Chapter 3

The elderly mayor of Rosecliff Village declared war on witchcraft and wizardry. However, Rosecliff Village was short on soldiers to fight Mayor Mirthhorn’s war. And so, Mathew Mirthhorn put into effect a radical law to boost his village’s birthing rate.

The women of Rosecliff Village were expected to contribute to the war effort by bearing and birthing the children of retired soldiers, including Katrina.

Without hesitation, Katrina accepted and adhered to the new law of Rosecliff Village. After all, Katrina didn’t truly desire to bear and birth Garret’s bastard. So, Katrina obediently opened her lovely long legs for Captain Griffith. The elderly man was retired but still an influential figure in Rosecliff Village. He was one of Mayor Mirthhorn’s trusted friends as well. It was for that reason Katrina’s father chose Captain Griffith to impregnate her first.

He approached and advanced toward the beautiful, busty blonde. Then Captain Griffith teased and tantalized Katrina’s young cunt with his muscled, meaty cock. Instantly Katrina moaned, mewling as the captain’s cock penetrated and pierced her hot cunt. Without hesitation, Captain Griffith moved, massaging Katrina’s cunt with his hard cock to prepare her for his rough and rugged thrusts.

Her lusty, large breasts enchanted and enthralled the retired captain, though. He smirked and squeezed Katrina’s right breast. “Oh! Harder, sir! I need to have you deep in me!”

“Don’t worry, girly! I’ll leave your young cunt gaping after I’m done with you.”

“Do you promise?”

He chuckled and caressed Katrina’s pink, plump nipple with his thumb. “Of course, Katrina!”

“Oh, fill me up!”

“I will, you minx!”

Soon enough, Captain Griffith was plunging, pumping his hard cock in and out of Katrina’s cunt. Meanwhile, Katrina scratched and scraped his hairy chest with her fingernails. “Yes! Oh, yes! My womb is ready for you, captain!”

“Take it, Katrina!”

“Give it to me, captain!”

“That’s a good slut.”

She had never been called such a name. And yet, Katrina liked it. “Oh, yes! Oh, I’ll be your dirty girl, captain.”

Her young cunt was overwhelmed, overflowing with the captain’s seed. But still, Katrina needed more to satisfy the starved and salacious slut she was. “Suck, you slut!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Daddy.”

The elderly mayor was sitting in an armchair by the fireplace. But then, Katrina was soon perched on his lap. “Oh, daddy. I can’t sleep.”

She wore her typical thin white thigh-length, lacy silk sleeveless nightdress. The straps of her nightdress were falling off of her shoulders, however. Her lovely, large breasts spilled and seduced the elderly mayor once more. He groped, grabbing Katrina’s left breast with his bony, skeletal fingers. “Why are you doing this to me, Katrina? You truly are damned, my daughter.”

He pushed, parting Katrina’s long legs apart with his right hand. A wet patch had formed on Matthew Mirthhorn’s pants, though, as fresh, fragrant fluids leaked from his daughter’s young cunt. “D-Don’t you still love me, daddy?”

“Of course, Katrina. You, my girl, are the daughter us fathers want, though. That is why you’re damned, cursed, my child.”

“Please help me, daddy.”