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Introduction:

New strain of virus, villain is now a disgusting vampire.

In this one, he continues to play house for several days, enjoying his growing harem of free-use slaves in a variety of situations around the house. Then enjoys his pregnant cousin tied up in the basement... while she goes into labor. READ DISCLAIMERS FIRST!

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DISCLAIMERS:

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.



KINKS / WARNINGS:

- Blood / Some Gore

- Gross Sniffing / Tasting (bodily fluids, breast milk, everything)

- Non-con / Sadism / Violence

- Bondage / BDSM

- Pregnant

- Cousin



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Chapter Nine - Womb



“This one tastes great. So potent. Where was he from?” Victoria’s face is flushed, but her voice is composed. We sit at the kitchen table sipping from wine glasses. A routine evening family breakfast.

“She,” Eva politely corrects her. “It was an older lady daddy found outside the grocery store on Oak Street. Must’ve been a pretty… p-pure lady.” Eva’s voice cracks and she closes her eyes, breathing deeply.

The first week back from the big hunt at the farm is blessed with nights like this. Serene and relaxing. A much-needed reward for all the hard work, a time to kick back and fully enjoy our growing family.

We completely ignore the two girls servicing us underneath the table. Grace and Taylor may be family now, but they have a lot to learn before they move on from servant duties. Maybe when my harem grows more we can treat them better, but for now they’re tasked with licking us while we enjoy our meal. Eva shudders, then carries on talking with her mother like nothing happened.

And then I feel Taylor shift over to start gagging on my cock next, giving me a turn. Eva’s juices still coating her tongue, she swirls and mixes my daughter’s fluids straight onto my throbbing dick. What a wonderful use for such innocent little Christian ladies. Not long ago, they were virgins. Untouched.

A few minutes later, gulping sounds accompany our conversation, and I stop to gaze into my wife’s beautiful brown eyes across the table. Vee sips the blood and smiles at me lovingly, just as I feel the mouth down below fully engulf my meat. A little nose tickles my belly as Taylor does her best to please her daddy. GAK GAK GULK! Still making eye contact with my wife, I grunt and unload down the lovely throat. Vee’s eyes flutter with arousal as I know she’s receiving similar treatment across from me. A tongue lapping away at her sopping cunt down there.

I finish my drink and lean over to kiss my wife and daughter goodbye, not even acknowledging the girls under the table. “I’ll leave you to it. I have some research to do.” Vee will remain at the table for another hour probably. She likes taking her time. She smiles and I go to my office to plan out my next hunt.



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Later the same night, I’m greeted by the fluttering of wings as I pass by the laundry room upstairs. Bats. A sure sign that my little Lamb is nearby. Sure enough I find Grace unloading clothes from the washer. I stop in my tracks as she bends over, butt facing the hallway, wearing nothing but her nightie and some lacy violet panties peeking out from underneath.

On a whim, I decide to have my way with her, walking in and kneeling down behind the blonde cutie. “Are these Vee’s panties?” Without asking, I shove my face right in, smothering myself between her thick buttcheeks.

Grace squeaks in surprise, but doesn’t stop me, “Oh! Y- yeah. None of us really brought any clothes besides what we had on when you found us. We’re all going shopping tomorrow, but until then we’ve been sharing.”

Now that she mentions it, I have noticed all my ladies giggling and changing together in my bedroom every day. They all seem to get along perfectly, laughing and chatting as they try on Victoria's clothes. She has so many, it’s no wonder girls of all shapes and sizes can manage to find something of hers to wear.

I inhale, rubbing my face around Grace’s warm asscrack, then pulling out my cock to begin stroking. “They look nice on you. Make sure you let Vee and Eva help you pick things out. Tell Taylor too. You Baptists dressed a bit too prudish for our family.” Then I pull the panties down and shove my mouth right into her asshole, licking and sniffing like a starved animal.

Grace grunts and blushes, struggling to continue doing the laundry while I eat her out. Today, I had commanded her to stay as clean as possible, ready for me at all times. So even her asshole is pristine and prepared for an assault like this. Most days, I like my girls to be themselves, act exactly like they would in their past lives. But sometimes, I like them spotless so I can just go wild like this.

Only a mild funky flavor as my tongue digs and slurps at her wrinkly little button. But mostly she just has her typical fresh smell. A soapy citrusy summer breeze. I spread her wide and lap my tongue further down into her slit, tasting her ruffled pussy lips. And she’s already begun trimming and shaving things up better, exactly like I asked. I stick a finger into her asshole without warning while my tongue stabs deep into her tight cunt. She squeaks and flinches, but allows the treatment.

Through heated breaths, Grace continues to work on the laundry and carry on our conversation. “Is there- Oh! Is there anything in particular you’d like us to get? Anything- Mmm! Anything you want us to wear?”

I stand up behind her after warming her up enough, aiming my cock and prodding at her cute little dark pink sphincter, “Actually yeah. Why don’t you girls get some… I guess goth clothes? Skater? Punk? I don’t know, let Eva pick some things out for you all. We’re going to need some stuff like that soon.” Then I jab in, my cock swallowed up by Grace’s inexperienced asshole. She gasps, her buttcheeks shaking from the intense feeling.

“Oh! Oh my! H- huh, that sounds exciting, master! What are we going to be doing?” I pick up the pace, my balls slapping against her cheeks as I ram my cock in and out of her little butthole. The tightness is unreal, choking at my shaft.

“You’ll see soon enough,” I lean over her and hug around her midsection, kissing her smooth back and nuzzling into her neck. She just happily allows anything I want to do to her. She gives up trying to load the laundry, collapsing her soft body down over the top of the washer, yelping and panting.

One hand gripping her curly hair, holding her head down sideways, my other hand squeezes into a thick ass cheek and love-handle. I hold her steady and smash in and out without a thought for her safety or feelings. The washing machine rocks and rattles as if it was turned on. And Grace just lies there taking it all without a single complaint. What a good daughter.

A few short minutes later and I unload inside her anus. Sweaty and shaking, Grace lies there exhausted, bent over the washer, legs trembling, unable to stand on her own. I leave her there, my cum dripping from her asshole, down her inner thighs. I give her a loving farewell pat on the ass and walk away, letting her recover and get back to her chores.



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Toward the end of the night, Victoria and I relax on the living room couch, unwinding before we go to bed. She leans against my shoulder, bundled up in a nest of blankets, quietly reading some girly romance novel with an effeminate emo guy on the cover. I watch TV, my hand tenderly caressing her thigh from beneath the blankets. I turn and kiss her head, the floral scent of her hair sending a soothing shiver through my body. She’s fully engrossed in the book, her breath growing rapid, her skin growing hot from whatever she’s reading.

We notice Taylor walking by over in the kitchen. The thin brunette beauty wears a dark blue tshirt, so baggy it hides the shorts she’s wearing, making her appear to walk around without pants. Vee turns, and without a word, she snaps her fingers at the girl, beckoning her over. A smile creeps up on my face. It’s so sexy watching my wife boss her daughter around all on her own, ordering the girl to kneel down on the carpet beneath her. I had no part in it. Vee acts of her own accord.

“Well go on. You know what to do, my little Songbird. ” my wife really loves the pet names. And it’s especially demeaning with this one. Taylor had been a singer when we’d met her. But after Eva and I had had our way with her, the girl’s throat was left scarred, her vocals all but ruined. Her voice is raspy, and singing is now impossible.

But her mouth serves many other purposes. She obediently kneels on the carpet at her mother’s feet and lifts the blankets, sticking her head under, her silky straight brown hair disappearing. I carry on watching TV as if nothing’s happening. Vee turns a page in her book, calmly continuing to read. Just a mundane family moment on a peaceful night.

Victoria lets out a satisfied sigh, and I can feel the excitement growing throughout her body. Her eyes flick across the page, her fingers gripping the book tighter. And the blankets bob up and down slightly, Taylor’s head hard at work underneath.

My attention returns to the TV, but I can’t ignore the growing passion next to me. Vee holds her book in one shaky hand. The other is under the covers, no doubt smashing her daughter’s pretty face into her cunt. The sounds of panting breath and muffled wet slurping begin to overpower the sounds of the TV. I lean in and kiss Vee on the cheek, then suddenly drop down on the carpet to the right of Taylor. I’m exhausted after so much fun today, but one more nighttime snack sounds great right now.

My head goes under the blankets to wiggle in beside my daughter. She scoots over a bit and looks back at me as I join her between her mother’s legs. Taylor’s face beams with delight at the pleasant surprise, my enhanced eyes finding her gorgeous face in the pitch-blackness. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, and her mouth and chin are soaked and dripping. My hand massages her back over top her tshirt, and I take her face in my other hand and immediately maul her with my mouth. My tongue laps at her chin, tasting the familiar sour apple flavor of my wife’s runny fluids. I lick up every bit I can find, savoring every nasty drop, and then Taylor’s lips latch onto mine in a furious kiss. Our tongues swirl at each other, spit and pussy juice mixing in my mouth, and my daughter’s fangs pierce into my bottom lip in an aggressive attack. She sucks at the blood and moans into my mouth in pleasure.

Gripping her hair in my hand, I wrench the girl's face off of me, turning my attention to the sopping pussy. My hands knead into my wife’s pale thighs, which are spread wide, warm to the touch. The air under the blankets is incredibly thick. Stuffy and humid with the growing smell of sweat and pussy. Taylor gasps with arousal as I shove her face into the crotch, my cheek pressed to hers. And together, father and daughter begin lapping away at our queen.

My hand slides up along the trimmed pubes on my wife’s mound. My other hand holding the back of Taylor’s head, shoving her in. Her mouth engulfs Vee’s thick brown external labia, sucking on the folds, while I kiss into the little crease between thigh and pussy. Then down to taste her buttcheek. Then to the left, kissing my daughter on the neck. Surrounded by tender feminine flesh on all sides. Shoving back in, cheek to cheek with Taylor, I bury my nose into the cunt, while my daughter’s tongue slurps deep within the pussy. I inhale the spicy scent of my wife’s dripping twat, sticky juices coating my nose.

Then I stab my tongue into the cunt-hole, pushing in beside Taylor’s tongue already inside. My daughter giggles and moans as we share hot breath, feeling each other's tongues sliding around inside Victoria’s trembling vagina.

Lewd sloshing sounds fill my ears. Sour flavors flood my mouth. Vee’s hips shift, and we hear moans coming from above the blankets. I feel a hand grip me by the hair, and I allow it. Allow my goddess to take control of us both, smush us violently into her cunt. Her spicy scent grows stronger, her crotch humping and grinding onto our faces. Taylor yelps, and I let out a chuckle. My wife really knows what she likes!

Liquid drips profusely down our chins, vaginal muscles contract around our tongues. But we continue our assault, licking in and out with everything we’ve got. Warm squishy thighs pinch tightly around our heads, Vee’s whole body convulsing and jiggling. Loud moans and more fluids leaking into our mouths. She came! I smile. Taylor laughs girlishly.

As Victoria comes down, muscles relaxing, body completely spent, my daughter and I turn to each other and make out, mouths still partially on Vee’s cunt. I taste Taylor’s lips, while still flicking my tongue at my wife’s twat. Back and forth, swapping spit and pussy fluids.

“How’s your book, babe?” I teasingly call up to Vee, mouth still all over her crotch. Taylor laughs out loud when all we hear in response is a blissful sigh.



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The sun goes down, and I wake as if it’s morning. I roll out of bed, climbing over multiple naked women still sleeping soundly. I hear the shower running as I enter the master bathroom, and I find Taylor already getting herself up and ready for the day.

I open the glass door of the walk-in shower and enter into the mist without asking. “You’re sure an early riser, aren’t you?” She smiles as I wrap my hands around her wet naked figure from behind, hugging her close.

“Morning, master,” she whispers in her soft voice, smiling and nuzzling into my arms. The water splashes over our bodies, her soapy skin sliding against mine. I kiss down the side of her neck, my cock going erect within seconds, poking up between her buttcheeks. What a perfect young woman. A gorgeous Christian girl. She had been pure and untouched and saving herself for marriage. And now I have her all to myself, casually enjoying her wet body first thing in the morning. A dream come true.

“You know… this is where I turned your mother. This shower. Did she tell you about that?” Taylor shakes her head, leaning back into me with an aroused sigh as my hand travels down her thin belly, over her soaked pubes, down between her legs. I kiss her cheek and shove a finger up into her tight slit without warning. She gasps and gyrates her butt against my cock.

“Yeah, our first night. I slammed her against the glass just like this.” And I grab Taylor’s hair and thud her face-first into the wall of the shower. She groans in pain, but allows it, her hips still backing into my groin enticingly. And I immediately cease the aggression, my hands resuming their gentle touches across her body.

“For weeks before that, from the moment I awoke, I felt a thirst.” Taylor turns to gaze back at me, our eyes locking. “Yeah, that same thirst you feel. I needed to feed. But I also needed more. To… build something. Your mother was all I cared about at first. So I tracked her down. Killed her husband. Broke into this house.” Three of my fingers stab deep into Taylor’s cunt. Her small tits and pretty face smushed up against the glass. She closes her eyes, no doubt envisioning me hunting Victoria. I aim my cock, sliding along her slit. Even through the water splashing all around us, I can feel her slippery fluids. She’s wet and ready, her breath fogging up the glass in front of her. I plunge my throbbing dick up into her cunt as hard as I can, knowing she can take it. Taylor lets out a raspy squeal and then laughs through the pain.

“I climbed into bed with her. She thought I was her husband. I touched her. Kissed her.” Skin slaps against skin, water sloshing in every direction as my hips pummel the girl from behind. Standing in the shower, Taylor’s small frame shoved helplessly against the glass, my one hand gripping her head to hold her steady, my other squeezing her tiny hip to pull her into me with every thrust.

“I ate her out before she even knew I was a stranger. Then I bit her… right on the thigh. Yeah you’ve seen the mark,” I speak right against my daughter’s ear, pinning her there. And she reacts to every word, eyes darting around as she envisions that night. Her cunt milks at my cock, tightening when I mention biting her mother.

“Then I got mean. Dragged her in here. Fucked her against the wall, exactly where you are now.” The story is too much for her. Taylor’s vaginal muscles spasm. And she cums. I kiss at her cheek, her face smushed up sideways against the glass, and I watch up close as she exhales and moans, her legs shaking, her body ready for a reprieve, ready to come down from the climax. But instead of slowing, I pick up the pace, fucking even harder. She grunts and struggles against me, but I torture her, pushing her sensitive cunt past its limit. I grow violent again, gripping her hair and smashing against her fleshy little butt with enough force to tear any normal girl apart. But Taylor is no human. She pants heavily, allowing the abuse.

“Your mother hated it that first time. Squealed like a fucking pig.” I continue in and out of Taylor’s pussy, while reaching down and spreading her little buttcheeks. My thumb presses against her asshole. Her body tenses up even more.

“Have you ever been fucked here ? Huh? No? Ever stuck anything inside? Played with it? Really? Nothing ? Yeah your mother was like that too. She hated stuff like this.” My thumb swirls and prods at her wrinkly button. So compact, almost cute.

I shove my thumb in without warning, forcing a satisfying hoarse shriek from the girl. Her whole body shivers, and I have to wrap an arm around her midsection to keep her standing. My thumb twists and digs around inside her virgin shithole, my cock still ramming away into her cunt.

“But no matter how much she kicked and screamed, I took your mother. I needed to. I had a thirst for more than blood. I needed to conquer, to collect. I needed to rule over a kingdom.” I pull my raging cock out of Taylor’s cunt suddenly. Removing the thumb from her anus, I quickly replace it with the tip of my dick. My daughter squirms, pinching her cute buttcheeks together to try to stop me. So I throw her down, face-first, her naked wet body slapping against the cold stone floor of the shower. I straddle her hips, spread her buttcheeks apart, grab my cock, and begin stabbing down brutally until she submits. My dick begins to penetrate her little sphincter. It takes a minute, but I finally feel myself sink down into her butthole.

“I ended up making Victoria my queen. You new girls worship her, treat her like a goddess. But she had to earn that, and it’s a privilege I could take away whenever I want.” Taylor coughs as water splashes all around her face, my hand pinning her cheek down onto the stone. And within moments I’m buried to the hilt inside her anus, ‘prone-boning’ her on the floor, her cute buttcheeks pressed together with my cock disappearing down between them. It couldn’t be any tighter! The girl really was a pure little angel. The goody-goody Christian lady would never dream of committing such a sinful act such as sodomy. Probably never even thought about it, knowing her. But here she is, facedown on my shower floor, taking my cock up her ass as the water pours down around us. I delve deep into her depths, violating a place she never expected to even be touched by another person.

And to my surprise, Taylor warms up to the act rather quickly. Her muscles relaxing, her yelps turning to steady gasps of desire. Sounds of slapping skin and sloshing water fill the bathroom for a few long minutes.

“So don’t forget your place, Songbird. You’re my daughter, but only because I allow it. You’re also just my plaything, a bag of flesh for me to use whenever I want. I could’ve easily sucked you dry and tossed you out like so many others. So when you need a shower… you use one of the other bathrooms… or you fucking ask your daddy for permission to use his.” I pull out of her asshole suddenly, quickly rolling the girl onto her back and straddling her chest. I lift her head toward me by the hair and shove my pulsing cock straight into her pretty mouth. She coughs and sputters as I force her to taste her own anus, piercing right in all the way, burying my meat in her tight throat. Her eyes bulge, and she heaves and gags. Clearly it tastes disgusting. But she endures as best she can.

And I sigh as my climax washes over me like the water pouring down on us. My cream spurts out, down her gullet. Taylor coughs, and some cum shoots out her nose like snot. I laugh at the sight, at how far I’ve made the innocent little Baptist fall. I yank her head by fistfuls of hair in both hands, skull-fucking her mouth front to back onto my cock. Making her clean her nasty asshole off my dick. And somehow, the girl manages to look gorgeous through it all. A natural beauty, even with cum oozing out her nostrils, even with bloodshot eyes and a cock down her gullet.

I stand and finish showering, forcing my daughter to remain on the floor beneath me. “I’m sorry daddy,” I hear her whisper pathetically from below. I ignore her and happily wash the filth from my body, letting it all pour down over the girl at my feet.



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I sit in my office, planning out our next hunt. My eyes scan the screen. An aerial view of the nightclub. Ripe with women, plenty of cover, no daylight. It’s as if it were made for us.

Suddenly I’m interrupted as Grace comes running in, Samson barking and bounding along hot on her heels, “Daddy! Daddy it’s time! Her water broke! I got her tied up like you wanted.” A bat crawls along the sleeve of her shirt. I smile and close my laptop.

We head down to the children’s playroom in the basement. Before entering, I turn to Grace, cupping her little chin in my hand, “Get your sisters, but wait outside the door until I call you in. I want some time alone with her first.” The strawberry-blonde girl smiles back at me, blue eyes twinkling with excitement behind her cute glasses. I step inside, closing the door to the playroom behind me.

And I’m immediately greeted by groans of agony. My cousin Laura hangs suspended in the center of the room, breathing heavily from the contractions of labor. Fuck, my little Lamb did a great job with her! The farm girl sure is handy with ropes. Laura’s arms are outstretched above her head, wrists bound with ropes hanging from the exposed rafters at the ceiling. Like other rooms in the basement, the wooden beams are left open to give the ceiling an intentionally rustic appearance. But they also serve as perfect places to attach to. More ropes wrap at multiple points around her thighs and the crooks of the knees, spreading her wide open in a frog-legged position in the air. Knees forced up on either side of her big belly, feet dangling downward and kicking around freely.

My cousin sees me enter and screams again, shaking her head wildly, “NO! No please! Don’t look at me! Get away!” Her gorgeous body glistens, everything wet and shiny, and she writhes around helplessly, swaying and jiggling against her restraints.

“Shhh! Well look at you! Grace got you nice and ready, didn’t she? All cleaned up.” I step in close and begin sliding my hands along her bulbous stomach, slick and warm, her whole body lathered with oils. What a sight to behold! Childbirth is already the most painful, most difficult time in a woman’s life. But to make it worse, Laura is tied up, suspended from the ceiling, spread wide and shamefully exposed to her own cousin. I strip down immediately and begin playing with myself while I circle around and examine her from all angles.

From behind the girl, I lean in and wrap my arms around her, working my hands underneath the full tits that lay sagging on her stomach. Such a damp, clammy area. I lift and squeeze at her swollen breasts, hard enough to make her groan even louder. Giving the poor woman even more pain to deal with while already in labor is so inconceivably cruel, which makes it incredibly arousing. My dick flexes and prods into her buttcheeks as I pull her tightly to my chest, hugging her from behind, burying my face into her curly brown hair. Everything is a bit damp. I inhale deeply. God she smells amazing! Fresh and feminine from whatever oils Grace lathered her with. But also a bit sweaty, a hint of salty crudeness as I kiss my way down the side of her neck, across her shoulder.

Walking back around to the front, I look her up and down and smile evilly, “You know… You kind of remind me of Christ on the cross.” The mortified look on her face is priceless. She can’t believe how blasphemous, how sinful this all is. One of my hands gropes at a juicy tit, the other glides down along the inside of a thigh, then feels at her slimy cunt-lips between her legs. “But this is a much better position. I mean obviously they didn’t have his legs spread-eagle like this.” Her face pinches up and she screams, another powerful contraction torturously coursing through her body.

And without another moment’s hesitation, I drop down to my knees underneath her and point my face right up at her cunt. Her dark pubes are wet and plastered down. Her brown pussy-lips are stretched taut, everything gross and grotesque and pushing outward. Her hole winks as she groans again, and her entire vagina swells and protrudes down at me for a second. It’s disgusting, and yet I can’t look away. My cock pulses, my hands reaching up to play around with her. My fingers toy with her nasty flaps, pinching and pulling. I stick a finger in without warning, twisting around to explore her insides. The fingers of my other hand go to the gross little brown asshole further down, poking at it playfully, then giving it a hard flick just to feel her whole body squirm in shame.

Then I realize her crotch is dripping with more than just oil or sweat. Grace said her water just broke. So I shove my mouth right into her cunt, lapping and slurping away like a dog. Laura sobs hysterically as I taste her, drive my tongue into her pregnant hole. I can’t believe I’m doing this! I get to taste my cousin’s amniotic fluid! The utter humiliation, the complete depravity of it all! My cock drips precum onto the carpet beneath me. There’s no particular taste. Just the same bitter flavor of her cunt, the same as the last time I tasted my cousin’s pussy. I breathe in her scent. Maybe a bit more pleasant than last time, fresh and lovely, clean and oiled.

“Why are you doing this!?” Laura’s voice is ragged and strained and rife with horror. She simply can’t believe her cousin could possibly be committing such atrocious acts. She looks down at me with disgust.

And I smile up at her, “Why? ” Her eyes bulge as she watches my tongue lick across my fangs. “Because I can. Because nothing can stop me. I can do whatever I want with you, with no consequences.” I rub my face around on her wet cunt-lips, making her squirm and yelp in response. “Back when you knew me, I was nothing. Just a miserable, weak man. But when that man died, all his pathetic virtues and fears died with him. All that’s left… is me. Just darkness and thirst. What other reason do I need?” She shivers in despair as I engulf her pussy with my mouth again, sucking and swallowing her lewd fluids.

Laura screams again, and the vagina in my mouth pushes at me, another excruciating contraction. I back off and just gaze up at the fascinating sight. Her body trembles as the pain overwhelms her. Feet wiggling and kicking out on either side. I play around, like a kid with a new toy. Slap up at the pale buttcheeks jiggling and hanging down at me. Shove a finger into her hole just to feel her insides pushing back. Kiss and lick at a sweaty inner thigh next to me. This is fucking unreal!

And she hates every second. In her most vulnerable moment, giving birth, writhing in pain, her perverted cousin tortures her, molests her in the most foul ways imaginable. But her nightmare isn’t over yet.

I stand suddenly, taking her sweaty face in my hands. She tries to wrench her head away, but I hold tight. And I wipe my mouth on hers, cleaning myself off, letting her taste her own disgusting fluids. And then my hand goes to my cock. I slap it up between her legs intimidatingly. She looks into my eyes and screams, “No! No you can’t! Don’t you dare!” I just smile and slide my glans up and down through her slimy folds, getting myself nice and wet.

Crouching down a bit, getting into position, I hold her thick hips… and slam in! Laura wails like a dying animal, a sound I’ve never heard come from a woman. The heat of her cunt wraps around my dick, tight yet inviting. I get halfway inside but meet significant resistance. “Oh! I hope that’s not the baby. I’ll try not to hurt it.” I laugh maniacally and begin humping in and out with rapid little half-strokes, not much more than my tip inside her. My hands knead at the damp asscheeks underneath, using them as handles to pull her into me. I stand still and swing her toward me again and again, as if casually masturbating myself with her pregnant body.

“Is this bad?” I ask her with a calm voice, pumping her forward and backward on my cock. Laura yells incoherently, barely comprehending her situation any longer. “Is it bad to have sex during labor? After your water broke? I hope I don’t damage anything. Maybe we’re risking infection?” Still no response. I just chuckle, shrugging my shoulders and carrying on talking to her nonchalantly, my meat sliding in and out. “Well, if anything bad happens, I guess I can always just go find another pregnant woman. Start over. Maybe get one that isn’t so damn noisy .”

She groans, another contraction washing over her. I pull out for a moment, just to watch her expression as I aggressively slap my wet cock at her belly. Then I plunge my tip inside again and wrap an arm around the small of her back to hold her to me as I hump in and out. My free hand goes to her throat, turning her moans of pain into gurgles and raspy coughs. The added anguish makes her cunt spasm around my cock, her whole body shaking out of control.

And just to add embarrassment to the torture, I shove my face forward into an exposed armpit. In her hanging position, her arms are stretched up above her head. Her sweaty armpit just constantly staring me in the face. So why not? I lick and sniff and rub around in the sweaty area. Somehow not nearly as gross as I thought it would be. Tastes salty, and the prickly stubble is rough on my lips and tongue. But she smells clean and sweet. I let go of her throat and lean back to look in her eyes. Through coughs and moans of pain, her expression is filled with complete shock and humiliation. She can’t believe this could possibly be happening to her.

Then her head goes back and she howls in agony. I feel another contraction shooting through her poor body, pressure pushing at my cock inside her. The baby is getting close! Soon this will get too nasty, even for me. Time to finish up and let my daughters take it from here.

I hold Laura's hips in both hands and hump my tip in and out as fast as I can. Even without being able to drive in very far, I’m so incredibly turned on that I manage to bring myself to climax with ease. I exhale and grunt, letting go. My cum shoots up inside her, right up at the baby. Injecting the pregnant woman. Spurting my cream inside my own cousin while she’s in labor, just as she’s about to give birth. Filling her up, as if breeding her all over again.

With a sigh, I let my cock flop out of her sloppy hole with a gross Splunk! Cum oozes out, dripping down onto the carpet. I step back and watch as Laura has a little seizure, pain and shame overwhelming her body. I leave her there, dripping with sweat and oil and jizz. The moans of pain fade slightly as I leave and close the door behind me.

I’m instantly greeted by all four of my women. I smile at them, “Ok Grace, the gross part is all you. Eva and Taylor, listen to your sister. Help her with whatever she needs.” Then I kiss each of my daughters. They rush into the playroom together, giggling, ready to welcome a new member of the family into the world.

Then I turn to Victoria, who smiles warmly at me. She bares her fangs, “I just put Adam to sleep.” I take her hand and walk her into the entertainment room next door. The excitement is plain on her face. She can’t wait to see the new baby. Her motherly instincts practically boiling over. She clings to my arm, kisses at my neck. We sit on the couch together. I’ll keep her busy while we wait. I grab her head and lower her face to my flaccid cock. She can put those nurturing instincts to good use. I’ll let her clean the filth from my penis while our daughters deliver the baby in the other room.



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A few hours later, the girls finally bring out the newborn. Vee squeals with delight as Grace hands the baby over. Eva sits on my lap, “Mommy, it’s a girl! Isn’t she beautiful?” Victoria begins crying, swaddling the infant tight against her chest. Taylor brings Adam down, and soon the entire family sits snuggled up together on the couch.

“She’s everything I ever wanted,” Vee whispers with tears in her eyes, as we all gather around to admire the newborn. A gorgeous baby, a dusky skin-tone showing signs of her mother’s German and Spanish ethnicity mixed with her father’s Mexican. “What do you think of ‘Alexandra’? Alex for short?”

I smile and nod, “A perfect name.” I lean over and kiss my wife. She finally has the children she longed for.

“What about the Cow, daddy?” Eva gazes up at me hopefully. “Can’t we feast on her?”

I laugh and shake my head, “No, Kitten, we need her milk. We’ll keep her alive and healthy in there. Don’t give me that look. You can play with her, but no biting , ok?” Eva pouts teasingly, but then gives up, leaning in and snuggling into my neck.

Then Victoria speaks up in a motherly tone, looking at each of our daughters in turn, “We all know what the future holds for this girl, and I know we’re all looking forward to it.” She turns and smiles at me, then continues, “One day, when Alex grows old enough, she’ll become another member of our harem.” Grace giggles with excitement. Taylor hugs tightly onto my arm. “And her brother Adam here… He’ll eventually take over this family. He’ll be our new master, enjoying all of us just like your daddy has.” Eva tickles at the little guy’s belly, and he coos adorably. It’s hard to imagine, but Vee’s right. He’s my heir, and when I allow it, this will all be his.

Pride swells within me at how well my kingdom is coming along. A growing family. Beautiful and lethal. All serving my every desire, helping me collect and conquer.

Vee continues softly, “We’ll keep both babies safe and pure until the time comes when we want to preserve their exact age.” The other girls perk up. Fangs protruding from Taylor’s sinister smile. A bat flutters down to perch on Grace’s shoulder as she giggles cutely. Eva’s eyes flash blood-red, her tongue lashing out to lick the side of my neck.

“And we’ll make them immortal,” my queen finishes, pretty brown eyes gazing back at me, overflowing with desire.

To be continued...



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