The Violet Reckoning
Copyright© 2026 by Victoria Kane
Chapter 3: Chronicles of Master Eldrin Voss – Court Wizard I
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3: Chronicles of Master Eldrin Voss – Court Wizard I - 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
Entry 1 – The Return to the Palace
Third day after the ambush in Eldwood Forest Location: Royal apartments, inner sanctum
The king and princess returned at dawn. Guards at the outer gates stood silent as the damaged wagon passed. No banners flew. No horns sounded. The court had already heard the whispers carried by ravens: the princess defiled, twenty men, the alliance with Mercia broken.
I was summoned at once. The king carried Ricelda through the servants’ passages to avoid the main halls. He laid her on the great bed in the royal apartments. Stripped the ruined gown. Bathed her with his own hands. Warm water. Soft cloths. He washed the blood and seed from her skin. She allowed it. Eyes half-lidded. Body pliant. When his fingers brushed the swollen folds between her thighs she hissed softly. Then arched into his touch.
He did not enter her that morning. He held her. Chest to her back. Arm banded around her waist. Hand resting on her flat belly. He whispered against her hair. Words I could not hear from my position at the door. But the tone was possessive. Protective. Almost reverent.
I stood witness as ordered. Staff in hand. Quill ready. The king did not acknowledge me yet. His focus remained on her. On the marks left by the twenty men. On the seed still leaking slowly from her cunt onto the sheets.
Entry 2 – First Night After Return
Third night
The king kept Ricelda in seclusion. Guards at every door. Only midwives and I permitted entry.
He entered her for the first time since the ambush at midnight. No ceremony. No words. He lifted her gown. Positioned her on her back. Legs parted. Cock already hard. Thick. Veined. He entered her slowly. Filled her completely. She gasped. Arched. Wrapped her legs around his waist.
He thrust deep. Steady. Pubic hair scraping her sensitive skin. Chest pressed to her breasts. He fucked her for nearly an hour. Changed positions twice. First on her back. Then on her side. Spooned behind her. Arm around her waist. Hand splayed over her belly.
He came inside her twice. First load thick and heavy. Second after a short rest. Pulled out. Let her feel the emptiness. Then entered again. Spilled once more. Overflow leaked down her thighs. Pooled on the sheets.
Afterward he held her. Cock softening inside her. Hand still on her belly. Whispered against her ear. “Mine. All mine.”
I noted the volume of seed. The duration of each release. The way her body clenched around him. The faint tremor in her limbs when he finally withdrew.
Entry 3 – Obsession Takes Root
Seventh day
The king’s behaviour shifts. He no longer leaves the apartments for more than an hour. Meals brought to the room. Council meetings cancelled. He keeps Ricelda in bed or on his lap. Fucks her three times daily. Morning. Afternoon. Night.
Positions vary. On her knees over the edge of the bed. Facing him astride his lap. Bent over the windowsill with the curtains drawn. Always deep. Always claiming. Always ending with his hand on her belly. Pressing. As if he could feel something already.
He speaks of the bloodline constantly. “No trace of them remains. Only mine. I will fill you until the court sees only Wessian blood in the nursery.”
He orders the midwives to check her daily. No quickening yet. No signs. But he breeds her regardless. Seed spills. Leaks. Dries on her thighs. He wipes it away only to replace it.
Entry 4 – The Fixation Grows
Fourteenth day
The king now refers to her womb as “the sanctuary.” He forbids any man but himself near her. Guards doubled. Servants screened. He fucks her four times daily. Sometimes five. Positions become ritualistic.
He takes her on the throne in the private solar. She astride him. Riding slow while he grips her hips. Hand on her belly. “Feel me claim it. Feel me erase them.”
He takes her against the wall. Legs wrapped around his waist. Thrusts upward. “No foreign seed will ever touch this again.”
He takes her on the floor. On her hands and knees. Chest to her back. “I will flood you until the line is pure. Until every child is mine.”
He comes inside her each time. Thick. Heavy. Overflow runs down her thighs. He scoops it with his fingers. Pushes it back in. Whispers. “Stay. All of it. Mine.”
Ricelda responds. Body opens. Hips rise to meet him. Moans his name. “Father. Fill me. Make it yours.”
The obsession is complete. He speaks of heirs. Plural. Litters. An army of his blood. “The bloodline will be iron. No dilution. No question.”
I observe. Record. The king does not yet ask for spells. But the need grows.
He will ask soon.
Entry 5 – First Conception Confirmed
Month 8 after the ambush
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