Chapter Ten
LEVERIA
My father stared in disbelief at the enchanted mirror. King Dreus’ face stared back.
“…I hope that we can come to a diplomatic solution here, King Tiadoa.” King Dreus said, “I have a hundred thousand beasts that reside in my city, I cannot condone any aggression taken by you or your people.”
“I can’t believe this.” Father sighed as he collapsed into the chair. He had remained silent the whole time as King Dreus explained Yavara’s fate to the three of us. “My own daughter.”
“I was hoping that we could set up a line of communication between Queen Yavara and yourself.” King Dreus said, “I have no doubt that she would like to speak with her family, even after the assassination attempt.”
“It was not an assassination attempt!” cried Mother, “We received a message from a ranger that Zander Fredeon and Brock Terdini were holding Yavara. We sent a team of mages and rangers over to rescue her.”
“You can understand why I find that hard to believe, Queen Tiadoa.” King Dreus said as he raised a skeptical eyebrow, “Fifteen highly trained combatants attack five people unprovoked, one of whom was Prestira Rasloraca, an esteemed citizen of Ardeni Dreus, all without telling me beforehand? This sounds like a covert operation gone wrong.”
“Leveria didn’t tell you about the mission?” Father asked as he turned to me, “It was her that received the message and sent the men out.”
My face turned red as mother and father stared daggers into me. I had hoped that this operation would go off without a hitch; I would retrieve my stupid little sister, receive the accolades of taking the initiative, and hold a piece of diplomatic baggage on King Dreus once it was discovered the Highland princess had been right under his nose. But it all went to shit. Ten rescuers were dead and the other five were to be executed, including head ranger Adarian. Elena had also disappeared, no doubt joining her paramour once she found out what Yavara was.
“King Dreus,” I said, swallowing my pride, “It was my mistake. I was so hurried in sending out the rescue mission that I forgot to inform you of it.”
“Be that as it may, Princess Leveria, Queen Yavara has spun the botched ‘rescue mission’ as an attempt on her life, and everyone here believes it. Queen Yavara has said many times she wants to be diplomatic with the Highlands, I suggest the three of you take her up on that. Good night.” King Dreus disappeared form the enchanted mirror, which now simply reflected our own faces.
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Queen Yavara,” I sneered, “Queen of rocks and shit and a pack of beasts.”
“How did this happen?” sighed Father. “My own daughter.”
“She’s not your daughter anymore father,” I said, “she’s a monster. We should send actual assassins this time, diplomacy be damned.”
“Shut your mouth!” snapped Mother, “You’ve done more than enough!”
“So what,” I yelled at Mother, “do you two actually want to sit down with the Dark Queen and negotiate? Do we allow the Great Forest to be ripped from our hands, just like that? How long until your precious second born decides that she wants more? How long could our kingdom withstand the onslaught of an army of hundreds of thousands?”
“Yavara wouldn’t attack us, we’re her family. We’re her people,” said Father.
“Oh she wouldn’t?” I laughed, “Yavara played you all for fools. She knew what she was long ago, why do you think she took her little solo venture? To ‘find herself?!’ She could have told us what was going on, she could have seen Headmaster Glendian. But she ran off and got herself Zander Fredeon and Brock Terdini instead. And now she declares herself Queen of Alkandra. This doesn’t sound premeditated? Do you think she did all of this over the span of week, just making stuff up as she went along? She must have been planning this for years. She went behind your back, she deceived you. She will deceive you again, Father.”
Father sat back and pondered my words. “What you say may be true, Leveria, but we should still have open communication with Yavara. I cannot believe, I
refuse to believe that Yavara would wage war on her own people.”
Father began to weep as the realization of the situation began to take hold of him. I grimaced internally. Father always looked at Yavara as the son he never had. She could shoot better than anyone, she could ride horseback with the best rangers, she was courageous and athletic and bold. I always hated how he doted on her, how she was the apple of his eye. My only consolation was that I would take the crown and she would be some lord’s breeding pet. And now his precious little daughter was an enemy of the state. Now was my opportunity to take my rightful place in my father’s eyes. I walked behind him and brushed mother aside. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.
“Don’t let your love for her blind you to what she truly is, Father.” I whispered into his ear, “She’s the reincarnation of Alkandi. She is the Dark Queen reborn. She has been trying to reclaim her throne for a thousand years, and she finally found the perfect vessel to do it. Do not think of Yavara as she was, think of her as she truly is. She manipulated you for seventeen years, and once she had her claws deep enough inside, she made her move. And now you’re sitting here and weeping while the greatest threat to our empire draws support from our allies and enemies alike. She never loved you father, she used you.”
“Don’t listen to her Clartias!” mother hissed at my father, “She’s trying to push us to war!”
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I hated my mother. She was always suspicious of me, especially when I was around Father. I think she always suspected something was going on, but she never could quite put her finger on it. It started when I was fifteen. I was an early bloomer, growing into a woman’s body at a young age. One day I left my door open while I was undressing and father walked by. Our eyes met. He didn’t avert his gaze, or walk away. He kept staring, and I kept undressing. It was sick, I know, but I craved paternal attention, and I didn’t care how I got it. Yavara was the son he never had, but I could be the forbidden piece of fruit he always wanted. Every day I would leave my door open just a little wider. Every day he would watch me from down the hall. We would both pretend we didn’t see each other. One day, I left the door all the way open. I kept my stockings on and bent myself over on the bed. I started to touch myself. I spread my pussy lips and showed him my frothing womanhood. I moaned and cried softly as I looked over my shoulder at him. His pants were around his ankles as he stroked his cock. I remember that was the first time I’d ever seen an erect penis. It was long and hard and thick. I wanted it. I wanted it inside me. I wanted father to share something with me he would never share with Yavara. Day after day. I gave Daddy a show, and day after day he spilled his seed on the floor down the hall. We were stuck in limbo, never taking it further.
When I was sixteen, Yavara and mother went away on a good will mission to Vachter Dormus, the dwarf capital. It was just me and Father. I put hooped earrings into my pointed ears and wore the skimpiest night gown I could find. I adjusted myself in the mirror, pressing my full breasts together and puckering my luscious lips to apply my red lipstick. I painted on dark eyeshadow and did my light blonde hair up in pigtails. I was daddy’s cute, innocent little girl. I was ready.
I went to his chambers that night. He was sleeping naked on the bed. His penis was standing upright. I quietly walked over to the bed and lied down next to him. I was scared and excited; I’d never touched another man before. I poked it. It bounced rigidly in the air. I put my hand around it. It was warm and hard. I remembered how he’d stroked his cock in the hallway, how it looked like it made him feel good. So that’s what I did. I slowly stoked up and down. Father woke up. He put his hands on my shoulders.
“We shouldn’t take this further. It’s wrong.” He said. I didn’t listen to him. I kept stroking him while I stared into his eyes. He didn’t really want me to stop, he was just trying to convince himself he wasn’t a sick fuck who wanted his daughter. I enjoyed this new power I had over him; I was making him do something he thought was disgusting, I was making him hate himself. I wanted him to hate himself. I wanted him to fuck me even though he knew it was wrong. I wanted him to give into me and go passed the point of redemption, to succumb to my power completely.
“There’s nothing wrong with it, Daddy,” I lied sweetly to him, “It’s only wrong if people find out.”
I wrapped my mouth around the head of his cock and pushed down. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft while my lips sealed tightly around him. I took him as deeply as possible, gazing into his conflicted eyes as I withdrew. I was still so young; my skin was perfect and unblemished, my face still baring youthful features even though my body was that of a woman. My pink night gown was draped over my curvy frame, my ass protruding from it. Father didn’t react to me, he let me continue. I slowly bobbed my head up and down, my lips drawing from his cock. He finally gave in, casting aside his pride and dignity. He grabbed my pigtails and forced my head down to his base. I gagged on my father’s cock.
That’s right Daddy, you made your little girl gag on your cock. And she loved it.
Daddy thrust his cock down my throat, his self-loathing manifesting itself into sexual violence. He punished my throat for his own perversion, not heading my gags and flails of protest. Daddy raped his little girl. And she loved it. I remember trying to push him away with one hand while my other hand frantically rubbed my clit. Daddy was defiling my mouth, and it hurt like nothing I’d felt before, but it turned me on. His thick, hot cock ravaged my soft wet throat, his pure rage and power took over me. I succumbed to his rage. I opened my throat up. I accepted him for who he was, who I was. My white-blonde hair flailed wildly, my red lipstick smeared, my eyeshadow ran down my cheeks with tears of pain. I kept my lips tightly sealed around him. My hand stopped trying to push him away. I caressed his balls while I played with myself.
It’s alright daddy, we both want this. There’s no shame in it. But there was shame in it. That’s what made it so good. I remember climaxing to the feeling of his pulsating cock blowing down my throat. He groaned as he filled me, his cum leaking from my lips. He pulled out, and I looked up at him gratefully and swallowed his seed. There was no going back now, Daddy.
You’re mine.
Daddy turned over and said nothing. He wouldn’t look at me. I just smiled. I knew he would come back to me. The next day I positioned myself on the bed and started masturbating, bent over with my stockings pulled just above the knee. I heard his footstep down the hallway. He didn’t stop at the end of the hall this time. I began to moan louder as his steps grew closer. He must have been thinking about me all day. He knew I would do this, but he came anyway. He was mine now. I felt his hands squeeze into my ass cheeks. I whimpered.
I’m just your innocent little girl daddy. I’ve never done anything like this before. Please be gentle.
He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t want him to be. I wanted to feel his burning hunger, I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to pour his self-hatred into me.
You’re a sick fuck daddy, but so am I. We can be sick fucks together.
His cock pushed all the way in. I lurched forward, a shriek erupting from my lips as he broke my hymen. I felt the blood ooze out from me. He kept going, his hot breath on my neck, my screams of pain only encouraging him. I pretended to try to get away. I wanted him to think I didn’t want it. He was doing this to
me, not the other way around. I knew that’s what got him off. He wanted to think he had the power here, that he wasn’t so weak that he was seduced by his own daughter. I let him feel he had that power. I whimpered and cried my protests, but on the inside I was moaning like a whore. Eventually I couldn’t pretend anymore. My false cries of terror turned to screams of pleasure. His cock was so good inside me. He pushed my head down and I bit the pillow, growling in pleasure as he drove his girth into my tight slit. My back arched to him in reaction to his punishment.
“Fuck me, Daddy!” I cried pathetically. The guise of weak femininity only encouraged him. He blasted his pelvis against me, my body lurching violently forward with each thrust.
You’re in control, Daddy. You’re doing this to me. You’re giving me this pleasure. I’m powerless to stop you. Keep going, Daddy. The sweat glistened from my body as my breaths turned to pants.
You’re making your daughter pant like a bitch, Daddy. His cock filled me out so nicely, stretching me in just the perfect way. Every thrust sent his balls swinging against my clit. I could feel my first penetrative orgasm coming. It was a deep burning sensation. It flowed and expanded. My muscles contracted uncontrollably, my legs quivered and writhed together. I screamed my elation as Daddy blew inside of me. Hot cum seeped into my womb and leaked down my thighs. Daddy pulled out and I collapsed. He walked away in shame.
Na-ah Daddy, you don’t get to walk away from this one. I grabbed his hand and pull him back into the room. He ripped it away from me, he still wouldn’t look at me. I pulled his face to me. There were tears in his eyes; he was filled with shame. I guided him to the bed and let him weep into my lap. He was a broken man, and it was time to put him back together again. Only once I was done fixing him, he’d be the man I needed him to be.
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Over the course of a month I transformed my father into this ideal man. I gave him a piece of his youth back. We’d sneak out of the castle like we were both teenagers, and fuck in secluded places. I acted the part of the loyal daughter in public, but in private, I was the one in control. And every night I was with him, more and more of that control began to seep into our daily life. I was brought to diplomatic meetings and treated as an equal. I was twenty years away from my coronation, but I was already learning the craft of diplomacy. I made a fool of myself often, but learned from each little mistake. My father guided me along the way, teaching me the ins and outs of international politics. I was an avid student, soaking up every little piece of information I could find. Yavara was the son he never had, but I was the heir to his throne, and for the first time in my life, I felt like my father was happy with that.
But then mother and Yavara came back. Mother took her place at father’s side, and Yavara quickly replaced me in his heart. I was broken. I had meticulously weaved my way into my father’s life, only to be immediately cast aside again. At ten years of age, Yavara won the bowmen’s tourney. She shot three arrows shaft-to-shaft-to-shaft into a bullseyes two hundred feet away. There was a feast in her honor; she was the celebration of the kingdom. That night I laid in my bed and wept. I would always be the disappointment; father would never recognize all the potential I had. I couldn’t ride or shoot well, but I could maneuver my way through difficult social situations. I couldn’t run fast or throw a spear, but I could remember minute details of every conversation with every diplomat. I heard my father’s footsteps. He came into the room. I wasn’t in the mood. I needed a father now, not a lover. A gentle arm wrapped around me. He pulled me close.
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“Do you think I’ve forgotten about you, Leveria?” he asked.
“I know you have.” I replied.
“Leveria,” he said, “You will be the ruler of the Highlands on your thirty-sixth birthday. Your life will grow in promise and power until you die, always moving upward. Yavara’s life will go downward the moment she is married. All her potential and strength will be wasted on a husband. Your mother and I will dote on Yavara relentlessly, trying to squeeze every bit of happiness out of her last eight years of freedom.”
“Why will you force her to marry?” I asked, “Why not just let Yavara join the rangers, or the city watch?”
“You know the answer to that, Leveria.” Father smiled, “It’s politics. Yavara will grow to be a beautiful woman like yourself, and men will want her. They will want her for her beauty and status. Now, my job is to figure out how I can use Yavara’s status and beauty to my advantage.”
“That’s cruel, Father.” I smiled.
“Cruelty,” father said as he kissed my forehead, “Is not the same as pragmatism. It’s pragmatic, Leveria. You must learn to distinguish between the two when you are queen. The difference between you and Yavara is that one of you uses your head, and the other uses her heart. Everyone loves the person who uses their heart. Yavara is passionate, wild and friendly. You are reserved, calculating and introverted. Which qualities do you think make a better leader?”
“My qualities?” I asked.
“Yes Leveria, you’re qualities. A ruler does not need the love of her subjects. You can rest assured that many people will wish Yavara was their queen once you are coronated. But through your cunning and tact, you will make their lives better day by day. Eventually they will grow comfortable under your rule, and with a few calculated displays of power and grandeur, they will learn to love you.”
“That’s not a very romantic picture.” I frowned.
“Neither of us are romantics, Leveria.” Father said as his hand traveled up my thigh. “Do you want to know a secret?”
“Yes.” I whispered as his hand slid between my thighs.
“I don’t love your mother. I never have. She was the daughter of man I needed on my side, so I married her. When you are of age, you will marry someone you don’t love. But you will be like me, and not like your mother, and not like who Yavara will become.”
My thighs grinded together as my father whispered into my ear. A moan escaped from my lips as his fingers slipped into me.
“No Leveria,” Father whispered, “you will be the one in control. There is no greater feeling in the world than being the one who wields power. You lust after it, your sister will lust for it, but only you will own it.”
My moans turned to gentle cries as father’s hands manipulated me further. My head rolled on to his shoulder and my mouth fell agape as his fingers explored my depths.
“That’s what sex is, Leveria: power.” Father growled, “It’s the physical manifestation of control. You’re reacting without your permission. I’m making your body feel good despite yourself. And you do it to me too. You made your own father fuck you, because it made you feel powerful to do it. Does my power feel good, Leveria?”
“Yes!” I gasped.
My legs spread as Daddy’s finger drove deeper into me. He pressed his digits against my spot, sending a shot of pleasure up my abdomen. I pulled up my night gown and exposed my teenage body to him. His mouth wrapped around his daughter’s nipple. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his tongue. His lips sucked deliciously and pulled my breast from me.
That’s right Daddy, suck on your daughter’s tits. I wrapped my hands together around his head and arched my back, his fingers triggering me to squirm in pleasure.
I rolled on top of Daddy and squatted down on his cock. A whimper left my mouth as I felt him pierce my slit. Daddy guided me down until I felt his balls pressing against my ass. I straddled across his pelvis and gyrated up and down, forward and back, my moans echoing through the room as his cock stretched my tight pussy. I grinded my pelvis downward, rubbing my clit against him harmoniously with his thrusts. Daddy ran his hands under my night gown and gripped my breasts tightly as I rode him. I pulled my pink gown off over my shoulders, exposing my pale, beautiful naked body to Daddy. I took control of the sex, dictating the speed and force of it. I knew he wanted it hard and rough, so that’s what I gave him. I wanted it hard and rough too. I wanted him to need me more than anything, more than Yavara and more than Mother. He blasted his pelvis against me forcefully as I grinded against him with equal ferocity, the slapping of our skin growing louder as we intensified.
My ass cheeks clapped together. The smell of sex wafted in the air. I spread my legs until I was doing lateral splits, allowing my father to drive deeper into me. He moved his hands from my breasts and gripped my cheeks tightly. I rocked back and forth rapidly, stroking my clit against his pelvis.
“Does Mommy ever do these things?” I moaned.
“Don’t talk about your mother!” he growled as he wrapped a hand around my throat.
“I bet she just lays there, doesn’t she?” I squeaked out defiantly, my arousal only increasing.
“I said don’t talk about your fucking mother!” Daddy slapped me hard across the face. I yelped as my head whipped to the side. Daddy was losing control. It seemed I still had one more barrier to break down.
“I bet you Mommy doesn’t fuck you like this.” I said as I gyrated aggressively on top of him, my stomach muscles flexing as I grinded across his pelvis. Daddy moaned involuntarily, my inner walls stretching against him, clinging to his shaft tighter than ever. It hadn’t been lost on me that during our month of lust, Daddy never kissed me. It was the last piece of intimacy he kept for mother. Maybe it was the last shred of dignity he had left in him. He’ll fuck his daughter, but he won’t love her as a woman. It was time to change that.
I leaned forward and opened my mouth to him. I laughed as his sweaty palm pushed my face upward.
You can’t hold out forever, Daddy. I licked his hand seductively, tickling his defiant palm, my tongue promising what was in store for him once he gave in. He pushed harder against my face, my body wrenching backward, my spine curving painfully as my father continued to pump relentlessly between my split legs. I sustained the motion of my hips despite his physical protest, his cock deliciously pulsating inside of me. I pulled his hand down from my face and smiled innocently.
“I bet you Mommy never let you fuck her in the ass.” I said suggestively, my mouth panting my excitement. Daddy’s defense faltered. I got him.
“Do you want to fuck your daughter in the ass, Daddy?” I asked as my hands traced down his chest. I leaned in, my breasts pressing against him, my legs still spread in the splits. I brought my face inches from his own.
“I don’t think I’d like it, I heard it hurts. Do you want to hurt me?” I asked innocently as my fingers ran through his hair.
“I’ll let you hurt me, Daddy,” I whispered, “I’ll let you break my little asshole open. I just want you to do one thing in return: I want you to kiss me like you kiss Mommy. I want you to kiss me like you kissed her back when you still had the passion to care. If you do that for me Daddy, I’ll let you fuck my tight, little asshole.”
The conflict was etched across my father’s face. I needed something to push him over the edge. I pulled myself off him, his hard cock slipping from me. I wanted him back inside so badly, but I needed to hold out. This was a power move, and I had heeded my father’s advice: sex is about power, and the person who needs sex the least has the most power. But my god, it was difficult; my pussy ached to be filled, and it took all the will within me not to give in. My father’s lip twitched. He moved his head forward.
I win.
I pushed my lips against him. I’d never been kissed before, and wasn’t exactly sure how to go about initiating it. Father slid his tongue between my lips and teased my own. I extended my tongue to him and shyly probed his. He slid his tongue beneath the tip of my own before curling it over. I reciprocated, my own tongue curling around his. Father guided me until I was confident enough to move on my own. Our lips sucked gently against each other as our mouths engaged in a lustful dance. Our kiss became more passionate as we communicated our emotions and desires to each other through our oral embrace. I felt closer to him than I’d ever felt before. I stole the last piece of him that was devoted to my mother.
I smiled and moaned as he pulled from the kiss. His face was wild with hatred. “A promise is a promise, Leveria,” he hissed, “get on your knees.”
I got off the bed and bent over against the bed frame, my hands gripping the bars tightly as I braced myself. Daddy came up from behind me and kicked one of my legs to the side, parting my thighs. His hands gripped my cheeks and spread me open. I shuddered as he spat onto my puckered sphincter. My body trembled as I prepared for his intrusion. The head of his cock pressed against my asshole. I gritted my teeth as he pressed harder and harder against it. He broke through. A screech erupted from my lips. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the bars, my voice increasing in pitch as I felt my father tear through every resistance of my colon. My legs buckled beneath me as his pelvis pressed against my ass. I held myself limply against the bars while he retreated from me, praying that he hated the feeling almost as much as I did. But that was not the case. He gripped my cheeks tighter and rammed his length into me harder than before. I choked out another cry, certain that my insides were tearing from the invasion.
“This is wanted you wanted, isn’t Leveria?!” Daddy yelled as he thrust again, “You wanted me to hurt you, didn’t you?!”
“Stop Daddy, please stop!” I cried.
“The first lesson in diplomacy, Leveria,” Father grunted as he pushed in again, forcing my upper body to press against the bars of my bed, my breasts squishing between them, “Is to always keep your word, and never back down from a promise.”
“I’m sorry I made you kiss me, Daddy! Just stop!” I squealed pathetically.
Daddy drove in again, tears welling up in my eyes as my rim stretched open. “The second lesson in diplomacy,” Father gritted as he withdrew, “Is always know your place in the hierarchy. It seems you haven’t learned that one yet; I guess I’ll have to teach you the hard way.”
“I know my place! I’ll never challenge you again! Daddy stop, it hurts! It hurts!” My screams were frantic in terror and pain.
Father pushed in again, my face now pressed painfully against the bars. “And the third and final lesson of tonight, is that accepting the consequence of your decisions can be painful, but it is NESSACRY-” Father roared as he thrust in again, “-to deal with these consequences with grace and humility, and to learn from the mistakes you have made. What have you learned tonight Leveria?”
“Keep my word, know my place, and learn from my mistakes!” I cried in agony.
“You’re just repeating what I said, Leveria.” Father taunted as he pushed into me faster and faster. My glutes shook violently as he raped my asshole, the skin growing red as his pelvis slapped against it. I frantically searched my mind for the answer to his question, my train of thought constantly interrupted as shocks of pain wracked me. My frustration grew as I desperately searched for a way to get out of this.
“You’re nothing but a sadistic old man who fucks his daughter! You’re trash!” I screamed angrily as tears streaked down my face.
“And you’re nothing but a little slut,” Father said, slapping my ass, “who begs for her father’s cock because she’s jealous of her sister.”
“You can’t get any from Mom so you come over and fuck your daughter! You’re a sick piece of shit!” I screamed between the bars as my face was pressed into my bedframe.
“I am, Leveria,” Father said solemnly, “but I’m not nearly as twisted as you are. Now what have you learned?”
“I fucking hate you!” I sobbed, the pain so excruciating I was trashing wildly against the bedframe. Daddy held me in place as I kicked and writhed to get free. His strong arms subdued me, locking me in my bent position while my upper body pressed violently against the metal bars.
“What have you learned, Leveria?!” Father roared, his thrusts growing more powerful. My mind went blank as the pain overwhelmed me. I stopped resisting my father and relaxed my muscles. The pain began to subside as I accepted his intrusion. I finally had a moment in my head to think myself out of this situation.
Keep my word, know my place, and learn from my mistakes. What is the connection here? I started to feel a tingling sensation in my defiled rim.
It sounds like the answer might be ‘duty’ but father never preached compliance before. My tight walls clung nicely around father, his cock stimulating every nerve in my asshole.
I suppose the answer isn’t ‘honor.’ A deep pleasure began to rise from my nethers.
Maybe it’s ‘discipline?’My screeches of pain had subsided, and were being replaced with moans.
Could it be ‘observance?’ My ass was starting to feel so good, every inch of my colon was being stimulated pleasantly.
Maybe it’s uhhh… I felt father’s cock pulsating against the membrane between my two holes. My pussy began to gush as a great pleasure rose from within me. I abandoned my quest to find the answer to his lesson and gave into my anal violation. My sphincter relaxed completely and welcomed the intrusion. My walls greedily consumed every inch of the man. My moans began to ascend to lecherous cries as my body reveled in the new sensation.
“Do you like your daddy’s cock in your ass?” Father ridiculed.
“Yes.” I whimpered.
“I can’t hear you, Leveria!”
“Yes!” I cried as my bedframe shook from the power of my father’s thrusts, “Yes Daddy, keep fucking me in my little shit hole!”
I gritted my teeth in pleasure as my body was pressed harder against the bars. My back arched to an unnatural angle trying to get my father as deep as possible into me. My legs quivered with delight as I felt an orgasm rising with in me. I screamed my ecstasy, my voice rising and falling with each thrust from my father. Saliva dripped from my mouth as it hung agape. My eyes widened. My head tilted back and I roared the elation of my body as I climaxed, squirting all over the bed. Father withdrew from me and turned me around. I zealously accepted his cock into my mouth, my red lipstick smearing all over his member as I savored the taste of my ass. With a final thrust my father unloaded his seed into my mouth. I swallowed it and looked up at him thankfully, my lips parted and smiling, my hooped earrings dangling from my pointed ears. Father caressed my cheek.
“What have you learned, Leveria?” he asked.
“That I like it in the ass.” I laughed.
“The lesson, Leveria,” Father smiled down at me, “Is that power comes only to those who are patient. And you my dear, are very impatient.”
“Can you teach me another lesson tomorrow?” I asked eagerly.
“Every night, Leveria.” Father smiled. I had him completely wrapped around my finger now.
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Over the next two years I learned the lessons from my father. He taught me everything he knew. As my eighteenth birthday came nearer, I began to worry that my impurity would lower my marital options. Father assured me that being the heir to the throne would surmount all other factors, including the elven custom of a virgin bride. My story would be simple: I was drunk, young and foolish. Father and I had meticulously planned which match would suit my political needs best. We agreed on a high lord of Bentius. He was young, virile, and most importantly, rich. On my wedding day, my dress fell from my body, exposing my nakedness to the kingdom. It was embarrassing, but the lessons my father taught me allowed me to escape the awkward situation with dignity and grace. I suspected Yavara had sabotaged my dress, but I didn’t have the proof to bring it forward.
Over the years I laid down a foundation of alliances. I met with the right people, I made the right contacts. I wove a web of recourses from which I could draw from. I visited Father on a weekly basis, stealing a few hours of passion before we plotted my next move. Despite our continued relationship, I noticed Father growing distant from me. Yavara took over the spotlight once again. My disdain for my sister grew with each passing day as her body developed. She became more beautiful than any woman in the kingdom, and Father noticed her beauty. I grew jealous. One night I confronted Father. He assured me that he didn’t see Yavara in the same way he saw me. I didn’t believe him. I made a secret deal with some orcs-for-hire. Yavara was going to the next town to visit her dyke friend Elena before she went off to ranger school. I didn’t know until too late that Father had gone with her. A platoon of orcs ambushed them both, and for the first time in my life, I was glad Yavara was alive. She killed the attackers and once again became the darling of the nation. Father praised and doted upon her like never before, and I once again became a backdrop to Yavara. I begrudgingly accepted my place in my father’s eyes, waiting for the day when I could convince him to marry Yavara off to some abusive husband with enough wealth and titles to satisfy the crown.
And then she went missing. I was overjoyed when I heard she had disappeared into the Great Forest. She was no doubt being raped and tortured by the beasts that lay there. I may have been overenthusiastic with Yavara’s disappearance, as Mother and Father both noticed my exuberance. Father was less than impressed. I decided that I would be the one to bring her in. I would prove to my father that my love for him was greater than my hatred for Yavara. I received the message from Elena that Zander Fredeon and Brock Terdini were holding her in Ardeni Dreus. I sent an elite group of men to get her back. That failed miserably, but a great triumph rose from the failure. Yavara is the Dark Queen. She is the greatest enemy the Highlands have ever known. I just needed to push my father to that realization. I just had to get Mother out of his head…
“Don’t listen to her Clartias! She’s trying to push us to war!” Mother screamed.
“War is the only option, Father,” I whispered, “Yavara is already backing us into a corner diplomatically. Do you think she’s going to stop? She’s buying time because she’s weak right now. She is weak and we are powerful, and she knows that. Every second we wait, the scales of power tip in her favor. Do we keep waiting, Father?”
Father agonized over the dilemma. He cocked his head to one side and then the other, as if two halves of him were arguing in his mind. Were it any other elf, Father wouldn’t hesitate to act swiftly and strongly. But this was his precious Yavara.
“Clartias,” Mother said, calling Father by his first name, “Yavara would never attack her own people. Do you honestly believe Leveria? Yavara is just doing everything she can to stay alive. We need to speak with her, Clartias. We need to give her a chance before we move any further.”
Father brought his hand down on his knee and stood up. “Your mother is right, Leveria. We need to speak with Yavara before we act. Our power comes from diplomacy, not from our armies.”
Diplomacy has failed, Father, and you know that. She’s already spun a rescue mission into an assassination attempt and gained an ally of the humans in doing so. She has an orc tribe leader at her side, and she will use him to unite the clans into an army. She’s turned Zander Fredeon, a close ally of ours, into her protector. She will raise an army, and she will invade.
I didn’t vocalize my thoughts, knowing that my father’s decision was final. Had mother not been there, I might have swayed him to my side, but she played off his love for Yavara. I knew the moment Yavara spoke with Father, all hope of a preemptive strike would fail. She would prey on his love for her, and he would delay, delay, delay, until it was too late. I could not let him speak with her, and I needed Mother gone so that my voice was the only one he heard. There was something Mother wasn’t telling us. There had to be a reason the Dark Queen reincarnated into her womb. I left my parents and went directly to the temple. I had made Headmaster Glendian a confidante of mine, mostly through blackmail. Glendian had a weakness for men, and I promised not to tell of his escapades if he divulged information with me, and me alone.
I knocked on his chamber doors. A young male elf answered the door, a pillow concealing his crotch.
“What can I do for you, your highness?” he asked, shifting uneasily.
“I’m here to see Glendian.”
“Headmaster Glendian is not here, I’m only here to keep his quarters clean.” He responded.
“She already knows, Brecktian. Let her in.” Glendian’s voice said from behind the door.
Brecktian clothed himself and left before I walked into Glendian’s chambers. The old man was half naked on the bed, not bothering to make himself presentable in front of royalty. He was a spiteful old bastard who hated me for what I had over him, and no doubt considered his disrespect to be a prideful act of defiance. I didn’t care.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
“Your boys seem to get younger with each passing day, Glendian. Are you hoping to steal some of their youth as you age?” I sneered.
“I like to think I’m performing a service for gay men,” the old man replied, “they’re young and scared of who they are; they need an authority figure to tell them they’re not sick.”
“Ha!” I laughed, “That was a good piece of bullshit, old man.”
“You will never understand the strife of being a young gay man,” Glendian said firmly, “knowing that you can never express yourself in public, knowing that any love you have will be looked on as disgusting, unnatural and perverse. I was that boy once. I wished I had someone like myself to tell me that I wasn’t a freak; someone powerful to tell me that they were just like me, and that I could lead the life I wanted. You never knew this pain, Leveria, so don’t for a moment mock it or question me.”
I smiled back at the old man, empathizing with him completely. He would never know how much he and I had in common in this regard.
“So I’ll ask again, Leveria, why have you come?” he growled.
“It’s about Yavara.” I said.
“Of course it is,” Glendian sighed, “I will not send another mage to their deaths unless your father sanctions it first. You can fuck off and tell the whole kingdom I like men; I will not give you another student to sacrifice.”
“That’s very noble of you, but I came here on another matter.”
“And what would that be?”
“I’d like to know about the other high elves who turned dark. I know that some of them sought refuge in Ardeni, and that the kings and queens of those times decided not to pursue them. I know that several of them were suspected of being Alkandi reincarnations. I want to know what you have on them.”
Glendian stood up and walked over to a large bookshelf. He pulled out a dusty volume and opened it on the bed. He scrolled through the pages until he stopped and beckoned me to him. I sat beside him on the bed and looked to the text he was pointing at.
“This is the journal of Headmaster Drourian during the reign of King Vintian Tiadoa. It appears that a young woman began to gain features of a dark elf and booked it to Ardeni. Drourian writes that he believed it to be a disease, but then one of our men at Ardeni reported that a dark elf with orange eyes was running a brothel there. King Vintian Tiadoa pressured King David Dreus to give her up, but the woman claimed sanctuary. Vintian decided she was harmless as she was, and didn’t press the issue further.”
“Orange eyes, that sounds like Alkandi to me.” I said.
“It may have been, but nothing ever came of it.” Glendian said.
“What was the girl’s name?” I asked.
“Rheyari, no last name is listed.”
“Could we find her in the census?”
Glendian and I walked down the stairs from his chamber to the temple library. Glendian raised his hands above his head and said “Rheyari, census, year 550-600.” A book flew from across the room and landed on the table in front of us before opening itself up and turning to the page we needed.
“Here she is: Rheyari Cleatan.” Glendian said.
“And her mother?” I asked.
“Etonia Cleatan.” Glendian said as he scrolled through the text.
“Search for her.”
Glendian called out the name “Etonia Cleatan.” A book flew across the room and landed on top of the census. It also opened to the page we needed.
“That’s curious.” Glendian mumbled.
“What?” I asked.
“This is the constable’s report from 571,” Glendian said as he adjusted his spectacle, “it appears Etonia Cleatan was murdered by her husband. He claimed he caught her sleeping with a faun, he claimed she’d been doing it for years.”
“That is curious,” I replied, puzzling over the information, “Glendian, can you find the names of the other elves who turned dark?”
We searched the library for hours until we had five other names. One of them I recognized: Quentara, a confirmed Alkandi reincarnation. She managed to get a band of orcs on her side, but was killed in a raid once the rangers had discovered her. The other four names were of women who sought refuge in Ardeni like Rheyari had.
“Glendian, search for the names of all of their mothers.” I ordered.
“It’s well past midnight and I’m fucking exhausted,” Glendian groaned, “I don’t know what you’re trying to find, Leveria, but I can’t help you unless you tell me.”
“I don’t need to explain myself, Glendian!” I snapped, “Just do as you’re told.”
Glendian glared at me, but complied. Two hours later we had collected the names of all the mothers.
“Trikaraia Brondo.” Glendian called out the name of one of the mothers. A book flew from across the room and opened its page to us.
“It appears Mrs. Brondo ran off with a band of goblins.” Glendian said tiredly.
“Give me the next one.” I replied as a theory formed in my head.
“Satara Dernsi.” The book flew onto the table and opened to us, “Found alive and unharmed in a centaur camp. Died of natural causes in 759.”
“Give me the next one.” There was a pattern emerging.
“Froctora Giteren, reported missing summer of 827, returned from the Great Forest in the spring of 828, died autumn of 832 of natural causes.”
“Give me the next one.”
“Jalrara Bickterno, ran off to the Great Forest in 945, found alive in 947 after a raid on the Dractali orc tribe. Appeared not to be a captive, wept over the corpse of her ‘orc husband.’” Glendian’s voice began to shake with realization. My heart beat fast in my chest. Mother had fucked a monster. She hadn’t even been raped. She willingly laid with a beast, and that act allowed for Alkandi to claim her womb.
“Leveria,” Glendian whispered, his voice shaking, “Your mother…”
“I know.” I said, a smile spreading across my face.
“King Tiadoa must never hear of this! I will not be responsible for queen’s execution!”
“I’m your queen now, Glendian,” I smiled threateningly as I stood over him, “Trenaria Tiadoa is a whore who slept with enemies of the state behind my father’s back. You will bring this information to him first thing tomorrow morning. You will give him all the evidence we have collected, and you will be rewarded for your service to the king.”
“I will not! You can tell the entire kingdom of my homosexuality; I will not have the queen’s death on my hands!”
“Oh Glendian,” I laughed as I pet his bald head, “You’re not going to be outed as a faggot, you’re going to be outed as a traitor. If you do not do as I ask, exactly as I ask it, I will give father this information. I will tell him you tried to hide it from him. I will tell him you purposefully sabotaged the rescue mission to aid Yavara in her attempt to discredit him. I will tell him you conspired with the queen and Yavara to dethrone him, and he’ll believe me. Once I present him with this shred of truth, all the lies I tell after will be validated in his eyes. Queen Trenaria Tiadoa might be put to the noose, but you old man, you’ll die slow. And all those men you’ve been fucking, they’ll die as your accomplices.”
I could see the fear writhing behind Glendian’s eyes. He knew I wasn’t bluffing. He bowed his head. He obeyed. I caressed his cheek and brought his tearful eyes to mine.
“Here’s what I want you to do…”
The next day I sat down with Mother and Father in the communication room. I was giddy with excitement, and had to consciously calm myself in order not to draw their suspicion. Father and Mother were talking with King Dreus through the enchanted mirror.
“…why can’t we speak with her now?” asked Father.
“She’s on a diplomatic mission.” King Dreus responded.
“Oh?” I asked, “And who is she meeting with?”
“Nice try, Princess Leveria.” King Dreus laughed, “I’ll have to keep myself on my toes when you’re crowned.”
“You can’t blame a girl for trying.” I smiled back.
“And head ranger Adarian,” Mother cut in, “He will be released?”
“I will give you Adarian as a sign of goodwill, Queen Tiadoa, but the others will hang; the people demand it.”
“Thank you, King Dreus,” I said, “Have him travel to us by portal, we need him now.”
We were interrupted by a loud knock on the door. My heart leapt in my chest. This was it.
“My King,” shouted Glendian from behind the door, “I have an important matter I must discuss with you immediately!”
“I’m sorry King Dreus, we will continue this conversation later.” Father said as he pressed his hand to the mirror, causing King Dreus’ face to disappear. Father opened the door and let in Headmaster Glendian and five members of the king’s guard, all armored to the hilt.
“Headmaster Glendian, what is the meaning of this?” asked Father, “Why are the king’s guard with you in full-plate?”
“It’s for your own protection my lord, I have come across information that is of vital importance. Queen Tiadoa, please step three paces back from the king and place your arms behind your back.” Glendian commanded. The kings guard approached Mother before Father stepped between them.
“Stand down!” Father roared at the king’s guard before turning back to Glendian, “What the fuck are you doing?!”
“My king,” Glendian said as boldly as he could, “I have come across information that leads me to believe Queen Trenaria Tiadoa has conspired against the crown.”
“Liar!” I cried, trying to sound as outraged as possible.
“You must be mistaken, Headmaster Glendian,” Mother said shakenly, “I have always been a loyal wife and queen. Show us your evidence, I will surely be able to refute it and lay this issue to rest.”
“Glendian,” Father growled, “This action is treason! I will throw you from the tower for this!”
“You may, my king,” said Glendian, “but hear me out before you do.”
“I will not indulge your conspiracy theories!” roared Father.
“Hear him out,” said Mother as she regained her composure, “My loyalty will only be proven stronger by these falsehoods.”
“Mother, don’t…” I said pleadingly. I knew she would take my protest as a challenge to her credibility.
“Clartias,” Mother said confidently, “Headmaster Glendian has always been a faithful servant of the crown. He is surely mistaken, and should not be punished for doing what he thinks is right. Allow him to speak, and we will cast aside this momentary fault of judgement.”
“Proceed, Glendian.” Father hissed through gritted teeth.
“My king,” Glendian said as he laid out the books, “These texts are from the temple library. They are each adorned with a seal that prevents their alteration; these texts are true to the letter. Once news of Yavara’s transformation reached my ear, I went directly to the library to investigate the cause of it. Look here: there have been six known elven transformations. These are the names of the women, some of them you may recognize.”
“Yes, Quentara is name known by most elven children, get to the fucking point.” Father growled.
“I was curious as to why these transformations occurred,” Glendian explained, “I hypothesized that it might have something to do with the pregnancy of the host mother.”
Father and I both looked over at Mother, who’s face remained stoic. She didn’t seem to know what Glendian was implying.
“And what does this have to do with me, Headmaster?” Mother asked, walking right into my trap.
“These,” Glendian said as he pulled out a pile of books, “are the reports of local constables. I cross referenced the names of each mother from the census with the constable reports. Every single mother on this list, every single one, was either caught fornicating with beasts, or implied to have been. That’s six mothers of Alkandi, all of whom laid with monsters, none of whom were raped.”
I smiled internally while mother quaked in fear beside me. Father looked over his shoulder in disbelief at her.
“That’s not all, my king,” Glendian continued, now telling the lie that would seal mother’s fate, “the reason I concluded that the pregnancy of these elves was the cause of the reincarnation, was because eighteen years ago, Queen Tiadoa came to my office and requested these very texts.”
“He’s lying!” cried Mother. Father ignored mother, and beckoned Glendian to continue.
“I assumed she was looking through the census books for ancestral information,” lied Glendian, “it was only last night, when I was pouring over these books, that I realized I had read them before. Eighteen years ago, Queen Tiadoa learned that the womb of an Alkandi mother must be prepared with the seed of a beast. Nine months after that, Princess Yavara was born.”
Mother was speechless. Her body shook with fear, her hands trembling so frantically against the chair she was leaning on that it rattled against the ground.
I got you, you bitch. Father gazed at her, tears welling in his eyes.
“Trenaria, is this true?” he gasped. Mother didn’t answer. She opened her mouth to speak, but it did not yield words. Father grasped mother’s face between his hands, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.
“Trenaria, you need to answer me.” Father said kindly into his wife’s eyes.
“I-” Mother stuttered, “I…when I was…eighteen years ago, I found a wounded incubus on the side of the rode. He was in his natural form. He was dying and I pitied him. I brought him back to health and he disappeared into the forest. That night, he came back. He said he wanted to thank me. He turned to a form I couldn’t deny…it was a moment of weakness, Clartias, you must believe me! I never acted against you!”
Mother sobbed into her husband’s chest. Father held her there, his hands rubbing against her back comfortingly. For a moment, I feared that my father would forgive her, that he could see the truth in her story and the lies in Glendian’s. But then Father grabbed a fistful of mother’s hair and forced her neck to snap back violently.
“How can I believe you Trenaria?” Father whispered as his other hand closed around her throat, “How can I believe a fucking word that comes from your lips?”
“Clartias!” mother gasped as her face turned purple.
“You betrayed me!” Father hissed, tears of rage streaking down his cheeks, “You gave me Yavara. You watched as she played on my heart, as she became everything I ever wanted from a daughter. The whole time you knew…you knew what she was. And so did she, didn’t she?!”
“No!” Mother choked out, trying to pull herself from her enraged husband.
Father’s pained whispers turned to screams as he strangled the life from Mother. “How long have you two been planning this? How long have you been waiting for her to march on my walls while I pathetically bought every one of her lies? Would you have slit my throat and thrown open the gates to her? Would you have dined with the beasts in my halls? Would you have fucked them atop my corpse? How long have you hated me?!”
“Father, stop!” I cried, doing my best frightened daughter impression. As much as I’d love to see Father strangle Mother to death (and it was getting me wet to see him do it), I needed Mother to be formally executed by the state. I needed the whole kingdom to know that Mother and Yavara had plotted to take over The Highlands ever since Yavara could talk. Father let go of Mother, her body dropping in a heap on the floor. Mother choked and gasped on her knees as Father walked away from her.
“Take her to the dungeon.” he muttered as he collapsed into his chair.
“Clartias!” Mother screamed as the guards pulled her up, “Clartias, don’t do this! Clartias! Clartias, I’m your wife! I’m the mother of your children!”
“You’re the mother of two children, Trenaria, but only one of them is mine.” Father said plainly as he watched his wife being dragged away. Mother’s shrieks echoed through the room and down the hall, fading with each passing second until they were gone. Glendian stood in the doorway and looked at me, his eyes narrowing in hatred. I smiled at the old man and closed the door in his face.
“Father?” I asked gently as I turned to him. He stared vacantly at the wall, his hand hovering over his brow.
“You were right, Leveria,” he whispered hoarsely, “You were right about Yavara the whole time.”
“Don’t punish yourself, Father,” I said as I walked to him, “Yavara knew exactly how to manipulate you. You can’t blame yourself for being a loving father.”
“Trenaria…how could she?”
“You once told me you never loved Mother,” I said as I sat on his lap, “it’s more than likely she never loved you either. You used her to get her father’s money, and she used you to get power.”
“All those years,” he said, laying his head into my bosom, “Twenty-four years of marriage, and the whole time she was plotting my downfall. I didn’t think she had it in her.”
“‘Power comes to those who are patient,’ that was a lesson you taught me once. Mother was patient with her reveal. She wasn’t going to show you her hand until the knife was in your throat.” I said as I stroked my father’s hair.
“Yavara, Trenaria…” Father began to weep, “My whole world is collapsing around me! Everyone I’ve loved or cared for has betrayed me!”
“Not I, Father,” I whispered, “I have always been loyal. I was there for you when Yavara was the only daughter you cared for. I was there for you when you were at your lowest. I’ve been here for you, Father, whether you cared for me or not. I have always loved you with all my heart.”
I shifted myself onto his lap until I was straddled across him. I brought my face inches from his own.
“And now that the liars and deceivers are out in the open, only I remain. Only me, Father. You’re all I have in this world, and I’m all you’ll have. And I’m yours, forever.”
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I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. I parted his closed mouth and slid my tongue into him. Father’s hands wandered to my back side. He gripped the fabric of my dress and pulled it over my hips. My exposed womanhood was wet and ready. I pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders and let it fall to my hips. My hand searched between his legs until I felt his standing cock. I pulled his manhood from his pants and stroked it against my pelvis, moaning into his mouth lasciviously. Father was hurting deeply. His world was crumbling around him before his eyes, and when the dust settled, only I would remain. I needed to prove to him that I could fill the holes in his heart Yavara and Mother left behind.
Father’s hands gripped my breasts as I stroked him against me. I lifted myself from his lap and rested his throbbing member at my entrance. My pussy drooled its desire all over his cock, an emptiness growing within me that demanded to be filled. I parted from his kiss as I let my body fall onto his lap, his girth stretching me open as I descended. A satisfied groan escaped both our lips as I was penetrated, his length pleasantly parting my innards. I gyrated on top of him, looking deeply into his eyes as my mouth vocalized the pleasure of my body. Father reached between my cleavage and tore my dress down the middle. He wrapped his lips around one of my exposed nipples and sucked. I moaned my approval, linking my hands around his head and bringing him closer. My movements became more impassioned, my hips grinding into him harder. Father gripped my ass and lifted us both out of the chair. He pressed me against a wall and thrust into me like a man possessed. I cried my delight at his fervency, his drives pushing me roughly against the wall as he spilled his anger and grief into the sex.
I’m here for you, Daddy. Work all your pain and suffering into me. I want to feel your hurt.
His mouth kept working my nipple, sucking fiercely as though he were trying to draw milk from my breast. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, trying to get every inch of his length inside of me. He railed against me, my back pressing against the wall painfully. I relished his passion, the feeling of his girth stretching me open with his rapid thrusts. My dress was drenched in my juices, my pussy frothing with delight as it was defiled in just the right way. Daddy pulled me off the wall and guided me backwards into a chair. I spread my legs and held them open by the thighs as he drove into me. My breasts bounced violently and my abdomen flexed. My impassioned cries grew louder. Daddy’s thrusts grew harder. My hands left my thighs as his own gripped them. My pinky finger traced my agape mouth as I held my cheek, while my other hand frantically worked my clit. My pelvis rose from the seat as a spasm shot through my body. I screamed my delight as Father worked me to climax. My back arched uncomfortably, my head slid down to the seat of the chair. My breasts bounced uncontrollably in my face as my body instinctively drove to the point of penetration. I thrashed my head side to side as the ecstasy took hold of me, my mouth screaming exaltation as the pleasure burned with in me. With a cry, my whole abdomen flexed upward and my face was driven backward into the chair. I screeched my muffled delight into the cushion as the feeling overwhelmed me. I squirted all over myself, but Daddy hadn’t come yet.
Daddy lifted me up and tossed me onto the table. My thighs grinded together excitedly as he took off his pants. I placed my hands behind me and pushed myself into a seated position, my legs spreading as I anchored my high-heeled shoes below my knees. Daddy walked over to me, his member swaying slightly with each step. I looked at him hungrily, wanting to devour every inch of him. He gripped my legs and spread them even further. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my asshole. I growled excitedly, ready for the pain. He pushed in. My back arched. I whimpered my approval.
His cock drove through my resistances, shots of pain blasting from my colon as his length viciously parted my insides. I relished the sweet burn, my eyes lustfully closing as my head rolled back. He pulled out and then pushed in again, my rim stretching as his girth forced me open. I cried out as a shudder crept up my spine. My asshole stretched from my body when he pulled out, as though it was demanding to be filled every second. Father stuck three fingers into my soaking cunt while his thumb frantically worked my clit. The combination of my anal penetration and vaginal stimulation drove me over the edge, and I abandoned all pretense let my body express my wanton passion. I pushed back against him as he forced inward. My arms trembled and gave out. I collapsed onto the table, my body lurching forward and backward with Father’s movements. Daddy brought my ankles up and rested them on his shoulders. He gripped my cheeks tightly and spread them, trying to get every bit of him inside me. I screamed out as I felt him drive deeper, a sweet pain growing inside me. Father thrust his entire length in and pulled the entire length out, his deep drives increasing in speed. My body pitched back and forth violently. I screamed as I felt his cock throbbing.
“Daddy!” I cried, “Come in my pussy!”
Daddy filled my womanhood with his filthy cock. I screamed my joy as he unloaded into me, growls and grunts erupting from his lips as his orgasm wracked him. My orgasm came with his own, my back arching off the table, my head tilting backward. Breathless gasps spilled from my mouth as my eyes rolled into my head. My body twitched the last throes of my climax while Daddy’s seed seeped into my cunt. Daddy collapsed on top of me, his warm body pressing against my own. I ran my fingers through his hair, keeping my pelvis pointed upward, trying to get every drop of him into my womb.
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“Daddy,” I whispered, “You’re going to be a father.”
“What?” he asked, looking up at me.
“I’m off birth control, Daddy. You just impregnated me.”
Daddy looked up at me in shock, but I just smiled lovingly down at him. “I will bare you a child of pure royal blood. He will be a son Daddy; I can feel it. And every time you look into his eyes, you will see your likeness shining through. He’ll be more you than anyone else. And one day he will sit on the throne and carry on your legacy.”
“Leveria,” Father murmured, “your husband…”
“Will be none the wiser.” I laughed.
“A child of pure blood,” Father exclaimed, “A son!”
Daddy kissed me deeply. He was completely mine now. I was his only daughter, and the mother of his child. At last, I had Father all to myself.
“Leveria,” Daddy said as he drew from the kiss, “You have shown strength and intelligence where I have shown weakness and stupidity. You were right all along, where I was blind.”
“You are a good king, Father. Do not let your failures detract from your qualities.”
“This failure,” Father said somberly, “almost cost us everything.”
“But it didn’t.” I whispered caringly, “Mother had to sow the seeds of sedition with her own womb. Your subjects loved you too much for her to convince them to betray you.”
“Glendian,” Father smiled slyly, “Is your man, Leveria. I’ve known since he contacted you instead of me about Yavara’s whereabouts. Glendian didn’t come to me out of loyalty, Glendian came to me because you forced him to.”
“I wouldn’t have put on such a performance if I knew you were aware of our relationship.” I smiled back.
“You still need to work on your improv, the ‘scared and afraid daughter’ only works for people that haven’t met you yet. Everyone here knows you’re a stone-cold bitch.”
“That’s quite a thing to say to your daughter!” I laughed.
“But it’s true. Your ruthlessness uncovered a plot that would have ruined us.” Father sat up and looked me up and down, “You’re ready Leveria.”
“For what?” I asked.
“After Trenaria is executed, I will abdicate the throne to you. You will be queen, Leveria.”
This was something I didn’t expect. Father’s proposition hit me like a ton of bricks. My chest tightened in fear and excitement.
“Father, you have so many years, and I’m so young.” I said shakenly, still recovering from the shock of his statement.
“I will be forced to abdicate one way or the other, Leveria. Think of the optics of my situation: my own wife plotted to betray me, and my own daughter is the greatest threat this nation has ever known. There will be inquiries, there will be riots, and there will be coup attempts.”
“And you will surmount them all,” I said, “You will squash the spiders who would plot against you and quell any rebellion that forms.”
“Our kingdom cannot afford to be distracted by internal conflict.” Father responded, “We will soon face a threat that will require all our resources to be thrown behind one united banner. You will bare that banner, Leveria. Your youth is not a detriment; it is an advantage. The enemy you are facing is young, beautiful and charismatic. You must compliment her qualities with your own, and contrast your differences starkly. You are young, beautiful and wise. Wisdom surmounts charisma in times of strife. Your people will look to you to be wise and strong.”
“Father, I cannot...”
“You will.” Father said as his hand caressed my cheek, “You will be the youngest ruler The Highlands has ever had. You will be a beacon of hope in our darkest time. I have but one request of you Leveria, while I can still call you by just your first name: will you accept my resignation?”
“Father,” I said, tears of joy brimming in my eyes, “I accept your resignation.”
Father kissed me deeply. I held his face in my hands as tears streaked down my cheeks. He withdrew from me and smiled, his eyes brimming with pride.
“Long live the queen.”
PLOT POINTS
Leveria Tiadoa tries to convince her father to move against Yavara, but her father, King Clartias Tiadoa, is reluctant because he loves Yavara too much. Leveria realizes that her mother, Queen Trenaria Tiadoa, must be removed from her father's presence before Leveria can convince him to attack Yavara.
Leveria reveals her twisted relationship with her father. She had sex with him for the first time when she was sixteen, and manipulated him for years with her body. Leveria falls in love with her father, and tries to get him to love her the same way.
Clartias Tiadoa taught his daughter how to rule the kingdom and deal with foreign dignitaries, all while he fucked her behind the scenes. Day by day, he begins to love Leveria as a woman, and not as his daughter. As the two entangle in perverse passion, Clartias teaches Leveria everything he knows about being a monarch.
Leveria begins to make connections and alliances with the right people. It's revealed she ordered the foiled assassination attempt on Yavara when she was still a young girl.
Leveria and her father designed her marriage to suit Leveria's political needs the best. They still fuck each other on a weekly basis.
Returning to the present time, Leveria tries to find a way to depose her mother. She seeks aid from Headmaster Glendian, the arch mage of the highlands.
Leveria has been blackmailing Glendian for years to get her to do what she wants. Glendian is gay, which is a crime in the Highlands.
Leveria and Glendian search through the library until they find information that concludes Trenaria Tiadoa (Leveria and Yavara's mother) had sex with a monster before Yavara was conceived. Leveria forces Glendian to bring this information to her father, and to add a few lies in order to have her mother executed.
The next day, Leveria, Clartias and Trenaira speak with King Dreus and negotiate the release of head ranger Adarian. Glendian interrupts their meeting.
Glendian reveals what's he learned of Trenaria. Leveria acts like this is first time she's hearing of it. Glendian tells Leveria's lie, stating that Trenaria had sex with a monster for the sole purpose of conceiving an Alkandi incarnation, and that Yavara and Trenaria had been plotting against Clartias for years.
Clartias believe Glendian, and sentences his wife to death.
Leveria fucks her dad, and reveals she is pregnant with his child.
Clartias tells Leveria he will abdicate the throne to her after Trenaria hangs.
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