The Night with the Wolf

"I was thinking," he panted. "This man you're set to marry, you said he cares for you, right? More than his own life, right? Well than surely he wouldn't mind raising our abomination."

Her eyes widened. This had not been part of her plan. "Liej, wait! Listen, I'm not g-OH!" she shrieked in pain and surprise as he brought his hand down against her ass with a punishing spank. He followed that up with another spank, which combined with his pounding thrusts pushed her toward another orgasm.

"You're... still mine... for a... little while longer," he panted, voice tight. "If... I want... to cum inside you... I..." And with one final thrust, it was done. She could feel the seed pouring into her, right up against her cervix into her womb, setting off her most intense orgasm yet. She was vaguely aware of her back arching, and her throat vibrating. She must have been screaming. She couldn't hear, couldn't see, and couldn't feel anything except for Elijah's huge, pulsing cock inside her and his hot spunk flooding her. There was so MUCH. She hadn't expected him to cum inside her, hadn't wanted to be pregnant with his child, but...

As the warmth of his seed filled her womb, she silently hoped that it would take root. As that final, dark desire coursed through her mind, she passed out.

She woke up perhaps a few minutes later. She was sprawled over the desk, Elijah's cum still dripping from her sore, gaping cunt. She giggled happily, scooping some with her finger and licking it off. Delicious. She had always wondered what he tasted like.

Elijah was lying spread-eagled on the wolfskin rug, still panting heavily from exertion. He raised his head to look at her. "Liz, I..." Guilt covered his face. "Oh God. What have I done?"

"You've used your authority to force yourself upon your own sister and took her virginity," Elizabeth said matter-of-factly. "And on top of that, you came inside her."

He slowly climbed to his feet, not meeting her eyes. "I could say I'm sorry," he said softly, "but what difference would that make? Even if you enjoyed it, I still..."

She slid off the desk, rolling her eyes. She bent to pick up her white sash, mopping it against her forehead to collect her sweat. Then she held it up and spat on it. Elijah looked at her, confused. She ignored him, instead looking for his belt, and his sword. She picked it up and slowly drew it. Elijah took a deep breath, closing his eyes and raising his chin. He probably thought she was going to strike him down in revenge or some such nonsense. Moron. She ran her thumb along the blade's single edge, yelping slightly as it cut her skin. As blood welled from the cut, she pressed her thumb into the sash, leaving a red bloodstain. Finally, she lowered the blood, sweat, and spit-stained cloth to her pussy to collect the final two ingredients: her vaginal fluid and Elijah's cum.

When Elijah opened his eyes, Elizabeth was kneeling before him, holding out the white sash that contained each of her four fluids and his essence, all the ingredients necessary for a binding ritual. "I humbly offer you my obedience," she intoned.

Elijah just stared at her, uncomprehending. "A Binding? What-" He swallowed. "Liz, are you certain? What of the man you said you would marry?"

She raised her head, grinning mischievously. "I don't remember saying anything about getting married. I only said I had on my eyes on a man. A man who is kind, intense, brave, stupid, and cares for me more than his own life." She patted the wolf skin rug. "Ringing any bells?"

She had to laugh as the truth finally dawned on him. He was so adorably stunned. "You don't mean-"

"That's right. I've always wanted you, Liej. Just like you always wanted me."

"What?! For how long?"

"Ten years. Since the night with the wolf. Please," She held up the sash. "Please take me and make me yours forever. Please never send me from your side. You're the only man I have ever wanted, and I would rather be your whore than any other man's wife."

"If... if this is some kind of cruel joke-"

"Take it," she whispered on the verge of tears.

He took the sash with shaking hands. In a low voice he said, "You are mine," and it was done. The ritual was complete.

She looked up at her brother, her master, the man who owned her body and soul, and smiled wickedly. "You're going to need that, Liej. I suspect I'll be quite difficult to handle."

"Blow me," he retorted.

"Is that an order, sir?"

"Sure, why not."

She knee walked forward and gingerly grasped the base of his cock in her hand, running her tongue along a bulging vein. He had never gone completely soft, and under her tender ministrations his semi-erect cock began to stiffen and rise once more. She slid her tongue to the underside of the broad head, licking lightly, and looked up at him. "By the way, I hope you're willing to raise our abomination," she said, fingering her cum soaked pussy.

Elijah threw back his head and laughed. "I suppose the Goodking line needs an heir, abomination or no."

She kissed the tip of his cock. "Oh? And what if I bear a girl abomination?"

"Then I guess you'll just have to bear more," he said, stroking her hair.

"My womb is yours," she stated as she lowered her head to suck on his sac. "I'll carry as many abominations as you want." He gasped in pleasure as she sloppily slurped on both of his balls. Then she pulled back. His cock, now fully erect, was an awe (and lust) inspiring sight.

"This is really happening," He mumbled, as if just now accepting it. "You really want to stay here with me forever."

"Of course I do, stupid head," she whispered, "I'm your Liz." And with that, Elizabeth pushed her mouth as far around his massive cock as it would go, exulting in the taste. She was finally home.

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Father picked up Liej's limp body, cradling him in his arms. Liej's shoulder and chest were a mass of blood. "He's still alive!" Father shouted to his men. "We can't move him. You there, call the surgeon, tell him to get his ass here NOW! My only son and heir is bleeding out! You and you, take the beast back to my manor. I'd say the kid's earned himself a new rug. If he survives, that is." Next to Liej was the corpse of the wolf, a small stick protruding from the ruin of one of its eyes. Father gently laid Liej on the ground and stood up. "Well what are ya standing there for? MOVE!" Father's men jumped and moved to do his bidding

"The kid really killed it?" asked one of the hunters, incredulous.

"Of course he did. He's a Goodking, not some peasant!" Father stepped away, shouting more orders to his underlings.

Liej coughed and opened his eyes. Liz rushed to his side. "Liz," he rasped, eyes unfocused.

"I'm here," she whispered, clutching his hand.

"Did I save you?"

Her vision became blurry and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "Yeah."

"Liz..." he coughed. "I'm sorry... sorry that you... can't inherit..." he coughed again. "Know we're not... that different... but girls are property... don't want you to be... sad..."

"Hush, stupid head," she said softly. "I don't care about that anymore. In fact, I wanna be your property. Your Liz. Okay?"

"My Liz." His eyes closed as he lost consciousness.

"Yours," Liz hissed fiercely, squeezing his hand. "So don't you die."

The doctor arrived a few minutes later to disinfect and sew up the wound. Once he was out of danger they carried the still unconscious Liej back to the manor. He awoke two days later with an ugly scar and no memory of their whispered conversation on the forest floor. But Liz never forgot.

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And now, ten years later, she knelt before him, finally happy, finally his in every way imaginable. His moans of pleasure were sweeter to her than any music as she bobbed her head and sucked hard on his cock, her only goal to please him. Her fingers were hard at work in her sopping, cum soaked and possibly pregnant pussy, spurring her ever closer to yet another amazing orgasm. He seized her head and shouted her name, and she greedily swallowed his hot cum as it spurted into her throat, cumming right along with him.

Liz and Liej collapsed onto the wolf's pelt, panting and holding each other close, their hunger for each other sated at last.