The Violet Reckoning
Copyright© 2026 by Victoria Kane
Chapter 4: Chronicles of Master Eldrin Voss – Court Wizard II: The Request for Confirmation
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: Chronicles of Master Eldrin Voss – Court Wizard II: The Request for Confirmation - 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 6 – The Request for Confirmation
Month 4 after the ambush
The king summons me at dusk. The royal apartments are dim. Candles burn low. Ricelda rests on the bed. Gown open at the front. Belly exposed. Hand resting. The king stands beside her. Shirt unlaced. Breeches loose. Cock half-hard beneath the fabric.
He speaks without preamble. “Eldrin. I want a spell. Not for healing. Not for fertility. I want her to know. The precise moment my seed takes root. The exact instant the child begins. No waiting. No doubt. She will feel it. Every time.”
I bow. “It can be done, Sire. The Rite of Knowing is ancient. Dangerous in its intimacy. She will feel the moment the first seed burrows into the egg. A flash of heat. A flutter deeper than quickening. A certainty like lightning in her womb. She will know—beyond doubt—that your child has begun.”
Ricelda lifts her eyes. Voice soft but certain. “I want it.”
The king nods once. “Tonight.”
I prepare the rite.
I draw the circle in powdered moonstone and crushed starbloom around the royal bed.
I place candles at each cardinal point.
I light incense of silverroot and myrrh.
The air thickens. Smells of ozone and old parchment.
Ricelda lies on her back. Gown discarded. Legs parted. Cunt still swollen from the morning’s breeding. Slick and open. The king strips. Cock fully hard now. Thick. Veined. Ready.
He mounts her. Enters slowly. Fills her completely. She gasps. Arches. Wraps her legs around his waist. He begins to thrust. Deep. Steady. Pubic hair scraping her mound. Chest pressed to her breasts.
I stand at the foot of the bed. Staff in hand. Voice low. I chant the words. Old. Rhythmic.
The runes on her belly begin to glow violet. Faint at first. Then brighter.
The king fucks her harder. Faster. Growls against her ear. “Feel me. Feel it coming. When I spill you will know. You will feel our child begin.”
Ricelda’s nails rake his back. “Yes. Father. Give it to me. Make me know.”
He comes with a roar. Hips locked. Buried to the hilt. Pulses thick and heavy. Rope after rope floods her womb. On the fourth pulse the runes blaze bright violet.
Ricelda’s eyes fly wide. A sharp ecstatic cry tears from her throat. “I feel it! There—right there—the spark—the moment—it’s happening—your child—yours—”
She shudders. Clenches hard around him. Comes with him. Body drinks every drop. Tears stream down her cheeks. Not sorrow. Certainty.
The runes fade to a soft inner glow only she can feel. The chant ends. The candles dim.
The king collapses over her. Still buried deep. Kisses her tears. Her mouth. Her throat. “Again,” he whispers. “We do it again. Tonight. Tomorrow. Every day until you swell with the next. And every time—you will know. You will feel me make you pregnant.”
Ricelda nods. Legs tighten around him. Pulls him deeper. “Yes, Father. Breed me forever. Let me feel it every time.”
I bow. Step back. Staff dims completely.
I do not leave. I remain. Witnessing.
The spell holds. She will know every conception now. Every spark. Every flutter. Every child beginning in the exact instant his seed claims her egg.
The Violet Reckoning has taken root. And it will never stop.
Master Eldrin Voss
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