Chapter 1 - Eager Responsibility and Daring Curiosity

A casual smile on his face, King Calvin of Mhorvadra was unmoved by the screams of his daughter Clara. 

"My daughter is a woman now." Calvin exclaimed, his pregnant concubine straddling him to twist and massage his cock in her cunt. "I'm terribly sorry if it hurt when I made you a woman, Sori."

"It is alright...it felt better soon after that." Sori assured her king, leaning closer to the king's face to kiss him, pressing her small breasts on his strong chest. Though past his king, the king was still quite a specimen to behold. A man whose many feats and deeds paled in comparison to his exploits in bed and in hedonism.

Sori was a mere baker's daughter a year ago when she caught the king's eye. Now she would bear soon bear his child, the latest of many from the king's many lovers since his late boyhood. Even marrying his childhood sweetheart did not stop him from breeding more natural children, the late Queen Gweyn had encouraged it. Strangely, all of Calvin's children were daughters. All had his blond hair and pale skin, but were differentiated by the myriad of skin tones and other physical features inherited from their many mothers.

Feeling the king grab her hips, Sori held on as he thrust up deeper into her wet pussy. She moaned lewdly, the king sucking milk from her lactating breasts that ran down his short beard. The king never felt shame from slamming into a girl young enough to be his daughter nor from making her pregnant when she was barely a woman. This girl gave him her heart, her body and her womb as a gift to the great king. 

What kind of king would he be to say no to the gifts of his people?

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King Anvas the Anvil was impressed by the girl smiling up at him. 

Her eyes were tearful, but those green pearls were filled with joy and hedonistic pleasure. She smiled sincerely, gasping from the slow heavy thrusts of Anvas' behemoth cock into her virgin pussy. Blood trickled onto the sheets, a sign of her purity before this night. Anvas was glad at this, fearing that Clara had inherited her father's hedonistic thirst as some of her many sisters had.

Ebomas' High King wouldn't have judged if the girl weren't a virgin, for he certainly wasn't. Though he could count his natural children on one hand, Ebonmas had experienced a woman's touch many times before this night. The tall black-skinned champion was an irresistible Adonis to both his subjects and his neighbors including former and current enemies. Some even jested that the Anvil King had impaled more beauties on his powerful penis than he had impaled his enemies on his legendary star-iron bardiche.

Any pain the girl felt ebbed away as the king slowly rutted his new wife. The skin of his gliding prepuce further lubricated her vaginal walls, engorged glans moving in and out of her as Anvas pushed himself deeper and deeper into the girl with each strong thrust. The princess' moans echoed in the room, pleasure flushing her face red as her nipples poked against the thin fabric of her skimpy night dress. She was well pinned under her new husband, gripping the sheets of the bed as his strength pressed her into the soft supportive mattress. 

She screamed out when the head of his great phallus found her cervix. Anvas saw that the pale princess was surprised and shocked, only now realizing that Anvas' girth was not just in size, but width and thickness as well. The High King did not rush towards putting his full length inside of her, her insides were compressed enough what he had already put inside of her. There would be a long time in their marriage to slowly ease his full size into her cunt.

Enticed by her tight orifice, Anvas reached his hands over her dress and tore it apart from her body. Large breasts bounced into his sight, delicious pink-tipped mounds that he could not resist suckling. Clara's flat belly was massaged by the man's tinder hand, rubbing just over her navel anticipating when she would be flat with his baby. The princess bent down as her breasts were sucked, now seeing the throbbing and growing testicular stones filled with virile seed eager to invade her womb.

Her vagina clamping around his shaft, Anvas knew that the princess was close to climaxing. The High King was close to his peak as well, the girl's virginal grip too great for him to endure for very long. The princess sensed what was coming and wrapped her legs around the king's waist, gasping from the pleasure building in her core as the king thrust into her deeper and harder. Man and wife, they could not contrast anymore than they already did. A black giant pressing his cock into a short white girl; her blond hair arrayed on the sheets under her and his short black hair matted with sweat; Large balls bouncing against a modest bubbly rump; a slender feminine form obscured by a muscular powerful body that bred it.

But when they climaxed, they were merely humans in the heat. Their voices joined as one, the girl arcing her back as though lightning struck it. The king pressed himself as deeply as he could, jets of thick and virile sperm filled the girl's womb to its brim. Through their mutual climax, the newly weds pressed their lips together, Clara feeling the cock impaling her jerk and throb with each forceful spray of seed into her uterus. She laid back and accepted it, knowing that she would most certainly get pregnant from this royal seeding.

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Carrie was nervous as she could ever be.

Peeking through her cousin's door, she could not understand how the petite girl could fit that two foot mast of meat inside of her pussy so easily. Cassandra bobbed up and down on it gladly, her almost gigantic royal knight massaging her huge breasts and licking her neck. The half-orc grunted in orcish, rocking his hips up against Cassandra's gyrations to let her cunt milk his cock for as much as it wanted. Cassandra's belly tented with the massive phallus, distending her small belly as if it were ready to be torn apart.

Then again, Princess Cassandra was always a daring girl just like her late sister had been. The king had taken her in and raised her as his own daughter from a young age, but the king's wisdom could not tame her wild side. Or perhaps the king's own misadventures encouraged her niece to embark on a few of her own. Sir Mibor was not the first Royal Knight to enjoy the privilege of the princess' pussy nor would he be the last.

The Royal Guard was truly among the mightiest warriors in all of Mhorvadra. Exploits and tales of their great feats reached even the realms of the Frozen South and the Fiery North. Any man, orc, elf, dwarf, halfling, minotaur or any warrior who were inducted into the ranks of the Mhorvadran Royal Guard were already given a place in legend. Being a Royal Guard placed you on par with the upper nobility and entitled you to your own sigil and the ability to start one's own bloodline.

However, it was an open secret that the royal guards could be considered glorified concubines. Per their oath of service, the guards were granted the "privilege" of sharing the princess' bed at her desire. They could mate with the king's daughters, nieces or sisters without dishonor or detrimental consequence. If they impregnated any of the royal ladies, their child would be considered the first of that particular guard's bloodline and entitled to inherit either parent's estate.

As the youngest princess, Carrie always felt safe around the Royal Guard. But she never failed to notice when her older sisters would grab one or two or even a few guards and take them back into their room. Some nights were plagued with moaning and lustful screams, the young blond's own desires awoken enough for her to finger her unblemished cunt. One night, her half sister had dragged a minotaur to their room and had sex while Carrie was sleeping in the bed next to them. It was no wonder so many of her many sisters were pregnant, anyone of the royal guard could be the father.

With her father away to hand away Clara in a marriage alliance, Carrie found a chance to take her last step into womanhood. She choose to seek out the guard with the largest shaft and order that guard to deflower her. Her other sisters always started with a large, but reasonably sized guard before gradually moving up to the larger sizes. But Carrie wanted to start big or she would never overshadow her sisters.

So she opened the door, Cassandra too trapped in ardor to even notice her cousin enter the room. But Sir Mibor saw Carrie and his cock grew harder when he noticed that she was no longer a little girl. Short haired Cassandra was a prize in itself, the way her slit squeezed his shaft made it seem like it was sucking on him. 

"Carry on." Carrie assured, closing the door behind her and undoing the laces of her ornate dress. Mibor slowed himself, knowing that a faster pace would not resist both the caress of Cassandra's cunt and Princess Carrie stripping off her garments. The young princess loosened her dress quickly, letting it fall to the ground before undoing her corset. Her massive bosom bounced freely into view, shocking Cassandra and Mibor at how large they were even at Carrie's age. Her breasts were just massive either, her nipples were surrounded by a large and puffy areola that accentuated and made her tits more enticing to the eye.

"Sister..." Cassandra licked her lips, enjoying the view of her cousin's slender and well endowed body. She as stunned that the normally shy girl had come out so boldly, her shock increased when Carrie walked up sensually to the mating pair. The deliberate movement swayed her hips forward and back, thighs bringing attention to the sweat pot between her legs. 

"Is he big?" Carrie knew the answer, but didn't give Cassandra a chance to answer. She kissed her lips slowly, tongues swirling and twisting in their joined mouths. Carrie pressed herself against Cassandra, their tits rubbing against each other with hardened nipples aching from the contact. A sight as hot as this made Milbor lose all of his control.

"Oh now look what you did..." Cassandra teased, kissing her cousin as the large orc unloaded a flood of sperm into her womb. Carrie felt Cassandra's already tented belly bulge and expand against her, the inhuman cock throbbing with each spurt into her stuffed uterus. Carrie broke their kiss and licked her pseudo-sister's blushing body, trailing down in between her breasts to her growing belly and suckling on the taut bulge of thick breeding cream. "Hey! What are you..."

"I want to taste it..." Carrie looked down at the thick river of cum leaking out of her sister's cunt and began to lap it up. Cassandra gasped when Carrie's mouth started nibbling on her sensitive vagina. Carrie's tongue pressed between the seal between cunt and cock and tasted everything that she could reach. Milbor's orgasm would last several moments, allowing Carrie enough of a treat to sample with Cassandra leaving herself impaled on the Half-Breed guard. The princess happily accepted becoming this royal guard's cum bucket and was happy to let her little cousin drink her out.

This was just the start afterall...