Read Part One
The Dark Lord rested upon her throne.
Her crown heavy with the weight of rulership, of responsibility, of consequence. Half-awake, half-asleep with fatigue and with regret. Part of her not wanting the crown to have come to her. For her life not to be so warped by the evil magics welling through her.
Wishing to avoid consequence for evil deeds.
That the Dark Lord was a 19-year-old farm girl named Alice was not unusual at all. Dark Lords had risen from farmers before, from the oppressed peasantry seeking to end the lines of dynastic kings. And well more than half of the Dark Lords had been women.
Often with no end of grievance that wickedness could exploit.
What was odd, was that Alice seemingly had so little ambition. That she was content here, to live in the farmhouse with her parents and older sister. That her throne was little more than a bed.
Her bed.
And her greatest desire now?
It was to sleep in past 7 AM.
Yet the path of the dark lord is not without peril.
And peril now walks up the stairs.
“Alice! It’s breakfast time.”
Truly, Alice was beset by tribulation. Her struggles would be recorded in the sagas of the Dark Lords for generations to come.
There was a knocking.
A striking. A hand upon the door.
“Alice, are you going to sleep in until nine again?”
Truly the greatest of depravities. The destruction of social norms. The rallying cry of the free peoples as they break down the dark lord’s citadel.
Which was rather easy this time.
Dark Lord Alice’s bedroom door didn’t even have a lock. All her mother had to do was turn the knob.
Alice shifted, trying to bury her head under the covers. As consequence loomed over her.
Consequence was named Sam. A once mundane woman, a farmer, at least for two generations, though she hoped it would extend for a third. She had been rather modest. Unexceptional, except for her prominent chest. Of course, that was before. Before the Dark Lord rose. Before Alice’s desires made manifest.
Before her mother Sam grew to nearly eight feet tall. Before Sam’s chest filled out to match. Before Sam became some towering draconic giant, a beacon of crude strength and cruder sexuality. Before a large arm reached down to claw at the bed.
“Alice, you can’t sleep all day.”
The Dark Lord’s defiance continued. The Dark Lord pretended to snore. Sam pulled some of the covers back, looking down at her daughter. “Are you feeling okay Alice? You have been acting a bit strange recently.”
Yesterday Alice had fucked her older sister against the barn wall until the barn collapsed. An odd enough situation that Sam had finally registered it as a ‘bit strange’.
“Did you catch something?” Sam asked, raising a hand up, pressing the back of it against Alice’s forehead.
“Donwannawakeup.” The Dark Lord rumbled, a whine that could terrify the free peoples of the world.
Mothers were somewhat resistant to it.
“Now Alice, you were going to help clean up the barn rubble today, don’t you remember that?”
Alice murmured in response, no less elegant than before. If a bit less coherent.
“Oh my dear girl. You look quite out of it.” Sam offered with a frown. Pulling her hand back at last. “Your forehead does feel a little warm. Just wait here a moment while I fetch the thermometer.”
And so the forces of good retreated.
Well. Went to the bathroom cabinet. And returned a moment later.
“Now, we do want to get an accurate reading. I do hope the battery is still charged.” Sam fumbled with the device. “Ah good. Now let’s see…” She pulled back the covers that Alice had curled up under.
And was nearly struck by Alice’s linebreaker cock. Alice had a cock. Most dark lords did. Sam didn’t seem terribly alarmed. As far as she could remember, Alice always had a cock. Albeit one of terrible size.
Disproportionate, even for Alice’s frame.
The rest of Alice had grown too. Over a foot on her mother’s height. The Dark Lord made into a physical specimen without equal. A specimen that really wanted to sleep in.
“Oh dear. I suppose you are having one of those types of dreams again.” Sam didn’t seem terribly alarmed, pushing the cock out of the way with her arm as she inspected her sleeping daughter.
Alice was wearing her pajamas. Or at least, wearing them as best that she could. Her cock had slipped free in the night, and was now hanging there, dripping with desire, lust slowly filling the room. Her pajamas slowly getting stained with that most potent precum. They also had cute little ducks on them.
“Right. We should get an accurate reading.” Sam concluded, before reaching down, and turning Alice onto her side. Alice murmured in protest, before starting to hump against a pillow, arousal tormenting her even in slumber.
“I suppose I can’t complain about your behavior when you aren’t awake.” Sam sighed and tugged down the back of Alice’s pajama pants. Revealing Alice’s fuller ass. Had the tail always been there?
Of course it had. It matched quite well with Alice’s horns.
Sam squirted some of the lubricant out across her palm, massaged it across her fingers, and then reached down. Slipping two clawed fingers between Alice’s ass cheeks. “Now Alice, this is the best way to get an accurate measurement.” Sam insisted.
Alice’s protests were more groans as that finger finally pushed against her ass. A grumble and then a gasp as her mother’s thick finger slowly pushed inside. Slowly started to stretch Alice out. The pillow humping only continued in intensity.
“I suppose that is the spirit.” Sam sighed, rolling her eyes while pushing that finger deeper. Sam was a devoted mother, always interested in doing the best for her two daughters. It’s just that lately, what’s best always seemed to be somewhat sexual. She didn’t take time to consider how odd that was.
Instead, she slipped a second finger in. Slowly lubing up Alice’s ass. Stretching Alice far wider than the thermometer would require. Sam thought it an important part of being thorough. She wasn’t about to half-ass things where her daughters were concerned.
She would full-ass them instead. Pushing her scaled fingers in past the second knuckle. Slowly working Alice’s ass. Slowly stretching the Dark Lord out. Preparing her for utterly unnecessary diagnostic medicine. But doing so with full, and maybe even worshipful devotion.
And slipping her fingers in fully. Causing her daughter to moan out, even when half awake. Sam using those fingers still. Working them. The movements almost instinctual. Her scaled fingers twisting to her daughters desire. To her daughter’s pleasure.
To her daughter flooding the pillow with cum. “Oh my poor dear, you really are overwhelmed aren’t you?” Sam shook her head. “It’s almost as if you are on a hair trigger these days.” Truly Alice had become lust personified.
Sam wiggled her clawed fingers a little longer, toying with Alice’s sensitive insides, before finally pulling free. And taking the thermometer, and sticking it slowly inside Alice’s ass. The thermometer was a small thing. Built for normal humans.
And Alice hadn’t been a normal human in a month. If not more. Her ass swallowed the thermometer whole immediately. Sucking the device inside.
“Alice!” Sam cried out in annoyance. “That was a brand-new thermometer!” She sighed. At least it was one of the digital ones, not one made of mercury that might have poisoned her daughter. Sam pushed two fingers back through her daughter’s sphincter. Trying to grab at the thermometer with her claws. Reaching for it.
Grasping.
Pushing it deeper.
“Alice! Sometimes I swear you make trouble on purpose.”
Alice stubbornly remained asleep. Making trouble on purpose. Even as she squirmed on her mother’s claws.
Sam had two reptilian fingers fully inserted now, reaching, trying to grasp. Brushing against the very end of the thermometer… and only pushing it deeper still. It was too far now to reach. Sam gave a sigh, her plans foiled by the Dark Lord’s stubborn treachery.
The thermometer gave a muffled beep beep from inside Alice’s body. “Oh. Thanks. Now you tell me the temperature.” The thermometer helpfully displayed Alice’s body temperature, well above average, Alice’s body blessed by the fires of turmoil and ruin. But such evidence of wicked providence went unseen.
“Clearly I need to reach deeper.” Sam shook her head. “And maybe finally wake you up for breakfast.” Sam shook her head, her horns wide and heavy. She, like her daughter had changed, though the changes had manifested differently.
Sam had become less of a mammal, something older. Something primeval, something draconic. Perhaps it was all a manifestation of her daughter’s respect for her? That even when becoming an archetype of rebellion and infamy, Alice still respected her mother as an authority beyond the human.
This was all the more evident when Sam started to remove her jeans. Well-fitted, flattering, clinging to her body in ways beyond they did before. They revealed something of a bulge down the leg. A bulge that ripped free, part way through the disrobing.
A cock, inhumanly shaped. A tapered head. A scaled underside. A swelling near the base. A member distinctly reptilian. And made all the stranger still by its twin. A second cock pushing out from underneath, bonded at the base, but split. All the better to penetrate.
All the better to please a Dark Lord. All the better to bring ruin to her enemies.
And if used just right, just the tool that Sam needed to rescue that thermometer.
She slowly stroked her own cocks, coating them with what was left of the lubricant. One hand on each shaft, her hands barely big enough to handle a single one of them. Let alone two. “Yes. This should be enough.” Sam whispered to herself.
As she pressed the tapered tip of the first cock against her daughter’s ass. That this act seemed, routine, or perhaps even loving never struck her as odd. Sam would do anything for her daughter. Including sodomy.
A mother’s love demanded no less.
The mother thrusted. Pushing that head slowly inside, working the Dark Lord open. Alice had difficulty at first. Most of her desires had her fucking her family, not being fucked. But right now? Alice didn’t want to do anything.
She just wanted to rest.
And being taken like this? It was a sort of rest.
At the very least it was a vice.
The sensation of being fucked open by so many inches of draconic mother-cock utterly incomparable. Feeling every little scaled ridge as it brushed against her prostate. Feeling the other cock push up through her thighs. Being trapped between lustful applications. Between so much cockflesh.
Feeling the other cock brush across her pussy. And then across the scrotum just above. Pleasuring Alice both inside and out.
Sam had climbed onto the bed, curling up and spooning her large daughter. Working her hips. Pushing that first cock slowly deeper. Stretching Alice out. Was it a punishment? An ill-advised thermometer rescue attempt? A reward?
Sam wasn’t sure. All she knew now, was that there was no other option for her. No other desire but to fuck her daughter awake. To work that strange cock she now possessed deep inside of Alice. To stretch Alice out. To make Alice moan, even through the slumber. She enjoyed it all of course. That pressure of relatively untouched gut. That near tingling as her cock brushed against Alice’s own. That nearly playful dance between them.
Sam was quite sure that Alice was no longer asleep. But she preserved the fiction. Fucking slowly. Fucking increasingly deep. Working her way nearly to the base of those twin cocks. Before slowly drawing back. Letting her daughter feel that absence. That want and desire for fullness. And then answering that want immediately after its introduction.
A slow leisurely morning assfuck. A good bonding experience. A better alarm clock than Alice might otherwise have had. Speaking of…
Had Alice smashed her alarm clock again? Sam glanced to the ruins on the bedside table. “Alice… you really need to stop doing that!”
“Mwuahh?” Alice asked in response.
“You need to stop breaking your alarm clocks.”
“Huh?” Alice asked, still at least partially asleep.
“Or I need to buy you a more durable one…” Sam muttered to herself, before dismissing the thought and returning to thrusting. Pushing ever deeper inside of Alice’s ass. Enjoying slowly churning her daughter’s body. Slowly thrusting. Slowly warping. Training her daughter to take her own unnatural fuckflesh.
Not wondering about said fuckflesh’s origin.
But still wanting more.
She flipped Alice over beneath her. To face her.
Drawing back once again. “Need to lube up more.” She said in an excuse. As she lined her second cock up. And this time when she thrust, she pushed that cock into Alice’s pussy. Slowly sinking inside. Stretching Alice out all the more.
How often had Alice been penetrated?
Sam had fucked her a few times hadn’t she? Though Sam couldn’t remember the reasons why. Only the vague occasions. Only the sensations. The idea that it was right, that it was what her daughter needed. That she was behaving as motherhood demanded.
Every Dark Lord daughter needed support every once in a while right? They needed to surrender, they needed to lay back and get fucked. Sam made a more determined thrust with her hips, sinking both cocks deeper. Getting Alice crying out.
Just a single draconic cock was a lot to take. But two? Alice was nearly overwhelmed. Alice was nearly awake. But Alice still wanted more. Alice was still unsated.
Alice’s own cock had risen, something oddly equine, but with a knot at the base, pressing up along her belly, along her mother’s belly above, and at last through her breasts. Getting caught up in her pajama shirt, lost in breastflesh. Fucking herself even as her mother fucked her.
Those twin cocks inside of Alice enough to bulge even a Dark Lord’s belly. Enough to make her moan. To make Alice cry out. To whimper and ask for “…more” A demand Sam gladly answered.
Sam no longer showing restraint, instead fucking Alice with full strokes. Pushing deep. Each thrust striking against Alice’s underfucked cervix. Each thrust pushing deep into Alice’s guts. Filling Alice twice over. Taking her. Fucking her. Pushing against that lingering resistance.
And breaking through. Fucking right into Alice’s fertile womb. Filing it with so much draconic fuck flesh. And finally with each full thrust, slapping her body against Alice’s flesh. The noises all the louder.
Earning even a broom knocking against the ceiling below. Alice’s father was trying to watch TV after breakfast afterall, and Alice and Sam were making far too much noise.
The sound didn’t stop them. Didn’t slow them down. If anything, the thought of being overheard by her husband drove Sam to greater heights of passion. Drove her to roll Alice over, to pin Alice down against the bed. To try and hold even the Dark Lord in place, and try to fill her utterly. To fill her thoroughly.
To give her daughter everything she deserved. As Sam cried out, screaming with not just one orgasm. But two, each cock climaxing independently, but in near unison of sensation. Each cock flooding through Alice’s body. Each cock doing its best to fill Alice with seed. To overwhelm her. To knock her up.
To fuck her own daughter pregnant.
An urgent demand that was answered in silence.
It was not that Alice wasn’t fertile. It was that Alice simply didn’t wish to be pregnant.
And here in this realm, Alice’s desires were paramount.
Alice moaned. Alice cried. And most of all, Alice protested. “Mommmm I’m awake!” Alice whined.
“Well I hope you are, young lady! I must have been fucking you for at least ten minutes! It would be a shame if you didn’t notice.”
“I noticed.” Alice rolled her eyes.
“And you slept in, again, why it will be half past nine by the time you are dressed!”
“Fine fine… I’ll get dressed.”
“Not yet young lady! You already smashed your alarm clock, I still have to get that thermometer out of you.” The excuse made sense in Sam’s head at least. She slowly pulled her cocks free from her daughter’s body. Draconic cockflesh soaked in cum. In seed.
And no thermometer. Not yet.
“Now Alice, I think it’s time we had a heart-to-heart.” Sam offered, even as Alice rolled back over onto her back.
“Mom, is now the time?” Alice complained. Even as she spread her legs further. Even as Sam lined both draconic cocks up at Alice’s asshole. The Dark Lord had some trouble with that initial penetration, struggling to take the duel girths. Yet she endured all the same.
Fucked wide by her mother above.
“We should talk about the barn.” Sam insisted, even through a shudder, each inch only claimed with a pleasured agony.
“I already said I was sorry!”
“Your father and I know that you are having a hard time. Trying to adjust to the added responsibility, learning what it means to be a farmer, to be a responsible adult.” And then another thrust. Another push. A slow crush against Alice’s prostate.
“It was an accident!” Alice whined, whimpering beneath her mother.
“You got distracted while milking the cows didn’t you?”
“Yes!” Alice immediately cried out, longing for that excuse. But then considering it’s cost. She didn’t want to blame her older sister. While in many ways the entire barn incident had been Mary’s fault, Alice didn’t feel right snitching upon Mary. “No… I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Enough on your mind to fuck your way through a barn wall?” Sam asked, as finally, for the first time, one of her cocks finally bumped against that thermometer. “There! Almost!” She cried out, trying to catch part of the thermometer on her tapered glans.
“… If you thought I was sick, why didn’t you just use the thermometer orally?” Alice asked, though she wasn’t above whimpering at the attempted extraction. Each drag of draconic flesh scraping deep in her guts.
“I wanted to be accurate! But let’s not get distracted. Just what possessed you to fuck your sister through the barn?” Sam asked, her cock finally catching on the thermometer, pinning it between those twin cocks, and slowly starting to pull the tool back. At least it wasn’t an old-fashioned mercury thermometer, dosing Alice’s insides with poison.
“You aren’t going to understand.” Alice insisted.
“Try me young lady.” The mother said to the dark lord. Sam pulled her twin cocks back, dragging the trapped thermometer along. Pulling back, nearly out of Alice’s ass, before the thermometer once again slipped free. Requiring another punishing thrust. Pushing back deep into Alice’s ass before capturing the tool once more.
“It’s… hard to think like this.” Alice admitted. “Just. The lust building up. Until I can’t control it. Until I just want to…” She started to growl, looking up at her mother.
“Just want to what dear?” Sam asked, drawing back once more, nearly free. Those twin cocks crudely gripping the thermometer.
“Unleash.” Alice replied, doing just that. A simple push of leg and tug of arm, and she flipped over, flipping her mother over as well, nearly a ton of flesh between the two of them turned around in but a moment. Alice pinned her mother there against the bed. Cracking and splintering even the reinforced frame.
“Do you understand yet mother?” Alice asked, looking down at her mother. Even at her mother’s full draconic form, at her full exceptional height, she was so much smaller than Alice. So much weaker than Alice.
So much lesser than Alice. Only really able to control her physically when Alice wasn’t fully awake. But now Alice was very much awake. Now Alice was full of hunger. Now, Alice was a bit uncomfortably full. She shifted her hips, finally pulling herself free of her mother’s twin cocks. Letting the thermometer slip free and get lost in bedding. The temperature long forgotten.
And then slowly dragging her hips back. Dragging it along Sam’s belly. The weight of it, the sheer physicality enough to leave Sam paralyzed. To leave Sam overwhelmed with want. Sam knew her true purpose now, to lay there beneath the dark lord.
She was always destined to give birth to greatness.
And then be fucked underneath it.
Her womb ready to be fucked.
To be bred.
To carry the incestual demand of Alice the terrible.
And some part of Alice craved that. To breed her mother. Her sister. Perhaps even her father. To breed everyone she could. To overwhelm the Free Peoples of this world with her spawn. To make all bow down before her.
To break thrones upon her cock.
But now Alice wished a simpler rebellion. Now Alice had a more mundane desire. To break an authority all too local. To make her mother submit. She dragged that cockhead slowly across her mother’s pussy lips.
While not as thick around as both of Sam’s cocks, it was far thicker than a single one. Far more devastating. And longer than both. Still, even with as often as Alice had fucked her mother, that opening thrust was still difficult. That opening thrust still broke Sam below. It still stretched her wide. It still had her screaming.
In the very best of ways.
“Do you understand now mother?” Alice asked, thrusting. Moving. Bulging out her mothers belly. Knocking that terrible cock repeatedly against Sam’s womb. Against the place of her conception, now twisted into something else. Something subservient. Something conquerable. Something yielding.
That cervix only able to take so much.
Before it too was split. Penetrated. Broken through. That cock pushing through. Immediately filling that same womb. Stretching it out. Stretching it beyond. Expanding Sam’s belly ever further to become something accommodating.
“I… I…” Sam tried to speak. She tried to do more than groan. It was difficult at the very best. And Alice didn’t stop. She didn’t stop thrusting. She didn’t stop fucking. Running her mother through. Breaking her mother upon pleasure. Breaking authority down. Teaching her mother to submit.
A lesson Alice would gladly teach again and again.
There was a reason that Alice had gotten away with so much. Well, beyond being the mythical reincarnation of the Dark Lords of old, a physical locus of corruption that warped her surroundings to her will.
Beyond that.
She could usually dick her way out of trouble.
Fuck trouble until it gained a new shape. Until it became something more pleasant.
But Alice was also ruined by this. By this legacy. By this lust. By this overpowering want that she couldn’t even deny herself. How long ago did she start fucking her own mother? Had she dreamed of it before this? Before she had a cock? Was it but an idle fantasy? Or perhaps a worrying impulse that she had often cast aide?
But now, Alice was fucking her mother on a near daily basis. Not as often as she was fucking her older sister Mary of course. But it had become something of a cycle. Mary seduced her and got her into trouble. Sam tried to punish Alice. Alice fucked her way out of consequence. Everyone got tired until Alice slept it off. And then Mary would instigate once again.
Was this attempt at punishment but another piece of foreplay? This whole thermometer incident just a way to get Alice riled up and awake once more? Alice tried to think about things. She tried to understand her life, the changes that had come upon her.
But those thoughts drifted away as her mother climaxed across her shaft. As her mother screamed and moaned and writhed beneath her. Introspection faded to such sights, to such sounds.
To her own impending orgasm. To her own want for more. In her reverie, Alice hadn’t noticed her own rising physicality. The way she pushed that terrible cock inside of her mother’s womb. The way her mother below warped and contorted to try and accommodate her. The way her mother effectively failed.
The way Alice fucked her mother anyway.
Slamming her hips against Sam’s own with each full thrust. A thrust so powerful that few mortals could dare to endure it, let alone survive. But the reinforcements of Sam’s draconic form were just enough.
To make her a durable piece of fuckflesh.
To make her worthy of Alice’s attention.
Alice’s own mother reduced to her enduring broodwhore.
The thought of that, of seeding her mother, in the abstract, there was no greater temptation. No greater usurping of authority. The thought tickled something along Alice’s brain stem. It had her roaring out. Wanting.
Thrusting.
And finally, in a fury, releasing.
Pouring her seed out into her mother’s womb. Bloating it, filling it in a near instant. Far beyond it had ever been filled. Beyond pregnancy. Beyond childbirth. And still that lust flowed. That seed rushed out. Pouring into space that could never accommodate it. Not just filling that womb, but building up, stretching it further.
Pressurizing it.
All that seed locked inside.
Held in place by Alice’s terrible cock.
Until the pressure was too much.
Yet Sam was too durable to break.
Lacking any outlet, that pressure pushed back.
Like a rocket.
Launching Sam forward. Shooting her off that cock, off of that eruption of cum, one that hadn’t yet stopped. That orgasm still flowing. Shooting Sam across the room. Crashing her into the window. Through the curtains. Through the oh so fragile glass.
And nearly outside.
Her body half-through the window frame.
Sam was saved from falling out perhaps only through the weight of cum still burdening her form.
Alice watched in shock.
In need.
In momentary denial.
Alice hadn’t given her mother permission to escape.
She hadn’t given her mother permission to stop.
Alice wasn’t done fucking.
Alice lept across the room. Closing the distance. She grabbed her mother by the legs, pulling those legs apart. Ripping apart what little clothing Sam still wore. And then, womb still terribly filled, Alice adjusted her aim lower. Pushing her terrible cock. Her still quite rigid cock. Thrusting right agaisnt Sam’s ass.
Alice couldn’t remember if she had sodomized her mother yet. The past month had been a lustful blur. She had fucked her sister Mary’s ass regularly of course. But there was just a bit more resistance here.
Even if it wasn’t the first time, Sam was so tight, that it might have well been.
Not that Sam was utterly inexperienced of course.
She and her husband had fooled about with such things from time to time.
And she had an adventurous youth many years ago.
But not even a lifetime of buggery could prepare her for this.
For that terrible member crashing against her.
That unholy strength demanding her surrender.
Not with any slick tapered tip.
But a demand that Sam take the entirety of the girth from the very start.
Sam did her best.
Sam’s best was not enough.
Alice split her open anyway. Stretching her own mother impossibly wide across that thronebreaker cock. Crashing through. Destroying and conquering what authority remained in her life.
Denying those who would call her to submit.
To behave.
To be civilized.
That usurption of role driving her further. Making Alice all the more reckless. Her mind awash with lust, draining any reflection, any thought. Restraint forgotten, as she fucked inches after inches. Foot after foot.
Pushed into her own mother.
Alice grinding that prostate upon her superior cock.
Making her mother orgasm from penetration. Leaving her mother whimpering, only half impaled.
And then pushing deeper.
Burrowing through her mother’s guts.
Stretching her out. Claiming more and more and more.
Alice would bulge out her mother’s belly, if there was any more bulge to be had.
But it was bulged to its fullest. But now, all that was deeper in Sam was being warped too. Forced to stretch. To change.
To accommodate her daughter’s lust.
Alice didn’t stop.
Leaning down to bite down on Sam’s chest. Sucking at those large breasts. Craving her mother’s milk once more. A hunger. A want for fuel. To pile it upon the fire. Bringing her passions to greater heights.
Even as she fucked far deeper than any mere human could survive.
Beyond which her own magic allowed Sam to endure.
Enjoying this extreme.
This excess.
This barely acceptable fuckflesh, still struggling to accommodate her lust.
“Acceptable.” Alice murmured. Those first flickers of rising ambition. Having tasted her mother’s defeat. Having fucked her mother through. She started to want more. Visions flashing through her mind of not just minotaurs, but mountains of fuckable pliable flesh.
Of servant concubines.
Of conquered peoples.
All bowing before her.
All breaking.
In her mind. Ready to fuck the world itself.
To fuck into the ground until she could knock up the very core of it.
Imagining an orgasm so powerful that all the springs would run white with her lust.
A desire to fuck the oceans and choke the world on her desire.
And that dark twisted magic that had chosen her…
Doing its best to keep up.
Alice orgasmed again, pouring her seed out into her mother. Rushing through her mother’s guts. Filling Sam’s stomach. But Sam only had so much more she could be filled. And so the seed flew through her. Pushed up past her stomach. And started flowing up and through Sam’s throat.
As Sam was made into a fountain by her own daughter.
Seed raining down onto the porch below.
Alice kept thrusting.
Fucking.
Moving her hips, even through that second orgasm.
The frenzy dying down.
But taking minutes to end.
Tens of minutes.
Half an hour.
Well-past nine.
When she finally thrust one last time. Fucking her mother through the window-frame.
And leaving Sam crashing down through the porch.
Sam survived of course.
There were few things Sam couldn’t survive now.
The porch didn’t.
After it finally collapsed there was a call from downstairs.
“Alice! Did you forget about breakfast? Your eggs are getting cold!”
Alice blinked awake from her fuckstupor.
Right. She had to eat breakfast.
And do her chores.
Her father would probably be upset about the porch.
But that’s okay.
She knew how to get out of trouble.