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She moaned louder, squeezing my hand and nodding her head. Daddy was clearly enjoying himself too as I caught him in the corner of my eye, grinning wickedly and slowly stroking his still mostly-flaccid cock as he watched the show. Mom was slower than I normally was, either because I didn't really know what she liked yet, playing with her clitty, or just because she was still so conflicted about this whole thing, and her doubt was getting in her way. She did still get there though, gasping and trembling, only maybe ten seconds or so before Brucie started cumming as well. She was still shaking through the aftershocks when her eyes suddenly went wide again.

“Swallow it! Get my fucking cock down your throat!” I pushed harder and she took another inch before she gagged and started coughing again. She grabbed my dick and stroked it while she controlled her cough. When she slowed coughing, she locked my gaze with those eyes and stroked my saliva slick cock with both hands.

“She was crying, begging me to stop, saying that I was hurting her. I just laughed, telling her she should be grateful to receive my affection, and that nothing in her life would compare to the glory of bearing my child. Galvin always told me that it didn’t matter what happened to the weak; it was our birthright to take what we wanted because we were superior in blood and magic. I wanted to believe him, because with him, I wasn’t alone. We had fun, we laughed, and we dismissed everyone and everything that got in our way. I wanted to believe that there was nothing wrong with us, even if, deep down, I knew the truth.