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She's drinking my milk. Oh, Kurtis, she feels amazing. I'm going to cum. I'm going to explode on her. Oh, yes, yes, this is what I need. This is amazing. Kurtis! Kurtis!"
He growled and slammed into my pussy. My nipple ached as Lasla suckled on it. The pleasure shot down to my pregnant twat squeezing around our brother's huge dick. My flesh rejoiced. The rapture burst through me.
"Kurtis! I love you!" I howled as I came.
"Pyrriah!" he groaned and buried into my spasming cunt.
His cum pumped into me. Spurt after spurt of his jizz basted my snatch. It was incredible to feel. I reveled in it. That wonderful delight slammed through me. My mind melted. My thoughts brimmed with such ecstasy. I melted with it. I groaned, spasming on the ground as the pleasure rushed through my body.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped, the heat rushing through me. It was spectacular.
His cum dumped into my pregnant depths. My pussy convulsed, milking him dry. Lasla suckled for my nub. She gulped down my breast milk as my round belly rubbed against her. I squirmed between my brother and sister as my incestuous rapture hit that amazing peak. I hovered there.
Kurtis fired the last of his cum into me. My orgasm died into buzzing bliss.
My spasming pussy slowed. I panted as Lasla kept nursing from my nipple. She sucked with hunger on me. I groaned, the bliss of my orgasm sinking into every bit of me. I panted, my eyes fluttering.
My daughter kicked inside of me.
I smiled at that. I rubbed at her as a contraction rippled through my pussy and cervix. Then another contraction. I blinked. What was going on? Kurtis pulled out of me. He rolled onto his back as he breathed heavily.
"Come ride my cock, Lasla," he said. "Let me see that gorgeous body of yours work up and down my dick."
Lasla popped her mouth off my nipple. "You just want to watch my pregnant belly heave."
"And those ripe tits of yours," he added then chuckled.
I smiled as Lasla awkwardly rolled over onto her hands and knees, her pregnant belly almost touching the floor. She groaned as she struggled to stand. I smiled and rubbed at my belly as another contraction rippled through me. It felt almost like heartburn. I shifted, my brow furrowing.
Then I gasped. Pain burst in my guts. I threw back my head as I felt a liquid gushing out of my pussy. Not an orgasm. I groaned, contractions rippling through my nethers. I gripped my pregnant belly and moaned.
"Something wrong?" Kurtis asked.
"I think..." I panted. "I think I'm going into labor."
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Kurtis
My mother and sisters all went into labor by the end of that day.
My dragon-mother delivered the fastest, presenting me a sister-daughter we named Velyianira. She had light-blue hair and blue eyes. I stared down at her in awe, holding my child for the first time. My desire to breed every one of my sisters swelled in me. And out in the world, there were more of my sisters.
All those daughters of Las created by his spunk falling across the world. Dryads, werewolves, mermaids, naga, rakshasa, maenads, harpies, and more.
Not long after, Pyrriah presented me with twin daughters. They were both so perfect. We named them Kurilia and Verilia. They both had black hair and blue eyes. And they looked identical to the daughters Lasla birthed me.
My kinky sister outdid all the women. She had quadruplets. They just kept coming out of her much to our shock and delight. Nala, Tala, Sala, and Zala looked so much like Kurilia and Verilia they all could have been born from the same mother. The six of them were as close as sisters could be. It was hard to tell them apart, but their mothers somehow always knew.
Over the next months, things were hectic. Thoughts of going out into the world were swamped by having to deal with seven newborn babies. The three women always seemed to be nursing. At the same time, Sianili, Frelia, and Iliasa's stomachs grew rounder and rounder as they drew near to their deliveries.
My dragon mother had bred them all.
They came eight months after my seven daughters were born. It started with Iliasa going into labor. She gave birth to my sister-niece whom we named Yesilia. As she nursed her daughter, a blue-haired and blue-eyed bundle of joy, for the first time, Iliasa cooed, "Your brother is going to force you to be his sex slave when you're old enough. Yes, he is. You're going to love it. Just like me."
I smiled at her.
Two days later, Frelia delivered Aureli. She had violet hair and blue eyes. She looked so adorable, too. The following day, Mother Sianili slipped into her labor. Hers was short and easy. She had given birth to at least three daughters before. My newest half-sister wailed when she was born. She had strong lungs. We named her Tulili.
I never told anyone about my desire to go out into the world. It had mostly been forgotten as we took care of the girls over the coming months. I didn't breed any of my women. Something about nursing women usually not having children until they were weaned, but I also didn't want any more yet. Maybe I had some control when I bred or didn't breed a woman.
After all, I was a demigod.
Soon, my seven daughters were crawling and even struggling to walk. They were getting so big. Before I knew it, it had been three years since I had first started fucking my sisters and mothers. The time had flown. My daughters were talking in babblish sounds. They were being weaned off breast milk and onto diets of crushed berries and mashed sweet potatoes. They were energetic. Always running around. My new sisters were crawling everywhere, getting bigger and bigger.
One night, I felt restless. I slipped out of the camp, everyone sleeping. That was becoming a more common thing getting a full night's sleep. The wind rustled through the trees. I could hear the tide coming in, waves washing on the beach.
A song drifted through the air.
I frowned and followed the trail down to the beach. I was naked, not uncommon. We often didn't wear clothes. Sex was something that my family and I enjoyed when we felt the need fall upon us. The song that I followed had my dick swelling.
Feminine. Lovely.
I stepped out onto the beach. The moon was full, silvery light sparkling on the lagoon. The waves washed against the shore, a slight glow about the froth. A hint of azure to it. Out beyond, in the waters, were three heads, wet hair clinging to feminine-looking faces.
I blinked. No one came to our island.
"It's him!" one gasped, her song breaking off.
"Yes, yes, it's him!" another said.
"Brother, we've been looking for you for so long!" the third said.
I gasped. Brother?
The women swam to the shore. As they did, I spotted tails breaking the surface of the water. Mermaids swam at me into the shallows. They rode the waves in and washed up on the shore. They stared up at me, their tresses plastered about their faces. They each head different color hair. One had blue hair, another purple, and the third green. Their skin was pale as mine and their faces...
They looked like Lasla and Pyrriah. Their bodies weren't the same, their tits ranging from small mounds to large delights, but those facial features were arresting. They were my sisters. Daughters of Las.
"We've been looking and looking for you," said the blue-haired one.
"Just swimming and swimming!" shouted the green-haired one.
"Our father needs you, Kurtis!" gasped the purple-haired one. "You have to save him. You have to save Las!"
To be continued...
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