The Violet Reckoning
Copyright© 2026 by Victoria Kane
Chapter 2: The Wagon
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Wagon - After a brutal ambush, King Aric reclaims his violated daughter in a feral breeding frenzy. Obsessed with preserving the bloodline, he breeds her nonstop; litters of heirs follow. When war allows, he invades the guilty kingdom, forcing the rapist knights to breed their own kin in public cages. Generations loop inward in a perfect purple singularity. Years later: a heritage site, a carnival of continuity, a gift shop selling glowing rune and a wizard that keeps on observing (and more).
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction High Fantasy Horror Humor War Magic Cuckold Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew Grand Parent InLaws BDSM Humiliation Rough Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Masturbation Pregnancy Voyeurism Amputee Body Modification Public Sex Prostitution Revenge Royalty Violence AI Generated
The knights rode away into the dark. Hooves faded. Laughter echoed once, then died.
Only the wagon remained. Canvas torn. Moonlight sliced through the rents.
Ricelda lay on the cushions. Body slick and trembling. Cum leaked from her cunt in thick slow trails. Pooled beneath her hips. Dripped onto the silk. Twenty loads. Hot. Sticky. Mixed. Her thighs shook. Breasts rose and fell fast. Nipples tight from cold and aftershocks.
Aric knelt beside her. Breeches still open. Cock half-hard. Thick with veins. Still glistening from her. He stared at the mess between her legs. Seed of strangers smeared across her folds. Leaking from her swollen entrance. His breath came rough.
He reached out. Thumb brushed her clit. Gentle. Testing. Ricelda gasped. Hips twitched up. Body answered before her mind could catch up.
“Father,” she whispered. Voice cracked.
He did not speak.
He lifted her. Turned her. Placed her on hands and knees. Face toward the wagon’s rear. Ass presented. Cum dripped down her inner thighs in fresh rivulets.
Aric positioned behind her. Cock hardened fully again. Thicker than before. He rubbed the head through the slick mess. Coated himself in the knights’ seed. Then pressed forward. Slow. Inevitable.
She moaned low as he stretched her. Filled the space the twenty had used. His pubic hair, dark with silver threads, scraped her sensitive skin. He bottomed out. Held there. Let her feel every inch.
Then he began.
First position: dogged. Hands on her hips. Thrusts long and deep. Each stroke pushed the mingled cum deeper. Squelch filled the wagon. Wet. Obscene. Ricelda rocked back to meet him. Breasts swayed beneath her. Nipples brushed the cushions. She bit her lip. Tried to stay quiet. Failed. Soft cries escaped every time he bottomed out.
He fucked her steady. Controlled. Building her up. When she clenched hard around him, first orgasm after the violation, he growled low. Did not stop. Kept the rhythm. Let her ride the waves while he chased his own.
Second position: he pulled out. Flipped her onto her back. Legs over his shoulders. Folded her nearly in half. Cock slid back in. Deeper angle now. Hit places the knights had missed. Ricelda’s eyes rolled back. Hands clutched his forearms. Nails dug in. “Father ... deeper...”
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