Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

While his daughter Aelara played innocently with her mother and the maids, his lust was anything but abated and his thoughts were consumed by his newly married, fertile sixteen year old young wife waiting in her chambers.

The moment he stepped inside, the scent of roses and sex filled the air.

It was thick, intoxicating, and he planned to make it smell even more.

The room was dim and the only light glinted off the sweat-slicked curves of Helena’s naked white body.

She lay sprawled across the bed. Her bridal dress was long discarded in tatters while her stomach still swollen with his cum.

She looked like a six month old pregnant woman and the sight of her so beautiful, so pliant, and so utterly his sent a pulse of dark satisfaction through him.

His cum had filled her womb to bursting and rounded her belly as if she carried a child six months grown.

But the actual time of her impreganation was only one night long.

Her arms rested protectively over her stomach and her delicate fingers splayed as if cradling the life he had planted inside her the previous day in the throne room.

The king’s lips curled as he reached out with his magic and sensed the rapid growth of the fetus within.

His seed had taken root quickly and was nourishing the baby with his essence.

Yet, it needed more and always more to grow into a beautiful and healthy baby.

With a snap of his fingers, his clothes vanished.

His ten inch cock was already hard, thick and heavy and it throbbed in anticipation.

He climbed onto the bed and his gaze raked over her sleeping form, her flushed cheeks, her parted red lips, the way her beautiful white breasts rose with each breath.

Hunger surged inside him.

He bent down and pressed his mouth to the delicate white hollow of her armpit and sucked hard.

“Hyaa~!”

Helena jolted awake with a gasp, and her hazy eyes fluttered open.

The moment she saw him—her king, her lord, her master, her body softened in surrender.

A whimper escaped her as he dragged his tongue up her throat and claimed her mouth in a deep and possessive kiss.

She melted into him and her fingers tangled in his hair as he groped her medium sized white breasts and kneaded the soft flesh while pinching her pink hard nipples until they pebbled under his touch.

“Haah~! M-My king…!”

Her voice was a breathy moan and was already wrecked, already his.

But he didn’t answer.

Instead, he trailed his lips lower and sucked each nipple into his mouth and teased them with his teeth.

No milk came—not yet—but he didn’t care. These perfect round breasts belonged to him, just like the rest of her.

His tongue traced the smooth plane of her stomach, dipping into her navel before sliding lower and finally between her thighs.

Her pink and swollen pussy glistened and was still stretched from the last day's deflowering.

Unlike his daughter’s untouched slit which was sealed tight, virginal, and was still not ready—Helena’s cunt was ripe and had been already molded by his cock and made to take him.

He licked her slit in one long and slow stroke.

“Aahn~! M-My lord, y-you don’t… n-need to…!”

Her protests were weak and trembling.

She thought that she was born to serve him, to take his seed, to swell with his children so why would he dirty himself tasting her?

But he did. Because this beautiful pink pussy was his.

Because the womb beneath it would bear his heirs and because he wanted to.

He feasted on her, drinking her arousal, lapping at her clit until her thighs shook.

Then, with a dark chuckle, he pulled away.

A flick of his wrist and a pulse of magic flashed.