?” Sven asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. I could see the anger trembling through his body, but he controlled it as he stroked Greta's tear-stained cheeks.
“Th-that she has a strong desire to... to sleep with him,” Greta said. “To be bred by him. That's why she fled him. Because she couldn't fight it any longer. She was afraid she would be lost to her desire for him. That she would never escape it.”
“She's had... sex with him?” Sven asked, his voice growing flat.
I shivered, feeling like the temperature had dropped in the room.
Greta nodded her head, looking away from my husband. “Many times, Master.”
Sven glanced at Ava, his face blank stone. What was he thinking? I could feel the conflict inside of him as he grabbed Ava's shoulders and shook her slumbering form. His breath quickened as his jaw tightened.
What would he do now after learning Ava... cuckolded him with her step-father?
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Princess Ava – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch
Shevoin nodded his head. “I will relay the message to your forces, your Highness. I will make them understand that they must hold for a little while longer.”
My father nodded then waved his hand in dismissal.
With a short bow, Shevoin turned, his black robes whisking, and practically fled the room. The old man vanished out of the door, closing it behind him with care. My father leaned back in his chair, his eyes growing distant as he stared at some far-away point.
I studied him. I didn't know what to do. The lusts were gone, but... I couldn't go back to Sven. I couldn't face him. I could just live as a jade beetle. No sexual desire. The Las-damned spell on my flesh wouldn't inflame my lusts. I was free of it so long as I stayed here in my little crevasse. It was tight and dark and safe.
I deserved to be an insect for being so weak. For giving in to my lust over and over. I loved Sven, and yet I guzzled my father's cum. I sucked his cock. I begged him to fuck my cunt and asshole. I rode his dick, reveling in the taboo pleasure. This man wanted to murder my Sven. He killed my betrothed's parents and sister. He was a monster.
And I fucked him. I gave him pleasure.
I was just about to wiggle deeper into my crevasse when I spotted the bug crawling across the floor. A shiver ran through me. I hated bugs, and since I was insect size, this one looked as big as a horse and...
It wasn't like any insect I had ever seen.
It scuttled on small, hair-like limbs. Hundreds of them. The thing's segmented body looked strangely... melted. Like it was made of wax, heated so its exterior flowed and dribbled and then hardened into a new shape. It wasn't natural.
I froze. What if it saw me? What if it scurried towards me on those disgusting legs? It had a pair of scything mandibles before it. My father didn't notice it as he stared absently ahead. The thing headed for his desk. What was it? Was it something wanting to harm him?