All in the Search for an Heir
DISCLAIMER! Read This: This story will undoubtedly be too explicit for children to read. If you are under the age of 18, please navigate away from this page. This story deals with incest, rape, physical, mental, and sexual abuse, bondage, domination, submission, and contains a description of a female getting the shit kicked out of her. Unlike in pornography, between two consenting adults, or in writing, it is not acceptable to do anything like this to a partner who does not consent. It is cruel and malicious, and if you honestly want to do this to a loved one, or anyone for that matter, you need to seek professional help.
A lone furre walked through the abandoned ruins of a great old palace, flashlight in hand. This palace, once a perceived utopia centuries ago, now lay decrepit before this intrepid explorer. Entering a lavish room, fit for a princess, he upturned the mattress and unearthed a tattered and well worn leather bound diary, embossed with the name of a princess long since gone. Thumbing the cover ever so gently, his hand gracing over the name, this adventurer softly spoke "Lady Andrea?" Pocketing the diary, he finished looking through the ruins for anything of value; unfortunately, over the decades, vandals and thieves had left a once beautiful fortress destitute and in ruins. Walking out to an idling jeep, he climbed into the cab and turned on some music to drone out the unnerving silence of the surrounding area. Opening the journal and flipping through it quickly, he saw the pages had stood up well to the test of time; some pages, much to his shock and worry, seemed to have drops of rubies splattered on them. He figured he had best start at the beginning and work his way through this girls tale. Turning to the first page, he reclined in his chair and began to read.
~~~~~Diary entry 1st page~~~~~
My name is Princess Andrea Kith'r'in, first born child of Lord Shaden and Lady Shandi; they are the heirs to the throne of this our castle and our empire, here the year of our Lord, 1408. I needed a place to hide my thoughts from my mother and father; even now, I know they can hear me. It's not my voice they hear, but my thoughts; my graceful loving mother and manipulative father can read my mind and I know, deep down, they hate me. I'm an artic wolf, the apple of my mother's eye; my mother, however, is a white leopard and my father a black leopard. I am an artic wolf of the purest white; this has caused my poor parents great shame. When I was born, she was called a harlot and an adulteress and nearly executed; my father saved her and claimed I was his child.
Oh Lord, I wish one day to grow up as beautiful as her; her fur so soft and beautiful, her chest so ample and pert. I walked in on her just the other day and found her getting dressed; her chest stood up on its own without need for a corset! Standing at six foot four, she towers over me. Her striking blue eyes are always so inviting and forgiving; never once has she raised her hand to strike me and she never harms me for my faults. She's even promised to teach me a way to keep them from using their psionic powers on me before my thirteenth year; she said I deserve my privacy once I become a woman.
My father is almost her opposite; cold and chilling steel blue eyes and nearly nine feet tall, he dwarfs mother; if I truly am their child, I am such a runt. He's strong and almost ripples with muscle and isn't afraid to instill the fear of God almighty in me. I spoke out of turn the other day and he nearly slapped me through a wall. I don't mind his anger because I know I've earned it. I have the body of a mutt and a whore; I hear the rumors the servants spread about me in the halls. I stand at a staggering five and a quarter feet, mismatched eyes, and large child-bearing hips. I am to grow by leaps and bounds, it seems; just days before my coming of age for my first season in heat, my chest is already bigger than my mothers 36D. I can only imagine how large they'll grow as I become more mature.
I shame them with my appearance, I know it. I cry at night, wishing and praying to our Lord God so hard that he might make them love me. My father has the wings of a dragon, my mother the wings of an angel; I have no wings, and I doubt I ever will. My father looks so royal and handsome in his garments; though I cower when he approaches me wearing his blood red garments; he wears them because someone has really gotten on his bad side and it's easier to hide certain stains since they fade in so well to the fabric. My mother, so beautiful and elegant, always wears these silken dresses that match her eyes and show off her spectacular body. No matter how hard she tries to help me look pretty, I still look like a whore; I'm by no means skinny and it would be hard to call me fat. I fall somewhere pathetically in the middle. The gold and silver, the platinum and gems; they look so stunning on my parents. On me, however, they look tacky and gaudy.
If you are wondering, reader, why I am writing this, it is because I know I will die in a few years. Even if I pass on when I am my grandparent's age, I will still die long before your time no doubt. If something happens, I want you to know how it all happened; I never lie, not to you. I'll never have the pleasure of making your acquaintance, sir; I have no reason to lie.
I must go as I hear my father's feet shaking the ground under him; what have I done this time? I spied him earlier in his red garments. Watch over me, Lord.
~~~~~~End 1st page~~~~~~
Taking a deep breath, the explorer yawns and reclined his seat looking over the pages almost bored. Flipping the pages, he read her first page and just rolled his eyes. "Petty little bitch; no wonder their rule came to an end. An adulteress of a mother, an abusive power mad father, an insecure whore of a daughter... I might as well just read Shakespeare". Flipping to her next entry, he reached into the back seat of the cabin and grabbed a sandwich.
~~~~2nd page~~~~~
Oh Lord, please protect me! Take me far from here and hide me from his anger and his desire! The Emperor and Empress, my grandparents, have passed on to be with our Lord in the heavens above just last night. While they slept, death came quietly and quickly and stole them away; and my father is livid. He was told that with out a male heir his reign would only be in regency and without a male heir to carry on their bloodline, my mother and father cannot become the new Emperors of the land. I heard my mother scream for a moment this afternoon, and I walked in to find him atop of her, raping her as she struggled under his power. This scared me as the look in his eye was not my father's! It's under a day now until I become a woman and have my first season in heat; will I be his next victim? Why did he call his wife his sister? This is almost unreal. Can this be a test from God?
~~~~End second page~~~~~
Tucking in to his sandwich, he stopped for a moment as that last sentence ended in a sudden scribble; the bottom of the page was without writing but covered in dried blood. He swallowed hard, figuring her father had crept in and battered her. Turning the page, he was the page was covered in small little dried puddles, no doubt tears; what had he done to her?
~~~~3rd page~~~~
Happy birthday to me; my first season in heat. I awoke this terrible morning with a pounding headache; my father hit me over the head last night as I wrote. Upon awakening, I found myself tied down to my fathers bed, legs spread, and an unfamiliar scent in the air; the scent of my virgin body in heat. Naked, I only felt shame and fear; when I looked around, I saw my mother tied down in the same position by my side. I let out a sudden scream from shock, which woke her up; she looked over to me and nearly cried. Clasping my hand in hers, she whispered at me and tried to ease my mind; looking her over, I could smell my scent thicken in the air as I blushed in shame. My mother's body was so attractive; I wanted to be with her at that moment.
But it was at that moment father walked in, naked, his massive length hanging out in the air. My eyes went wide as I saw him erect and over a foot long and as thick as my wrist. Mother could have taken it with a bit of trouble because of how tall she was, but my smaller frame meant that this was going to hurt like nothing I've ever felt before. Sitting on the side of his bed, he gently graced his hand over her face ever so gently as he leaned down to kiss her. "We need a male heir, my love, or we will never become the rulers of this land. I'm sorry it has to be this way". Cutting her bonds, she didn't run; she wrapped her arms and legs around him so passionately and romantically that I had almost forgotten about my own bonds.
Slowly pressing deep inside of her, he made his way all the way inside of her and waited a few moments to let her become accustomed to his length. Drawing her claws down his back, he moaned into her fur and started bucking inside of her; I heard him whisper something into her ear which elicited a fast nod from her. Biting on her ear playfully, I clearly heard him whisper "Oh sis..." this caused mother to pull him deeper inside of him by tightening her legs. What did he mean by that? When he muttered that into her ear, she began moaning loudly; this, to me, was a relief. It overtook the lewd sound of his heavy balls slapping up against her rump. Hilting inside of her his nubby barbs stretched her wide and tied her to him. He unleashed, I prayed, all of his seed deep inside of her. Minutes passed until she gave him a soft nod; slowly tugging, his pulled his barb covered cock out of her and kissed her lips again before turning to me.
Mother came close and told me the family's secret; I was their daughter, but also their niece. When my mother turned my age and, like me now, entered her first season, her brother, my father, had taken her, he had raped her, taken her virginity and I was the product of that union, the product of his undying love for her. To keep me from being deformed from their incest, my grandparents extracted the blood of their favorite housekeeper; a well endowed young artic wolf named Natalie. My father needed a male heir so that we could ascend to the throne; so that I could finally become a true imperial princess.
Pulling at my bonds, I wanted to run and hide; but before I realized what was going on my mother had pressed her lips to mine. At that moment, all my fears had vanished as I felt father press his massive length to my slit. "Don't worry, dear; I've pleaded with your father to be gentle with you". Slipping the head of his shaft into me, my body tensed up in pain; my mother's hand roaming my body and her tongue in my mouth eased my fears. I almost whined in resistance when she broke our sweet kiss. To my surprise and delight, however, she moved on top of me and straddled my open maw. As soon as father cut my bonds, my hands moved to my mother's hips and pulled her down unto my awaiting tongue.
I could feel their slobber falling on my belly as they kissed each other as my mother had just kissed me. Slipping his rod inside of me, I almost found the pain tolerable and exciting; thrusting his shaft inside of me, I wrapped my legs around him to pull him deeper. Burying my tongue inside of her soft, sweet slit, I worked on my mother in all the ways I had dreamed. Pulling my legs from around his back, he pressed them to his chest and continued his wild, rampant thrusting until I felt a sharp pain run up my spine; my father had just tied inside of me his barbs flaring. I felt warmth inside of me, pleasant and radiating, as he flooded my belly with his seed; I felt warmth spread across my face as my mother orgasmed hard on my face, spreading a mix of his juices and hers across my maw. Nodding under her, he pulled his cock free of my slit and murred, laying at one side with my mother to the other side of me.
I saw my mothers breasts leaking milk and it had been so long since I had suckled her. I couldn't resist. I took her nipple into my mouth and suckled my mother dry of her milk... I heard my father moaning and felt him enter me again as I nursed my mother milk. Only 30 minutes had passed and he was taking me again! But it felt so good and her milk tasted so good I couldn't stop. I was soon thrusting back against my father's cock wanting him deeper inside me as I nursed from my mother; I feeling deep inside my womb began to grow as my father's thrusts quickened their pace.
I heard him call my name in loving passion as he filled me again. This time not letting any of his seed leak out he carefully kept his cock firmly planted with in me as he laid my leg down. Every thirty minutes he would switch from mother to me. For the first time in my life I knew my father to have a gentle side and I smiled to myself, feeling for the first time in my life the love I'd always wanted; a thought crossed through my mind, however. What if I'm carrying my father's child? As much as I enjoyed feeling their love, it scared me; I had just turned of age! What's going to happen to me?!
~~~~~End 3rd page~~~~~
Pumping furiously on his shaft, he whispered to himself about how much of a whore their little girl was; it wasn't long before he cummed over himself and even over the open book. He just shrugged, not caring that he had just ruined an artifact. "One more entry before I go to sleep," he thought to himself. Turning the page, he only saw two words scrawled across the page.
~~~~4th page~~~~~
I'm pregnant.
~~~~~End 4th page~~~~~