Chapter 1: Two Sisters in Need of Their Brother's Seed

Las, God of Lust – The Aquamarine Palace

The storm howled around the Aquamarine Palace. It never ended. It always gusted and swirled about the floating home of the lesbian goddesses, Vedr and Throwia. The wind shrieked through the open window, a piercing scream that resounded through the ears of Las, God of Lust.

The Chains of Stone, manacles carved out of the bones of the world, bound the God spread eagle to a wall made of blue stone. It felt smooth against his back. Mother-of-pearl glittered across the floor, the scintillating play of rainbows dancing in the flash of lightning flooding through the window.

The God of Lust growled, his cock needing to erupt. He hadn’t had an orgasm in so long. He needed to cum. He needed to erupt. He was Lust given flesh. The chains clinked as he fought to break them.

None could snap the links. Not even Pater, the Father of All, had escaped these chains. They were unbreakable. Las was trapped. A prisoner to the mercies of the two Goddesses. His hand flexed in the cuffs while he drank in the feel of the cool wall on his back and ass.

It was stimulation. Blessed, wonderful stimulation. He could cum from anything. He just needed time.

The coral doors slid open and Throwia, Goddess of Suffering, sauntered in. She had a cruel look on her face, her eyes smoldering with delight. She was naked, her body curvy and sultry. Her tongue flicked over her lips as she approached.

“Daughter,” Las said, grinning with a lusty eye at the Goddess. Familial bonds didn’t mater to lust. To Las. “Hungry for more of my cum? I know you crave it. Your pretty wife cant give you everything you need.”

“Father,” she said with mock delight, “why, if you just give me what I want, I would gladly lie with you. You could father more demons to spread suffering throughout the world.”

Las gave a mocking sigh. “I’m afraid that your pussy, as delightful as it is, Daughter, is not worth what you’re asking.”

Fury flashed across her face. “Not worth it?”

“I mean, I’ve had it before. And better.”

She grabbed his cock. Squeezed. The pain made him groan in delight. Pleasure could be found down so many paths. The God of Lust’s dick throbbed in his daughter’s grip. He smiled at. Disgust flicked across her face.

Then she stroked him. She teased his cock, building that ache at the tip of his dick. His nuts, always brimming with cum, drank it in. She pressed her breasts against his naked chest. She leaned in and nibbled on his ear.

“Does Vedr like it when you do that?” he asked. His daughter had married Vedr, Goddess of Weather. To get permission from Pater, Throwia had chained him up and refused to release him until he gave his blessing.

He relented. Las would not.

“How do you make her cum, Daughter?” he asked. “Do you lick her pussy slowly. Do you tease her? Make her suffer until she’s begging for her orgasm.”

Throwia hissed and ripped her hand from her father’s cock. “You are not going to orgasm ever until you give me what I want.”

“You can go fuck yourself, daughter,” Las said. “Lust is not something that can be controlled. You can chain it up. Bottle it. Repress it. But it always explodes out in ways you can’t control.”

“I will go fuck myself,” she said in delight. “Because you’re certainly not.” She rubbed the tip of his cock.

He sucked in a deep breath, on the verge of cumming. She sensed his need and laughed. She whirled and strolled out of the room. He groaned, that ache building and building. Three years tied up. Three years without cumming.

He rubbed his back into the wall. He drank in the cool sensation on his skin and focused it on the tip of his cock.

Las erupted.

His cum spurted from his dick and soared to the window. Three blasts made it, the others splattering the walls and floor. He could feel his seed landing in the sea. On contact, new life was birthed. Three new daughters born. His seed was so virile. So powerful, new life could be created almost anywhere. A single-sex race obsessed with all the vagaries of fucking and lust.

Will they find him? wondered the God of Lust as his three daughters, mermaids all, swam through the sea.

Kurtis – Coral Isle, Jyou Sea

“They’re doing it,” Lasla said, grabbing my hand and pulling me and my twin sister along behind her. “Right now.”

“Who?” I asked. “Doing what?”

“Our mothers,” Lasla gasped. She threw a look around at me. “Right now.”

Lasla’s black hair swept about her face, the silvery highlights gleaming across the glossy locks. Her tan face was half-hidden in shadows. The moon shined full tonight. Bright. Not a cloud in the sky. It painted across the palm trees that rustled outside of the hut.

“They’re making love on the beach,” Lasla added as she kept pulling us along.

My dick twitched at that. At fourteen, it grew hard all the time. It ached. I masturbated it when I could, but it never felt like enough. And I was almost always hard. I was the only male on the island. The only person without breasts and a pussy. I was different from every other member of my family.

I was like our father.

“Should we be going out?” asked my twin sister, Pyrriah. She looked identical to Lasla, their tan faces holding the same cheekbones and lips, the same dainty noses, but my twin had fiery hair. Bright red, different from everyone else’s on my family’s island. Her hand clutched mine. “I mean, they wanted privacy, right. That’s why they’re on the beach.”

“But don’t you want to watch?” moaned Lasla. Her body trembled. The grass skirt she wore rustled about her thighs. The band of leaves wove to cover her growing breasts jiggled. Her eyes flashed silver with excitement. “Don’t you want to see them? What if Mother Azuliana takes her other form. Don’t you want to see what your mother looks like in all her glory?”

“She vowed never to take that form to Mother Sianili,” Pyrriah gasped. “Right, Kurtis?”

I nodded.

“Well, they’re still doing it!” Lasla hissed. “Mother Azuliana has the only other cock on the island. She might be making us a new sister with my mother.”

Though Lasla didn’t have the same mother as Pyrriah and me, she had the same father. We were all born at the same time, were practically triplets. Sianili was Lasla’s mother while Azuliana was Pyrriah’s and mine. Our father wasn’t around. He had come to the island where we lived and spent one night of passion with our mothers. They always smiled when they talked about it.

I suppose it made sense. He was a god. Las.

Lasla led us past the smokehouse, a hut where we smoked fish caught from the sea. None of our other sisters were up and about. We had two others, both older than us. Sianili and Azuliana were both their mothers. We entered the jungle around the clearing our family lived in. The palm trees rose over our heads. Flowering pink lokelani bushes dotted the path. Our bare feet crossed the hard-packed, sandy trail as it wound to the coral lagoon by our house.

I could hear the sounds of women moaning. My dick throbbed in my breechcloth made of coconut fibers. The heat swelled in me at the noises. Those were naughty sounds. The type of sounds two women making love would make.

“They really are doing it,” Pyrriah hissed in delight.

“Yes,” groaned Lasla. “It makes my blood on fire. Makes me want to do it, too. I’m getting so juicy. Aren’t you, Pyrriah?”

My twin sister nodded, her red hair swaying. Her fiery hue stood out from everyone eles’s.

“Juicy?” I asked, confused. It just made me hard.

“Our pussies,” Lasla said. “It’s making our pussies wet. Now let’s be quiet. We don’t want my mother to hear us.”

Mother Sianili had sharp ears. She was a sylph, a creature of air. She could feel the currents sweeping around her. There always seemed to be a breeze playing with her fine-white hair.

We crept forward up the small berm covered in grass that lay before the beach. We fell on our bellies, the three of us wiggling up to the crest. I had my sisters on either side of me as we peeked over the top to gaze out at the lagoon.

The waters sparkled with a frothy, glowing blue. It twinkled in the moonlight. Waves lapped up against the beach. The sand appeared silver tonight. I was so aware of my twin sister pressed on my side as my gaze found our mothers.

Lasla scooted closer to me.

I thought about them a lot when I played with myself. My twin more than Lasla, but not by much. They were both so beautiful and made me feel these powerful needs to just grab them and put my cock in them like mother did with Sianili.

“Look,” Lasla groaned. “They’re doing it.”

Sianili knelt on her hands and knees on the sand, her white hair dancing around in a flurry of breeze that seemed to touch only her. She was a slender woman, her breasts small mounds. An elegant and graceful beauty with yellow eyes and motherly smiles. She always had a warm hug and a greeting kiss on the cheek or forehead.

My mother, Azuliana, knelt behind Sianili, and was thrusting her clit-dick into the sylph’s pussy. My mother could control when she had a cock. She could make it come and go, expanding it out into a big dick or shrinking it down to a little clit. Unlike me, she didn’t have to have hers all the time. She also didn’t have balls.

Testicles.

Those annoying things that I had to be careful with. Getting kicked there once by Layla as a child taught me that lesson. But that was what made me male and everyone else female. Supposedly, beyond our island, was a world of males and females. Of races that had both sexes and other species, born of my father’s seed, who only had one.

Mother’s big tits heaved as she thrust her girl-dick into Sianili’s cunt. I groaned, watching my mother thrust away. Her blue hair swept around her face while the moonlight made her pale skin almost glow. Only Layla, Pyrriah, and myself were tanned. Another gift from our divine father.

“Oh, that’s so hot,” groaned Lasla. She squirmed on the grass beside me. “Mother Azuliana is really driving her cock deep into my mother’s pussy.”

“Mmm,” groaned Pyrriah. “It must feel amazing. Mother Sianili is just gasping and moaning.”

“So is our mother,” I groaned, grinding my hard cock into the ground beneath me. It ached more than it ever had in my life. I wanted to sneak away and relieve myself. Pump my hands up and down my cock until I exploded.

But it was also so exciting watching Mother’s big tits heave as she thrust her girl-cock into Sianili’s pussy. I liked breasts. All the tits of my family were exciting. Small breasts like Sianili had. Round breasts like Lasla, Pyrriah, and our sister Iliasa possessed. And big tits like the ones that graced Mother and our eldest sister Frelia.

I groaned as I watched Mother’s heave. They were hypnotic. My blood raced as our mothers moaned and gasped, their passion mixing with the sound of the sea washing up on the shore. The waves crashed with the same intensity as our mothers’ bodies came together.

Cock into pussy.

My dick throbbed.

“Azuliana, my love!” Sianili gasped. “Yes, yes, work that cock in and out of my pussy! Ooh, I want your cum in me! Pump me full of your dragon-seed!”

My mother was a dragon. Well, a half-dragon. She had a naiad mother which made her different. I didn’t quite know what that meant. There was so much beyond our island that I didn’t know about. We had to stay here. It wasn’t safe out there.

People hated Mother for being a dragon.

I didn’t see why. She was amazing.

“I’m going to cum, my windy wisp!” Mother howled. She thrust her hips forward. She buried to the hilt in Sianili’s cunt and cried out in ecstatic delight.

Memories of my own eruption of white seed shot through me. How it pumped out of my cock. The way the pleasure slammed into my mind. How it made me reel in delight. How this amazing heat would pump through me and make me see stars.

Mother looked like she was having just as much fun. Her breasts heaved, Sianili moaned, too. Her body quivered, the wind whipping at her hair going wild. It danced and spiraled around the sylph’s hair.

“Oh, my, yes,” gasped Pyrriah. “Mother Sianili is having a good one.”

“Right!” gasped Lasla. “You like rubbing your coochie, too?”

“Uh-huh,” Pyrriah moaned.

“Girls do that?” I gasped.

“We don’t have cocks like you do, but we sneak off and rub ourselves,” Lasla said. “You fire a lot of cum when you do it.”

I gasped, “You spy on me.”

“And rub myself. It makes me cum real hard.”

My cheeks blazed at that. My dick throbbed even harder. I really, really wanted to slip off into the jungle to be alone. But they knew what I was doing. That I was stroking myself. Embarrassment washed through me.

“Mmm, that was good,” moaned Mother. She pulled her girl-dick out of Sianili’s pussy. It gleamed, soaked in juices.

To my surprise, Sianili turned around and opened her mouth. She sucked on Mother’s cock. My eyes bulged at the sight. It was something I had never even considered. Never imagined. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down Mother’s cock.

“Suck off all those pussy juices,” purred Mother, her large breasts swaying. “You drenched my cock.”

“Oh, wow,” Pyrriah gasped. “I didn’t ... I mean ... Wow.”

“Right,” Lasla said. Our sister squirmed. “Want to do it to Kurtis’s cock?”

“Suck on it?” my twin asked.

Lasla nodded, delight in her eyes. “What do you say, brother? Want your naughty sisters to suck on your cock and make you cum like Mother Azuliana?”

The idea was so wild. So naughty. It made my dick ache like nothing had in my life. I groaned and nodded my head. This heat swept out of me. This couldn’t be happening. They would touch it? Like our mothers touched each other?

Wasn’t that incest? A crime?

“I know,” Lasla purred as if she could read my mind. Sometimes, it felt like she had also shared the womb with Pyrriah and me. “Incest. That makes it hotter. Our father would be so happy with us. Ooh, he would just love it if we did naughty things together.”

“He would?” I asked, my dick throbbing.

“I mean...” Pyrriah snuggled closer. “I’ve always loved you, Kurtis. I’ve always dreamed of us being together.”

“Don’t leave me out of it,” Lasla cooed. “We’re your sisters, Kurtis. Who better to suck your cock?”

“Yeah,” I said, my dick throbbing. “Yeah, that’s right.” It felt so correct as I said it out loud. They were my sisters. I was so hard. I wanted more than anything to spurt my white seed into their mouths. To have my orgasm. “Let’s go.”

I crawled back down the slope, not wanting our mothers to catch us. My sisters moved with me. Then we were standing up. They clung to me, Pyrriah on my right, Lasla on my left. They pressed their bodies tight. I could feel their breasts pressing into me through the woven bands of fronds they wore over their round tits. They were both so beautiful. Nearly identical save for their hair color.

“Oh, brother, we’re going to suck your cock, so good,” Lasla cooed. “I’ve been practicing.”

“You have?” Pyrriah gasped. “On what?”

“Bananas.” She grinned. “I mean, they’re not as straight or thick, but they’re close enough.” Pyrriah giggled. “I didn’t even know you could suck one. I just thought he would slide into my coochie and make me feel so good.”

What would it be like in her coochie? Like my hand but ... wetter? They said they got juicy. I had so much to learn.

I boldly marched them off the trail towards a little clearing I knew of. We pressed through the brush. We’d have plenty of privacy. It was where I liked to go to stroke one out. None of my sisters came here.

“I hope Frelia is sleeping,” I muttered. “If she caught us, she’d run straight to our mothers.”

“Don’t let her stop you,” said Lasla. “You’re the man on the island, Kurtis.”

Pyrriah nodded, her eyes bright.

“So it’s your job to stand up to girls,” Lasla continued. “To be big and strong like one of the heroes in Mother’s stories. Like Thrak.”

“But he was just helping Lady Angela out,” I gasped. “She was the true hero.”

“But Thrak had all those muscles and was so big and powerful.” Lasla pressed her tit, through her breast band, into my arm. “Just like you’re becoming. I can tell. You already have those muscles. So hard. Not soft at all.”

“Mmm, so strong,” cooed Pyrriah.

“Really?” I asked, a big grin splitting my lips.

“So strong,” cooed Lasla. “Makes me so wet when I see you out working, your muscles flexing beneath your tan skin.”

“Your body gleaming with sweat,” moaned Pyrriah. “I have to go rub my coochie every time.”

Delight thrilled through me. “I had no idea.”

“You’re handsome, brother.” Layla cooed. “That’s why we have to do things with you.”

“Like suck my cock,” I said, grinning. We reached the clearing. “I want that. On your knees and suck my cock.”

“Yes!” Pyrriah moaned. She sounded excited that I had given her an order. She darted in and kissed me on the mouth.

This was no sisterly kiss. This was a kiss like the one our mothers shared. It was hot and exciting. Her tongue darted through my mouth. She swirled it around, stirring me up. My dick twitched and throbbed as I felt her body against mine. She felt so delicious. So soft and wonderful. She had this aroma around her. Tangy and exciting.

Then she broke it and Lasla swept in. She kissed me with greedy hunger. Her tongue brushed my lips like she was inviting me in. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, tasting how sweet she was. She sucked on it which made my dick ache and throb. Heat rushed through my body. A wild swirl that had me dizzy.

I groaned and panted, chest heaving. Lasla grinned at me. Then she dropped her knees. Pyrriah was already down there. It felt so amazing standing over my sisters. I rested my hands on their black and red hair, savoring the feel of them.

They grabbed my breechcloth and pulled it down. I groaned as my cock popped out. It bobbed before me, hard and aching, just ready for them to do naughty things to it. To suck on it the way Sianili had with mother’s girl-cock.

“Oh, wow,” Pyrriah moaned. Her hand grabbed my dick. I gasped at the feel of her touching me. It was so different from my own hand. She stroked up and down me. “That’s amazing. He’s so warm but he’s not as hard as I thought. I mean, he’s a little spongy.”

“But still so erect,” groaned Lasla. She, too, sounded awed by the sight of my hard cock. Then her hand joined our sister’s. “Ooh, he throbs. Is that his heartbeat?”

“Yes,” I groaned, their hands feeling amazing. Theirs were so much softer than my own, their fingers more delicate. I smiled at the feel of them caressing me. They both beamed up at me, too, their eyes sparkling in the moonlight. This was so exciting.

Amazing, even.

My sisters both leaned in and kissed the sides of my cock. Lasla’s lips felt a little bolder. Hers had a slight nibble to them. I shuddered, this intense pleasure shooting down my cock to my balls. I groaned, savoring the feel of their lips. It was sensual. Way better than masturbation.

Lasla’s tongue flicked out and caressed across my crown. She brushed Pyrriah’s lips. This was even more exciting. All this lust and passion swept through me. I couldn’t believe this was truly happening to me.

“Now,” Lasla said, feverish heat in her eyes, “we want to get his crown nice and wet before we slide him into our mouths.”

“He’s so big,” cooed Pyrriah. “Will he fit.”

“Hopefully,” Lasla said and winked up at me.

I felt like such a stud. So powerful having my two sisters playing with my cock. Loving it. Complimenting it. I grinned as they both fluttered their tongues over my crown. They brushed each other. Lips caressed as they bathed my dick’s tip. They were almost kissing.

That was as exciting as what they were doing to my cock. My balls grew tense. I shuddered, so shocked by how great this felt. I could erupt at any moment, but that meant I wouldn’t get to feel this any longer.

So I forced down that urge to erupt, wanting this to last. Mother didn’t erupt the moment Sianili swallowed her girl-cock. I could do that much. My chest rose and fell as my sisters caressed their tongues over me, sweeping around my dick. Teasing me.

It was amazing. They fluttered their tongues. They caressed over my cock, stroking me. They delivered such wonderful bliss to me. I groaned, savoring the rapture that my two sisters’ tongues showered across my dick. I grinned down at them.