Chapter 2: The Succession
The water lapped warm and thick around her, heavy with what Edward had left behind. A shadow cut the light, then Daniel was in the pool, his lean body sliding through the murk without a splash. He came up directly behind her, his chest pressing against her back, his hands finding her hips beneath the surface. “I watched the whole fucking show,” his voice was a low, rough scrape in her ear, his hard cock already nudging the slick, swollen lips his father had just vacated. “Saw him dump three loads in that wrecked little hole.” Ellie shuddered, her spent body tensing as his fingers dug into her soft flesh, forcing her open. “Don’t,” she whispered, but it was breathless, and she arched her back, pressing her massive ass against him. “Too late for don’t,” Daniel breathed, and with one brutal thrust he buried himself to the hilt, his very thick and 35cm length spearing through the newly stretched, seed-slick channel with terrifying ease. Ellie’s gasp was a sharp, wet sound lost in the grill’s sizzle as he pierced her tender, overstimulated cervix in a single, smooth invasion, the head of his cock popping straight back into the womb his father had just flooded. “Christ, you’re tight,” he grunted, pistoning into the deep, hot reservoir of his father’s cum, churning it inside her.
“It’s all your dad’s filthy load making me so slippery for you,” she moaned, her head lolling back against his shoulder as he fucked up into that tender, overfilled chamber.
“That’s my good girl,” he rasped, his rhythm punishing and deep, the immense length of him churning the hot, soupy mixture already inside her. She could feel the violent slap of his balls against her ass, heavy with a pending release. “Gonna show Dad how a real man breeds a womb.”
Daniel’s thrusts grew frantic, his breathing ragged against her neck, each brutal drive ramming his cockhead against the deepest wall of her already-packed chamber. His body went rigid, a silent, straining statue, his fingers biting into her flesh.
He exploded.
The first shot was a scalding torrent that forced its way through the existing flood, a powerful jet that lashed the far wall of her womb with shocking pressure. The second was thicker, a hot, dense rope that seemed to coil directly inside her left tube, already primed with his father’s seed.
She felt her own belly tighten from the impossible, expanding volume.
A third, violent pulse erupted, flooding her right side with an equal, burning claim. The force of it was catastrophic. Excess jetted back around his invading shaft with a hot, spurting gush, a frothy white stream forced out of her stretched entrance to cloud the water around them. Daniel groaned, a guttural sound of total conquest, as a final, fourth volley pumped another thick, claiming load deep into the center of the chaos, a last, definitive stamp inside her.
His cock stayed rock-hard, a relentless, throbbing plug within her.
Her womb was now a taut, overpressured vessel, swollen and hot, packed to its limit with the mixed, virile seed of father and son. A continuous, hot trickle of their combined release seeped insistently around his unyielding girth. “It won’t stop leaking out,” she whimpered, feeling utterly claimed and dangerously full.