Bloodline Eternal
Copyright© 2025 by Victoria Kane
Chapter 4: Dawn & Aftermath
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: Dawn & Aftermath - Victoria discovers her father and grandfathers’ secret obsession with breeding her. She turns their desire into a ruthless competition.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Father Daughter Grand Parent FemaleDom Group Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism AI Generated
The first pale light of dawn crept through the open windows. It turned the candle flames to soft ghosts. The air was thick with the scent of sex, candle wax, and the faint jasmine drifting in from the terrace. The sheets were soaked. Elena’s body glistened with sweat. Her thighs trembled. Her pussy remained swollen and leaking a steady stream of mixed cum onto the linen.
Elena lay in the center of the bed. Utterly spent. Voice hoarse from crying out. Dark hair tangled across the pillows.
Edward and Victor flanked her. Breathing hard. Cocks still half-hard and slick despite the hours of exertion.
Something primal had taken over them both. Raw. Animal need stripped of all civility.
They had saved the final round for this moment. When her body was at its most open. Most receptive.
Edward moved first. Sliding between her legs with renewed purpose. He entered her in one savage thrust. Groaning like a beast at the wet heat that welcomed him.
“One last time,” he snarled. Voice gravelly from the night. “My seed will take. The Kane line demands it. I’m going to flood your womb until it’s overflowing with me. No room left for his.”
She’s mine now, Edward thought. After all this, she’ll carry Kane blood. My blood.
Elena arched wildly. Her hands clawed at his back. “Edward ... yes ... breed me ... I need to feel you plant it deep ... I need to carry...”
He fucked her with deliberate, brutal power. Deep, claiming strokes that made the bed creak and her body jolt. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed in the quiet room. The scent of their mingled arousal hung heavy.
Victor watched. Stroking himself slowly. Dark eyes feral with the same ancient drive.
He can thrust all he likes, Victor thought. But she’s been calling for me all night. She’ll take my seed deepest.
When Edward’s rhythm faltered—thighs trembling, breath ragged—Victor spoke. Voice low and dangerous.
“Together. One last time. Let the strongest seed win.”
Edward pulled back just enough. Victor moved in alongside him. Careful pressure until his thick head pressed in beside Victor’s shaft.
Elena cried out at the impossible stretch. Two cocks sliding into her pussy together. Filling her beyond anything she’d felt. The burn sweet and overwhelming. Her walls fluttering around the double intrusion.
They moved carefully at first. Short, coordinated thrusts. Victor grinding up while Edward pushed down. The friction was maddening. Every vein and ridge amplified. The wet, obscene sounds louder in the quiet room. The scent of their combined arousal thick and heady.
“Look at her,” Edward rasped. “Taking both of us. She was made for this.”
Victor’s hand cupped her face. “Made for us, amore. For whichever seed wins.”
Their pace built. Faster. Deeper. The rivalry forgotten in the shared, overwhelming pleasure.
Elena’s final orgasm crashed through her exhausted body like a wildfire. She clenched around them both, milking them in desperate, rhythmic pulses, crying out “Yes ... now ... breed me ... give me your baby!”
I’m breaking, she thought, tears spilling down her cheeks as pleasure shattered her. They’re both inside me — my father and his father — stretching me, owning me, flooding me. I’m nothing but theirs. Their vessel. Their sin. Their everything. I don’t want it to end. I want them to break me forever.
It broke them.
Victor first. Hips grinding deep as he flooded her in creamy waves. Groaning her name.
My daughter, Victor thought, release crashing through him like absolution. My blood inside my blood. The line renews through me — through us.
Edward seconds later. Forceful bursts that mixed with Victor’s. Pushing everything deeper.
The Kane empire secured, Edward thought, triumph surging even as pleasure overwhelmed him. My son will inherit everything — title, wealth, her.
They stayed inside her as long as they could. Hips rocking gently. Hands on her belly as if willing their seed to take.
When they finally separated, Elena lay spent and glowing. Cum leaking slowly from her swollen pussy. The sheets beneath her soaked.
The two men collapsed on either side of her. Breathing hard. Hands resting possessively on her abdomen, fingers occasionally brushing as if marking territory.
Edward broke the silence first. His voice was rough, edged with the fatigue of a long night yet still carrying that commanding certainty.
“The Kane blood has claimed her. My heir will be the one she carries.”
Victor’s fingers continued their slow, deliberate circles on her skin. His smile was private. Unreadable. Almost tender.
“Perhaps,” he said softly, the word barely louder than the dawn breeze. “Or perhaps the vine that bears the sweetest fruit is the one that grows in shadow.”
Edward’s hand stilled. He turned his head, ice-blue eyes narrowing.
Victor met his gaze, unblinking.
The light grew stronger outside.