Chapter 17: Chapter 17: The Daughter Arrives

I turned back to the pleasure.

The pleasure of my crotch being thoroughly lubricated by two desperate tongues.

One hand patted the dog’s head. The other patted the pig’s head.

Both working diligently. Both competing for my attention.

Without looking away from this beautiful art, I spoke.

“Don’t interrupt me during their feast.”

My voice was cold. Directed at the pathetic heap on the floor.

“And forget about the choice for you.”

I finally glanced at father. Just for a moment.

“Scum like you. Shit like you. Belongs in the gutter.”

A devil’s grin spread across my face.

“Consider yourself exiled.”

I heard his cry. Pathetic. Broken.

“Helena… Helena please…”

He was calling for mother. Begging. As if she would save him.

I didn’t look. Didn’t care. My focus was on my next move.

“Well, aunt and grandma.”

Both women paused their licking. Looked up at me with wet faces and desperate eyes.

“You’ve earned the right to stay. Congratulations.”

Relief flickered across their broken expressions.

“And now, I’d like to announce the new rules of our house.”

I smiled down at them.

“You two will roam around the household in those outfits of yours. Showing your asses. Even the hole openings that the master craftsman put so much effort into.”

I tugged aunt’s leash.

“On all fours. To the whole household. Every single worker will see you.”

I stood and walked to the dining chair. Sat down elegantly. Crossed my legs.

“Of course, this is a choice from a kind soul.”

I stroked my cock slowly.

“And I offer an easy alternative.”

My voice dropped.

“Take my cock inside your genitals. Inside your pussy.”

I paused.

“For now.”

The room went dead silent.

Before, there had been heavy breathing. Pain sounds. Shuffling bodies.

Now? Nothing.

I looked at their confused faces.

’Of course they’re confused.’

Taking a cock inside? That wasn’t possible before. What would a dead, limp dick even do inside a pussy?

It was a disgusting fantasy for them. Something that never crossed their minds because it simply couldn’t happen.

But now?

The anomaly sat before them. Rock hard dick standing perpendicular. Waiting.

Something shifted in aunt.

Her eyes locked onto my cock. A decision formed.

She hurried forward. Climbed onto my lap. Positioned herself above me.

My cock pressed against her from below. Touching her entrance through the cutout of her costume.

“Master…”

Her voice was pleading. Broken.

“Can your dog have…”

She paused. Looked away. I could see her cursing herself internally. Hating what she was about to say.

Then, with a cracked voice—

“Can I take it inside my pussy?”

I laughed.

“Oh god, you are so entertaining, aunt.”

I grabbed her hips.

“I mean, my doggie.”

I adjusted my cock. Rubbed it against her pussy lips. Positioned it right outside her hole.

“For making me laugh, here’s your gift.”

I tightened my grip on her leash.

“Go on. Sit on it. Ride it. Jump on it. Scream. Moan. Do everything you can to entertain me more.”

She looked down. Adjusted her position. Ready to descend.

“Eren, please don’t do that.”

Mother’s voice cut through.

I looked at her. Her face was concerned. Worried.

I knew exactly what she was thinking. That this act would transfer power. That fucking them would make them stronger like it did for her.

“Mother, don’t worry.”

I kept my voice calm.

“Whatever you’re thinking won’t happen. This is just punishment.”

I met her eyes.

“Don’t you trust me?”

Something changed in her expression.

For the first time since I’d known her, a devilish smile crept across her face.

She walked toward father. He was still crumpled on the ground.

She pressed her foot on his back. Forced him flat. Then positioned him on all fours.

Like a table.

She sat on him. Elegantly. Crossing her legs. Using his broken body as furniture.

“I trust you, son.”

Her smile widened.

“But can you please reconsider your father’s exile?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“I need him to suffer here. Where I can watch.”

’There she is.’

The woman who had been pushed down for years was finally embracing her dark side. She had seen a new possibility. A world where the bully becomes the bullied.

And she was enjoying every second.

I smiled back at her.

“Mother, why are you asking me? Are you forgetting something?”

I gestured around the room.

“You are the head. You are the most superior. Right now. Right here. Right in this land.”

I bowed my head slightly.

“Every order of yours cannot be denied.”

She didn’t respond verbally. Just gave a satisfied nod.

’Go on. Humiliate them more.’

That’s what her eyes said.

Permission granted.

I looked down at my thighs. Aunt was checking the wounds on her stomach. Still recovering from the earlier beatings.

I grabbed her waist.

“The supreme one has given us permission.”

I pulled her closer.

“Now you can freely entertain your master.”

My grip tightened.

“Come on. Show me the wild side of yours.”

Then I forced her down.

SCHLICK.

My cock slid inside. Perfectly aimed. Penetrating her in one smooth motion.

Warmth engulfed me.

’Fuck.’

Just like last night with mother. But hotter. Much hotter.

Maybe because of everything she had endured today. The beatings. The humiliation. The desperation.

Whatever the reason, it felt incredible.

My cock went deeper. She descended slowly. Taking inch after inch.

Until finally, she was fully seated.

My balls felt something. Her tail plug. Touching. Tickling.

“Move.”

She looked at me. Confused.

“Jump on it. Ride it.”

Still confused.

I thrust upward.

PLAP.

“AH!”

Pain flashed across her face. But understanding followed.

She lifted herself. Slowly. Then came back down.

Amateurish. Hesitant.

She tried again. Rising. Falling.

’Too slow.’

I took control.

My hips exploded upward.

PLAP.

Then back down. Then up again. Harder.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

I went wild. Moving my entire lower body. Slamming into her with everything I had.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

My balls swung up with each thrust. Slapping against her flesh. Creating obscene sounds.

SCHLICK. PLAP. SCHLICK. PLAP.

Wet. Violent. Relentless.

I could see the pain in her eyes. Her teeth bit down on her lip. Hard enough to draw blood.

Refusing to show vulnerability. Refusing to scream.

But her body betrayed her. Trembling. Shaking. Barely holding together.

I stopped.

Sat back properly. Caught my breath.

“That’s how you do it.”

I looked into her eyes.

“Fast and hard. Don’t make me demonstrate again.”

She nodded weakly. Started moving on her own. Trying to replicate my intensity.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

Better. Still amateurish. But learning.

I glanced to my side.

Grandma.

She was staring at us. Her eyes pleading. Desperate.

Not for pleasure. She didn’t understand pleasure yet.

But for inclusion. For the chance to participate.

’Can we share? You said we could share, right?’

That’s what her eyes were screaming.

I understood.

Patted the dining table beside me.

“Lay down here, grandmother.”

She perked up.

“My hands are free. Why not use them better?”

She started crawling toward the table. Eager despite her pain.

CREAK.

The doors opened.

I turned my head.

A girl stood in the doorway.

Her eyes scanned the room. The broken father being used as furniture. The mother sitting on him with a devil’s smile. The grandmother crawling in a pig costume.

And finally, landing on me.

On her mother. Bouncing on my cock. In a dog outfit. Tears streaming down her face.

Her jaw dropped.

Green hair. Light green eyes. Petite body with dangerous curves.

I recognized her instantly.

My cousin.

Beatrice Van Astrea.

Daughter of the bitch currently riding my dick.

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