The Royal Breed

Crown of Lust final chapter. Prev part: The Prince's Father.

M / M / M ┃ Trans / Cis ┃ Human x Human ┃ Taboo ┃ Age Gap ┃Breeding┃ Submission/Domination ┃ Mpreg ┃ +8k Words

Content Warning: Pre-op transmasc body, trans masc being submissive & very pregnant. Magic genitals.

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Prince Zerah sat in the bathtub, enjoying the amberly scent coming from the slowly burning incense next to him. The lukewarm water felt good after such a long day of lovemaking, and even though his body was feeling sore, he wanted more, excited to experience whatever his father had promised to do later that evening. Zerah stroked lovingly his swollen belly, sliding over the faint stretch marks his breeding had provided him with. The midwife had told him he was carrying triplets, and from the size of it, he could easily believe it. In a few more months, he would be giving birth, and the thought of it made him happy. So much had changed in his life, and all for the better, yet there was something gnawing at his heart, and it was not a heartburn given to him by his pregnancy.

Zerah slid his hand under the water and began to rub his already swollen clit, a task hard enough with his plump belly on the way now not being helped at all by his posture. He could touch it just barely with his middle finger, but it was all he needed. He imagined the old man under him, holding him in his lap and pushing his fat cock inside his pussy, easily sliding in due to him being adjusted to the King's width. Soon Zerah's splashing was joined by his whimpers, and he arched his back, his legs clasped together involuntarily as he reached his peak quickly. Just by thinking of his father, Zerah had found it easy to come, and he wished he could be with him all the time.

Although maybe it's for the best I stay here, he thought. The king had to rule over his kingdom after all and every time they met they bred like the world was ending, glued to each other by sweat and cum of their own making. Their lust for each other rivaled that of the Gods, and suddenly, a worry had slipped back into Zerah's mind. Soon, he would not be able to be intimate with the King, and with his virility, he might go look for someone else. The lukewarm water didn't feel so warm anymore, and Zerah began to shiver.

Maybe he's introducing me to my replacement? He thought and pulled his head under the water as panic began to overtake his burning heart. He loves me, doesn't he? He has said it multiple times.

The air in his lungs began to burn, and Zerah had to pull himself up. He gasped for air while getting up, clumsily drying his dripping body with a towel before putting on a robe which was only barely able to confine his new form with its strings. There were not that many clothes that fit him nowadays, and this one would have to do. The sheer walking to the door and into the hallway made him pant and Zerah had to move slowly, supporting his belly with two hands as he wobbled forwards, but the king was patient, sitting on his throne in the reception hall lost in the thought of Zerah's tender dark skin and rubbing his loins.

As Zerah walked down the stairs, the King stirred from his daydreaming for the dream right in front of him.

"Come here, sit on my lap, I need to finish inside you," King Avram smirked.

"B-but this is the reception hall, the servants could see us," Zerah whispered, glancing around as if they were already there to witness their ongoing crime. He could swear someone was there, but could not see anyone but the king.

"I didn't ask you to come here, I ordered you to," the King snarled back, turning Zerah into an obedient servant with a mere tone of his voice. Zerah skittered across the floor as quickly as he could and did as he was told, and climbed the short stairs leading onto the throne. Settling into the King's lap, Zerah could feel his hard-on pressing against his rear, begging to be dipped into his holes. He spread his legs and sat face-to-face with the King.

"Good boy," Avram murmured, "Now lift yourself a little ass, so I can plunge myself into you," Taking support from the armrests, Zerah lifted himself up and the King freed his pulsing member from his pants, aiming it towards his wet slid and gripping Zerah by the hips before quickly forcing him down on it. Zerah gasped in wonder when he felt his father's cock again, unable to stop himself from moaning. The King's fat tip momentarily stopped at his entrance but soon slid into the hole made for it. The King's grip tightened around his hips, and he dug his nails into the prince's skin.

"I don't care if the servants see us," he groaned, "I need to have you." The King moved one of his hands behind the Prince's head, pulling him closer to him, kissing his soft lips, and forcing his wet tongue in. Being inside his wet pussy was worth all the risks in the world and the letters he had sent that day had already sealed their fates. The King's gift was already waiting in the corner of the room, looking at them as the King fucked his son's mouth with his tongue as he had done so many times before. In the darkness of the hall's deepest corner stood a man, watching and waiting for a sign. Stimulated by the scene unfolding before him, he slipped his hand across his fat belly into his pants and began to pleasure himself while his other hand kneaded his nipples. He had come there due to a promise made by the king, and he had not been disappointed when he saw the pregnant prince.

Zerah wrapped his arms around the King's shoulders and began to move his fattened hips up and down slowly. In his depraved mind, he had already forgotten how much he had doubted the King's loyalty to him, and if anyone could see them. The king had bred him after all, and each time they met, they twisted themselves around each other for more, undoubtedly true to their feelings for each other. The fat cock inside him swelled even more with each quivering movement Zerah made and the lust he had for his father seemed to have no end.

The king moaned and began to move his hips in rhythm with the prince, "I have a surprise for you," Avram moaned, "I think you'll like it." Not giving any time to ask any question, Zerah felt another pair of hands wrap around him and grab his breasts, he tried to turn around to see who it was, but a pair of bearded lips bit into his neck, sucking the skin so deeply to certainly leave a bruise. The prince moaned with pleasure as his abuse continued. There was a knowing gleam in the king's eyes as he kept violating his son's inner sanctum while the prince moved his hips in a grinding motion.

The king pulled his tongue out from Zerah's mouth, "Once you've given birth to my brood, he will be needing your services," King Avram taunted, and finally, Zerah saw who was behind him. The man had almost the same face as his father, but he was slightly slimmer and had shorter hair.

"L-lord Amram?" Zerah stuttered to his uncle, who answered him by grabbing his neck like his father had done, licking the prince's lips before plunging his tongue in too. Lord Amram had ruled the borderlands as long as Zerah's father had been a king; they had never seen eye to eye until the king had asked for him to return to the winter manor, which served as an unmoving reminder of easier times between the two. King Avram had proposed a deal to his twin brother: Amram would gain an heir, something which he had tried for many years now, and in return, they would bury their war axes and become proper brothers once again.

Amram's tongue felt different yet familiar to Zerah, and it didn't take long for him to eagerly join him while the Lord kneaded his aching breasts harder than the King ever had. In turns, he was tongue-fucked by both, giving them his approval in passionate moans. The king lifted Zerah's rear and Lord Amram lined his throbbing cock against Zerah's ass, nudging himself in steadily as Zerah's was muffled by the king himself. The fat tip plunged past his rim and joined its brother of another holer in the trespassing of the prince's innocence. When the king's thickened cock slid almost completely out, the duke's bulging member slid deeper within. The feeling of the two passing each other made the prince's holes spread even further and in this blissful state his mind went blank, all the doubts disappeared as his body convulsed in a far more stronger orgasm than what he had ever experienced before, putting more pressure on the thrusting cocks inside him. Zerah's inner muscles clamped down on them and he arched his back while his uncle sucked on his neck and his father forcefully plunged his tongue between his lips. Sensitized by his first orgasm, it didn't take long for Zerah to reach a second peak, and his whole body trembled even harder than before. He had never dreamed about being double-tagged, but now it was all he had ever wanted.

Zerah's mind was lost in the haze when the king began to groan again, getting closer to releasing his seed into his body again. The prince's dripping pussy was milking him with all of its force and the king did not want to disappoint him any longer. He roared into his son's mouth and slapped his hefty balls against Zerah's rear one more time while his brother kept pounding into the prince's ass. Feeling Amram's bulbous tip brushing against his sent the final signal into his pulsing balls to relieve them from their creamy load. His semen gushed into his son, staining his insides once again. The king and the son were locked together, moaning and shivering from their orgasms while Lord Amram pommeled into the spasming rim, reaching soon his edge and grabbing the young prince's wobbling belly as he too locked himself into his nephew and painted his insides white.

All three heaved together, unable to pull away from each other even though they were all at the point of collapsing. Zerah was still lost in his haze as the two cocks inside him pumped his holes with more seed, soaking his guts even more.

"The old bastard was right, you truly are a gift from the Gods," Lord Amram huffed against Zerah's neck, his sucking had left it raw and bruised just as Zerah had expected, but the mark he had left inside him was more precious than what was on the outside. The king nodded in satisfaction, knowing everything had gone according to his plans, "Indeed he is and once you've had him, you never want anything else," he laughed and his brother has to acknowledge it too, pushing his cock inside the prince and hearing his muffled moans had done something to him and he couldn't wait for the next day. Tonight, they would have to rest, but tomorrow the king had promised to present them with something even more wonderful.

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The next morning, Lord Amram woke up early. He had rested better than ever before and was already ready when the rest of the manor began to stir awake. Last night, he had ridden half a day's worth of travel, unsure if his brother would betray him or keep his promise. They had been on bad terms for so long that either option was a possibility, but none of that mattered anymore; in a few months, he would claim the prince's fertile womb and have his heir. The heavy snowfall had almost completely covered the roof of the dark brick building when he had arrived last night, but now Amram watched the snow melting outside, the glistening water drops dripping against the icicles they were formed from. His mind went back to a time when he and his twin were playing in their grandmother's winter manor, exploring together its winding hallways and secret passages, getting muddy outside once the snow began to melt like it did today.

The reception hall had looked almost untouched, no matter how many decades had passed since Amram had visited it last. All the old oil paintings and the tapestries were still up, even though the room had seen some repairs, but everything had been done faithfully to the original design. In the middle of the room still stood the same throne-like chair and there sat his twin with a wide smile on his wrinkled face, framed by the neat, yet greying golden hair and beard not too different from his brother, thrusting into the very pregnant Prince with such glee Amram had not witnessed in years. Their passionate lovemaking had excited him, and even now the mere thought made Amram to pitch a tower. Ravishing the young prince had felt better than anything he had done before; his soft moaning lips against the Lord's own wanted him to breed him like the Prince's father had done. The boy was meant to be bred, and by the Gods, he would do it as soon as his womb was empty once again.

Amram feasted in the dining hall alone that morning, devouring his breakfast made with fresh goose eggs and tallow. Last night he hadn't gotten a chance to eat, and now his hunger was overtaking him, even if his mind was somewhere far away, or rather, somewhere on the other side of the manor, in the room where the Prince slept soundly. After his delicious breakfast, Amram looked for the room the Prince was in and hesitated for a moment at the door. What they had done was wrong and even though he had experimented with his twin when they were younger, they had never done anything close to what they had done last night, but his groin was already decided for him, pulsing with a need that could only be quenched by the prince and Amram decided to knock on the door. He could not hear an answer and entered the prince's chambers without explicit permission.

The prince was still sleeping, nude, and his back supported by so many pillows that his uncle lost count. The veins of his protruding belly could be easily seen, but what made Amram's heart pound even harder was when he witnessed the marks he had left on the boy's neck still as visible as they had been the night before. It was a sign of his passion he had for him, and seeing them made the denial of his sin impossible. Amram walked over to the Prince and sat on his bed, brushing his hair away from his face to see his bruises better. The Prince opened his eyes slowly, stirring awake with a smile that made Amram hopelessly attached to him.

"Good morning, m'lord, did you sleep well?" Zerah asked with innocence in his voice that made Amram tremble with thirst, "Forget such formalities, in the royal line you're higher than me." Amram rambled, unable to look away from the Prince's gentle gaze. No one in their family had such deep and dark eyes, making Amram doubt their relationship. No matter what, what he was about to do was still a sin in the eyes of the Gods, and he would have to beg for mercy in the afterlife. Amram slid his hands from the Prince's cheek to his neck, gently touching the signs of his sins and slipping his palm even lower, over the Prince's tender breast. Zerah gasped softly and gave him a knowing smile, "Would you like me to suck your cock?" the Prince asked with warm teasing, "I loved how it spread me last night." Amram blushed and turned his gaze, still circling his thumb over the Prince's rising nipple.

"Avram has trained you well," The Duke coughed out, "Does he ever do anything for you?" Zerah laughed, "My father gives me everything I need, and I hope I can serve you as well." That damned smile was enough for Amram to pull closer to the prince and kiss his soft lips again, this time he kept his tongue and caressed Zerah's lips only with his own, yet with the same passion he had had last night. The Prince's room was showered with the soft morning light, and this time their sex would be as gentle as it was.

Amram planted kisses after another onto the Prince's lips, slowly moving down to his neck and mending his hurt with all the love he could give, until he moved over to his heaving chest, circling Zerah's hard nipples with his tongue and putting them between his lips to gently squeeze them. The Prince's soft gasps echoed in Amram's ears, begging his uncle to take him again. Zerah's large areolas were darkened by his pregnancy, dripping with milk-like fluid as Amram sucked them, giving small licks while his lips were clasped onto the skin. Zerah's eager hands found Amram's thighs and traveled to knead on his already hardened rod, nimble fingers teasing him to release it so he could stroke it. Amram adjusted his pose, bringing his hips near the Prince's pillows and moving his lips to kiss his nephew's belly swollen by his brother's semen. Zerah's belly button had popped out and Amram planted a kiss on it before moving past it and reaching over to his dripping pussy. The Duke guided his nephew gently to spread his legs and kissed his hairy groin, touching the area between his hips and thighs while Zerah's hands unsheathed Amram's cock, the large veins on the fat shaft pulsed with fervor for him and Zerah's hands quickly began to stroke it rhythmically.

With one hand, Amram spread Zerah's swollen lips to reveal his throbbing clit. It had not seen much action since his plump belly had grown to cover it, and his uncle was determined to mend that too. His beard tickled Zerah when he began to lick his clit, Amram's tongue moved up and down, building pressure inside the Prince. The King had rarely pleased his son in such a way, and the Prince loved every moment, the man licking his nether regions knew what he was doing and showed him unheard gentleness. Unable to focus on stroking his uncle's cock, Zerah gasped again and put his hands over his mouth. Amram circled his entrance with two fingers, looking to enter it as he started to suck on the wanting clit, his fingers moving wonderfully, pressing the top of his opening from the inside, putting more marvelous pressure on Zerah's sensitive nerves so much so that his breathing got faster and faster by the moment. He wanted him to enter, use his cock to forcefully thrust in, and paint his insides with his cream again, but the Duke was not there to impale him, he wanted to please him in new ways.

A shiver ran down Zerah's spine, telling him he would soon come and Amram could feel his signals, moving his tongue and fingers faster, circling around the clit with his wet tongue like he had done to his nipples. With mere touch, Amram had made Zerah squirm, his hips pushing against the Duke's head and whimpering with pleasure. Suddenly, Zerah jerked up and let out a loud cry, his thighs almost clamping around Amram's head. The Prince's pussy contracted around Amram's fingers, his muscles sucking them with passion. The Duke laughed, enjoying the sight of a twitching prince.

"A-ah... Thank you..." Zerah whimpered as his uncle kissed him again with his lips drenched by the Prince's juices, "I apologize for not making you come..." he whispered again, ashamed of his incompetence. Amram chuckled a bit, "It's quite alright, boy, seeing you like this has given me everything I need right now."

"... But your shaft is still hard," Zerah stuttered, "Give me a moment and I can take it in..."

"No, you'd better rest now. We will have quite the night before us," Amram smiled and brushed Zerah's weary face with his hand, and the Prince was indeed in need of a rest. The past few days, he had been used from dawn to dusk, and in his state, he needed more sleep than the rest. Amram pulled his pants up and planted one final kiss on the Prince's lips before leaving and letting him rest. The prince did not know what was going to happen later that day, and he wasn't one to ruin a good surprise; as such, Amram decided to make his way back to the hallway.

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The stables were surprisingly warm when the duke stepped inside the stonewalled building. The servants had told him that his brother was there so he had made the short walk from the manor to the stable to talk with him in private. King Avram was brushing his horse's coarse snout with an even coarser brush, there was something bittersweet on his expression, which turned to a practiced smile fit for a royal when he saw his twin enter the stables.