Author's Note: This is just an idea I consistently have with my sexual fantasies of impregnation, incest, and familial inbreeding. None of these stories are going to be connected with one another unless expressly stated in the author's notes which I leave before the actual stories. The only consistent connection between all of these stories is, obviously, the House of the Black Sun, which is the wealthiest, most influential family house in the aristocracy of the land. Their family bloodline is blessed with beauty, intelligence, wisdom, peak physical fitness, and attributes not entirely of this world due to generations of careful inbreeding. This is an excerpt of this family's initiation of the future Patriarch of the family; the Duke Elias.
Welcome to the breeding grounds. ;)
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The Duke Elias woke to the sounds of fornication blooming softly somewhere off in the halls of the mansion. From their tenor and familiarity, he could guess it was his mother doing the howling. Her mate could have been any of the Duke's many uncles. Maybe it was his father.
Well,
one
of his fathers. It was a long story.
The story of how he'd known his mother's cries while in the throes of lustful coitus was far shorter, and one the Duke would always remember in his dreams. This wasn't the first time he'd awoken to the sound of his mother being bred. The first time he did, it was when he was eleven. He'd walked out to see what the commotion was and happened upon the living room by accident.
The sight of six of his uncles standing naked above his beloved mother, the Matriarch, was a shock, yes. But the Duke would always remember how deep his blush was as he heard the slick wet
shluck
of Uncle Jeremy's large cock slipping out from his mother's cunt, then saw the torrent of rich white semen pour down her swollen red petals in a pool between her knees. As Uncle Jeremy dismounted, he slapped Elias's mother's perfect posterior and made way for another of his uncles to have his way with their elegant and regal slut of a sister.
The Duke would spend the rest of that morning watching his uncles mount his mother one after the other, each one pumping her to overflow. The memory was such a fond one of his.
And now, remembering last night and what today was, he beamed with the pride of the Lord he had become as of yesterday. The Matriarch's Heir.
The Lord of the House. The Future Patriarch.
There was a soft shifting to his left and a gentle, sleepy moan. Glancing to his side, the Duke saw his cousin Delilah curl deeper into his outstretched arm. Her golden hair bloomed about her head, her golden curls cut at the shoulder, but now frayed and wild like curling sunlight to frame her lovely face. Her lush pink lips pursed and grinned sleepily when Elias moved his hand to stroke her bare shoulderblade. The Duke felt life returning to his impressive manhood the longer he traced his fingers along her skin. He remembered last night and the time he'd spent with her. How she moaned and sighed and squealed during their frantic copulation, how satisfying it was when she begged for him to plow his seed deep into her fertile depths to make her with child.
How many, many times he had obliged her wish that night.
Obliged her, and-
"Insatiable, aren't you?"
The words purred through the air like electricity along the hairs of the Duke's neck. Just as he remembered his aunt Lily, he felt her hands glide across his skin, tracing along his powerful figure with impish delight. He turned to face her just as her bounteous breasts crushed against his right shoulder and pectoral. She smiled down at him with the beauty of the fully fledged woman she was, a lady of the reigning house of the land. Her eyes were blue as the sky, and her flowing waves of golden hair many times more luscious than her daughter's beside him.
The Duke smiled. "Good morning to you, too, aunt Lily."
Lily's girlish giggle vibrated through her full bosom pressed against his arm, and his manhood stood tall and proud between his legs. Nine full inches of pure, pedigree, pureblooded masculinity towered, dark a throbbing red above a pair of heavy pitch-black testicles. The color of his scrotum and prodigious size were the proof of his regency. While most in his family were of fair and Caucasian complexions, their ancestors' expertise in selective breeding allowed them to bestow the best traits to only the lineage of his family responsible for leading the whole family.
As soon as he had been born, his pitch-black pair of testicles had destined him for this life. This life of laying with his aunt and her daughter in the hopes of inbreeding them another High Blood male or female to one day succeed him.
His aunt Lily's fingers wrapped around his girth tentatively, reaffirming its strength and stature. She may as well have been holding a scalding hot branding iron in her hand. Elias's dark cock was just as thick, if not more so, and very nearly as hot.
"My eyes are up here, aunt Lily," said Elias with a chuckle.
