Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

Aelara had inherited the ethereal beauty of her mother and her delicate features blended flawlessly with the striking attributes passed down from her father.

Among the most mesmerizing of these were the magnetic purple eyes she had inherited directly from the Primordial King, a mark of his unparalleled lineage and power.

The young sea race concubine was also the current Primordial Queen as she was the wife the Primordial King loved the most for now.

Looking at her, the maid was shocked and didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, the little girl moved and raced her small white fingers across the floor as she gathered the still warm cum on her finger and without stopping put that into her mouth with curious eyes.

The maid's eyes widened at this, and she became even more blank.

Meanwhile, the primordial king was still watching everything with his mind sense and seeing his beautiful daughter's action he smirked darkly and his cock grew hard at this thought.

His cock hardened anew at the sight and his laughter rumbled through the palace walls.

The woman in his arms slept soundly and was undisturbed as her swollen belly was the only evidence of their earlier passion.

With a mere thought, he cleansed her body and left her pristine though her womb remained full with his cum and stretched taut with his seed.

He caressed her womb, and a soft, affectionate light grew in his eyes.

And as the maid stared, torn between shock and fascination, the little princess smiled, and her eyes shimmered with something far beyond her years.

Meanwhile, the primordial king remembered something and woke his young wife up. She instantly tried to sit, but he supported her in his embrace and looked at her with love.

She looked shy on feeling her beloved king's loving gaze on her and looked down as she started to caress her swollen belly. Alaric slowly lifted her left arm in the air and caused her smooth, white hairless underarms to be revealed.

While the wife's gaze had some confusion as to why he did that he clamped his lips over her smooth underarms and started to suck it devotedly. 

Helena's eyes widened and she moaned as her king licked and sucked on her white underarms.

"Ah—my king!" Helena gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her. "P-Please, this is unworthy of you—nngh!"

But her protests were feeble, and her body had already yielded. 

Her fingers tangled in his hair and held him closer as if she feared he might stop. 

And he had no intention of stopping. To him, every inch of her was sacred and his and his alone so he sucked and licked his young wife's underarm.

It smelt like lavender, and a faint musky scent travelled to his nose.

He repeated the process on the other arm too and finally, after some unknown amount of time, she started sleeping again.

The Primordial king finally stood up and his mind sense covered his whole palace as he looked for his daughter. He found her in a castle's corner.

She was sitting alone in a room while looking strangely and deeply into her hands. He focused on found that his cum was smeared on her palm. 

Smiling, he went to his room and rested for the day.

Though he didn't need any sleep or eat, he still did it for his recreational pleasure. 

As for his daughter, he left her undisturbed, let her dwell in her thoughts, and let her unravel her own emotions.

He could have molded her will with a mere thought and twisted her mind to desire him, but he refused to do such a thing. 

She was not some puppet to be toyed with.

She was his firstborn and his cherished daughter whom he loved dearly with all his heart. 

The idea amused him in its own way. With that, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the quiet embrace of sleep.