They’d all grown up in a happy household and a peaceful land. Maksim’s rule as king had been characterized by friendship with our neighbors, building good trade routes and expanding our own infrastructure. Of course, Maksim was a warrior king, just like his father and mine, but while our army hadn’t been neglected, and there were occasional skirmishes with bandits and marauders on the borders of Estana, there were no wars.
Aiden had taken over day to day command of the forces, and kept them trained and equipped to the highest standards. Maksim had named him Duke of the North Province, and he and Maria had a grand palace near the capital, some of the best gardens in the kingdom and more money than they could ever hope to spend. Their children and ours had grown up together, and were more like cousins than simple friends.
As for my mother, things between us had quickly gone back to normal once my stepfather was no longer in the picture. She quickly stopped being the cold, hard governess I’d come to know and reverted to the loving and kind woman I remembered from my childhood. She was the best grandma our children could hope for and made up for past mistakes by working hard with the poor and destitute women of the city. Even Eyrie had settled and calmed, making a surprisingly close friend for Falroy.
Speaking of whom, the old fox was looking a little silver around the collar, but he was still going strong. My mom told me that back in our own country, it wasn’t unheard of for animal companions to go on living well past any expectations had they been wild, their lives expanding to meet those of their bonded human. I could well believe it. He’d already outlived all expectations.
But that wasn’t all—he’d found himself a vixen and given us all puppies to dote on. The two of them had become such a common sight with their little brood that the gate guards had taken to saluting them as they came into the castle, and wishing them good hunting when they left.
“I can’t! Maksim, please. Tell me, let me…I need to…I need…”
“Say it. Tell me what you need. Tell me what you fucking want.”
I whimpered, rolling my hips to get more friction, closing my eyes tight against the building crescendo. “Your cum,” I begged. “Give me. Fill me. Make it drip down my legs. I need it inside me, my king.”
“Good girl,” he said, stroking my hair, then tugging it tight. “Good fucking girl. I am your king. I am your god. And what else am I?”
“Maksim…”
“What fucking else am I?” He moved faster, his cock like a hot poker inside my hypersensitive pussy. “Say it. Fucking say it. Tell me what I am.”
“My…” I gasped, panting, trying to move with his thrusts but finding myself out of time. The orgasm threatened to take over but I held off. Just a little longer. Just three more words. I breathed out, moaning with need. “Your…my…brother…”
“Fucking right I am…” he muttered.
The release came all at once, blacking the edges of my vision as he rode me throughout. I felt him slapping my ass, felt his dick moving back and forth, spurting cum, filling me, planting inside. Somehow I knew, somehow I always knew. Something about the way we were with each other, perhaps hearkening back to the agreement between our fathers, before I was even born. It tied us together as one, gave me a sixth sense, and I just knew…
His seed was taking root. Baby number six.
THE END