Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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There was a prophecy. The Elder Witch warned the King of the lands that his son will be the one to defeat the Evil Queen of the North. Though the Evil Queen did not interfere with the peace of his Kingdom, he knew that it was a matter of time before her army would invade his kingdom. And one day, his son was born, Rakeem. Rakeem was blessed by the Elder Witch to be invulnerable to any kind of attacks, physical and magic. The King was happy with this blessing and raised Rakeem to be a warrior but once he hit puberty, the King saw by the funny walk of the servants that went into Rakeem's room, that he possessed immense sexual prowess. He was happy with this development but soon, Rakeem started ignoring his responsibilities and went around wrecking the pussies in his kingdom. Girls craved him and wives cheated on their husbands to sleep with him. Soon, Rakeem had almost every woman he laid his eyes on, in his kingdom. One day, Rakeem was going about his usual day, taking his bath while a girl was bouncing on his and the others waiting for their turn and trying to get him to have them by showing off their flexibility.
The King's sister was passing by, angry and worried at the news of their shrinking border, and she saw him spending his time recklessly as ever. She was angry. Was this the hero that is going to save their kingdom from the hands of the Evil Queen? She got angry at how their lives lay on the hands of a sex addict and she went to confront him. It was more of dumping her problems on him and she screamed out loud. Everyone stopped for a second.
"What the hell are you doing Nephew? Is this what the prophecy said? Is this the kind of person we have to depend on?"
She was fuming, breathing heavy and eyes red. Rakeem turned to look at her in the pool. A long dress that did a bad job at hiding the curves of the person, her dress left little to the imagination. A burgundy coloured cloth that was wide around the feet and was hugging her around her waist. It got tighter and thinner as one looked up. Her breasts were half-hidden with her nipples trying to get out through the dress. It became a single thread when it came to her collarbone and followed the same pattern at the back, leaving a majority of her back to the viewer's pleasure. He wanted to tell her to her face that she had no business in his life but watching his aunt in such a sexy dress, yanked the thoughts out of his mind. Blessed with a chiselled body and a very thick and long cock, he took pride in it and never missed a chance to show it off.
She never realised he was naked. He simply stood up and turned towards her. Walking out of the pool, he stood before her. The distance between them was a good one but the length of his cock covered it with ease. It was already wet with the juices of the pussy that was being fucked. She stared at his long thick cock that stood like a sword that was about to pierce through her. The anger vanished. Sweat took its place as the breathing subsided. Mouth running dry, she couldn't take the eyes off of it.
"You were saying?"
He threw his words at her, knowing very well what will happen next. He heard tales of orgies her aunt hosted before he was born. It was said that they went on for days and ended up in the participants having extreme dehydration. She always came out on top. That always intrigued him as no girl in his kingdom was able to withstand the sheer speed and stamina he displayed. This was his turn to test his limits.
She stood there gaping at his cock, her pussy getting wet as she recalled her young days. He brushed her hair as if he was playing with a horse. She was a conquest to him and it took time for her to come back to the present. She shook her head.
"Wh...What are you..u doing?"