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      Bren/Lilianna, Bren/Cyellene, Bren/Zelsha, Bren/Arla, Bren/Faelyssanne
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      Published: 2014-02-25 Updated: 2014-08-17 Chapters: 2/? Words: 10408
****** The Daughter Quest ******
by risque
Summary
     A sequel to The God Eater's Daughter. Now that God-Eater Bren has
     begun breeding his daughter, he discovers he has many other daughters
     in the world and must seek each one out, seduce her and bring her
     into his harem fold so he can impregnate her and increase his Godly
     powers. (Commission.)
***** Cyellene *****
Winters in Relonia were harsh and long in the God-Eater's absence, and that did
not change after his return. Although Bren could have used his powers to force
a more mild winter, he knew there were better areas to focus his skills. The
people of Relonia were used to and prepared for the three months of snow and
darkness, so Bren focused instead on making the winter crops last, destroying
the sneaking snow vermin that always tried to spoil the stores, and, of course,
on daily fucking his now well-pregnant fourteen-year-old daughter.
Pregnancy suited Lilianna immensely. Her immortality let her keep her girlish
figure save for a small bump that housed the first of her father's daughter's
daughters. Lily beamed with such joy at carrying her father's daughter inside
her that she positively glowed. Pregnancy sickness never touched her, and the
only pains she had were swollen breasts which her father hungrily, happily
sucked and massaged to her aching relief.
The cold stone corridors meant more cuddling and lingering ever longer in bed,
but for Bren it also had a severe down-side. No more did Lillianna wear thin,
gauzy silk gowns that emphasized her youthful, feminine figure. To keep warm
during the harsh winter, she hid her perfect body in fur cloaks and heavy
wools, depriving Bren of one of his favorite past times—watching his daughter's
body move beneath her silk gowns, undressing her with his eyes, turning her
wholesome outward innocence into absolute sexual depravity with just one look.
And so when, on an afternoon so cold and bleak that the sun never burst through
the snowclouds, Lilianna appeared in the King's drawing room wearing only a
thin silk gown that appeared to be spun from the very sunset itself, he dropped
his quill in surprise.
Lilianna was cold; there was no denying that. Her nipples stood out proudly
against the thin silk and there were puffs of condensation in the air as she
breathed. Yet there she stood, looking and smelling like a spring flower in the
dead of winter. Her golden hair was freshly washed and shining brightly in the
firelight, spilling luxuriously over one shoulder, the other side done up with
jewel encrusted combs. After allowing Bren a few moments of surprise to drink
in her unexpected summertime warmth, she curtsied to the king and slowly
approached, bringing her tantalizing curves and flowery sweet scent closer.
“Happy birthday, Daddy,” she whispered.
She was trembling now with cold and want as she stood before Bren, her body an
untapped sexual nerve, aching to be touched and undone.
Bren's blood was fire in his veins; the cold a distant memory at the sight of
his budding daughter. Birthdays were not a thing he burdened himself with,
though Lilianna taking it upon herself to remember touched him deeply. She was
the perfect gift like this: eight-months pregnant with his daughter, draped in
the finest silk, freshly washed and scrubbed, scented with delicate, feminine
oils, her hair cascading like a waterfall over her bare shoulders.
Savagely hungry to unwrap his gift, Bren grabbed Lilianna's thin, naked arm and
dragged her close, crushing her mouth to his in a brutal, possessive kiss,
thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. They fucked every day, two or three
times if not more, but the last three months had been in bed, buried under warm
quilts.
Bren finally broke away from her mouth and began placing hot, wet kisses on her
slender white neck, working his way down to suck her hard, swollen nipples
through the silk.
She gasped, orgasming immediately at the feel of her father's mouth on her bare
skin. “D-daddy! Use me,” she begged. “Strip me naked, make me service you, here
on the cold flagstone floor, make me endure! Daddy! I'll do anything for you!”
Bren roared his approval and forced his tiny girl down on her knees. His cock
sprang forth from the tight confines of his trousers and within seconds he had
a fistful of Lilianna's jewel-encrusted hair in his hand and was forcing his
burning hot cock down her too-small throat.
Her liquid blue eyes stared adoringly up at him as he abused and wrecked her
face. Her tiny hands clutched her father's massive shaft, fighting against the
orgasms that rolled through her to palm his massive balls and stroke him as he
facefucked her.
“Lily, Lily, my girl, my beautiful baby girl,” Bren moaned unkindly slamming
his massive length down her throat, shuddering in delight at the way her neck
bulged to contain his girth.
He was rough and fast with her, unable to help himself in the view of such
perfect delicate, feminine beauty. She was melting ice under his burning love
fury and he dominated her utterly with his brute strength and sweat and filth.
Lilianna stared adoringly up at her father as he savagely abused her little
throat until the orgasms and pleasure got too much and her eyes rolled back as
she gave herself over to him utterly.
The sight of Lilianna swooning in sexual delight as Bren slammed twelve thick
inches of cock down her throat was too much and, gripping her tiny little
shoulders, Bren unloaded, exploding thick hot ropes of cum down his daughter's
throat canal, filling her stomach with his burning seed, warming her from the
inside with his potent God-load.
When he pulled out, he found the fire in his veins had not dimmed in the
slightest. For a moment he drank in the view of Lilianna gasping on her knees,
sucking in cold, precious air as she rode wave after wave of residual orgasms,
feasting off the power and satisfaction emanating from her father. Her body
quaked in sexual ecstasy making the silken sunset dress that clung to her like
a second skin almost more erotic and sensual than her naked form.
Almost.
There was nothing in the world more perfectly formed than Lilianna's naked,
eternally fourteen-year-old body and after months of making love under
blankets, in dim firelight, Bren was hungry to see it.
Lilianna opened her eyes as Bren reached down and tore the silk garment from
her body, sending jewels and beads skittering across the drawing room. Sitting
back in his massive oak chair, Bren dragged the tiny girl to her feet so he
could drink in the full sight of her naked, pregnant body, and watch the way
she resisted shivering against the cold.
“My beautiful virgin baby,” Bren growled, appreciatively.
“Daddy,” she mewled, aching to be stretched and filled. She crawled into his
lap, a tiny thing, and grabbed his massive shaft with her petite little hands.
“I want you to w-womb fuck me,” she begged, shuddering with orgasms just saying
it. “It's been so long... Fill me up completely; grow your cock inside me,
Daddy, please... fill your little girl utterly... utterly...”
Bren gripped Lilianna's hips, forcefully manhandling her like a doll, until her
virgin cunt was lined-up over his massive twelve-inch cock, and then, without
prep or warning, he very roughly force-slammed her down onto it, splitting her
apart, ripping through her hymen and that cunt that forever would be as tight
as it was the day she turned fourteen.
She cried out in surprised orgasmic bliss and Bren began harshly dragging her
up and down his cock like a human flesh sleeve, moaning as her tiny body tried
to revert to virginity even as he thrust back inside her.
“I l-love you, Daddy!” Lilianna gasped. “And our little girl will love you,
too, just like this. Oh! She'll be unable to stop from falling in love with
you. She'll worship you just as I do! Ohhh, Daddy, paint my insides white with
your cum. Make our baby girl crave your seed from the moment she's born.”
“My baby girl, my virgin baby girl,” he growled, thrusting up into her wet
tight heat even as he dragged her up and down his cock at the same time. He had
resisted womb-fucking his daughter while she was pregnant, worried for some
reason that he would hurt their unborn daughter.
Now, as the head of his cock knocked at his daughter's most secret, inner
erogenous place and she began to dilate in sobbing orgasmic euphoria for him he
truly realized the depths of the powers of being the God-Eater; the high king;
the conquer of prophecies.
There was nothing he couldn't do.
Soon Lilianna was screaming out her orgasms as her tight virginal body opened
impossibly more to house her father's growing length. She sobbed in joyous
ecstasy, completely overcome with a typhoon of orgasms as his thick cockhead
breached the tight inner ring of her cervix. She could no longer breathe for
the power of the orgasms slamming into her virginal body, heightened immensely
after going so long without being used so fully.
And still Bren fucked and grew inside his daughter, stretching to fill her, his
powers shielding and protecting the daughter also housed in that impossibly
tight, hot chamber.
“DADDY!” Lilianna screamed, her entire body trembling and shaking as he grew
inch after inch to fill her diminutive frame. “DADDY! DADDY!!!!” Her tiny nails
attempted to pierce his thick skin to no avail. Her little legs twisted and
shook with her orgasms, unable to find purchase as Bren kept using her like a
ragdoll, dragging her ever harder and faster up and down his growing cock,
giving her exactly what she wanted and so much more.
How many inches he gained inside his virgin daughter's pregnant womb he could
not say, only that it was very many. He grew to the very, very edge of
Lilianna's breaking point, first in inches, then in centimeters, down to
millimeters until the girl's tongue hung out of her mouth as if to make more
room and she groaned and gasped, unable to breathe, unable to speak, unable to
move, unable to do anything but orgasm harder than she'd ever orgasmed before
as her brutal, loving father forced her overstimulated, eternally-virgin cunt
and cervix to endlessly squeeze and regenerate around his growing cock over and
over and over.
Bren was alive with life and love and passion. Every time he thought he had
tapped the depths of orgasmic bliss he found himself reaching even more
mindbogglingly orgasmic heights with Lilianna. This was not the kind of sex
they could have on a daily basis, but for his birthday, after three months of
wintery cold, it was a sunburst of glory, or more. It was the very best they'd
ever had.
And so Bren dragged Lilianna down, housing himself inside her completely, until
her rock-hard clit kissed her father's pubic hair, held her their a moment to
drink in her violent orgasms as she endured so beautifully. Then, at long last,
he released the coil of molten hot love churning in his heavy balls, blasting
his seed up, up, up, into a cavern so impossibly tight and over stuffed already
that all Lilianna could do to endure her father's seed was roll her eyes back
in her head and orgasm like she had never orgasmed before, causing every cell
and nerve in her body to explode in ecstatic joy.
Bren shook her as he came, insuring their daughter would crave his seed all her
life, unloading completely inside her before he pulled her off his cock
slightly, allowing Lily's regeneration to take effect. As her body tightened
around the void his cock had left, she squeezed and milked him and Bren,
roaring, blew more seed inside her, filling that new void with another load of
thick creamy hot spunk. He thrust into that cavity, forcing her virgin hole to
accommodate his hugeness once more, and the act repeated, milking another thick
coil of cum inside her.
How long this went on Bren could not count, but it was more than five times and
every atom in his body sang in holy delight at the union between father and
daughter and their unborn daughter. Being inside one and so near the other like
this magnified his clarity, powers and pleasure a hundred-fold. Once again the
universe was rewarding the God-Eater for all he had done. It was his birthday
and the whole universe was aligned to celebrate.
–
One warm spring day nine years later, the woman servant of the Eschoird
appeared in Bren's drawing room. He rarely saw her for she worked solely in the
task of raising his elven daughter Faelyssanne in the ways of the elves. Time
had not greyed her temples yet.
“My Lord,” she said, bowing to the floor.
“Rise,” he said, long since weary of trying to get the woman to stop her
kowtowing.
“It is time.”
Bren's heart gave a little tug. He had waited nine long years to hear those
words, watching spring after spring as his tiny elven daughter grew and
developed, growing into one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever set eyes on.
She had spent the last nine years of her life—along with her nine sisters—being
properly raised to worship and adore him. And Bren had waited patiently for the
day when she was old enough to be taken into his bedroom, turned immortal,
frozen in time at fourteen, and properly fucked, stretched and seeded.
“Bring Faelyssanne to me.”
The woman on the floor did not rise. “Not her, my Lord. Not yet.”
Bren's eyes narrowed. “Explain.”
“It is some time yet before Faelyssanne is ready for you. The girl is tiny,
even for the wood elves, and they mature slower than humans. She is close but
not yet ready. There is, however, another.”
This news took some time to digest. He knew that there were other daughters out
there waiting for him, ones that had been purpose-bred for him some fourteen
years ago, created from seed stolen from him by the wood elves that had given
him Faelyssanne. He had ached for years to seek them out and bring them into
the safety of the walls of Relonia, but the servant of the Eschoird had forbade
him.
“She is Cyellene of the alder nymphs. They grow swiftly, shooting toward the
sun, arms stretched up like branches... She is ready for you.”
Bren got to his feet, suddenly able to sense this distant daughter he had not
properly known existed until just now. “Where shall I find her?”
“Past the Tyerss River blosoms a forest deep and dark. Pass through it into
sunlight and you will find the alder trees growing ever thicker and taller. In
the heart of the wood dwell the alder nymphs. You will find her in a grove
there, bathing in a sacred spring. On horseback it is but a week's travel
away.”
“Pack the things I require for this trip and that she will require to endure
the trip back. I leave on the hour to retrieve her.”
“As you wish, my Lord.” She bowed and excused herself.
New spread quickly and within minutes Kalalennonadon, his elf advisor, was
knocking on his drawing chamber door. Lilianna, heavily pregnant with her
father-husband's tenth daughter, was hot on his heels.
“You can't possibly leave now,” the elf said, looking, for once in his life,
somewhat flustered. “The garrison from Tripalle is arriving tomorrow.”
“You're perfectly capable of handling a garrison alone,” Bren said. “This is
important; more important than anything else in the world.”
“Although it may seem that way to you, my Lord, sating your loins in a fresh
cunt is not, strictly speaking, pressing business.”
There were not many men in the world who could speak so candidly to Bren, and
the fact that Kalalennonadon could showed the depths of their friendship. “She
is my strength. Do not misunderstand this. The powers that have allowed me to
begin turning all the people of Relonia immortal does not come from my
daughters with Lilianna alone. All of my daughters grant me that ability and
none more so than the one I can seed with more daughters. Seeking out this
daughter, bringing her back and filling her with child will quadruple my
powers. It is a benefit to all the kingdom. With her by my side, I will be able
to immoralize the entire lower commons.”
Kalalennonadon's eyes had widened. For a moment he looked as though he would
protest, but, after a moment, reconsidered his words. “I had not realized, my
Lord. I will help with the preparations.” He bowed and quickly hurried off.
“Lily, my baby.”
Lilianna crossed to him and they kissed deeply for several seconds. Bren
fondled his daughter's breasts through her silk gown before softly rubbing her
baby bump. “Daddy,” she whimpered, orgasming slightly just from being in his
presence. “Let me go with you. I can't bear the thought of being away from you
for two weeks...”
“Ah, my baby girl.” He sat down and pulled the petite little fourteen-year-old
into his lap. “Think of how good it will be when I return. How deeply you will
crave me, and how hungry I will be for you. This is how it must be done. The
collection of my daughters had begun, and each is a precious, special jewel
that I must seek out and bring back alone. Each deserves their father's full
unadorned attention that first week or two.” He unlaced her dress, pulling it
aside to undress her right there. Shifting slightly, he fed his massive cock
through a slit in his trousers, resting it's hardening length against his tiny,
pregnant daughter's thigh. “But there is yet an hour before I depart and there
is no way I would rather spend it than inside you.”
“Ohh, Daddy,” Lilianna gasped, sitting up so she could attempt to straddle her
father's massive hips. She was already soaking wet and orgasming by the time he
took her.
–
Just over an hour later Bren was in the saddle, riding out of Relonia. He had
not announced to the people where he was going and so slipped fairly unnoticed
through the streets, leaving the high mountain kingdom behind. Once the
splendid realm had disappeared behind him, the pull of his daughters residing
there lessened. In Relonia there dwelled now twelve of his daughters—Lilianna
and Faelyssanne first, and then the nine daughters Lilianna had given him since
they had begun breeding together, and the tenth, still growing in her womb.
They were his moral compass; his guidance home. No matter how far he traveled
he could always find his way back to Relonia by the pull of those twelve
perfect girls.
But now, distanced slightly from the castle, he felt another pull—Cyellene.
He travelled west down the mountain and came to the Tyerss River by sunset on
the third day. The river was too deep to ford, but with Bren's powers to bend
the will of even the river his horse managed across. Soon they were cast into
darkness as they made their way through the deepening forest. There the trees
grew together so thick that at times Bren had to knock them down to pass
through. The canopy of leaves above grew so thick and heavy with strangle-vine
that not a ray of light penetrated to the forest floor and the animals and
plants that grew in its stead were twisted, sickly and dark.
For three days Bren and his horse traveled through the deepening forest, unable
to tell whether they moved in a straight line or in circles. Bren's only guide
was the growing pull of Cyellene in the distance, drawing him closer. At dawn
on the seventh day the dark trees finally fell away, replaced in time with
alder growing tall and proud. The sunlight shone here and the ground grew thick
with vegetation, moss and ivy, flowers and life.
And the pull of his nymph daughter, the first of his daughters since Lilianna
to reach maturity, grew and grew. Did she feel him approaching too?
By noon he felt other signs of life. Flittering figures appeared in the corners
of his eye; lithe figures, tall and verdant, but ethreal, disappearing when he
turned his head. Once or twice he heard soft laughter dancing through the
distance.
The sun was low in the sky when he finally came across the sacred spring the
servant of Eschoird had mentioned. The alder trees here grew thick with age and
were draped with blossoming ivy, creating a quiet, secluded enclosure, but the
spring itself was open to the brilliant sky.
Bren dismounted and tied his horse aside, continuing to the spring on foot. He
stood at the water's edge for some length of time, looking for his daughter.
His body told him she was very near; his cock throbbing in need, but he saw
only branches, logs and bramble in the water; he was alone.
After waiting several more minutes he stepped closer to the shore, the sacred
water lapping at his filthy boots. “Cyellene, come here.”
A ripple in the water caught his eye and suddenly the fallen branch he'd
dismissed three times before suddenly moved, unfolding into a slender, naked
girl.
She slipped into the spring, the water concealing her body from him, but not
her face, which was radiant and bright. She was almost elven in her features,
but her skin was a soft, healthy green and her hair thick and brown like alder
bark, hanging in wet coils down her back. Her eyes were otherworldly, brilliant
yellow and haunting, like an owl. “Who are you?” she asked, and he drank in the
sound of her voice, musical and deep.
Bren stood proudly on the shore, watching this elegant creature—his
daughter—glide through the water. “I am Bren of Relonia; the propecy slayer;
highking killer; the God-Eater. Your father.”
There was obvious disdain in the girl's yellow eyes as she looked him over.
“You stink of horse and shit and human filth. No father of mine would so
attempt to defile the scared springs.”
“I am the God-Eater. These springs can become only more scared by my presence.”
Her eyes narrowed, but she held her tongue.
Warming to the girl's surly attitude, Bren raised his hands out in front of
him, palm down, feeling the water below him. Concentrating his powers, he
aggitated the spring, exciting the atoms of liquid until they began to heat.
Within seconds the quiet, peaceful spring was bubbling excitedly.
Cyellene startled like a deer, bounding forth like Bren had hoped, ribbons of
sparkling water cascading off her perfect naked body as she dashed ashore.
Seeing her fully revealed made Bren's cock ache in need. She was taller than
Lilianna by a fair amount, tall and slender compared to Lilianna's petite
overall tininess, but Bren still towered over the girl. She was regal and
proud, even naked and disturbed, and he loved her immensely in that instant. It
was difficult not to grip her and sate his loins in her thin body immediately
like he would have done unhestitatingly with Lilianna.
“What're you doing?” she demanded.
Instantly the spring stopped bubbling. “I can bring down the rain and crack the
earth asunder. I can wither trees and burst seeds into fruit. I can freeze your
body like this—lithe and young, fourteen and untouched—forever.” He snapped his
finger, immortalizing her even as he spoke it, making the change strong enough
for the girl to feel something mysterious and wonderful seeping through her. He
stepped closer. “I can make flowers blossom in the dead of winter. I can crush
coal into diamond with just my fist. If I wanted, I could make the very stars
twinkle just for you. My name is Bren. I am the God-Eater, your father by
blood, and I have come to take you back to Relonia as my immortal lover.”
Cyellene's breath had quickened as Bren moved near her, swayed against her will
by his words and immense presence. Her little nipples hardened into points and
her body glistened, wet and dripping, steaming in the cool air. “Father and
lover?”
“Father and lover.” He reached out, brushing his thick fingers against her
firm, pert breast. “My cock strains even now in want of you. Your body has a
secret hole that has been empty for fourteen long years, a deep, empty chasm
that you've always known about in secret whisperings and deep night longings;
an aching, empty hollow inside you where a piece is missing.”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, golden eyes wide as she stared up at him.
“Lie back on the moss covered ground. Spread your legs and let Daddy see your
aching hole; let Daddy show you the missing piece and how to complete you; to
end the longing.”
She shivered, near orgasm, but turned her face away from him. “L-lies. They
must be. My father would not reek so of human filth. My father would respect
the sacred spring.” Her body trembled in desire, at war with her sense of self.
“My f-father is a wood nymph, not a human...”
“Your father is Bren, stronger than the Gods.” He wrapped a hand around her
waist, dragging her naked frame up against his. “Breathe in that human stink,
daughter. Relish it. Soon it will be thrusting in and out of your aching hole.
Soon you will beg for more of it. Soon you will crave your father's flesh and
swoon in delight from it.”
Already she was near. “So strong... such musk...” She put her hand against his
arm, trying to push away, but it was an utterly futile attempt. She could never
escape him unless he so desired.
He could snap her like a sapling with ease, and she trembled in the knowledge
of that, and of the soft touch and kindness and warmth he exuded despite such
immenseness. He was hard and unyielding, filth and sweat, and yet under that
hard veneer he promised such delightful gifts.
“Little sapling,” he whispered, bending down to place his mouth at her soft
green ear. “Bend to your father's will. You will not break in my arms. Filled
with my seed, you will flourish and live forever.” He squeezed her against him,
rubbing her thigh against his confined cock. “I have been given many daughters
throughout the world, each hidden away, raised apart from me. Now that they are
coming of age I must seek them out, win them over and return to my kingdom with
them. You are the first, Cyellene. My little nymph daughter, so wild and full
of spunk.
“I could take you,” he said, pushing locks of wet hair off her neck so he could
bend and plant a scalding hot kiss on her pale green flesh. She writhed in
orgasmic delight at the touch. “I could force you to submit, to endure the
stink and filth until your spirit is broken and you learn to love it. But I
don't think that's necessary.” He slid a hand down, ghosting over her thigh,
before moving in and touching a finger between her legs. She was wet as the
sacred springs down there and not from the water. “Oh, my baby girl.”
Her huge golden eyes stared up at him, her breath coming rapid as he stroked
her pussy, her hands clutching to his massive arm. “D-daddy,” she whispered,
trembling like a leaf.
“Now, lie back on the moss, like I told you. Obey your father.”
Released, Cyellene did exactly as instructed, lying down on the damp ground,
her wide innocent eyes staring ever up at her father.
“Now spread your legs, daughter. Let me see that hidden void that aches to be
filled.”
Despite her immense arousal, there was still a war within Cyellene. “I am an
Alder nymph, one of the untouched, committed to the sacred spring,” she
struggled to say. “My vows were to protect and serve the springs; to never
touch or be touched; to dwell in the shadows, walk in the twilight, a ghost, a
servant to the spirits of the water...”
“You serve a great god, now.” Bren said nothing else. He just shucked off his
clothes, releasing his huge, throbbing cock. He stood over his slim nymph
daughter and watched as her eyes shifted from his face to take in the
immenseness of his cock. Even without seeing her bared pussy, he was enflamed
with lust. Her body was fit and young, tight and new. She was different than
Lilianna, but in splendid, wonderful ways.
He knelt over her, one massive leg on either side of her thin body, straddling
her without putting any weight on her. His cock was so heavy it jutted out
almost parallel to her body. “This is what you have missed all your life,” he
whispered. “This is what will fill your aching hole.”
He didn't ask again to see; just lifted his daughter's legs and folded them
back, spreading her open for himself. Her breath came in gasping pants,
shuddering into little orgasms just from the sheer touch and manipulation as
her father forced her to expose herself to him.
Bren let out a soft groan of approval as he spread Cyellene's legs and folded
them back and her arousal made her pussy lips open for him, revealing that thin
virginal membrane sealing her entrance.
He had already immortalized her, but he tested the air once more, just to make
sure. This beauty was far too precious to wreck without preserving like this
forever, first. Grabbing the head of his cock, he dragged it up and down his
daughter's virgin pussy, smearing precome all into her aroused juices. Little
Cyellene's body was wracked with instant orgasms.
“Ohhhh, D-daddy,” she gasped, teeth chattering.
“I have not even entered you yet,” he said, getting into position. “What you
feel now will only increase tenfold when I fill you.”
Her eyes were bright, glowing gold as she stared imploringly up at him. Her
resolve crumbled away as the orgasms raced through her young body. “D-do it,”
she whispered, giving herself over to him. “Take me, Daddy. F-fill my aching
hole, the void... oh,” she threw her head back, orgasming at just the thought
of him doing it. “I want it! I want to be your immortal daughter-lover!”
Bren smiled broadly, gripped Cyellene's toned thighs and drove his cock into
her cunt, forceful but gentle, taking her virginity in one quick stroke and
plunging into the pure untouched depths within. Cyellene's head thrashed as
orgasms slammed immediately into her young, unprepared body.
Bren grit his teeth to resist blowing his load immediately and focused on the
sensation of stretching and filling this brilliant new virgin hole. Never
before had these depths been explored; this daughter had almost never even
thought of sex before today. Her body was innocent, tight and pure as they
came. And now his twelve-inch cock spread open her baby cunthole, stretching
it, forcing that untouched purity to swallow a massive God-cock.
The gentle roughness lasted only a matter of moments before passion and lust
and dominance overtook Bren. This cunt was too perfect and tight and new to
take slowly. His red-hot love fury boiled in his veins and soon he had Cyellene
pinned down so he could piston his hips faster and faster, slamming his cock
deeper and deeper into those virginal, untouched depths. “Take it!” he shouted
at her. “Take it all, your father's cock! Swallow it in your aching hole!” He
grunted as he sank into her tight, hot body. “Feel it fill your aching void!”
“D-daddy!!!” Cyellene screamed, orgasming harder and harder each time Bren
drove his cock back into her regenerating body. He could not stretch her out;
she was perpetually a virgin, forever tight and untouched and new. To contain
him in such a wonderful hole, she orgasmed non-stop, overwhelmed by the
sensations of her aching emptiness being so thoroughly filled.
Soon all twelve inches of his cock were inside his nymph daughter and his fiery
hot balls were slapping against her ass. He drove himself deep inside her body
and held that position, twelve inches deep inside her, and felt her cunt
squeezing and regenerating around him, vibrating with orgasms. He kissed her
then, forcing his tongue into her mouth taking away the last of her resistance.
She was utterly his now, and as they kissed he began to pump again, knocking at
her most secret inner chamber.
How he ached to womb-fuck this perfect little nymph; to fill that even more
inner and untouched chamber with his cock and seed. He would do it soon, but
not today. He would leave her wanting more; feeling fulfilled and yet yearning
to go further; aching to open to him completely and utterly.
Groaning at the thought, Bren thrust four more times deep into his fourteen-
year-old daughter and then released, spraying his thick seed deep inside her
virgin hole, releasing a weeks' worth of hot, pent-up seed and love into her.
Cyellene orgasmed again at the sensation, her mouth opening to gasp and cry out
in joy as her emptiness was filled. She clutched him to her as her clever
virgin cunt milked and squeezed and regenerated around her father's erupting
cock, sucking every last drop of come out, depositing it all deep, deep within
her pussy.
“Baby girl,” Bren gasped as he slowed his thrusts, letting her tightness
squeeze out yet another ribbon of seed. “My baby girl.”
“Daddydaddydaddy,” Cyellene gasped through chattering teeth. She was still
orgasming each time Bren thrust into her. “Ohhhh, my d-daddy... so b-big, so g-
good.”
“I knew you'd like that,” Bren said, delighting in thrusting again and watching
the girl's eyes roll back into her head as another orgasm took over her body.
“I will take you home now, as my eternal daughter-lover, so that we may do
this, and more, until the end of time.”
Her little hand gripped his massive arm tightly. “I'm yours, Daddy. I'm yours.
Don't stop filling my hole. Don't ever stop.”
***** Arla *****
Chapter Summary
     King Bren travels to the underwater world of mermaids seeking his
     next daughter-lover--the tiny princess mermaid Arla.
After securing the safety of his new nymph daughter, Bren remained at home a
week to make sure his daughters were well adjusted to each other. To his
delight, Lily and Cyellene got along wonderfully with absolutely no animosity
between them. All of Cyellene's original aversion to him and dedication to her
sacred pool had been fucked away; she was now Bren's very loyal, very loving
perfect daughter.
And so he felt free to return to the incessant pull of other daughters out
there, waiting to be found. After consulting with the woman servant of the
Eschoird, he discovered that he did not need her to direct his guidance; he
could feel his missing daughters on his own. She knew where a few of them were,
but the rest had been hidden even from her. So long as he felt the pull, that
meant the daughter was ripened and ready, waiting for him.
So he rode out one morning a week later after satiating Lilliana and Cyellene
in bed. He took only his horse and provisions for a week. He also brought
things for a woman, as well as a soft, silk gown. The pull of his daughter led
him into the valley beyond the Relonian mountains and further, through the
glades of Everfrost, beyond the den of Savanrang and down to the Polt Sea.
There on the shore he stood with the waves lapping at his ankles. His daughter
was beyond the sea.
Having no boat, and trusting entirely to instinct, Bren tied his horse up on
the sand, removed all of his clothing save for the belt that housed his sword,
and dove into the frothing waves. His massive arms mowed through the current
with ease, and he swam tirelessly, following the pull of his daughter.
But he was not led to some distant shore, nor to a boat set adrift carrying
precious cargo. He came to a spot in the sea and found the pull of his daughter
below, in the dark, quiet depths below.
For a moment Bren despaired, staring down at the liquid abyss below. And then
he knew, as he always did when he was near a daughter, how to perfect himself.
He was the God-Eater. He could will the very water itself to turn into oxygen
for him to breathe. And so he dove and dove, swimming ever down toward a place
so deep the sun's light could not penetrate.
And as he swam ever on and the water around him burned away into oxygen for him
to breathe, he began to see light—and life. There were fish and sea creatures
aplenty, but soon he saw a sphere glowing in the watery depths; a plant so
massive and luminous it shone like the very sun itself, and below it sprawled
an underwater metropolis, carved of coral and draped in seaweed.
And through the corridors and water gardens he saw people—merpeople. They swam
with unearthly elegance, their bodies perfect combinations of land and sea.
Like fish each were colored differently, some with brilliant orange fins and
fiery red hair, others dark and green. Some were light and fast, flashing like
silver coins and others large and heavy, lurking along the floor.
He swam ever on, pulled by the feel of his daughter, knowing now that he was to
find a mermaid for his very own. The thought of one of these delicate,
beautiful creatures being his, his own daughter to fill and fuck, warmed and
hardened his cock, even at such cold depths.
Eyes watched his arrival, but none approached and none barred his entrance as
he found the open doors to a massive chamber. Inside was a palace as opulent as
any he had seen in his travels. It was filled with exquisite sea creatures,
enormous, pearlescent shells, opals, all kinds of gold and things from the
human world rescued from sunken ships—marble statutes and silver plates and
strands of pearls hung like ribbons along every corridor.
Each corridor was illuminated by bioluminescent algae, placed along the walls
like art, or else by smaller glowing spheres, the eggs of the massive plant
above that illuminated the whole watery world. He followed one corridor to
another until he came into a massive chamber, larger than any cathedral he had
ever been in. Light streamed in through coral windows that had been grown in
intricate shapes, curling around each other and outward to provide chairs and
tables and more.
In the center of the room on a lush dais covered in glowing luminescent algae
sat the largest opened clam shell Bren had ever seen. It was so massive he
could have used the bowl as a seat for himself. It sat on a bed of pearls of
all sizes and colors, and the insides of the shell gleamed with pounded
goldleaf. Inside was a bed of the softest violet kelp and on it lay a tiny
mermaid. Her skin was so white it was nearly translucent. Her hair floated in
the water around her like a halo, silvery-white to match her tail, which
shimmered as though it had been made of precious gems. Her fins were long and
delicate, floating around her like lace. Her tail started just where her thighs
began, but showed him where her could sink his heat.
She was waiting for him and opened her large, purple eyes when he approached.
“I knew you were close,” she said, her musical voice perfectly audible to him
even beneath the water. “I was waiting.”
“And now I'm here.” He moved even closer, floating down to stand before her on
the dais, his cock hard and standing proud before him.
She sat up, her motions fluid, dreamy, perfect. “I feel I should know you...”
“I am Bren, the God-Eater; conqueror of prophecies; God-Slayer. Your father.”
“I am Arla, Princess of Weau'olla, and your daughter.” She sat up, studying him
with her mysterious eyes. “I can taste the power in you. You are much more than
a man.”
Bren found it almost impossible to believe this strange, fair, exotic creature
was his daughter, but he knew with every fiber of his being that she was. He
could feel his blood running through her veins, uniting them. “I am the God-
Eater.”
“And you have come here... to take me from my home...” Her eyes fluttered
closed as she concentrated, as if pulling the answer from the water itself. “To
the human world... where I have always longed to live...”
“Yes.” He reached out and grasped her, wrapping a massive arm around her
slender body. “You will become my daughter-lover as all my daughters become.
You will submit to me for eternity, become immortal and sexually service me
until the end of time, bearing me yet more daughters to be purpose-bred for the
same use.”
Arla shivered in his grasp, immediately taken by his massive frame and
strength. “I believe I have waited all my life—fourteen long years—for this
moment,” she whispered. “That until today I have not properly lived...”
Bren reached down to feel for his daughter's cunt. “What magic does a mermaid
have to open up and welcome her father?”
“None,” she gasped in orgasm, clinging to his enormous arm, “but I am half-
human, the daughter of the God-Eater himself, and that gives me power.” She
clung harder to him as his fingers probed her body and as he touched her, her
liquid silver tail began to split, forming two perfect human legs that remained
silver and scaled, but allowed her to spread open for her father's fingers to
find and sink into her heat. “Ohhhh, that touch! Those fingers are probing a
place that has never been explored!”
“Good,” Bren growled, bending to kiss and possessively nip at the mermaid's
pale white neck. “I will take you for the first time here in your bed of
pearls. I will sink deep into your virgin girlhood, bury this shaft completely
in your little body and fill you with my seed. And then we will begin the long
swim to shore, departing this place forever.”
The power had taken hold of Arla completely. She had truly been purpose-bred
for Bren; there was no resistance toward him at all, even though her slight
fourteen-year-old body seemed far too small to ever pleasurably house her
father's massive cock.
“I am yours,” she said. “Do with me as you wish now, only... take me to the
human world. Show me your kingdom, Father, and promise me that you will not
tire of this body when it is out of the water. Promise me that you will use me
even once I have forgotten the taste of the sea, even once the names of the
fish and the coral fade from my mind. Promise me that you will still fill me
with seed and love when the oceans have dried up, the mountains crumbled and I
am still there, immortal, your eternal daughter-lover. Do that and I will
remember this night, here with you in my clamshell bed beneath the sea in the
opulent kingdom of Weau'olla and my people will live forever.”
“I promise you that.” Bren pushed the tiny girl into the soft bed of kelp. Her
legs spread open now for the first time, revealing a pink slit that she reached
down and opened for him. Her hymen was still perfectly intact, a thin little
membrane hiding the most exquisite of jewels from him.
Bren navigated the water perfectly. His mass was pure muscle and so he easily
sank down in the water until he was on top of her. Laying his cock down against
her stomach he groaned in delight to see how deep inside her petite body it
would penetrate. She was smaller than Lilianna by quite a bit. “Do you fear
this thing I am about to force inside you?”
“Never.” Her eyes were wide and full of adoration. “Split me apart and put me
back together again. I was made small and tight to best pleasure you, Father. I
have grown exactly as much as I should have. Lock me like this forever, freeze
my body with immortality. I will be your tiny mermaid daughter for all
eternity, just like this... too small, but always willing, adoring, loving,
ready...”
“Ah, baby girl. Daddy loves you.”
Joy filled Arla's eyes. In the cold mermaid world things were different; she
had never had the love of a family like the human part of her craved. She had
never been warm; never embraced by a lover or kissed or touched. Her human side
ached for these things and as Bren's hot cock slid along her virgin cunt, he
began to immortalize her, letting his power penetrate her very essence, locking
her forever at this age and size, giving her the power to grow and split her
tail, but nothing more.
Once the transformation was complete, Bren pinned the tiny mermaid into the
kelp, lined the head of his massive cock to the opening of her virgin cunt and
began to push inside her, stretching, stretching and then ripping through her
hymen.
She let out a few bubbles of surprised pain, but then Bren slid inside, forcing
open her extraordinarily narrow virgin walls with his massive fourteen-inch
cock. He gave her no time to adjust, and just kept forcing inch after inch into
her hole, ignoring her burbles of discomfort for his own pleasure was endlessly
urging him on, commanding him to fuck harder and faster and deeper; to claim
another daughter as his own; to plant his seed in another womb; to increase his
own power.
Soon he had seven inches buried in her splitting cunt and her orgasms finally
began as the power caught up. Her cunt began regenerating around his invasion
and tripping her with pleasure. She sobbed as he continued to thrust, picking
up speeding, burying another inch and then another into her. “Half way there,
baby girl,” he growled as he stretched her out, rearranging her insides to make
her accommodate his massive length. “You are a living cocksleeve now,” he
whispered in her ear. “Cunt swallow Daddy's cock.”
“Y-yes,” she gasped, teeth chattering as she rode orgasm after orgasm. “I-
I want to s-see...”
Overhead, reflected in the hammered gold of her clamshell, Arla stared and saw
what she longed to see—a reflection of Bren's massive thick cock splitting her
virgin hole open. She dug her claws into her kelp and thrust her hips forward,
sinking another inch into her over-stuffed cunt. “Yes!” she sobbed. “Oh! Look
at my t-tiny body t-taking it! Oh! I-I can't b-believe it! OH!” She thrust her
hips forward again, screaming out another orgasm. “Such p-power!! Such s-
strength!!! Use me, Daddy! M-make me take it all! Make me watch!”
Bren grinned wickedly, held the girl down hard and in one fluid motion slammed
the rest of his length into her tiny little body. She screamed and screamed,
orgasming hard as her cunt swallowed up all fourteen massive inches. Her
insides were completely held together by his immortality power, or else he
would have killed the tiny girl. Her body regenerated as fast as he destroyed
it, allowing him to fully fuck something that could never be truly fucked
otherwise. She was willingly dying and being reborn over and over again to
house her father's cock.
“Good girl!” Bren roared. “Good girl!!!” He clutched her hips and began using
her harder now, driving his length in and out of that perfect, regenerating
tightness over and over, feeling his balls churning now, so hot they warmed the
water around him. All his daughter's were perfect cocksleeves, but never had
one quite so honestly fit that description. Arla was truly his, and her body
existed solely now to house her father's cock. Soon he would breech her womb
and grow inside her even more impossibly; to fill her entirely with his cock.
Thinking of the day he would stretch her so completely was hot enough to take
him over the edge.
He pinned her down, thrust fully inside her, destroying her cunt as it
regenerated around him in the process, and blew his load there in her bedroom,
filling her with the magma-thick cream she had once come from. He growled
possessively in her ear as he unloaded, pumping more and more seed into her
tiny body. “Daddy's fuckhole, you're Daddy's fuckhole now,” he growled,
spurting ribbon after thick ribbon into her. “Forever. This is your eternal
future.”
Arla orgasmed around him throughout it and as he bent and unloaded inside her,
she nodded and cried, biting her lower lip. “U-use me,” she begged, squeezing
her stretched out cunt muscles around her daddy's invading shaft. “F-fill me...
I'm yours...”
“Ah, perfect little girl, my perfect little princess.” He thrust a few more
times into that impossibly tight regenerating cavern, squeezing out yet more
come.
“O-oh, D-Daddy. I f-feel it inside... your come... so powerful... ohhhh...”
“Now seal up your little tail and trap all of that come inside you,” Bren said,
reluctantly preparing to pull out. “It will have to last you until tonight, for
we have a very long swim ahead of us, and an even longer horseride after that.
“Not yet,” Arla begged, clutching him. “D-don't pull out yet, please, Daddy...
fourteen years I waited to be s-split and fucked by my Daddy... don't take it
out yet. L-let me p-pussy s-suck it longer.” She squeezed her cunt around him
again, shuddering into orgasm at the sensation. “L-love me. S-suck my nipples,
Daddy. K-kiss me...”
Bren laughed under the water at her need, and loved her greatly in that moment.
What a perfect daughter she was. How lucky he was to find her. He kissed his
daughter, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, letting her feel his love and
admiration for her through his intensity. Then he bent and sucked her nipples
the way she asked, bringing her to several more orgasms just from nipple play
alone. In that time he softened inside her—still hugely stretching her out, and
gently pulled out, just small enough now not to cause the girl to prolapse.
She cried once she was empty of her father's cock, bereft from her purpose in
life. Her tail sealed back up and she floated there, limp.
“Come now, we must swim.”
“I'm too weak and empty, Daddy...”
“Then hold on,” he commanded, reaching down to wrap an arm around her tiny
little waist. He lifted her as though she were air and began to swim, careful
to grab his sword that he'd brought down to the ocean floor with him.
Arla's people watched as her father whisked her away, but they did so with a
kind of remote, detached emotion. There was no warmth here, no passionate hot
love-fury. Here they laid eggs and men fertilized them later. Arla would have
withered and died from need and emptiness soon if Bren had not come and rescued
her when he did.
He swam strong and hard through the dark ocean until the light from the
underwater sun faded to nothing below them, and the waters grew icy cold and
dark. And still he swam on, ever strong and steady, certain he was heading to
that shore he'd left his noble steed waiting on.
It took several hours to swim to the surface with Arla clinging on to him. She
fell asleep, exhausted from her sexual abuse and regeneration, but Bren held
her firm and she slept peacefully.
When he finally surfaced it was night and Bren could see the shore and his
horse from the water. A few minutes later and they were on the sand, Arla still
sleeping.
Bren built a fire once they were inland enough and laid his naked mermaid
daughter down on a blanket. For now her tail remained a tail and he wondered
how she would cope in his castle. He would have to have a massive saltwater
tank built for her to swim in any time she wanted. Mostly she would keep her
legs in order to be fucked and filled, but she was so wonderful and loyal he
wanted to give her a touch of home, as well.
At dawn, she woke, her eyelids fluttering open. “D-daddy?”
“I'm here, baby girl.” Bren moved to her side. Seeing she was disoriented, he
helped her sit up.
“I'm... so heavy...” She put a hand out in front of her and it dropped like a
rock. “Oh. Oh, it's so heavy on the land, everything is so hard...”
Suddenly Bren understood. The girl had lived all her live underwater. It would
take quite some time for her to learn to walk and move on land like other
humans. “Transform your tail to legs. Can you stand?”
Once the transformation was complete, he stood and reached down to aid her.
She was helpless. She stood because he dragged her up, but her legs would not
support her and buckled immediately. “Oh! Daddy, I can't..”
“You will learn, baby girl.” He gently set her down and she sank into the
blanket.
With some great effort, she rolled onto her back and managed to prop herself up
on her elbows. “I feel saggy and unattractive pinned to the ground like this.
Do you still love me, Daddy?” She parted her legs for him with some
considerable effort.
Immediately Bren fed his rapidly hardening cock through the fly of his trousers
and helped her spread her legs further. “Immensely.” He lifted her hips easily
off the blanket and lined the head of his cock against her virgin hole. “You
need only lie there and love me, baby girl. You will learn to walk in time, but
you are perfect just like this.”
“Yes,” Arla whispered, shivering. “Use me helpless like this, Daddy. Force me
to take your entire thick length here on the shore, pinned to the Earth. Let me
know you still love me and will use me, even if I never learn to walk. Promise
me with your length in my cunt that I can still fulfill your every need and
drain your cock inside my womb...”
“Gladly, baby girl.” And so, there on the shore with his mermaid daughter
utterly unable to resist, Bren began to force his thick shaft into her virgin
cunt, ripping apart her hymen and forcing her tiny virgin walls to accommodate
his massive girth.
On the air, her screams traveled far, but were soon lost as he began to slam
his length into her, bringing her pleasure to override her pain. Her body began
instantly regenerating around him, fighting to revert her to her immortal
virgin state, and all the while Bren forced himself through her regeneration,
fucking her virginity away with each and every thrust. It was entirely
different on the shore than in the water, but in many ways it was much better.
The girl had weight now and he could drag her deep down onto his cock,
listening to her sob in pleasure as he forced fourteen inches into her body
cavity, rearranging her very organs inside to house him.
“D-daddy,” she shuddered and sobbed, clinging to him as much as her weak
muscles would allow.
Bren bounced her up and down his massive cock like a ragdoll. She was so full,
stuffed with her daddy's cock her little belly bulged where the head of his
shaft pressed outward from the inside. “I could ride home with you like this,”
he growled into her ear. “Ride seven days and nights straight with my cock
penetrating you completely, all fourteen-inches rearranging your insides, the
horse bouncing us all along the way, your body orgasming endlessly as I break
through your virginity every second of it.”
He pinched her nipples as he bounced her weak, helpless body up and down his
shaft.
She was powerless to resist him; gravity pulled her down his length, making her
swallow him whole, shuddering and orgasming helplessly. “D-daddy,” she sobbed,
tears of joy running down her delicate cheeks. “D-do it. Do it.”
It was insane, an impossible idea, and yet she was willing and eager to give it
to him. She was truly the most ragdoll like fucksleeve he had found so far.
Lily would allow him the same privilege of course, should he ask for it, but
Arla wanted it in a mindlessly devoted way that Lily did not quite reach.
And so Bren gave her what she wanted. Without pulling out, he threw the blanket
over the horse, kicked dirt into the fire and mounted his steed. He rode out,
away from the Polt Sea, with his baby girl fourteen-inches-deep on his cock.
The horse's canter stimulated them as they rode in such a magnificent way Bren
knew he could not hold out very long.
He kept one hand on her back, helping her weak body balance on his cock, and
providing the occasional additional stroke or movement. They rode through
fields and villages, down roads and streets with her body undulating up and
down his cock as the horse moved, orgasming non-stop the entire time. And
people stared as they passed, not quite comprehending what was happening, but
it made Bren's blood boil in arousal—to pass these people so boldly, with his
cock buried fourteen-inches inside his orgasming mermaid daughter.
He rode harder and faster, making the horse gallop and using that speed to
increase his thrusts inside Arla. She was a helpless sex slave, sobbing and
orgasming non-stop hour after hour as her father completely and utterly
sexually dominating her. “Yours, yours, yours,” she managed to gasp after
enduring several hours of such delicious sexual abuse. “Daddy's cocksleeve...
it's worth going out of the sea for this alone... for this alone...”
“Ohh!” Bren roared, and dragged her up and down his cock even faster than the
horse could gallop, feeling his churning balls about to erupt. His beautiful
baby girl was going to soon be full of molten seed again, and he wasn't going
to stop to do it; he was going to blast up into her as they galloped through a
town full of people. He needed MORE! Concentrating, he mentally reached inside
her and, in addition to moving her organs around, he opened her cervix, causing
the girl to scream in orgasm as she began to dilate.
Bren growled possessively as he forced open his daughter's cervix, desperately
hungry now to be there so deep inside her, filling that inner most secret
chasm. She opened slowly, so slowly, agonizingly slow, regenerating all the
while in resistance, but Bren's magic was stronger and finally, at last! He
burst through, growing his cock inside her, filling her, thrusting into her
little virgin womb.
Yes! He was womb-fucking her hard now, galloping on a horse as they passed
house after house full of wide-eyed peasants.
“Aaah!!” Arla screamed, unable even to cling to him; she could only endure
whatever sexual abuse he forced upon her ragdoll body. “D-do it, Daddy. I feel
your heat so deep inside!!! ... you're so close... Fill me so full I gag,
Daddy! W-womb f-fucking me now! OH! Please! I-impregnate me!”
Bren roared again as they tore through the town and erupted inside her,
blasting a hot thick load through her cervix and into her womb, flooding it
with a torrent of viscous white cream.
Little Arla's eyes rolled back in her head at the explosion, orgasming
profusely from the sensation of taking so much cum inside her already massively
overstuffed body.
And still the horse galloped and stimulated him and so still Bren's cock
unloaded, triggered by every movement of the horse and every clench and squeeze
of his daughter's clever, regenerating virgin cunt and cervical ring. Her belly
soon bulged not with cock but with her daddy's cum. Her tongue lolled out and
she nearly gagged she was so full, and yet she continued to endure, riding him
proudly.
He rode out of the city and into the deep fields, before he finally managed to
get the horse to stop. His cock softened enough that, with much reluctance, he
pulled out first of his baby girl's womb and then, much later, out of her
cunt—which immediately reverted to virginity as soon as he was out.
“Seal your tail again, trap Daddy's come inside you,” he whispered. “Let it
breed you. Let it impregnate you.” He rubbed a hand on her cum-filled belly.
“Give Daddy another mermaid daughter soon. Good girl,” he whispered as her tail
reformed. “Good girl. Let Daddy's seed bury itself in your virgin eggs. Feel
Daddy's seed burrowing into your eggs, claiming them, filling them, making your
eternally mine. Yes, good girl. Give Daddy another baby girl. Give Daddy a new
baby girl.”
He held her tightly to him side-saddle now that she couldn't straddle the
horse. And that was the way they rode back into the kingdom of Relonia,
arriving seven days later with his daughter already pregnant with her father's
next daughter, her womb and belly filled to the brim and sealed in with his
potent, powerful come.
–
They built the saltwater tank for her very quickly, helped a great deal by
Bren's strength and knowledge, and so teaching the girl to walk became less and
less of a priority. He could easily fuck her in the tank, or else bring her out
and enjoy the sensation of fucking a girl utterly helpless to move or resist
him.
It was good indeed to see Lilliana, Cyellene and his many other growing
daughters again. Lilliana was very pregnant with their tenth daughter and he
greatly enjoyed fucking her with such a full womb. And Lilliana was absolutely
desperate for her daddy's cock after being without him for two weeks. And, of
course, so was Cyellene.
But even as Bren took turns in each of his three of-age daughters, he felt the
pull of another daughter out there. One hidden away from him, waiting to be
discovered and brought into to the fold.
He stayed until Lilliana gave birth to their tenth daughter—Bren named her
Kallia—and then, after giving all three daughters a good, long good-bye fuck to
last them another two weeks, Bren packed up his things and rode out once more,
following the undeniable pull of yet another daughter.
This time he rode west--toward the burning sands of Aenot.
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