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Story Codes: Male/Female, Fantasy, Magic, Incest, Oral Sex, Exhibitionism

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Princess Ava – Echur, the Princedom of Kivoneth, the Strifelands of Zeutch

“What do you mean?” demanded my father, bursting out of his bed naked and flinging himself at Master Mage Shevoin. “Destroyed?”

“Yes, your Highness,” cowered Shevoin. An older man, his skin almost as pale as a Zeutchian, his hair graying. He came from the Collegiate Tower of Esh-Esh, skilled in magic, my father’s closest adviser.

As my father stood trembling in rage, joy surged through me. I rubbed my naked thighs together beneath our mused blankets, feeling his incestuous cum leaking out of my pussy. I hated my father. He’d turned cold after Mother’s death, withdrawing in on himself and embarking on his mad plan to restore the High King Peter’s empire. None had succeed in the two hundred years since Peter’s death. Only chaos rained. Zeutch had been wracked by wars, the princes rising and falling to try and take control of the large nation while holding desperately onto their own pieces of it.

And then my father had found a way to imbue an entire army of statues. Nonliving soldiers made of hard stone destroyed his rivals. He’d conquered a dozen smaller princedoms in the last two years, swallowing half of Zeutch in the process. The Lodestone let him do it. Somehow, it gave the rare ability of imbuing to thousands of people while simultaneously robbing them of their will, making them slaves utterly to my father.

“How fast can you find another Lodestone to enchant?” my father said, his rage already cooling. His passions never lasted long, whether anger or lust. He looked like pale marble in the silvery moonlight streaming through his bedroom window, his hair a pale blond.

“The mine has never found another piece big enough,” the mage answered. “I do not know if we ever will. The Lodestone was unique. That much magnetic iron found in a single rock…”

“Gods damn it,” Father said, his voice cold. “And what does that mean for my army. They were attacking Anaopeth.”

“They will be deactivated, of course,” Shevoin said. “Just like when you withdraw your will from your proxy and it goes still.”

Like me, my father was an imbuer, able to take control of inanimate objects with his soul. But only one at a time. It had perplexed me when Father found a way to control an entire army then horrified me to learn how he did it.

But Sven had done it. My fiance, the man I truly loved, had stopped my father’s foul machination.

I couldn’t help but gloat right now even as I flew to my father, bounding naked from the bed and hugging him from behind. I pressed my small breasts into his back, hugging him, my face rubbing between his shoulder blades.

“You shall find a way to prevail, Father,” I said. “Your standing army is powerful. You have half of Zeutch under your control. You don’t need those statues.”

“Of course I do,” he growled. “I need my army to keep all the nobles in line while we expand. Without strong boots on their necks, sedition will whisper through my princedom.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “You must send reinforcements to the front as soon as possible. The army at the capital is closest.”

Then Sven will have nothing between him and sneaking into the castle to slay my father.

“It won’t work,” growled my father.

“But it must,” I protested. “It’s the—”

The anger burst out of him again. He twisted his body and struck me with his arm as he turned. Pain flared in my side as I stumbled back. I crashed into his chest of drawers. The wooden furniture creaked and rocked. I bounced off and fell onto my hands and knees. Tears sprang to my cheek.

The anger melted from his face. “Pater’s cock,” he groaned, rushing to me. “My sweetling. I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“I’m fine, Father,” I lied, such anger surging through me even as I stared at his cock swaying before me. It bobbed before my lips as he stood over me.

Lusts swelled through me. That spell he’d enchanted me with drove me wild. It made me want to pleasure him. He didn’t know I’d learned the truth, and I couldn’t let him think I was anything but a loving daughter.

“It was my fault for interfering,” I told him, grabbing his cock. The more I hated him, the more my body felt driven to pleasure him. It was so maddening. “Let me… soothe you. Relax you, so you can think.”

I sucked on the tip of his cock unable to stop myself. Beyond the fact it was incest—he was my father!—it felt so wrong to cheat on my true love. I would marry Sven, but I couldn’t stop my lusts. That damned enchantment upon me had me aching for my father’s embrace.

His dick twitched and throbbed hard in my mouth. He groaned, his hands sliding through my hair, caressing my blonde locks. He sucked in such deep breaths, the pleasure spilling across his face. He licked his lips, his fists clenching and relaxing as I pleasured him.

I moaned about his cock I bobbed my lips. He was fully erect now. I didn’t care that Shevoin saw my depraved lusts for my father’s cock. The man knew about the spell, had recommended it to my father. And knowing he watched my shameful behavior only made my pussy wetter.

I shoved my right hand between my thighs. I stroked my dripping flesh. I felt my father’s cum leaking out of my snatch. I groaned, smearing the incestuous seed into my pussy lips and silky bush. I shuddered, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders, my small breasts jiggling.

“My sweetling,” Father groaned, his hand running through my silken curls. “Oh, yes, I need this so much. I need to think. You love me so much.”

I hated him so much.

I sucked even harder. My cheeks hollowed. Humiliation burned through me, propelling my mouth to bob faster and faster, to revel in my degradation. I plunged two fingers into my cum-filled pussy. My snatch clenched down on them. My fingers made such an obscene sound as they plundered my sloppy depths.

“Yes,” Father panted. “My sweetling, I am so sorry. I’ll never hurt you again. Not so long as you love me. Not so long as you’ll be my queen.”

“Your Highness, should I withdraw?” the mage asked, his voice tight. But I could see his hand fondling his black robe, the symbol of his status as a master of magic. He squeezed his dick through it, probably thinking of my bedmaid Greta. I let him fuck her in exchange for information.

“I’ll be finished soon,” Father groaned. “I can never last long in my sweetling’s mouth. She sucks so good. She loves my dick.”

His words made my cheeks burn. My fingers plunged faster into my cunt. Pleasure rippled through me, fanned by the humiliation. My tongue danced about the crown of his dick as I nursed on it. I tasted his salty precum, hungry for the true delight to come.

He groaned, his chest rising and falling as I pleasured him. His narrow, hard face twisted in rapture. His hips moved, fucking his cock in and out of my mouth, using my oral cavity like a pussy. He reveled in degrading me.

“Oh, yes, my sweetling, what a hot mouth. I’m going to give you what you hunger for.”

My fingers curled in my pussy. I shuddered, moaning about his dick. Drool leaked down my chin. My fingers caressed down the walls of my snatch, searching for that wondrous spot Sven showed me. He gave me such pleasure. He always cared about me.

I found the bundle of nerves, massaging the spot in my cunt. Pleasure built in me. I sucked so hard as Father’s cock plunged over and over into my mouth. He groaned, gripping my blonde hair in his iron fists.

“Take it, my sweetling!” he groaned.

His salty, incestuous cum spurted into my mouth. The thick cream splashed against the back of my throat. It spilled around my tonsils then over my tongue. I gulped it down as my fingers attacked that wonderful spot in my cunt.

I exploded.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he snarled as he pumped his spunk into my mouth, humiliating me even further.

The shame fanned my orgasm to amazing heights. My entire body trembled. I whimpered about his dick as stars exploded through my vision. I swayed, my pussy convulsing so hard on my fingers. It spasmed, trying to milk them, eager for cum to spurt into my depths.

His cum.

I wanted his cock in me so badly. My father’s dick reaming my cunt, pumping me full of his cum, breeding me and—

I bucked so hard, my orgasm intensifying just thinking of my father breeding me. I wanted Sven to put a baby in me. I wanted his child, not my father. But my body yearned for that forbidden congress. To bear my father his heir like he craved.

What I had to do crystallized in my mind in that instance: I needed to flee.

I couldn’t stay in the castle any longer. I couldn’t spy on him for Sven. The longer I stayed here, the more the spell warped me. If I didn’t I would soon be begging Shevoin to remove my contraception enchantment so I could conceive that child my father wanted.

I swallowed the last of my father’s cum, my pussy still so juicy, so aching for his cum. I couldn’t be his slave. I had to be free of him. I needed to be with my Sven. Not through my statue proxies, but in the flesh.

“Come, Shevoin,” Father said, pulling his cock out of my mouth, “we have plans to make. I will see you in the morning, my sweetling. Do not fear, I will find away to salvage this disaster.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, sounding so wanton. I shuddered, hating myself for aching for him.

How would I escape? I needed to think, to plot. And that was hard as I kept masturbating, my body craving more pleasure. As my father left the room, I almost called to him. I fought so hard against the desire to beg him to fuck me.

To breed me.

Gods-damn that corrupted priestess of Luben for enchanting me with this spell!

To be continued…

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