Bloodline Eternal
Copyright© 2025 by Victoria Kane
Chapter 3: The First Weigh-In
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3: The First Weigh-In - 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
By noon the archive room had been transformed.
Victoria sat naked in Grandpa Edward’s high-backed leather chair, legs crossed demurely, a crystal champagne flute in one hand. In front of her on the antique desk: three crystal specimen cups, each labeled in her elegant handwriting.
RICHARD
EDWARD
VICTOR
Behind the desk, a large whiteboard she’d had staff install that morning. Columns already drawn:
DAY | COUNT | MOTILITY % | VOLUME | BONUS | TOTAL
The three men stood in front of her in a loose semicircle, shirts unbuttoned, trousers open, cocks in various states of hardness. The air smelled of expensive cologne, nervous sweat, and raw arousal.
Victoria smiled like a queen on judgment day.
“Rules reminder,” she said, voice light and cruel. “You stroke. You fill the cup. I watch. You talk — convince me why your seed deserves my womb more than the others. Best performance today gets me tonight. Lowest ... watches from the corner with his hands tied.”
She uncrossed her legs slowly, letting them see how wet she already was.
“Begin.”
They obeyed instantly.
Richard — Daddy — stepped forward first, wrapping his big hand around his thick, curved shaft. His hazel eyes locked on hers as he started a slow, deliberate stroke.
“Look at this cock, princess,” he growled, voice low and possessive. “The one that made you. Thickest of the three — going to stretch that perfect little pussy until you scream ‘Daddy’ again. My loads are heaviest — always have been. I’ll flood you so deep no one else stands a chance.”
His left hand fisted at his side — the tell she already knew meant he was fighting not to come too soon.
Edward, never one to be outdone by his own son, moved in next. His silver hair caught the light as he gripped his straight, veiny length with aristocratic precision.
“Youth is overrated,” he said coolly, stroking with measured control. “Experience breeds success. My seed built this empire — pure, undiluted Kane. Highest motility in my last physical — seventy-two years old and still out-swimming men half my age. I’ll put the true heir in you, girl. One perfect shot straight to your egg.”
His breathing stayed even, but his fingers traced an invisible line across his hip — the possessive gesture he always made before release.
Victor laughed softly, stepping between them, his uncut cock already glistening at the tip. He stroked with elegant, twisting pulls that made the foreskin glide smoothly.
“Listen to these Kane men and their purity nonsense,” he said, dark eyes dancing. “My bloodline brings culture, passion, artistry. This cock” — he angled it toward her — “has made women weep in three continents. My volume is creamy, potent — Lang sperm swims like it’s on vacation in Tuscany. I’ll paint your womb, tesoro. One elegant, perfect masterpiece.”
Victoria sipped her champagne, letting them see her thighs press together.
“More,” she commanded. “Convince me.”
Richard’s pace quickened, his thick head darkening. “I’ll breed you better than either of them ever could. You’re my little girl — my body knows yours. I’ll pump you full every night until that belly swells with Daddy’s baby.”
Edward’s voice dropped to a gravelly command. “I made him. My seed is the source. Anything he gives you is just diluted me. Let Grandpa show you what real Kane potency feels like — deep, deliberate, unstoppable.”
Victor’s hips rolled in that slow, grinding rhythm. “Both of you fuck like you’re closing a deal. I’ll fuck her like she’s art. Slow, deep, until she’s begging in Italian. My cum tastes sweetest — she’ll swallow every drop before I fill her womb.”
Their strokes grew frantic, voices overlapping in a filthy chorus.
“I’ll stretch you widest—”
“My motility will out-swim both—”
“My load will drown their weak shots—”
Victoria leaned forward, breasts swaying, and spoke softly.
“Cum for me. Now. Show me who wants it most.”
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