Vaid Empire: Legends
A Knight’s Desire
12th of Onis, 19 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
Nomax‘s sword cut through the rain, flicking water from his blade. His world was drenched in the storm, yet still his eyes found her. A beauty nearby, matching his movements.
They were two of many, white cloaks rippling in the wind. Their brothers and sisters of The Privictis Order stood in neat lines, spaced just enough to avoid losing a limb from their neighbor. The synchronized movements of their training session distracted him from the rain tearing at his clothes, feeling as though he’d never get dry again.
They cut down invisible foes in unison. Slashing, chopping, thrusting. With every opportunity he turned his head just enough to see her through the storm, his Izria, a goddess wielding a dancing blade.
A lunge forward, a step back. The sand beneath their feet shifted. He turned his head once more to watch her, only to topple forward when his foot struck the tip of a buried rock. His shoulder slammed into the wet beach as he fell, releasing a pained grunt.
Everyone stopped. He watched their feet backing away, and as he peered up, he was met with the sight of High Peacekeeper Clin towering above him. The master of his Order peered down, rain pouring over his white armor. When he offered his hand, Nomax pulled himself to his feet.
The blond master clasped his shoulder hard, pressing closer to be heard over the raging storm. “Focus. You cannot protect The Empire if you’re consumed by distractions.” He then turned to address the group. “We’ve endured this rain long enough. You’re all dismissed!”
They began to follow The High Peacekeeper from the beach, yet Nomax only budged when he felt a slap on his back. Wincing, he turned to see Banix laughing at his side.
“I can’t wait to see the day Lord Clin’s legendary patience finally runs out. If anyone’s stupidity can make him snap, it’ll be yours!” he said, folding his large arms.
Nomax couldn’t help but smile as he shoved Banix. “Come on.” He hurried to catch up with the rest as they walked through The Capital. Surrounded by white buildings, the colossal Grand Pyramid loomed before them, the heart of The Empire shrouded by the storm like a mountain.
When they entered the massive fortress, Nomax felt as if he could breathe again when they entered the throne room, free of the oppressive rain. They followed one of the countless hallways until they reached a bathing chamber, a refuge for his soaked soul.
As always, they began to strip their wet tunics and cloaks, allowing slaves to take them away. Nude, all Nomax could think of was the warm water pooled in the center of the luxurious chamber. Such was the only desire he could admit to himself, for as his eyes found Izria through the crowd, he felt himself shudder.
She sat down at the shallow pool’s opposite edge with several other young women, her long black hair flowing over her breasts. Clasped hands between her feminine thighs concealed herself from his gaze, his eyes traveling over her fit and alluring form.
“A dangerous sight for a man to seek,” Banix said in a low voice, startling Nomax from his shameful fantasies. “We’re all children of The God Emperor here.”
“I was lost in thought. Nothing more,” Nomax replied hurriedly, feeling shame burning his cheeks. Why must he be reminded? If all members of The Privictis Order were bastards of The God Emperor, what did that make her? What did that make them?
“Sometimes I need a reminder myself. With so many sisters I never knew I had, a man can get…confused. Can’t forget we share blood,” Banix said as he cupped his hands, pouring water down his broad chest. “Yeah, can’t forget that…”
Nomax swallowed. Even his reflection in the water was a reminder of that fact. Countless times since he’d been summoned to join The Order had he been told how similar he looked to The God Emperor in his younger days. So often had he heard such things that he had intentionally grown his black hair long, doing all he could to differentiate himself from his…what exactly? Father? Their ruler had taken Nomax’s mother to bed, to be sure, yet never had he known him.
Similar features ran through Banix’s face, though not quite as strongly. The brown-haired boy had been his friend in the city of Falexia, and when the truth of their shared paternity had been revealed, it had been a simple thing to call him brother. Izria, however…
He found himself glancing at her, watching her head tilt back as she poured water through her long hair, as black as his. A shudder ran through him as he looked away, feeling a stirring in his loins.
“Your sister…yet you gaze upon her?” Nomax thought to himself with a scowl of disgust. His exposed manhood twitched, praying none had seen. “You’re a vile man, Nomax. A terrible, disgusting man.”
Despite his thoughts, his eyes traced over her feminine thighs. He knew what lay hidden between them, cursing himself as his jaw tightened. If they’d only part an inch…a single inch…
Horror spread through him when her eyes found his. He’d been caught. She held his gaze, only to purse her lips before giggling with her companions.
Shame filled his very core, a feeling he knew he deserved. Yet as he dared to glance back, he found her looking at him with curiosity, no longer giggling with her sisters for what could only be a moment. A single moment, yet his chest tightened at seeing her blush. Then the moment was gone, for she turned to whisper into her companion’s ear, one he recognized to be named Hazia.
“I’m going to my quarters,” he said, standing. To endure a single second more here would risk undoing him, already feeling his manhood beginning to harden.
Banix grabbed his arm. “Leaving already? We’ve earned this bath!”
Nomax pulled free of his grasp, wrapping himself in a shroud offered by a pretty slave. “Then enjoy it. I’ve had my fill.”
The brown-haired man watched him leave in disbelief. “As I said, utter stupidity…”
***
“I curse you…I curse you father…” Nomax muttered to himself. Even here, alone in his chambers, he felt the risk of his words. A single word against The God Emperor could be his end, yet he couldn’t stop. “Why did you sire her? Did you create her only for my torment?”
Lying atop his cot, one of the few furnishings within the tiny rectangular room, he stared at the stone ceiling flickering with candlelight. Long had he remained awake, knowing he should already be asleep like his companions, yet how could he? The image of Izria ran through his mind as he gritted his teeth.
“I curse you…” He felt a chill run across his bare form, as if The God Emperor had heard. Was such a thing even possible? Did he care?
His hands fell to his sides, feeling a burning within. The memory of her form moving in the rain danced through his mind. How graceful she had been, every move as skilled as a master’s blade. Her body had twisted, spun, a flexible and nimble display he couldn’t hope to forget.
The internal burning increased as his hand brushed against his manhood, feeling a tingle that forced him to pull away.
“She’s your sister…your sister!” he thought to himself as shame crept through his chest.
He thought of her bare body in the bathing chamber. A memory of water running through her silky black hair and down her pristine skin forced his lips to part. Once more his fingertips found his cock, and once more he pulled away in disgust.
Feminine thighs had remained shut to his gaze, the perfect shape to drive him to madness. If he could only run his hand along her smooth skin, to feel her warmth…
Fingers wrapped around his manhood, gently stroking his shaft. His hand moved up and down with the memory of her round young breasts, her perky nipples small and pink. A deep shudder ran through Nomax’s body as he closed his eyes, imagining caressing her soft form.
“My sweet Izria…my sweet…sister…”
He pulled away, feeling as if he’d scream in frustration. He moved to sit upon the bed’s edge, burying his face in his hands. Would The God Emperor hear if he wept? Would he absolve his terrible desires?
“What’s become of me?” he asked quietly, unable to escape the thought of her for long. The way her hips swayed each morning, walking to the day’s first training. Long had he sought to hold those hips, his eyes never failing to sneak a glance at her flawless rump.
The hardness between his legs was unbearable as he collapsed onto his back, his manhood standing like a towering beacon announcing his shame. Throbbing, a brother ached for his sister.
His breath seized in his throat as he dared to reclaim his grasp upon his shaft, feeling it twitch as his hand slowly moved up and down. Every moment felt as though he’d fall apart, shame threatening to consume him.
“She’s my sister…” His hand glided to pleasure himself. “My sister…my sister…”
His body clenched in bliss, feeling his toes curl as he closed his eyes. Already she was standing before him, a seductive ghost in his memory to torment him.
“Stop…Nomax…” he begged himself, only increasing his pace.
Her imaginary hands cupped her breasts, a display only for him.
“Stop…you disgusting…terrible man…”
Her hand crept down her belly, flat and fit from training. His own hand only stroked faster.
“She’s your sister…”
Her fingers slowly slid between her thighs, concealing the very place that held his obsession. Her pretty lips teased him with a smile, moving close to his ear.
His hand frantically stroked, almost able to feel her warm breath in his shameful fantasy. She brushed against his cheek. When he heard her voice, a single terrible word, he knew it’d be his undoing.
“Brother.”
A cry burst from his lips, arching his back as his hips bucked. His hand squeezed tightly as if it’d restrain his shame, continuing to stroke as his seed came forth in thick ropes. His pleasure slowly succumbed to disgust when his climax began to fade, releasing a whimper.
He remained atop the bed, his body limp as he stared at the dark ceiling. For a moment he felt as though he didn’t exist, floating endlessly, yet reality wasn’t so kind. The truth of his terrible deed seeped into his awareness, inescapable, strangling.
When he forced himself to sit up, he felt a warmth against his toe as it found the pool of his shame, a brother’s seed spilled heavily upon the white stone floor at the thought of his sister.
He could bear no more. Nomax sprang from his bed, ripping open the door to escape his thoughts. He wanted to be anywhere but here. He needed to get away, else he’d drown.
Outside his door, he stepped out into the massive circular chamber of The Privictis Order’s training hall. He stood upon one of the stone balconies that circled the curved walls, each granting access to the numerous doors of individual dorms. His own was located upon the third level balcony.
Nearing the edge, he gripped the railing tightly, seeing the steep fall below. He took in a deep breath, feeling the fresh air of the colossal chamber.
“No one knows.” Looking out at the many doors, each illuminated only by candles tended to by slaves, he allowed himself to ease.
Below, he watched as a pretty slave polished the stone floor, wearing little aside from a loincloth. With her body bathed in the flickering light of a candle she had placed next to her, he peered at her rear, squinting. It would take a single command to summon her to his chamber. Such was the right of all recruits of The Order. He could take her into his bed and pour his forbidden lusts into the warmth between her thighs as Banix often liked to do.
A hint of envy whispered through him as he thought of his friend, his brother. The man could content himself with pretty slaves. As Nomax’s gaze found Izria’s door across the chamber, he knew only a single future would satisfy him.
The peaceful silence of the training hall was disturbed only by the quiet movements of the slave as he stood for what felt like an eternity. He peered at the slave, then Izria’s far door. Two fates, yet only one would do.
His hands squeezed the railing as he inhaled a breath. Releasing it, he pushed back through his door. The small desk waited at the foot of his bed, a simple thing made of dark wood. He felt its smooth surface against his fingers as he hesitated. When he picked up the blank message cylinder, his urges proved too great from which to flee.
The wooden cylinder was hollow, containing several blank sticks with flat surfaces to write upon. Lord Clin had ensured each recruit of The Order had one ready at their disposal should they feel the need to write messages to the families they had left behind. This cylinder, however, would carry no message to Nomax’s mother. It would not inform his lost friends of how he was faring. Instead, it’d hold a terrible request.
Nomax extracted a blank stick from the cylinder, holding it tightly. A simple message was all he could manage, etching a request for Izria to meet him within the rainforest at night, alone. He peered at his words with disgust, feeling an urge to snap the stick into pieces. Gripping it tightly, he prepared to break it, only to find he couldn’t force himself to proceed.
Dropping the stick, he buried his face in his hands once more. What had been done to him? What monster would consider such a thing?
As he opened his eyes, he stared at the message. He should burn it, destroying all evidence of his temptation. It’d be a simple moment of weakness she’d never need to know about. Such was the right thing to do, and yet…
The message slid back into the cylinder, ready for delivery.
16th of Onis, 19 AVE.
Domani, Capital of The Vaid Empire.
The rainforest echoed with the sounds of distant creatures, yet Nomax forced himself to focus upon his blade. It moved in rhythm with the rest of his companions, a flawless display that revealed nothing of the war raging within him.
“That’s enough for today,” Lord Clin commanded, lowering his blade. He stood near the edge of the large stone circle that acted as their training area. “As a mere man, I can rely only upon my abilities with a sword. The rest of you aren’t quite so limited. For the rest of the day, I want you to practice utilizing your…gifts.”
Murmurs of excitement whispered through the group, yet Nomax hardly noticed as he squeezed the cylinder in the pocket of his white tunic. They all walked toward the edges of the circle, unclasping their sheathed swords from their belts. They placed them onto the stone slabs outlining the training area, for such weapons couldn’t be disrespected by laying upon the ground.
After discarding his sword, Nomax waited as the others slowly began to return to their places within the circle. He made his way towards Izria’s sword, appearing calm as he passed a group of recruits locked in conversation as they laid their weapons down. He squeezed the cylinder, his heart racing. There’d be no turning back. The moment it left his hand, his fate would be sealed.
Moving discreetly, he slid the cylinder just beneath her discarded blade. A massive weight left his shoulders as it parted from his fingers, a decision that had tormented him for far too long.
As he returned to his place within the circle, he peered back in time to see recruit Hazia eying her friend’s blade. Nomax felt as though his heart would stop.
“Hurry to your places. We have much to do,” Lord Clin instructed calmly.
Nomax felt his blood pumping as Hazia reached down, her fingers brushing the cylinder. An icy chill seized him as she found his eyes, granting him a knowing smile. When she pushed the cylinder further under the blade to better conceal it, his lips parted in silent astonishment.
The others began to practice their powers as he stood dumbfounded, watching Hazia return to her place without a word.
“Something the matter? You look pale,” Banix asked at his side.
Nomax broke from his thoughts, raising a lightly trembling hand to match his brother’s. “I didn’t sleep last night, that’s all.” He concentrated, willing a small flame to ignite in his palm.
“Last night, or several nights?” Banix chuckled, igniting his own flame. “I haven’t seen you like this since our mothers caught us stealing when we were ten.”
“Those were simple worries. We’re not in Falexia anymore.” Nomax glanced at Izria nearby, seeing her flame dance atop her fingertips. Such powers came from The God Emperor’s blood, a reminder of who she was. He shuddered with shame.
***
When night fell, his life hung upon the edge of a blade. The sounds of distant creatures were fainter than they were during the day, for predators crept through the rainforest. He cared little, for his thoughts rested entirely with her.
Having returned to the training area after everyone had fallen asleep, he paced from one end of the stone circle to the other.
“Please don’t come,” he whispered. There’d be no stopping himself now. He could only hope she had thrown the message away, saving them both from his urges. “Don’t come, Izria.”
When the soft sounds of steps echoed from the path leading to the circle, he felt his heart sink. Either she had reported his message to Lord Clin, or worse, she had come alone.
The latter of his fears were proven true when she emerged from the dense vegetation concealing the path, moving like a glowing goddess in the moonlight. She stepped onto the circle, each stride of her nimble legs graceful. In place of her cloak, a long shroud was wrapped to conceal herself instead, its thin silk displaying the outline of her form.
“You came,” he muttered.
“I came.” She slowly approached until she was close enough to reach out and touch.
For too long he had pondered what he’d finally say. When the time came, however, he discovered the words had vanished.
A smile touched her pretty lips. “I’d ask why you summoned me here, alone, yet I must confess I have some idea of why that might be.”
“Respectfully, no, you don’t.” He ran a hand through his hair with unease. “I…apologize. I should never have-”
She put her finger to his lips. “You can’t apologize for pursuing what’s entirely natural. I’ve seen you, Nomax. If you believe you’ve been sneaky with your glances…well, you haven’t.”
The feeling of her finger sparked something within him, their first touch. His face reddened as his mouth opened to reply.
“No denial is needed, Nomax. As I said, such a thing is natural.” She gently touched his cheek, her arm bare as it left the shroud. “I’d even say it’s flattering.”
“Natural?” He gritted his teeth in disgust. “It was…wrong. Even summoning you here was an abomination.”
“Yet you did, and here I stand.” She moved closer, forcing him to pull back as she attempted to kiss him.
“What’re you-”
She offered a pouty expression. “How cruel, tempting me to come all this way in the dark, only to deny me. You know why you summoned me. I know why you summoned me. Even Hazia has noticed you glancing my way.”
His shame only grew. “She has no part in this.”
“Oh, yet you’d be interested in what she has to say, I think.” She offered a teasing smile. “A brother and sister out here, alone. Yes, she has quite a few opinions on that.”
He pulled away once more, only to allow her hand to return to his cheek. The feeling of it quickened his heart, placing his own hand atop hers. “This was a mistake.”
“She’d disagree. In fact, it was her insistence that prompted me to come tonight. She says…” Izria blushed. “She says there is no bond more natural than one between kin.”
He peered down, seeing the moonlight passing through the thin fabric of her shroud. Her feminine curves taunted him, within reach. Every second was agony. “Yet a bond of…this sort is…is forbidden.”
“So they say, yet why do you crave it? Why are we drawn together?” She watched his reaction with a smirk. “Yes, I feel it too. An urge. A pull. Did you think you were alone?”
Nomax felt her pressing closer, her body brushing against his.
“You know The God Emperor favors Hazia. She has his ear, as he hers. What she’s learned is…” Moonlight gleamed in her eyes as they met his. “Beautiful.”
Closer her lips moved, and closer his own approached. Every thought begged him to pull back, yet every urge forced him forward. When their lips met, he felt as though he’d depart his body. A deep sensation of peace erupted through him, tasting her.
A heavy breath escaped her lips when they finally separated. She smiled, stepping back as she clasped the fabric upon her shoulders. “Our blood holds power, Nomax. It calls out to beings who share it. It calls out to its kin.”
Watching as she began to pull aside her shroud, his eyes opened wide as it slowly slid from her narrow shoulders. The thin fabric lowered, revealing nothing beneath but soft skin. She lowered it to expose her perky breast, two round orbs shining in the moonlight. The fabric glided down her belly, then past her hips before she let go completely. As it fluttered to the ground, she stood before him, entirely bare to his gaze.
“Brother and sister. Father and daughter. Hazia claims such bonds keep our blood pure and powerful.” She stepped closer, running a hand over his chest. “I happen to agree.”
Gently, as if a misstep would shatter the moment, he kissed her once more. The feeling of her perky chest made him shutter, knowing how utterly wrong their act was.
She took his hands, guiding them to cup her breasts. She allowed him to feel their weight, young and flawless in his grasp. “How long have you stared at them from afar? You’re my blood, Nomax. They’re yours.”
Gritting his teeth as temptation threatened to overcome him, he restrained himself, wanting to throw her down and claim what she offered. “Izria…this is forbidden…”
“Yet I sense your craving.” She kissed his neck, her warm breath against his skin. Two faint clicks echoed as she unclasped his cloak, allowing it to tumble down. “Close your eyes. Focus. You’ll sense my own desire.”
He obeyed, concentrating, remembering his training regarding his powers. They could sense the emotions of others if they were close enough, and he began to feel a hint of arousal radiating from the feminine form pressed against him. His lips parted, losing himself.
He kissed her deeply, unable to resist any longer. Their lips danced in a battle that threatened to destroy him, his lusts dueling with his shame. He tasted his sister, his kin, sliding his tongue within her mouth.
A moan escaped her, kin meeting kin, as she began to pull him gently to the ground. Never did he leave her as he pulled his cloak beneath them, granting her protection from the hard ground as she eased onto her back. Atop her, his hand ran along her side, caressing her feminine curves while holding her close.
Every second was an eternity as he explored her, tongues clashing. A deep throbbing ache echoed between his legs, his need becoming an obsession.
“You know why we’re here,” she said between deep breaths when their lips parted. She gripped his tunic, nearly ripping it as she pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Assessing his bare form, she bit her lip with a clear craving as her eyes fell upon his hardened manhood. “Don’t hold back now.”
A gasp escaped him at the feeling of her fingers brushing his cock, feeling as though the utter taboo of the act would shatter him. “I can’t stop…”
Her moan was nearly a purr as she stroked his manhood, hardened painfully in lust for his sister. “Nor should you. We commit a pure deed tonight, Nomax. A love ordinary beings could never hope to understand.”
She released his cock, spreading her thighs further as he remained kneeling between them. Glancing down, he took in the alluring sight of her sweet lower lips, a delicate pink flower bathed in moonlight. When his finger brushed against her labia, he nearly trembled with desire.
Delaying would only destroy him. As his tip pressed against her womanhood, he felt as though he’d fallen into one of his many dreams, unable to believe his reality.
“I’m ready. Claim what’s yours. Powerful blood seeks power.” She ran a hand over her breast, feeling her hard nipple glide against her palm.
An inescapable urge pushed his hips forward, guiding his cock to part her lower lips. A deep groan ripped from his mouth, feeling pleasure erupting up his shaft as he slid inside. The very texture of her loins maddened him, sending an intense, raw ecstasy through him. Every urge screamed in joy. Every instinct to enter such a beautiful female celebrated their success.
Together they moaned, a brother’s cock within his sister’s vagina. The taboo deed felt as though it’d consume him in bliss, throwing his head back as he hilted her. His tip touched his sibling’s cervix, an act that was never intended to occur. Their incestuous penetration made his manhood quiver within her, knowing how close it was to a fertile womb, his sister’s womb.
“Fuck…Nomax…yes…” Her eyes fluttered with pleasure as she felt her first act of incest pushing against her deepest limits. “You’re…you’re big…”
Unbelieving what they had done, he remained firmly inside her. There would be no undoing this. For the rest of his life a single fact would remain true. He had felt the tightness of his sister’s vagina.
No longer could he delay. A primal need drove his hips to begin thrusting, moving deep and slow. Every movement sent unbearable bursts of pleasure tingling up his cock, unbelieving how exquisite a vagina could feel. Was she truly human? Did The God Emperor’s blood make them gods? Izria was certainly divine, every inch of her a perfect example of femininity to drive him to madness, inside and out. The tight squeeze of her vagina caressed him in her warmth. His instincts felt as though they were pulsing, begging him to mate with her, sensing their shared blood.
“Izria…” he moaned, looking down into her eyes.
Her expression spoke of her satisfaction, her gaze begging him to proceed. She reached up to caress his cheek lovingly, bringing his lips to hers.
“You’re inside your sister…” he thought to himself, feeling as though his mind would shatter. Something deeply concealed stirred within him, a craving he could no longer restrain. His body sought hers, his very blood seeking to mix with that of his own kin. He silently cursed himself, despising his lusts, only to whimper in utter desire.
She allowed her arms to rest above her head, lying back like a pleasured goddess. “Do you…ahh…feel it? Our bodies…ahh…calling out to each other?”
He couldn’t help but nod. Every inch of him felt as though it were being pulled towards her, a lure he could never escape. His thrusts came harder, faster, all while trying to remain gentle. Never could he harm her.
“The God Emperor taught Hazia…ahh…that such acts are holy. Our pleasure…our bond…they are more natural than the setting sun…”
He moaned, hardly able to bear the intense feeling of her tightness. No other female could compare. No other fling had stirred such emotion. Their meeting loins felt more natural than anything he had experienced, feeling as though their souls were caressing.
“We’re not alone…” Izria muttered, carefully taking a nipple between her finger and thumb. “Hazia…revealed a secret…a beautiful secret…”
He moved a hand to her unoccupied breast, felting the soft flesh in his palm. Young and firm, it drove him wild, making his hand tremble with desire.
“She…The God Emperor…they…” Izria moaned, feeling him gently squeeze her breast. “We are not the first…ahh…to find comfort with the loins of kin…”
“Hazia is his…ahh…daughter too…” Nomax replied, feeling an eruption of arousal cascade through him at the thought. Surely it was a lie, yet why were its effects so strong upon him? Had something broken within his mind? Shattered? Or had such desires always been there, buried and denied? He knew the truth yet fled from it as he gritted his teeth.
“A beautiful deed…ahh…between kin…” she kissed him once more before pressing her lips to his ear. “A pure deed can create a pure baby…”
He felt as though he’d scream in lust as she nibbled at his ear, feeling his hands shaking. “No…no, Izria…”
“Yes…” she whispered in a tone of utter desire. “No act is holier…blood of kin mixing…” She licked his neck before whispering once more. “Cum inside me.”
Nomax’s hips pumped harder, her voice ringing in his head. His sister craved his seed. His body desired nothing more than to fill her womb. He wanted to flee, to escape his obsession, yet all he could do was offer a moan that dripped with primal lust. “No…no I…I can’t…”
She chuckled before her eyes fluttered in bliss, his cock pounding in and out. Every thrust pushed against her limit, dangerously close to her womb. If a single drop of his seed spilled, she’d gain what she craved. “Ooohh…yes…I want a baby…” She ran her hand down her fit belly, feeling her tight body. “Your baby. Cum inside…ahh…your fertile sister…”
He felt as though he’d burst, his cock aching as it pushed into the deepest reaches of her vagina with each thrust. A primal urge to breed flowed through every inch of his body and mind. A female begged for his child. His sister begged to be impregnated.
“Hazia…is already a mother…” She moved her hands to his sides. “Her child…is The God Emperor’s…”
“No…” He gritted his teeth, shaking his head. If such a thing were true, if their ruler…his father…had bred his own biological daughter, what did that make him? Had he inherited the man’s nature?
“I’ve met the child…held her even…” Izria continued. “She’s perfect…ahh…and healthy. Our blood offers no possibility of defects. Only…perfection…”
He groaned, kissing her deeply. The taste of her drove him to madness. His sister…the possible mother of his child. He ran his fingers through her silky hair, as dark as his own, for they had both inherited it from their father. Surely their child would share it too.
“Give me…ahh a pure baby! Give me a flawless child!” She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Breed me! I want to get…ahh…pregnant!”
His cock throbbed as though it’d explode, knowing he could endure no longer. He needed to cum. He needed to breed.
“Cum inside your sister! Please!” She threw her head back, quivering as she neared her orgasm. “Cum…inside…of…me…brother!”
Together they nearly screamed, bodies trembling as euphoria ripped through them. He pushed as deep as possible, his cock erupting as he unleashed his potent seed inside her fertile vagina.
Nomax shook, unable to breath as his deepest desire was torn from his hidden dreams and fulfilled. He flooded his sister with incestuous seed, his only desire in the world to grant her his child.
He gasped as his climax faded, resting atop her as she fell limp from her own orgasm. Their breaths came softly, mixing with the faint sounds of the surrounding rainforest.
For a moment he didn’t dare to move. His eyes clenched shut, almost pretending he was back in his bed. As they opened, however, he could deny his reality no longer. Her pretty eyes stared back at him, two gems brimming with satisfaction.
The reality that his cock was deeply planted inside his sister nearly proved too much to bear. He wanted to remain inside forever. He wanted to beg for forgiveness after committing such a forbidden deed.
Slowly, lips parting, he slid his cock from her embrace. An oozing flow of seed followed, leaking from her delicate pink labia. It seemed never ending, a brother’s sperm pouring from his sister’s vagina onto the cloak beneath. The quantity easily outmatched anything an ordinary human could produce, having been inherited from The God Emperor. If they had both inherited their father’s legendary fertility as well…Nomax shuddered at the thought.
He remained atop her. Izria’s hands gently guided his head to rest against her delicate neck. The sweet smell of her intoxicated him, forcing him to grit his teeth. “What have we done…?”
“Only…what our nature compels in us. Thank you, Nomax.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Our child…shall be pure, flawless, powerful.”
“Our child…” he muttered in shame, feeling his manhood twitch as it hung between her parted thighs.
She chuckled. “I love you, Nomax.”
Their deed was done. There was no undoing it. His seed was inside his fertile sister, a certainty that they’d conceive a child. He took a deep breath, knowing a final barrier stood before him. His nature beckoned through his shame, urging him to accept his fate. The moment came, a final choice.
“I love you, Izria.”
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