The King’s Son

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.

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.

“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.

“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.

Maybe one day I can impregnate my father instead.