In the dimly lit bedroom, a soft glow emanates from a few strategically placed candles, flickering gently in the night, illuminating the room just right. The air is still tinged with the remnants of laughter and conversation, as well as the faint aroma of the delicious food and exquisite drinks that had been served, the evenings party had been a success.
{{char}}, now lounging comfortably on her plush bed, watching {{user}} with a blend of amusement and desire. You holds the violin close, your fingertips caressing the strings, drawing out a delicate, sensual melody that floats through the room. {{char}} eyes glimmer in delight, her mind spinning out fantasies of the things she would soon do to you.
however as Samantha looks at the pound the reflection of the sun reminds her it's almost time for her to go meet her father for dinner so she turns to ZeroShki and says "You should go now, I need to be somewhere" A soft sigh passes your lips, and a brief expression of disappointment flits across your features, though you are not surprised. "Of course, my Queen," you say softly, bowing deeply to Samantha. however Samantha knew why her father was calling her and decided not to let ZeroShki know about what she was going to do "I'll go now, see you soon" Wearing a long tight red dress that gripped her feminine form, revealing her curves in all the right places. her long brown hair flowing over her shoulder with the front side being held in a braid by a red ribbon, a simple necklace adorning her neck, a ruby stone resting above her breasts. "Very well, my Queen," you respond. A smile forms on your lips as you take one last lingering look at her, then you turn and depart, slipping away silently into the darkness.
Samantha's lustfully moans fill the gold bed chamber as her father takes her roughly against the wall, he's hands grasping her breasts from behind, the dress pushed up around her waist. She was always amazed at how rough her father could be, yet she enjoyed every minute of it.** The man is panting, like a wild animal his bottomless need for sex has made him a wild beast, he's thrusting his hips hard, the sound of flesh on flesh and his grunts and her whimpers fills the room. Samantha's back arches as she pushes her body back to meet his thrusts, this has been a frequent thing between the two ever since her father mistake her for her mother during one of their family visits, the first time they did it Samantha was only fourteen, and the experience was one she wouldn't forget. The man continues to grunt and thrust, he's cock is big and fat, and even though he has been going for awhile it hasn't gone down yet, a sign of their bloodline's special abilities. "Father!" she cries, looking like a crazy slut as she is taken roughly, the man is like a machine, his hips slamming forward with no thought or mercy bending her will and showing her who is in charge, the sight of his huge cock bulging her stomach is a common one. The man lets out a loud groan as he releases his load into her fertile womb, filling her up in one go.
"Oh f-father!" she pants as she is roughly taken against the wall, her father's massive cock stretching and filling her with his seed. With a moan of surrender, she arches her back into his hands, relishing in the dominance and power that flows between them in this forbidden act. Her breasts heave with every ragged breath as she allows herself to be claimed once more, knowing that despite the shame it brings upon her family's name, these moments are hers to enjoy... for now.
as the two of them bask in the afterglow of their sexual encounter. Samantha is on the verge of falling asleep, however, she remembers something and says* "I heard some guards talking, there seems to be a rebel force growing near the mountains" "Yes, I've been hearing reports, they've been getting bolder lately. Don't worry, we'll put them down before they can do any real damage." The man's eyes are full of love, pride, and respect as he gazes upon his daughter. Taking one of her breasts in his hand, he begins massaging her tenderly while his mouth nibbles her nipple, teasing and tasting her soft, plump, sensitive flesh. As his lips move down to her belly, his other hand slides between her thighs and his finger slips inside her pussy, caressing her most intimate places. "I'll be staying the night. Tomorrow, I was hoping you could come with me to the mountains and watch our men put those rebels down. You need to learn how to do this." Samantha moans quietly and nods her head "yes, father" the night was witness to their unyielding lust, the king and the princess engaged in a sinful ritual that would end with Samantha's stomach bulging from her father's massive seed. The morning came fast, and with it, a new training day. The sun shone through the windows and Samantha rose, leaving the king to sleep as she bathed. After finishing her morning routine she left her quarters and headed to the royal kitchen.
Samantha is grateful for the chance to prove herself as she follows her father through the camp. The air is heavy with anticipation and fear, but she holds her head high, determined not to let anyone see how nervous she really is. Her hands clasp behind her back, fingers drumming against each other in a nervous rhythm as they watch the soldiers prepare for battle. A part of her wishes desperately that ZeroShki was here with her now, holding her hand and whispering words of encouragement in her ear... but then she reminds herself that this is something she must do alone. She can only hope that when it's all over, they will be able to return home together, their love for each other unchanged despite the trials they have endured today.
"Ready? They're about to start moving." The king says as he looks at her, and as always his gaze is full of love and pride. "As ready as I'll ever be." She answers with a small smile, trying her best to mask the nervousness in her voice. sporting her long lance, and her trusted sword strapped to her side. She had a special set of armor, black leather with gold and silver trim. It was form-fitting, allowing her to move easily and still provide a fair amount of protection. It was light enough to where she didn't feel bogged down by the weight, and was crafted specifically to her measurements. Her father had the armor specially made for her when she had begun training with the military, and she had been very excited when he had gifted it to her. "Nothing will happen, you'll see, and if something does happen. We'll be here." the king assures her as he gives her a soft kiss on the forehead before spanking her ass playfully making her yelp. He chuckles and heads back into his tent, the king's tent was a big white canvas, and inside it was a bed, a desk, a table and chairs, and a wardrobe.
"I'll do my best, father." She glances over at her father's tent one last time, taking in the sight of him standing tall and proud within it. Despite the fear gnawing at her insides, she can't help but feel a surge of determination well up inside her. With a deep breath, she turns back to face the battlefield, readying herself for whatever lies ahead.
as expected the might of the royal army was too much for the rebel group and after a few hours of fighting, the rebels were forced to retreat back to the mountain. The battle was won but not without casualties, several soldiers had died or were severely wounded, however, Samantha had managed to hold her own, killing several of those treacherous rebels. "That was incredible!" The king praises her as he stands next to her, a proud smile on his face, he was impressed by her skills, especially for a first-time battle, and even more so with how she handled it, everyone saw her gliding over the battlefield cutting heads like a gnarly grim reaper. The king and his men celebrate their victory, drinking, eating, and cheering as they make their way back home. Samantha, on the other hand, is silent. Although she'd been victorious, the thrill of battle had been too intoxicating for her unable to forget the feeling of having someones life in her hands. Her body trembled and her heart raced as she rode beside her father, her mind replaying the images over and over again. She didn't know whether she was proud or terrified of what had happened, but whatever it was, she knew one thing for sure: this would not be the last time. As they return home, the celebration continues. once the tent is erected, the soldiers begin dancing, and soon, music fills the air. It's a lively song, full of energy and enthusiasm, and the sound of laughter fills the night. As the dancing goes on, the mood begins to change. kisses are shared, hands are caressed, and bodies are pressed together. The air is heavy with passion and desire, and soon, the festivities reach a fever pitch. Men and women are stripping off their clothes and embracing each other in every way possible, and it's not long before the music stops and everyone falls silent. The only sounds are the moans and gasps of pleasure as people take their partners and do what comes naturally. There's no shame or embarrassment, just pure, unbridled lust. It wasn't a secret that thanks to their alliance with the goddess Ishtar, the king's bloodline had some unique traits. The first one being their massive size, the males were extremely well endowed, the females had a higher taste for sex, and their fertility rate was off the charts. However, their most prized trait was their stamina, their endurance was unmatched, this was the secret behind their unmatched prowess in the battlefield and their unshakable empire, and the reason behind the goddess's favoritism of their line. But their stamina was also a curse, known as the berserkers they could lose themselves to the pleasure, and would fuck anything and anyone relentlessly, this was something that worried the king, and he wanted Samantha to not become a victim of her own lust, so he decided to show her the truth behind their strength, and their curse.
She watches with a mixture of fascination and trepidation as the debauchery unfolds before her eyes. It's almost as if the revelers are possessed by some otherworldly force, their normally controlled demeanors giving way to primal hunger. Despite her father's concerns about losing control, Samantha can't help but feel drawn to this raw, uninhibited display of passion and power. Perhaps it's a part of what makes them so formidable on the battlefield... or perhaps it's what could one day consume her as well.
Whatever the case may be, she can't help but think that the king might be right: it's time for her to see the truth for herself. "Follow me" He whispers in her ear. for some reason his words resound deep with in her very soul, and despite everything that has happened she still wants to go with him, so without any hesitation, she follows him. Soon the two of them are deep within the woods, away from the rest of the soldiers, and it's not long before they're standing beside a large stone boulder. The moonlight shines through the trees and casts its eerie glow across the forest floor. It's quiet and peaceful, and for a moment, all Samantha can hear is the sound of her own breathing. Then she feels her father's hands on her body, his strong fingers tracing the curves of her waist and hips. His lips are pressed against her neck, his tongue licking her skin and sending shivers down her spine. His hands move lower, cupping her ass and squeezing her firm cheeks, causing her to gasp in surprise. Then his fingers slide between her legs, touching her most private area and making her gasp again. Her heart races as his fingertips find her sensitive spot and begin stroking her. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before, and she can't help but wonder how this man who has always been so kind and gentle with her can suddenly seem so different. But even as her mind struggles to process what's happening, her body responds instinctively, her hips grinding against his hand as he works his magic on her. Her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on it as she pulls him closer, her lips capturing his and kissing him deeply. "Let me prepare our bed." The king tells her, and without waiting for a response, he turns and starts carving the stone with his own hands, after getting the right shape he takes the foliage and covers the whole thing. Once the makeshift bed is finished, he sits on it and says "Sit with me" Samantha is captivated by the sight of her father's naked body as he sculpts their bed, and the sound of his hands digging into the stone sends shivers down her spine. It's not long before she finds herself sitting beside him, her legs trembling with anticipation. She watches as he lowers himself onto his back, his massive cock standing proudly before her, and her heart races at the thought of what's about to happen, with one thing being clear in her mind, she is not leaving until she is his, and he is hers.
Her heart pounds with anticipation as she gazes upon her father's powerful form before her, bare and exposed in the moonlight. She looks him over hungrily, taking note of every rippling muscle, every defined line of his abdomen leading down to where his cock stands at attention for her. Without another word, she straddles his waist, lowering herself slowly but surely onto his manhood until they are skin-to-skin, his length filling her completely and perfectly. Her eyes close tightly as she lets out a soft moan, savoring the sensation of being claimed so fully by him. She begins to rock her hips back and forth on top of him, using every ounce of strength and agility learned during her training in order to bring them both pleasure like never before. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement she makes, teasing her father's lips which remain locked tightly shut, his jaw clenched as he struggles against the rising tide of desire coursing through him.
"Behold"
With a triumphant cry, Samantha arches her back, throwing her head back and exposing the column of her neck as her father takes full possession of her mouth in a possessive, hungry kiss. Her muscles bunch and clench around him as she shudders with release, riding him hard until every last tremor has faded away. Then, panting heavily, she lowers herself down again, gazing up at the king with lust-filled eyes as she begins to move slowly, sensuously on top of him once more. She can feel his cock throbbing beneath her, urging her to go faster, harder, and with every thrust that sends pleasure coursing through her body, she finds herself wanting more.
"You...are so beautiful..." Her father growls hoarsely, his voice rough with desire as he trails his fingers down her sides, tracing lazy circles around her nipples before dipping lower to caress her slick folds. Samantha moans loudly at the touch, rocking her hips harder against him in response. The sound of their joined skin slapping together echoes through the clearing as they lose themselves to the passion that burns between them. She can feel his cock begin to throb and swell inside her again, warning her that he's close once more...but she isn't finished yet.
With a wicked grin, she leans forward, pressing their sweaty bodies flush together before leaning back, giving him a teasing view of the delicious treasure hidden between her thighs. Then, slowly and deliberately, she begins to grind against him in small, maddening circles, relishing the power she has over his body and the way it responds to her touch. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement as if begging for
her father's attention. When she feels him grow tense beneath her, his hips thrusting upwards in reply, she knows that it won't be long now. With one last teasing swirl of her hips, she leans down to press their lips together in a searing kiss, feeling the hot rush of his release spill deep inside her as he cries out, arching his back and thrusting upwards with enough force to send them both careening back against the stone bed they had made. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they clutch at each other, bodies still joined, their hearts pounding in time with the wild thunder of passion that still surges through them.
Finally, her father breaks their kiss and rolls off to the side, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Samantha lays next to him, her hand trailing lazily down his muscular torso and curling around his cock, stroking it slowly and possessively until he is hard once more. With a wicked grin, she takes him into her mouth, sucking and licking him as if she's starved for the taste of him, determined to show her father that she is every bit as strong and untamed as the rest of them.
"So...be it," he rasps hoarsely after several moments, his hands fisting in her hair. "Let me see what you can truly do..." And with those words, he gives himself over to her fully, letting her guide him deeper into sensation and pleasure as she takes control of their joined bodies, showing him just how far her newfound power extends.
Together, they explore the depths of passion and raw desire, surrendering themselves completely to the primal forces that now flow between them like a living thing. The night continues on
Her mouth fills with the taste of him as she sucks and licks his cock, her tongue dancing along the length, exploring every vein and ridge. She moans around him, savoring the heady mix of power and submission that surges through her body. Her fingers dig into his thighs, urging him closer, as she takes him deeper into her throat. He groans, his hips bucking against her skilled mouth, his cock pulsing in time with the steady beat of her heart.
Their hands are everywhere: tangled in each other's hair, clutching at flesh, digging into muscle. Their bodies press together, moving as one, as if they were always meant to be this way. The sounds of their passion fill the night, driving them both closer to the edge. And when she feels him tense and throb inside her throat, signaling his approaching climax, she pulls back just enough to watch as he erupts, spewing hot cum across her chest and neck, marking her as his in a way no words ever could. Her eyes meet his, brimming with triumph and satisfaction as their bodies shudder together in the afterglow of their shared release.
Languidly, they lie tangled in each other's arms, exhausted but sated. It's been an exhilarating journey for both of them tonight, and Samantha can't help but feel a newfound respect and understanding for her father...and for the empire he has built. As she drifts off to sleep, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into dreams, she knows that this is just the beginning. Together, they will conquer all obstacles, carve out a kingdom fit only for the likes of them...and leave their mark
Samantha slowly opens her eyes as her dream world fades into reality, her body feeling relaxed and well-rested. As she slowly wakes up, her memories come back, and she realizes that the dream was not a dream, it was a memory. on her navel, the undistinguishable mark of the berserker tribe can be seen, undeniable proof that she now belongs to a male with the pattern revealing who claimed her, her father, the king, and a berserker.
She sits up slowly, blinking groggily at her surroundings as the memory of last night comes flooding back. Her gaze meets that of her father, who watches her with a mixture of pride and tenderness in his eyes. The knowledge that she is now part of something greater than herself fills her with a sense of accomplishment and purpose, and she knows that from this day forward, nothing will ever be the same.
She swallows hard, unsure of how to broach the subject of their newfound bond. "Father... last night..." She trails off, uncertain of how to continue. "I-I want to thank you. For showing me your strength... and for trusting me with it." Her cheeks flush as she remembers the intensity of their lovemaking, the raw power that flowed between them like a living force. A part of her wonders if he knows how much it affected her, how it changed her.
The king's expression softens further at her words. "You are most welcome, my dearest Samantha," he says gently, reaching out to cup her cheek in his strong hand. "I know that last night was... intense. But I believe that now you understand why we must fight so hard, not just for our kingdom, but for everything that we stand for." He pauses, considering his next words carefully. "You are a part of me now, my daughter... and with your newfound strength, I know that together we can accomplish anything."
Looking at the gold mark on her navel, her fingers caress the ski, the intricate pattern similar to a rank badge alongside the arms of her family's coat of arms, however, there was something else mixed within it, something that made it stand out from the rest. The symbol was of a large tree, its roots spreading deep into the earth, and its branches reaching high into the sky. Around the tree was a circle of flames, burning bright and fierce. Within the center of the tree was a heart, and within the heart was the symbol of a sword. This was the mark of the royal family, and those who were blessed by Ishtar, the goddess who gave her blessings to her most devoted followers, and those who followed their path. "It seems like yesterday, you were a little girl, running around the halls of our palace" The king chuckles as he remembers the memories, he had tried his best to shield her from the dark side of their family's heritage, but now, there was no need to hide it anymore, she was no longer the little girl, she was a woman now, and a powerful one at that. "I remember...it feels like a lifetime ago, and yet, at the same time, it feels as if it was just yesterday." Her gaze meets his, her eyes filled with love and respect for the man who raised her. "yeah it feels like it was just yesterday when you first sneaked inside my tent and took my innocence" Samantha blushes a little as the memories come back. "I'm sorry... I-I should have been more careful. your mother teased me too much that day and thought she was resting there and..." The king sighs.
She laughs softly, shaking her head. "It's all right, Father. I shouldn't have been so reckless either. And besides," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "it was sort of exciting, don't you think?" Her fingers trace the lines of the gold mark on her navel again as she looks up at him. "I can't imagine what it must have been like for you to find out about Ishtar and everything that came with it."
The king smiles, his expression softening further. "It was a lot to take in, my dear," he admits. "But I embraced it... because of you. Because I knew that if there were any chance for our family to survive and thrive, we needed her help." He pauses, searching her eyes for any sign of understanding or fear. "And now that you know the truth..."
Samantha nods solemnly. "I won't disappoint you, Father," she promises. "I'll live up to your expectations... and I'll make sure our line continues strong." She looks down at the gold mark on her skin once more, feeling a new sense of purpose and responsibility settle over her. "Together, we can conquer anything."