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Our Father	By : WhiteWinter Category: +A through F > Corruption of Champions Views: 9295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 7
- 8
          – Hours later –

          The sun is already long gone when you all finally return to the farm. Kian keeps pace with you at your right, Valerie at your left. The moon, as bright as it is, isn’t enough to let you all see where you’re walking, and so you’ve been lighting the way with a small wisp of bright whitefire that you keep hovering overhead.

          When you arrive at the front door of the house at the edge of the farm, farthest down the dirt road from yours, you turn and face the others.

          “Go on in,” you say to Valerie as you nod to the door. “There’s light inside. Get a good look at your new home. I think you’ll be happy with it. I need to talk with Kian out here for a moment.”

          Valerie nods and smiles. She tucks her wings as she opens the door and heads inside.

          “What’s up?” Kian asks after the door closes behind her.

          You cross your arms and clear your throat. “You’ve been thinking about that shark girl,” you remark. “The one that you said runs to you when she sees you. And don’t try to deny it. I’m your father. I notice these things. I don’t have to look inside your head to see it.”

          “Uh . . . yeah,” he concedes in a mumble. “I have been.”

          “Is she your age?”

          “Yeah. A little younger than me.”

          “What’s her name?”

          “Alexria.”

          “That’s pretty. Is she good-looking?”

          “I wouldn’t have fucked her if she wasn’t,” he says with a smirk. “I mean, she’s not out of this world, but . . . I like her. A lot. I like her hips and her legs and . . .” he trails off and pauses as his smirk widens. “And her pussy.”

          That draws a knowing chuckle from you. “Was she a virgin the first time you fucked her?” you inquire. “Did you deflower her?”

          “Yeah. She bled a little.”

          “They sometimes do,” you say with a nod. “Has anyone else fucked her?”

          “No. She told me she doesn’t let any other men near her. And I hadn’t even asked her it when she told me that. We were just relaxing together for a little while after I fucked her when she blurted that out. She said she stays off the beach unless she sees me. And . . . I’m glad she does. I don’t want anyone else touching her. I like knowing that I’m the only man that’s fucked her.”

          You nod again. “An understandable desire. Did you rape her the first time?”

          He shakes his head. “No, not really,” he says. “I mean, I was forceful, and she did try to stop me at first, but when she realized I was stronger and that I wasn’t taking no for answer, she let me take her. I mean, shit, at that point . . . she acted like she wanted it. She spread her legs for me before I could force them open, and she wrapped them around my hips, even though I didn’t tell her to. And . . . she kissed me when I came. It was . . . weird. I wasn’t expecting her to be so . . . affectionate.”

          “The shark women respect strength,” you muse. “They respect dominance. If you’re a man and you get the upper hand against one of them and rape them, there’s usually just three things that could happen. First, they might think it was a fluke and think that you won by some simple, correctable mistake of their own, regardless of whether that’s true or not. That’s the most likely outcome. They’re a prideful lot. Another possibility is, they’ll realize you’re stronger, but they don’t think you’ll make a good father. That could happen too. And the last possibility is, they realize you’re stronger, and they cherish you for it. They start fancying you, and they bond with you. They want you to take them as your beta, and they want you to father their children.”

          “Wait, so . . . I’m . . . her alpha?”

          “Not yet. Not until you take her home.”

          Kian furrows his brow. “She’s never told me to take her home.”

          “It’s not her place to tell you, Kian. The beta doesn’t tell the alpha to take her home. The alpha tells the beta they’re going home.”

          Kian hesitates.

          “Bring her to the farm. Make your first wife,” you urge him. “Why not? You took her virginity. You’re the only man that’s fucked her. You said yourself that you like shark-girl’s cunts. This way you won’t even have to leave your bed to fuck one. You’ll have a wife right beside you. I can have Whitney get on making you two your own home, but you’ll have to wait until after her pups are born. I don’t want her doing any construction now that she’s so far along.”

          “You’d let me bring her home?”

          “Of course, Kian.”

          Kian falls silent. He’s still hesitant.

          You pace away from him as you try to think of how best to voice your thoughts on this. It doesn’t take you long.

          “You’re a man now, Kian,” you muse as you turn and face him again. “And a man needs a wife. He needs someone sharing his bed. He needs someone keeping him warm on a cold night. And he needs a soothing voice when he’s troubled. This girl, Alexria, she’ll love you if you let her. So have her be all that for you. Have her be all that and more.”

          Kian gulps and nods slowly. “Okay. I’ll go get her tomorrow morning.”

          “And don’t worry,” you add as you return to him and pat his shoulder, “She won’t expect you to be monogamous. Alphas don’t tie themselves to just one beta. You’ll still be free to reave and rape all you want. And whenever you happen to be too tired to hunt, she’ll be there for you. She’ll be ready – and eager – for you.”

          You walk past Kian and go to the door.

          “Dad?”

          You look over your shoulder. “Yeah?”

          “I’m glad you’re my father.”

          You smile at him. “And I’m glad you’re my son. Now come on. You’ve got clean sheets to christen.”

          You snap your fingers and extinguish the whitefire wisp. You turn the knob and push through the door. Kian follows you inside.

          The interior is exactly as you instructed Whitney to fashion it as: a home for a harem. Red, silk curtains hang over every window, and the lush, feet-hugging carpet is of a similar shade, though it’s closer to crimson than red. The interior is lit entirely from the numerous, ornate lanterns mounted on the walls, each of which are ornate and bejeweled with brilliant rubies that glitter dazzlingly in their candlelight.

          Past the wide entry room that’s furnished only with a few chairs for waiting is a slender hall with a single sliding door on each side. Each door opens into rooms designed for complete privacy, should that ever be what your sons desire when they patronize this place. At the end of the hall is the largest space in the house: a magnificent lounge dotted with numerous, frameless beds wrapped in black sheets and made up with silk, brightly-red bedcovers. Pillows stuffed with soft cotton also dot the floor, and some of which are large enough to lie atop, and thus also to fuck atop. There are a few tables set against the walls, and each are variously adorned with gold-cast goblets, unopened bottle of red wines, and bowls of fruit.

          Most everything in here was purchased from the Capital, Tel’Adre, via several trips back-and-forth by Kylie. You spared no expense in those purchases, and you don’t begrudge that. Your past journeys and ongoing ‘expeditions’ in Mareth have allowed you to amass a sizable amount of wealth, and it was an easy decision to spend a portion of it on a place where all of your current and future sons can enjoy themselves. It’s a pleasure house fit for Princes.

          You’ve also got plans for another room to be constructed and added to this place, a sort of mini-bathhouse with plumbing to allow quick and easy wash-ups without needing to leave and walk – or fly – all the way to lake. They certainly won’t be cleaning themselves in your tub in your house’s basement. You don’t want women walking past your young children with the stench and stains of being well-fucked lingering on them.

          Valerie is here in the lounge, and she turns to you and Kian when she hears you. You walk to her with a smile.

          “This place is beautiful,” Valerie says, mirroring your smile.

          “It sure is,” Kian agrees with a knowing grin.

          “I need to speak with you about something, Valerie,” you tell her.

          “Yes?”

          “Firstly, you will address me as ‘my Lord’ from now on.”

          Her smile is unfazed by your request. Servitude is her nature, after all. “As you wish, my Lord,” she says amiably.

          You nod, satisfied. “Valerie, you wish to serve my family, don’t you?”

          You already know what her answer will be, but having Valerie say it aloud and having those words be immediate will serve for what’s to come.

          “Of course, my Lord,” she assures you.

          “Valerie, though you may not know it, you have a wonderful gift that I’d like for you to share with my sons.”

          She slightly tilts her head. “Oh? What is it?”

          She’s truly bewildered by your remark. Adorable.

          Your answer comes bluntly. “Your body.”

          “My . . .?”

          “Have you ever lay with a man, Valerie?”

          Her smile leaves her, chased away by an expression of surprise. “No,” she says with a short shake of her head. “It was never asked of me.”

          Those must’ve been some chaste men in that village. Or perhaps they feared some godly retaliation. A fear you don’t share.

          “Are you opposed to it?” you ask.

          “I . . . I’m not sure if I was . . . made . . . to sate men.”

          You leave Kian’s side and walk closer to her. “And why not? You’re a servant, Valerie. A graceful servant. You improve others’ lives, and you do it gladly. What makes this any different?”

          “I . . .”

          You’re standing before her now.

          “Look down, Valerie,” you instruct her, speaking with a tone that’s soft but commanding.

          Valerie obeys. You grab the side of her upper chest. Her eyes then follow your hand as it travels downwards along her wide curves, inwards at her slender waist and then outwards at her flared hips. When you’re at her left leg, you shift your hand over her smooth inner thigh, to her crotch, where it then climbs over her firebush, past her flat stomach, and up to her large yet immaculately perky bust. You cup her left breast and gently bounce it in the palm of your hand.

          You lower your head next to Valerie’s and brings your lips by her ear. “Look at your beauty, Valerie,” you whisper. “Look at the perfection of your flesh. Imagine the pleasure this flesh could bring a man.”

          You glomp your fingers around Valerie’s breast and squeeze it gently, admiring the lovely combination of firmness and suppleness. As you do, you brush her hair behind her ear with your other hand and start kissing her neck, first with only feather-light touches, and then with open, sucking lips that are sure to leave a mark on her pale flesh. It’s not long before your efforts have the angel drawing deep, husky breaths, with her half-folded wings twitching behind her. You feel an aroused heat flushing within her breast. You reach your other hand around her waist and under her ass. You sink your forefinger into her bush and dip it into the warm folds of her wet cunt. Valerie starts mewling sweetly and softly as her arousal grows too strong to bear.

          This certainly puts to rest your wondering of whether Valerie is a woman as capable of lust and arousal as any other. You’ve got her sweating.

          “I’m giving you more purpose than you’ve ever had,” you continue. “I’m giving you the privilege of bringing joy to my sons. A joy like no other. Where is the shame in that, Valerie? Where is the sin? I don’t see any.”

          Suddenly, you remove your hand from her breast and your lips from her neck, and you take a step back from her. Valerie shudders as her body is abruptly abandoned by the passionate touches she’d just begun to lustfully lose herself within. She looks upwards, to your gaze. Her snowy-white eyes are simultaneously dewy with innocence and alight with the unmistakable desire to receive more of your touch.

          “Do you?” you ask.

          “No,” she whispers with a slow shake of her head.

          You grab her chin and tilt her head slightly upwards, forcing her eyes to lock with yours. “Then say that you will sate my sons. Say that you will always do as I command.”

          “I will,” she professes fervently. “I’ll sate them. I’ll do everything you ever command.”

          “Then heed these words. When my sons come to you, Valerie, you will pleasure them however they see fit. If they rouse you from your stone slumber to have you pleasure them, you’ll do it without objection. If they rouse from your natural sleep, you’ll do it then as well. And if they use your body while you sleep, you’ll wake up glad that they’ve left that warm gift inside you. Do you understand?”

          “Yes, my Lord.”

          “Good.”

          With that, you snap your fingers and finally shear Valerie of her unwieldly bush, leaving only a sexy, heart-shaped patch of red hair above her vulva. The sudden shave – at which Valerie did not flinch – reveals her slit, paper-cut thin cunt to your eyes.

          Kian appears at your side. His eyes greedily drink up the sight of your gift to him and admire his personal angel from her head to her toes, from her full breasts to her lovely curves and finally to her virginal, slit pussy that you’ve made helplessly drool with desire.

          You point over Valerie’s shoulder. “Now go to the bed behind you,” you command. “Lie on your back and spread your legs. Open yourself to my son. Give yourself to him.”

          She immediately obeys. She turns and goes to the bed and flips aside its covers, and after she crawls into it, she rolls onto the flat of her back and scoots upwards, creating space below her. She rests her head atop a pillow, allowing her to watch the two of you with lustful eyes. She then spreads her legs wide, and after she does, she lowers a hand to her crotch and uses two slender, girlish fingers to part the puffy folds her pussy, opening her little pink flower to yours and Kian’s gazes, revealing its shining wetness.

          Kian starts to take that first step towards him, but you stop him with a hand on a shoulder as you lean towards him.

          “Keep in mind that this is a woman who will now be living with us,” you tell him in a whisper too quiet for Valerie to hear. “She’s not some goblin mark that you’ve hunted in the thick of the woods. She’s a part of our family. I’m not asking that you get her off. That’s not your duty. She’s here to serve you. I’m simply asking that you not be cruel. You can be as passionate as you please, but I do not want you mistreating her. Understand?”

          “Yeah,” he whispers back with a quick nod. “I get it.”

          You pat his back. “Good. Now go on. Enjoy her. Make her yours.”

          He needs no further encouragement after that.

          Kian starts stripping as he walks to the bed, casting off his articles of clothing piece by piece, revealing more and more of his lithe, fit body of outwardly visible muscles that stand beneath his short, purple fur. When his breeches are finally tugged to the floor, his pink, human cock and two furry balls flop free, the former of which is throbbing and looking stiffer than you’ve ever seen it.

          It’s good that Kian has never taken issue with you watching him fuck, because he always makes a damn enjoyable show. He does not lack his father’s lust, that’s for certain.

          You follow behind Kian, but you do not join with him as he crawls into the bed. Instead, you reach for the fruit bowl on the nearest table and grab the largest, reddest apple from it, a serviceable substitute for your missed dinner. You turn towards the bed again and take the first bite with a loud, crisp crunch as you watch what comes next.

          Kian lowers his head between Valerie’s legs, and he brushes away her spreading hand and lets her pussy return to its resting slit as he starts deeply kissing it. He kisses and tongues it just as passionately as he would were it the lips of her other mouth. His snubbed mouse-nose doesn’t get in his way, and he has no difficulty slipping his somewhat long tongue deep into Valerie’s slick slit and soaking it with her abundant fluids. You wonder if her pussy has the same addicting, nearly-sour taste as a mortal woman’s, or if it instead tastes of something more angelic, like the sweet, sugary nectar of a blooming flower. You’re not sure which you’d prefer.

          Kian reaches his tongue deep inside Valerie’s flower, getting a good taste of the lubricants layering the walls of her virginal tunnel. Valerie grabs tight fistfuls of the soft white sheets beneath her and breathes whimpering moans, flushed with pleasure she’s never felt. Kian only strengthens his efforts from there. He plants his mouth onto her cunt and starts noisily sucking her clitoral hood and flicking his tongue within it, tickling her sensitive little nub. Valerie’s whimpers sharpen.

          When he bores of eating her pussy, Kian ends his meal with one final, long lick that runs from the bottom of Valerie’s slit to the top. She’s shuddering again when he raises his head and gets onto his knees. He wraps his hand around the base of his sizable prick and guides it to its imminent home, to the blooming, unspoiled flower that it’ll soon be plucking. He prods his crown against the bottom of her slit, at her entrance, but he stops there and pauses. He reaches up with his other hand and grabs the nape of Valerie’s neck. He raises her head upwards, forcing her to sit up, bringing her face close to his, with their lips only inches apart. Kian glares into her eyes, and Valerie doesn’t shy away from his intense gaze.

          “Tell me to tear up your virgin pussy,” he growls at her.

          Kian truly is his father’s son, isn’t he? You can easily imagine yourself making a similar demand . . . but Kian’s own individuality shows in his words as well. His aggression and lust have a different flavor than yours. They’re cruder, blunter. Lewder. They’re a delight to hear.

          “Tear up my virgin pussy,” Valerie obediently pleads, as a true desire colors her ragged words.

          It seems that your farm’s new angel whore had no difficulty transferring her desire for you to your son. And that’s exactly what you wanted.

          Kian tilts his head and takes Valerie into a forceful kiss, pressing his tongue into her mouth and battering hers with it. Valerie moans into their kiss and lets him have his way with her. But Kian doesn’t let the kiss drag on, and when he’s finished, he roughly shoves her down, onto her back again, and her body lightly bounces on the soft mattress.

          Though you didn’t plan it, you happen to take a loud crunch of your apple right as Kian jams his hips forward and forces his throbbing cock into the slit of Valerie’s pussy, forcing it to gape around his thick shaft as he tears through her hymen, deflowering her and claiming her virginity. Valerie winces as she weathers that brief, sharp pain of her flower being plucked, but that expression soon fades as she adjusts to that intense fullness of having a man inside her. Kian lets out a deep sigh as he’s no doubt pleasured beyond belief by the treat of having a virgin’s freshly-deflowered pussy coiled around his manhood, squeezing him with warm pressure from all directions. He doesn’t stay motionless for long.

          Kian doesn’t bother starting gentle. He withdraws his cock – letting you and him see how soaked it already is from just that first plunge – only to promptly jam his hips into Valerie’s crotch again and slot his long cock back into his angel-bitch’s tight pussy. His balls audibly clap into her big ass as he takes her with deep, forceful thrusts, sheathing his twitching length to the hilt inside her with every stroke. Valerie takes her hands from the bedsheets and runs them upwards through her hair, and she closes her eyes and whimpers softly as her aggressive lover mercilessly pounds her. Her perky breasts both give fleshy bounces up and down on her chest, until Kian grabs one and sinks his furry fingers deep into the supple flesh.

          Then, abruptly, Kian withdraws himself and snugly squeezes the base of his twitching cock. “Fuck,” he mutters.

          “Close call?” you ask with a smug smirk.

          “Yeah,” he admits with a raspy chuckle. “Got a little carried away. She feels really good. Really fuckin’ good.”

          He takes a breather for a moment, allowing Valerie the same. Valerie opens her eyes and meekly watches Kian between her legs.

          Kian keeps the hiatus brief, and he soon returns his cock to Valerie’s papercut slit, which now has moisture webbing outwards to her inner thighs and lower ass. Kian grabs Valerie’s legs and brings them together above his manhood, with her feet prodding into his chest. He raises her legs high, straightening them, and after he brings Valerie a litter closer by pulling them towards him, he eases his hips forward and slips the crown of his wet cock between the folds of her puffy pussy once more, again invading and gaping her slit with his swollen member. Then, to your surprise, before he starts thrusting anew, he brings Valerie’s smooth, angelic feet to his mouth and starts sucking on her soft, girlish toes.

          Kian fancies feet? You hadn’t seen that from him before. Or maybe he’s experimenting?

          Valerie cutely whimpers again as Kian returns to pounding her pussy. In this position, his sharp thrusts make her thick thighs and plump rump lewdly jiggle and quake from the force of his slamming hips. Kian reaches for her breasts and takes another handful of one the pale, swaying orbs, squeezing the flesh just as tightly as before. His pussy-pummeling thrusts soon pick up into a pace that’s impossible to maintain for long, and it seems that he’ll accept his finish when it next arrives. He suddenly removes his hand from her breast and again raises Valerie’s head by the nape of her neck, wordlessly commanding her to look into his eyes.

          “Start clenching,” he orders her. “Squeeze your pussy.”

          Valerie’s gut visibly tightens. She’s such an obedient thing.

          You strafe closer to Kian’s side of the bed to get a better view of the action. You see that his cock is now well and truly slicked from tip to root, soaked from its repeated thrusts into the wet sheath of Valerie’s squeezing cunny. Kian’s chest is heaving with breath now. Patches of his short fur have become visibly wet with sweat, and some of the brown locks of his shaggy hair are matted against the side of his head.

          “Tell me to cum in in your virgin pussy,” Kian growls at her. The pleasure makes his voice throaty and breathy.

          “Cum in my virgin pussy,” Valerie sweetly begs.

          Your hand holding the apple is motionless at your side. This is too good of a show not to immerse yourself within.

          The hot, wet flesh tightly coiled around Kian’s growingly sensitive cock soon visibly brings his pleasure back to its boiling point, and this time, he embraces his climax.

          “Fuuuck,” he groans in a prolonged breath.

          Kian pumps his hips one last time and pushes his prick as far as it’ll go. He shoots off what you imagine is a substantial and sticky load of corrupted, fertile seed into the angel’s empty, unsoiled womb. He keeps himself sheathed to Valerie’s hilt from the time of his first spurt to the last, all while keeping the slit of the tip of his member pressed into the winking pucker of her cervix, forcing her womb to drink up every spermy rope of cum he fires off. He fills her womb ‘until it’s sloshing white,’ just as you not long ago taught him to do when he seeks to assert himself over a woman in the truest way a man can: by impregnating her.

          After his balls have finally emptied themselves into his angel-bitch, Kian grabs his root and sighs deeply as he slowly pulls himself out. After the crown of his cum-smeared cock slips from Valerie’s tight tunnel, her well-used gash lewdly drools a thick river of Kian’s white seed, which streams down the crack of her big ass and pools into a small sea atop the sheets beneath her. Damn. That’s an impressive load.

          Could Valerie even bear Kian’s child? She’s not a mortal, and so you doubt that she can, but it’s no issue to you if she does. You’d gladly accept the child as a member of your family. You suspect that you’ll have grandchildren fathered by your sons running around here on your farm before long, and you certainly won’t turn your nose up at them or care for them any less than you would if they were born of your seed.

          Kian gathers a good amount of his pussy-drooled cum onto his fingers from the hard-fucked hole of Valerie’s slightly-gaped slit. He leans forward and brings that hand to her lips.

          “Suck it clean,” he orders her. “And swallow.”

          Valerie does as he bids without hesitation. She sucks his fingers between her thin lips, and when she’s got the last of his salty seed licked away and gathered on her tongue, her throat shifts as she swallows. Kian then gathers more of his spilled load and repeats the process, feeding Valerie the cum that’s not only warm from being fresh from Kian’s balls but also warm from its brief rest within her own hot pussy. Depraved. And lovely.

          When the stain on the sheets are all that remains of his cum, Kian rears back onto his knees and turns his head towards you. “Dad, can you toss me my satchel?” he asks.

          “Sure.”

          You grab his satchel from the carpet and chuck it to him. He effortlessly catches it in one hand and zips it open, and he withdraws a vial of pink, bubbling fluid. A lust draft. He pops off the lid and guzzles it empty. He’s going again. That must’ve been quite the fuck. Then again, how couldn’t it have been? Deflowering an angel and nutting inside her seems like a surefire recipe for bliss.

          Kian returns the empty vial to his satchel and flings it onto the carpet by the bed. His wilting member suddenly stiffens as a fresh bead of pre-seed shoots up from his urethra. With a lecherous grin, he grabs Valerie and urges her to roll over.

          “Get on your hands and knees,” Kian commands her.

          It’s only moments later that Kian’s jammed his cock into Valerie’s slit again and is clapping his hips into her ass as he fucks her from behind. This could go on till dawn. But you’ve had your fill with this show.

          You turn away and walk to the hall. “Don’t stay up all night, Kian,” you yell to him over your shoulder. “And grab something to eat. Don’t sleep on an empty stomach.”

          You take another bite from your apple as the sounds of their lovemaking fade from your ears. You head outside through the entryway door and close it behind you. You look up at the night sky and admire the shining moon and glittering stars as you walk the dirt road towards your house.

          You’ve eaten your apple to the core by the time you’re walking up the steps onto the front porch. You idly toss the core into the air and incinerate it into a tiny cloud of ash with an effortless snap of your fingers.

          It’s peacefully quiet inside your house, and after you shut the front door behind you, silence blanks the air. A single candle is lit before you, burning atop a dish on a short stand at the far end of the hall, beside the door to your bedroom. Kylie always leaves that candle lit for you if you’re away from home at nightfall. She’s never once forgotten it.

          You go to the candle and blow it out. You gently coil your hand around the doorknob and slowly turn it. You manage to silently open your door and silently close it behind you, which is an important skill you’ve mastered, as Lillian downstairs has a knack for waking to even the softest creak of wood.

          In your bedroom, three candles are lit, in multiple corners: one on Kylie’s nightstand on her side of the bed, one on the table by your lounge chair, and one on your desk. It’s warm but bright lighting, and it’s the same you and Kylie use every time you make love. It’s to let you two clearly see everything you both desire to see: every bead of sweat that’ll shine on you, every speck of moisture that’ll wet the lips of Kylie’s pussy, and every drop of your cum that’ll drool from that pussy’s tiny little hole.

          Kylie lies on her side atop the bedsheets, with her back to you. The bedcovers are flipped over to the other side. She’s fully in the nude, as you expected of her. Her platinum-blonde, waist-length hair looks delightfully smooth. Clean and brushed. She thoroughly groomed herself for you.

          The way Kylie lay there, the stunning hourglass frame of her slender body is on full display. It’s hard to believe just how far up and down your hands travel whenever you run them along her angular curves. Your eyes naturally soon go to her cute little bubble butt of firm, perfectly-rounded cheeks. It’s not a fat, juicy rump like some of your other wives, but it has an amazing shape, and it’s no less fun for you than any other. It doesn’t have quite the same jiggle that a fat ass has, no, but it does make for a lovely view when you have Kylie ride your cock with her back to you. It allows you to both admire the flawless shape of her butt and watch her pink pussy swallow your throbbing length as she bounces on you.

          Kylie’s wide hips create a prominent gap between her thighs, and even with her on her side, that gap grants you a tantalizing look at the slit of her perfect, pink pussy, which peeks out at you from the slightly-parted tuft of her soft cunt-feathers. Kylie recently began trying to keep those cunt-feathers parted with a small, specialized brush, and she’s had some success in that. Though you did enjoy the naughtiness of spreading those feathers with your fingers every time you went to eat your girl’s pussy or to fuck her, it’s also nice to be able to see her gorgeous sex without having your hands on it. More annoyingly, those tickling feathers also were sometimes painful when they touched your orgasming cock. And why would you want Kylie’s pussy to ever be hidden from you? It’s the prettiest of all your wives. It’s an ‘innie’ as several of the others here are, but hers is of perfect proportions. Her plump pussy mound has just the right amount of flesh to it, and her puffy outer folds are just fat enough to create an aesthetic slit that still allows sight of the slim, sticky lips of the young, pink flower tucked between them.

          When you’re done admiring your precious daughter from afar, you finally walk to your bed, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it into the nearby weaved-wood laundry basket as you do. When you come to stand by your bed, Kylie turns her head towards you, and right as your girl’s gorgeous face of smiling, plump lips and gray, glittering eyes finds yours, you spank her firm butt as hard as you can manage – from the strength of your arm alone, that is – and damn does that crack! ring off the walls.

          Despite the suddenness, Kylie doesn’t flinch. She continues smiling up at you. “Hi, Daddy,” she greets you with soft and affectionate words. “I missed you.”

          “I missed you too, sweetie.”

          You’re not surprised that the sudden spank didn’t faze her, not with how often you’re spanking that tight, teenaged ass. And Kylie’s experienced everything, and all by you alone. A spank is nothing. You’ve done damn near every depravity imaginable to her, and none of it has ever troubled her.

          You grip Kylie’s right cheek and squeeze it, curling your fingers into her firm flesh. Then you bring that hand up and spank her again, and then again and again. Kylie happily wiggles her rump for you as you do. Her ass may be more firm than it is juicy, but her cheeks still give your eyes a good jiggle, and it’s still a hell of a lot of fun to beat up.

          What other way could you enjoy this sweet ass that you hadn’t before? Well, come to think of it, there is one big thing you haven’t done to her – a hole of hers that you’ve yet to pluck – but you’re saving that for a special occasion. And with Kylie’s tight pussy giving you the euphoria that it does, you’re not exactly in a hurry for that.

          But as you think of that, a memory comes to you and reminds you of something you’ve been meaning to do for a long time, since the start of it all.

          You put your hands on the side of Kylie’s body, with one on her upper thigh and the other on her waist, and you lower your head and bring your mouth towards her flesh. You take a big, mouth-filling bite of her butt as you clamp your jaw and drive your teeth well past the short layer of golden feathers and down into her flesh. It’s a hard bite, hard enough to hurt, but Kylie still doesn’t flinch. You swiftly follow it with another bite. Kylie giggles sweetly. Your breath leaves you in a quiet growl every time you take her flesh between your teeth, like an alpha wolf nipping its young lover . . . and in this case, its pup. You almost wish that Kylie didn’t have her soft coat of golden feathers right now, if only to let you see the teeth marks you’re leaving in this mouthwatering, bubble-shaped cheek of her little butt.

          A few minutes later, you finally stand to your feet and grab the cheek of Kylie’s bum that you’d just devoured. “Did that hurt?” you ask as you glance at her, more curious than concerned.

          “Only a little,” she says, still lovingly smiling. “But I liked it.”

          You release her cheek and give her a sharp, sudden spank right where you’d sunk your teeth into her. Then you grab her ass again and grip it tight.

          “Who owns this?” you ask as you curl your fingers as deeply into her cheek as it’ll allow you.

          “You, Daddy,” Kylie answers, giving you that masterful, innocent look of dewy eyes and pouty lips that she knows you crave.

          You give her a final sharp spank. “Damn right,” you mutter.

          You press your other hand into Kylie’s shoulder and urge her to roll to her right, closer to the center of your bed, onto her back. She does so. You crawl into bed and join her. She spreads her long legs open wide for you and raises and rests her arms atop the pillows above her, offering the entirety of her young body to your eyes and your touch like the good girl she is. Her gray eyes glimmer meekly as she bats her long lashes at you, doing all she can to stoke the burning fire of your lust, wordlessly begging you to first use her body as your personal plaything and then to pound her poor little pussy until it’s sore. And that’s exactly what you’re going to do.

          Kylie’s body still looks no different to your eyes than it did on that night you first took her to your bed and made her a woman. She’s still physically a teenaged girl. She’s still perfection. Soft, golden feathers. A gorgeous, shapely face with a sloped nose and tall cheekbones. A sizable pair of perky breasts with pink nipples. A young, tight pussy that’s always drooling with excitement when her father is around, and a crinkled, unspoiled rosebud of an asshole that’s still waiting to take her father’s cock for the first time. Perfect . . . perfect . . . perfect.

          And despite the fact that Kylie was deflowered by her father, despite that she was impregnated by the same seed that created her, despite that she birthed a son for the same man that fathered her . . . she’s lost none of her innocence. She knows how to be naughty now, absolutely, but at heart, she’s still a sweet, good-natured girl that simply loves her daddy above all else.

          “I love you, Daddy,” Kylie says in fateful timing, pulling you out of your thoughts and drawing your eyes towards hers.

          “I love you too, sweetie.”

          And that’s enough sentimentality for now. It’s time for one of the best parts of the day: the part where you get to play with your teenaged daughter’s body to your lecherous heart’s content.

          You pat Kylie’s plump pussy with the open palm of your hand and marvel at how soft it is and how her feathered folds are puffy enough to briefly jiggle when you bounce them. Kylie giggles again. Without a word, you lower your head between her legs. You press her lips onto her folds and dip your tongue deep into her soaked slit, immersing your tongue in the lustful mess inside your daughter’s teenaged pussy. Kylie whimpers and pouts her lips as your tongue runs through her. When you’ve got a good amount of Kylie’s lubricant swimming in your mouth around your tongue, you remove your head from her crotch. Her taste is addictingly pungent, a little salty and a little sour. It’s a taste of flesh like no other. Your wives each have their own slightly unique flavors, and Kylie of course has your favorite. And there’s still another delicious taste your girl can offer you.

          You lower your head to Kylie’s bust and glomp your mouth over one of her breasts, taking her pink nipple between the center of your open lips. You hollow your cheeks and suck firmly inwards, and her milk-swollen breast immediately rewards you with a creamy jet of sugary, corrupted milk that almost tastes as though it’s been blended with syrup. You gulp it and promptly suckle away. You nurse for a good while from your daughter’s hyperactive mammary gland, filling your stomach with her milk and drowning that apple from earlier. Kylie mewls and pets your cheek as you suckle from her teat.

          It’s no wonder Hugo’s always eager to nurse from Kylie. Her feathery breasts are like two soft, cozy pillows of flesh, and her milk tastes like a sugary treat. You’re surprised that he doesn’t try to spend every hour of the day sitting in her lap with one of her tits in his mouth.

          A growing feeling of fullness snaps you out of your breastfeeding lull. There’s a swishy feeling in your gut, and it’s accompanied with a pleasant, strangely soothing warmth. That’s enough of Kylie’s milk. Anymore and you might put yourself to sleep.

          Just before you remove your mouth from Kylie’s teat, you suckle up one last mouthful of milk, and it’s a mouthful that you don’t swallow. When you shift upwards and bring your face towards Kylie’s, she slightly parts her lips and raises her head to meet you halfway, expecting a deep, passionate kiss. That’s what you give her, but when you open your lips and connect them with hers, you surprise her by dropping that creamy blend of her milk and your saliva from your mouth and into hers. You pull away and find her smiling at you. Then, as you watch, she opens her mouth and noisily gargles your gift to her, still smiling around her open lips. She does it endlessly, and you soon realize that she’ll do it until you instruct her to stop. You grab her chin and gently close her mouth, and with that, Kylie obediently gulps it down.

          Kylie rests her head down again, and as she licks her lips clean of the droplets of milk that her gargling had spattered over them, you spontaneously make your decision on what to do next.

          You get on your knees and scoot towards Kylie’s head. You tug down and kick off the last of your clothes, freeing your long, throbbing manhood. Kylie abandons her smile for that look of innocence again, and her dewy eyes lock on your cock as it twitches above her face. Though she’s no doubt getting an intoxicating whiff of the natural, musky scent of your erection, she obediently stays put. She’s awaiting your instruction like a good girl.

          “Kiss it,” you finally command her.

          Kylie raises her head and does just that. She lovingly smooches your cock with her soft, slightly-moist lips, all while keeping her eyes wide open and keeping them on your length. She worships your kingly member from base to crown with loving kisses, and though they’re designed more to display her affection for you and your cock than they are to intensely pleasure you, the light, teasing touches still manage to urge a thick, clear bead of pre-seed into ooze from your slit. Kylie’s eyes lock on it the moment it appears.

          “Can I lick it now, Daddy?” Kylie pleads, pouting her lips as she finally looks away from your cock and points her begging gaze up at your eyes.

          You nod.

          Kylie opens her mouth and runs the warm flat of her wet tongue over your crown, lapping away that drop of early seed. She then equally spreads her attention everywhere else, licking every inch of your long cock front to back, getting a good taste of you. She polishes you off enough to make you shine with her moisture, and occasionally she ventures far enough to slurp at the bottom of each of her father’s balls. The firm strokes of her tongue along your member grant you some gentle blooms of warm pleasure – particularly that licks that travel the underside of your shaft – but you’re soon eager to feel more. Thankfully, Kylie has much more to give.

          “Suck it,” you command.

          Kylie rolls onto her stomach and raises her head, properly aligning her mouth with your manhood and readying herself to pleasure you. She licks her plump lips to moisten them one final time, and without further ado, she puckers them and presses them onto your cock. Your thick, spit-slicked crown parts her soft lips and is soon greeted by Kylie’s stroking tongue as it firmly circles your glans and sloppily slathers you with yet more saliva. The squeezing pressure from her suckling lips gets closer to the base of your cock as she pushes her mouth down your length, and she stops only when your manhood pokes at the back of her throat.

          Kylie hollows her cheeks as she starts bobbing her head, moving that snug seal of her lips’ suction up and down your length, all while using her tongue to expertly pleasure all of your cock that’s currently inside her mouth at any moment. She’s a talented cocksucker, and she has hot pleasure swelling inside you in very short order. If she hadn’t yet gotten a full taste of you tonight, then she’s certainly getting it now. She cups your balls in one of her soft hands and gently fondles them with feather-light touches from her slender, feminine fingers. Kylie’s blowjob gets sloppier as she salivates more around your cock, to the point that drool is running down her lower lip and your shaft is dripping with her spit. She sucks you off to sounds that grow wetter and louder, slurps and schlips.

          Kylie happily and girlishly kicks her legs back and forth in the air as she busily sucks you off and nurses on your crown. That sight brings a smile to your lips. It’s adorable to see how much fun your sweet girl has when she’s sucking her father’s cock.

          When Kylie next bobs her sucking lips down your cock, you surprise her by forcibly pushing into the back of her head with your hand, forcing her lips to seal at the base of your cock as your crown pushes into her throat. She starts sputtering and gagging uncontrollably, but even as she does, she obediently doesn’t try to push back against your hand, and she mindfully continues squeezing her lips and pleasuring you with her tongue to the best of her abilities. Kylie’s deepthroating draws a blissful sigh from you, as at last the entirety of your cock is enjoying some amount of heat and wetness within your girl’s mouth. But being that you’re not interested in making her suffer or choking her unconscious, you soon release the pressure from her head and let Kylie ease her lips a few inches off your cock. She then refills her lungs with deeps breaths of air through her nose, still not breaking that tight seal her sucking lips have made around your member. When she’s regained her composure, she starts sucking you off just as she was before.

          Eventually, Kylie pulls her lips off of your crown with an audible pop. “Do you want me to swallow your cum tonight, Daddy?” Kylie asks as she peers up at you with a childlike curiosity.

          “No, sweetie.” You reach for her face and lovingly cup her cheek. “We want you pregnant again, don’t we?”

          “Mhm,” Kylie hums happily with a warm smile and sharp nod.

          And it’s about time for that, isn’t it? This night can’t go on forever. It’s time to take a crack at fertilizing your girl. Kylie’s empty womb is badly in need of being filled by her father’s fertile seed.

          “That’s enough,” you tell her. “Get up on your knees.”

          Kylie gives your cockhead a parting kiss. After she rises to her knees as you commanded her to, you lie on your back and rest your head atop your pillow, with your cock standing tall and stiff at your crotch.

          “Come here, baby,” you say to Kylie as you tap your groin. “Sit your pussy on Daddy’s dick. You get to start tonight.”

          Kylie swings her left leg to your other side and rises higher on her knees. She briskly runs two of her fingers over her tongue before lowering that hand to her crotch.

          “Look how wet my pussy is for you, Daddy,” she says softly.

          You watch as Kylie spreads the folds and lips of her pussy with her slender fingers. As they open, multiple strings of moisture stretch from each side before pulling far enough to break. The inner pink of her cunt is shining wet, and towards the bottom of her spread flower, her little fuckhole between its ring of ridged flesh is bubbling and frothing with the pungent nectar of a woman. Your sweet girl has utterly soaked herself, and she did it all from her love and lust for her father.

          Kylie releases her pussy and lets it close. She dips those same two fingers into her soaked folds and rapidly twirls them around her sticky vulva, as the activity fills your ears with obscenely lewd squishing and squelching.

          “Listen to it, Daddy. That’s how badly my little pussy wants you,” she says. She gazes into your eyes with that same sweet look of innocence. A look she perfected so long ago.

          Your cock twitches as a dot of pre-seed oozes from its crown. Kylie knows how to tempt you. She also knows not to keep you wanting.

          “Let’s get you inside, Daddy,” Kylie says as she reaches down for your cock.

          She wraps her soft, feathery fingers around the base of your shaft. She begins lowering her hips and guiding herself to you, and as the gap between her pussy and your cockhead closes, you get a good feel of the humid air being breathed out of her needy slit. A ticklish bolt of pleasure flickers through your groin when your cockhead finally prods into her warm outer folds.

          “. . . where you belong,” she adds.

          With your sexes properly aligned, Kylie sharply brings her hips downwards and impales her plump pouch of a pussy onto your cock. Her slit gapes first for your swollen cockhead and then swiftly swallows the rest of your length, as your thick, twitching manhood pushes between her pink lips and ascends inside her snug tunnel. Warm, moist flesh envelops your cock with every inch that slips inside her tight pussy, but that sensation doesn’t stay constant, as Kylie then begins rising and falling atop you, creating an unbelievably delightful friction as her ridged walls brush against your iron-hard length from each and every direction.

          She’s just so . . . fucking . . . tight. You can feel the beat of her heart as it lightly pulsates within her walls, and you don’t doubt that she can feel yours too as your cock throbs with it.

          “I can feel your heartbeat, Daddy,” Kylie whispers, having your exact same thought.

          “I can feel yours too, sweetie,” you whisper back.

          “We’re a perfect match.”

          “Yeah. We are.”

          Kylie reaches for your hands. You let her grab and hold them. She lovingly curls her fingers through the gaps between yours.

          An increasingly intense heat swirls beneath your flesh as your manhood repeatedly impales your daughter’s pussy. Your cock throbs and swells thicker with more blood as more electric pleasure runs through your nerves, and that added thickness only exacerbates your girl’s tightness, strengthening your pleasure. Kylie’s breasts lewdly jiggle on her chest as she bounces on your cock. At your crotch, Kylie’s ass thwaps into your groin at the bottom of every plunge, and though you’re tempted to grab each of the cute cheeks of her bouncing bum, you’re enjoying holding hands with your precious girl as the two of you make love. There’s no reason to ruin that.

          Knowing that she ought to keep things fresh, Kylie lets herself fall all the way to your groin, taking every inch of your cock into her cunt. She then begins swiveling her hips left and right and suddenly squeezes her pelvic muscles around you as she does, grinding your cock inside her warm, snug sheath as she simultaneously tightens her inner walls against it. That sharp sensation of her squeezing muscles takes you by surprise and pulls a gasp from your lips. You feel a large blob of pre-seed swim up and out of your length, where it joins her wetness. And Kylie must be feeling a similarly intense pleasure to yours right now, because her raspy, mewling breaths are beginning to sound more and more like throaty moans.

          Kylie slips one of her hands out of yours and brings it to her crotch, where she starts deeply rubbing her mound, pressing into her clitoral hood.

          “Are you close, sweetie?” you ask.

          “Mhm,” she hums in a sweet whine as she bites her bottom lip.

          “Here, let me.”

          You brush that hand from Kylie’s cunt and free that space for yours. Before you touch her, you direct practiced thoughts of lust and pleasure to the tip of your forefinger, and when you’re satisfied that you’ve charged it well enough, you bring it towards Kylie’s pussy and circle it around her stiff clitoris within its hood. Instantly, your touch and the powerful magics you’d infused within it have Kylie crying out in a shrill, girlish moan. She sharply arches her back, flicking her hair behind herself as her entire body tenses, and she bunches her arms together at her sides and tightly contracts her wings. Kylie’s pelvic muscles start rhythmically clenching in orgasm, and that draws a pleasured groan from you as her cunt squeezes you in its heat like it otherwise never quite could. Those contractions get you dangerously close to your finish yourself, but you manage to wield your will and fight it off. This isn’t a position to end it in. You want gravity ensuring that your girl’s womb stays full of her father’s seed.

          When Kylie’s orgasm fades, the tension gradually leaves her body. She slowly slackens and slouches, with your cock still motionlessly buried within her. A lock of her platinum hair falls over her face as she hangs her head and lets out a long, ragged breath. She stretches her great wings to their full, ceiling-touching extent before folding them again. She then brushes her hair from her face, revealing her half-lidded eyes and weakened smile.

          “Thank you, Daddy,” Kylie whispers.

          “You’re welcome, baby,” you tell her, smiling with her.

          Then, without another word, you abruptly shoot forward. You wrap an arm around Kylie’s hips and flip her over and onto her back, with her head on your pillow and with your knees planted on the bedsheets between her open legs. You take her into a hungry, assertive kiss, invading her mouth and slathering her tongue with your own.

          “My turn,” you growl between kisses.

          “Fuck me hard, Daddy,” Kylie begs in a whisper.

          As if you weren’t already going to.

          Kylie entwines her legs around your hips, and with that, you begin pounding her pussy. You savagely thrust your cock in and out of her little hole with violent slams of your hips into her crotch. You continue your deep kiss as you ravage her, claiming her mouth with your tongue as you claim her cunt with your manhood. You force apart Kylie’s youthful walls with every thrust, and each thrust is more pleasurable than the one before it. That pleasure only triples when she again starts suddenly and sharply squeezing her pelvic muscles around you, urging more pre-seed to ooze from you in a sign of what’s rapidly becoming imminent. Kylie’s well-trained muscles coil around you almost firmly enough to slow your thrusts, despite how soaked your girl’s tunnel is, and her cunt takes your throbbing member with a delightful contrast of gripping friction and soaked ease of passage. Just as it was when you took her virginity, Kylie’s tight, teen pussy still remains as the perfect hole for your cock, the perfect sheath to snuggle it and squeeze it in warmth and wetness until it’s spurting and inseminating her, making her womb into the breeding grounds for your rich cum that it’s meant to be. There’s no better seed to fertilize Kylie’s young garden than her father’s.

          You break your kiss and raise yourself to your arm’s extent, keeping yourself propped up over Kylie with balled-up fists jammed into the mattress on each side of her as you take her like an animal. Your pummeling hips haven’t slowed, and you still fuck Kylie with the same forceful thrusts that rock her body and violently bounce her fleshy breasts. Kylie matches every thumping of your crotch into hers with cute, high-pitched ah’s and unh’s, whimpering as her father dominates her and pillages her poor pussy, as you claim the deepest depths of her youthful body.

          There’s a sheen of sweat shining on you now. Your cock is aching for release. It’s ready to shoot off inside the tight tunnel coiled around it and to deposit its seed into the womb its crown prods against. Your heart is racing now, and you know that Kylie can feel the beat of it as it rhythmically swells your member. Her walls are still coiling tightly around you, and there aren’t many more thrusts until she has you nearing your climax. The hot pressure building at the base of your cock is nearing its boiling point.

          As lust burns like a fire in your chest, aggression burns alongside it. You grab Kylie’s throat and squeeze, not enough to choke her, but enough to send the clear message that her and her little cunt belong to you.

          “Cum inside me, Daddy,” Kylie pleads fervently, begging you with an eagerness that’s unfazed by your menacing grip. “Cum in my pussy.”

          Matching her submissive words, Kylie’s legs spread wider, giving you the best angle to take her young pussy as deeply as you can. As your spine tingles and your cock swells to its fullest and gets ready for that first thick squirt, you slightly shift yours and Kylie’s positioning by grabbing her ass and somewhat angling it up, letting you take her at a more downwards angle and piledrive her pussy.

          “You want your father to knock you up again?” you ask breathily.

          “Yes, Daddy.”

          Then let there be life.

          The pressure at the base of your cock explodes into a fiery bliss. You bring Kylie’s ass towards your hips and make it meet you halfway as you violently thrust your cock into the hilt of her gaping slit one last time. You press your crown into her cervix and make a direct line of travel for your incoming seed to go where it rightfully belongs. Then, at last, every nerve in your body sings with ecstasy as your cock starts spewing thick, rich ropes of white, dumping your fertile seed directly into Kylie’s waiting womb. Your chest rumbles with a low, pleasured groan as your gut tightens and contracts. Your cock twitches out rope after rope that pools into what you know is a sea of white seed inside her. When your flow finally lessens, you thrash into your daughter’s pussy a few more times, using that friction on your sensitive cock to urge it into oozing out the last of your cum, all while groaning from the bottom of your lungs.

          The fire of your pleasure eventually flickers away. When you’ve got no more to shoot off and your cock starts softening, you quickly grab a pillow from the top of the bed and wedge it under Kylie’s ass, to keep it raised and to keep her vagina angled upwards. You rear up and onto your knees and slowly pull your cum-smeared cock out of Kylie’s sloppy-with-spunk pussy, inch by inch. When your wide crown finally slips from her with a faintly audible schlip, as that last touch of her lips against your member brings a sharp tickle of pleasure that has you sighing deeply, Kylie’s gaped cunt closes and returns to its former pink slit, good as new.

          You give Kylie’s spread thighs a few appreciative pats. You bring a hand to her cunt and gently pinch and squish the folds of her pouch, making her pink slit drool a trickle of your white cum, the small amount that didn’t have the space to sit in her full womb. Gods . . . you love seeing that little pink pussy creamed. You’ll never get tired of seeing the most private and pure of your daughter’s flesh soiled with her father’s seed. Never.

          You lean down again and take Kylie into a gentle kiss. When you pull away, her eyes are sparkling with affection.

          “I love you, Daddy.”

          “I love you too.”

          You scoot over until your knees are down at Kylie’s side, and when you hold your limp, cum-smeared cock towards her face, she needs no command to open her mouth and take it between her plump lips. With your softness having robbed a few inches from you, Kylie has no trouble wrapping her lips around the base of your cock as she cleans you. She thoroughly runs her tongue all along and all around your length, licking her father’s cock clean of some of the cum that her own tight pussy had just squeezed out of him. She makes good time, and when she’s confident that she’s polished you off to perfection, she loudly pops you out of her mouth and gives your crown a loving kiss.

          You roll onto your back beside her and rest your head on the other pillow. Kylie starts showering your cheek with slow, soft kisses, giving you tender loving, just like she always does after you fuck her. You snap your fingers and extinguish every candle but the one on the nightstand beside you, readying you and Kylie to wind down and relax before you sleep.

          Kylie gives your cheek one last kiss before nuzzling her head against the side of yours and sighing. You grab a resting lock of her white-blonde hair from the bedsheets and start gently running your fingers back and forth through it, enjoying its softness.

          “Daddy, do you remember the Princess Song?” Kylie asks.

          A smile curls along your lips. “I do,” you say with a nod.

          “Have I told you before that, when I got bigger and you stopped singing it to me, I still sang it to myself before I slept?”

          You chuckle under your breath. “No, you hadn’t.”

          “Usually I sang it in my head . . . but sometimes I sang it aloud.
          ‘I’m hushed now, I’m silent, and I won’t cry,
          Because my Daddy the King has made for me a lull-a-by,’”

          – She sings each word soft and smooth, and Gods does she have a beautiful singing voice –

          “‘The King’s daughter always has nothing to fear,
          And so I will never shed another single tear,
          Everything in this world I see,
          I can say ‘this all belongs to me,’
          For me, my Daddy will make the world spin and turn,
          And if it won’t, my Daddy’ll make it wither and burn.
          This world’s my Daddy’s and that means it’s mine too,
          Because my Daddy’s love for me is endless and true.’”

          Kylie put her own spin on it to reflect her father’s absence. That’s cute of her . . . but it also brings some sadness to your heart. Was it truly the right decision to have her sleep in her nest and not with you when she was little? Sometimes you aren’t sure.

          “Why did you still sing it?” you ask. “Were you still scared?”

          “No, I just . . . I liked thinking about you before I slept.”

          “Do you still sing it in your head?”

          “I don’t need to. I always have you right beside me.”

          Something flashes behind the curtains of each of your bedroom windows. You and Kylie both notice it and raise your heads. After the flash, the curtains glow with a gentle, white light. You start hearing a strange, muffled noise that oddly sounds like it’s coming from above your head.

          “What’s going on?” Kylie asks.

          You slowly shake your head. “I don’t know.”

          You roll out of bed and stand onto your feet. You suddenly hear distant shouting, and as soon as you do, something clicks in your head as you realize that the muffled noise is the crackling of a fire. A large fire.

          “Stay here,” you order Kylie with a quick glance towards her as you dart to the other side of your bed. You slip on your breeches but bother with nothing more. You throw open the bedroom door and sprint down the hall. The windows in the rooms you pass are also alight.

          Only a moment later, you’re pushing through the front door and stepping onto the porch, and as you do, to your horror, you find your entire farm ablaze.

          Every house – including yours – is ignited with roaring, white flames, billowing towering pillars of pitch-black smoke as the fires devour the air and eat away at each house’s roof. Down the road at the edge of your farm, between the two southmost farmhouses, Kian is clothed in only his breeches, just as you are, and he holds his two daggers at arm’s length in front of him, doing his best to keep at bay two armed, crimson imps. They glare at him with narrowed, bright-red eyes as they each hold the tips of their longswords towards him. Between Kian’s wide-standing legs, Vapula lay on her back, clutching her bleeding thigh.

          One of the two imps staring Kian down begin strafing clockwise to Kian’s left. He’ll be doomed once they’re on both sides of him.

          Making a snap decision on which crisis needs your attention first, you hurry to the steps of your porch and leap from the top step to the dirt. You sprint towards Kian and Vapula, and with a flick and flourish of your hand you send a bolt of whitefire hissing down the road. Kian and the imps turn their heads towards it when they see and hear it. The imp strafing around Kian doesn’t react in time, and the firebolt thumps into his back and detonates him into a blinding explosion of white flames. With no hand to hold it, the departed’s sword falls blade-first to the ground and sinks a few inches into the earth when it hits. When the short-lived burst of whitefire flickers away, the plume of fine, black ash it leaves behind drifts slowly down to the dirt.

          Kian whips his head towards the remaining imp and darts at him with a crouching lunge, taking the imp by surprise and sticking his belly with both of his daggers before athletically rolling away. The imp tenses and clutches at his wounds, and his legs buckle as his strength leaves him. He stumbles and falls onto the flat of his back with a grunt, and his sword bounces out of his hand as he hits the dirt. Kian swiftly sheaths his left-hand dagger and snatches the imp’s weapon from the ground, and he turns to you just as you come to stop beside them all.

          “Dad,” Kian yells over the fires, his voice shaking with fear. “The—the houses, and—and Vapula.”

          You slowly rotate with an arm raised and hand outstretched, and as you will it to be, with an immense spending of your strength, each of the fires burning atop the homes are snuffed out. When the last fire dies, its crackling dies with it, leaving an eerily sudden quiet that’s dotted only by Vapula and the wounded imp’s low groans. And with the light from the fires gone, the moonlight does little to help you make out any figures in the dark. You snap your fingers and summon that same whitefire wisp to follow you and hover beside your head, and with that taken care of, you turn and face Kian.

          “Is Valerie sleeping in stone?” you ask hurriedly.

          “Yeah.”

          “Then go and get everyone else out of their homes,” you command in an even faster flurry of words. “Now!”

          Kian nods and takes off towards the house nearest to him, the home of his birthmother and mouse-siblings. As he leaves, you lower yourself onto your knees beside Vapula, and you give her a quick lookover. Her thigh is endlessly seeping blood, but she’s still breathing well, and she still has strong color in her cheeks. She’s not on death’s door just yet. And you’ll make sure she doesn’t get there.

          “I’m sorry,” she mumbles, shame afflicting her words.

          “Don’t be,” you tell her as you hover your hands over her wounded thigh. “You’ll be fine here in a moment.”

          She weakly shakes her head. “It’s my fault. They baited me. They got the better of me.”

          Behind you, Kian shepherds Amily and the sickly Alaya, Averie, and Natalia out of their house. They’re all garbed in their bedwear of nothing more than nightshirts that reach their thighs, and Amily carries a lit lantern in her hand. Kian guides them to stand in the middle of the road a safe twenty or so yards behind you, and they watch you in frightened silence as Kian leaves them to fetch more of the others.

          As you move your hands in smooth motions over her wound, with yet more spending of your energy, you slowly but surely instruct Vapula’s torn flesh and severed blood vessels to repair themselves and sew themselves whole. And it’s still not taking a toll on you. You’re still yet to feel a hit from any of the magic you’ve just weaved in the past few minutes.

          “I wasn’t prepared for them,” Vapula mutters, facing the starry sky. “I shouldn’t be here. You deserve a better wife than me. Strength deserves strength . . . and I don’t deserve the dirt beneath us.”

          “Oh, stop,” you grumble. “Gods, you demons can be awfully melodramatic, you know that? I’m not giving you permission to banish yourself, so don’t even get that fucking thought, alright?”

          Kelly, Cain, and Hannah trot out of their barn with Kian and join Amily and your mouse-girls. Kian darts off again.

          Vapula’s flesh is nearly whole. When you glance up at her face, you’re shocked to see tears running down her cheeks, as their moisture shines in the light of your wisp. “You’re strong,” she says. “I’m weak. You’re dishonoring yourself. You should just end me.”

          Anger wells in your chest and tightens your lungs. As soon as Vapula’s wound is completely healed, you lean closer to her and violently grab her face. “Listen to me, you dumb bitch,” you snarl at her as you force her to look your way. “You’ve got my child inside you. My child. Of my seed. You will not leave this place, and you will not hurt yourself, do you understand?” The last words leave your lips in a spittle-flinging hiss, and droplets of your saliva fleck against Vapula’s face.

          Vapula’s eyes bulge when she takes in what you’ve just told her. “Truly?” she asks.

          You nod. “Wait a week if you don’t believe me,” you growl at her. “You’re about to start showing.”

          Kian leads Whitney, Sophie, and Hugo out from the door of their shared home. Kian then turns and sprints down the road, towards your house.

          “It’ll be strong,” Vapula says as her eyes flit between yours, radiating an affection you’ve never before seen from her. “Like you.”

          You shift your hand from Vapula’s jaw and cup her cheek as you give her a quick, comforting kiss, and Vapula’s lips gladly move to meet with and catch against yours. When you pull your mouth away, you look her in her eyes.

          “Can you stand?” you ask.

          “I think so.”

          You take each of Vapula’s hands and gently help her upwards, and sure enough, she’s able to firmly plant her feet and keep herself upright with her legs.

          You stand to your feet and look to the small crowd of your family. “Whitney,” you yell to her. “Come here.”

          Your heavily-pregnant dog-wife hurriedly obeys and jogs over to you. As she prefers to sleep in the nude, she made herself decent only with a white bedsheet that she holds wrapped around her.

          “Are you two okay?” she asks, her eyes wide with concern.

          “We’re fine,” you answer brusquely . “Listen, I want you to check the roof of every home and see how badly the fires damaged them. If any of them might collapse, I don’t want anyone sleeping under them until you’ve got them repaired.”

          “I’ll get right on it,” she says with a nod. She starts to turn away, but you grab her shoulder and stop her.

          “One more thing,” you add as she faces you again. “And do this first. Do you remember your old crossbow, the one I had you give to me? It’s in my bedroom, in my trunk. Get it and bring it here. Quickly.”

          Whitney nods again and runs for your house.

          “What do you want to do with him?” Vapula asks as she glares at the wounded imp, who still lay flat on his back, groaning and bleeding.

          “I’ll get to him in a moment.”

          Kylie, Rebecc, and the crying and shrieking Lillian are all guided out of your home by Kian just as Whitney passes them and heads inside. Kylie has clothed herself in a brassiere and panties. She’s not tautly cupping her crotch. She must’ve put one of her plugs inside her cunt. She and the others join the rest of your family. Kian strides past them, joining your side.

          “You’re gonna make him pay, right?” Kian asks, glaring at the imp.

          “They all will,” you reply coldly.

          “Daddy?” Hugo calls out. He’s watching you with eyes widened with both curiosity and terror.

          “It’s alright, Hugo,” you assure him. “Bad men came here, but I stopped them. Everyone’s safe. You should be able to go back to bed here soon.”

          Lillian still shrieks in Rebecc’s arms, unsoothed by her birthmother’s usually-effective attempts at rocking her and gently shushing her.

          “Nurse her,” you tell Rebecc.

          Rebecc looks to you and nods. She pulls down the stretchable collar of her nightshirt far enough to pull out one of her breasts. She shifts Lillian in her arms and brings her baby’s mouth to her teat, and Lillian begins nursing immediately. Her muffled wails soon fade to silence as she suckles, as the softness of her mother’s flesh and the warmth of her creamy milk quickly soothe her. You and Rebecc are both aware that it’s a bad idea to make a habit of nursing an infant to sleep, for a multitude of reasons, but this night is not a typical one. In fact, you’re going to make sure this night never happens again.

          Whitney returns with her crossbow. Your crossbow, that is. It’s an imposing weapon of reddish wood and black steel, and it’s just as deadly as it appears to be. Whitney hands it to you. You then in turn hand it to Vapula.

          “You want to repent for failing me? Start practicing with that,” you tell her as she rotates the weapon in her hands. “Vigorously. I want you proficient with it by the end of the week. You don’t have to be a master of it by then, but I want you to know how to use it, and how to use it well. Do you think you can do that for me?”

          Her violet eyes flick upwards from the weapon, meeting yours, shining with a devilish glint. “Easily,” she says with a wicked smirk, her confidence finally returning to her. About time. You certainly didn’t want her to remain that sniveling crybaby she was a moment ago. She’s better than that. And behavior like that isn’t why you took her as a wife.

          Now, it’s time to put this night to rest.

          You walk to the imp that still lay groaning and writhing, clutching his bleeding gut. His wounds don’t seem as though they’ll kill him in the next few minutes, and that’s good. You want him alive. You lower yourself onto one knee beside him and snatch the wide satchel from the belt along his waist, and he pays you little mind as you do. You open the satchel and find a pair of scrolls within, and when you unroll the scrolls and take a quick look at each of them, you realize that they’re exactly what you expected them to be.

          “Kian, take these,” you instruct him as you hold the satchel and scrolls out to him.

          “What are they?” he asks as he comes and grabs them from you.

          “Whitefire scrolls. I figured as much. There’s no way these two summoned fires as big as those on the strengths of their own magic.”

          Kian doesn’t leave your side, and so you look up at him and nod your head towards the rest of your family. “Go,” you tell him. “Give me some space.”

          He nods and obeys.

          When he’s gone, you face the imp again. “Look at me,” you order him.

          He turns his head your way and glares at you with a half-grimace, half-scowl.

          “Why have you done this?” you ask him calmly, speaking quiet enough to keep your words out of the earshot of your family.

          “You know why,” he answers between gritted teeth.

          You breathe a short sigh. “I’m not a violent man, imp,” you muse. “Never have been. I wasn’t in my old life, and I’m not now. I have no lust for blood. I have no desire to kill. But as you can see from your friend over there . . . I’m no pacifist. He was the first life I’ve taken in, Gods, I don’t know how long. I was actually starting to be quite proud of that fact. And here you’ve gone and ruined it.” You look away and give another sigh, and then you look to the imp again and shake your head. “Do you expect me not to retaliate for this? Does Zetaz truly think me that cowardly, that disarmed?”

          “The fuck are you gonna do?” he asks with a suffering grunt, still clutching at his bleeding belly. “There’s thirty of us. How many of you here can fight? Two? Three? Those aren’t good odds.”

          “Are you assuming that one of you is worth one of me?”

          “Do you think you’re worth thirty?”

          “I’m worth a thousand,” you snarl at him, speaking the last two words under a hissing breath as your temper flares. You grab him by his throat and squeeze chokingly tight. “You think those were fires? I’ll show you a fucking fire.” You shove his head away and stand to your feet.

          You pace away from the imp. When you’re standing halfway between him and your family, you turn towards him again. “Your little gang has done something of great importance here tonight, imp,” you shout, letting every ear on this farm hear your words. “Years from now, when Mareth belongs to me, when I have a wife from every corner of this world and sons and daughters of every race living, you all will be remembered as the first example of what happens to those who attack my family!”

          The imp gives a weak laugh, and he winces when that laugh causes him pain. “Enough,” he mutters as he looks your way. “Get it over with. Go on. Kill me.”

          You shake your head. “I’m not killing you.”

          His eyes lower into a glare. “What, you want to torture me first? Then why don’t you have your fuckin’ kids watch you while you do it?”

          You shake your head again. “I’m not torturing you either.”

          “Well do fuckin’ something!” he sneers as he looks skywards. “This hurts like a bitch.”

          “Don’t worry. I’ll be healing that.”

          The imp looks to you. “What?”

          You go to him and kneel beside him again as a half-smirk curls along the left side of your lip. “You’re going to make all of this much easier for me.”

          “I’m not doing shit for you.”

          “Yes, you are.”

          The imp spits into your face. “Fuck you.”

          You laugh as you wipe the spit from your cheek. “See, imp, the nice thing about being me is that I never take no for an answer,” you muse. “In the end, I always get what I want. And if you’re standing in the way of that, you’ll do one of two things. You’ll burn, or . . .” you pause and prod your forefinger into the imp’s brow. “. . . you’ll serve.”

          The imp’s body tenses in a jolt as you forcefully bore a hole into his thoughts, slithering your mind deep inside his.
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