The Royal Breed

Crown of Lust final chapter. Prev part: The Prince's Father.

M / M / M ┃ Trans / Cis ┃ Human x Human ┃ Taboo ┃ Age Gap ┃Breeding┃ Submission/Domination ┃ Mpreg ┃ +8k Words

Content Warning: Pre-op transmasc body, trans masc being submissive & very pregnant. Magic genitals.

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Prince Zerah sat in the bathtub, enjoying the amberly scent coming from the slowly burning incense next to him. The lukewarm water felt good after such a long day of lovemaking, and even though his body was feeling sore, he wanted more, excited to experience whatever his father had promised to do later that evening. Zerah stroked lovingly his swollen belly, sliding over the faint stretch marks his breeding had provided him with. The midwife had told him he was carrying triplets, and from the size of it, he could easily believe it. In a few more months, he would be giving birth, and the thought of it made him happy. So much had changed in his life, and all for the better, yet there was something gnawing at his heart, and it was not a heartburn given to him by his pregnancy.

Zerah slid his hand under the water and began to rub his already swollen clit, a task hard enough with his plump belly on the way now not being helped at all by his posture. He could touch it just barely with his middle finger, but it was all he needed. He imagined the old man under him, holding him in his lap and pushing his fat cock inside his pussy, easily sliding in due to him being adjusted to the King's width. Soon Zerah's splashing was joined by his whimpers, and he arched his back, his legs clasped together involuntarily as he reached his peak quickly. Just by thinking of his father, Zerah had found it easy to come, and he wished he could be with him all the time.

Although maybe it's for the best I stay here, he thought. The king had to rule over his kingdom after all and every time they met they bred like the world was ending, glued to each other by sweat and cum of their own making. Their lust for each other rivaled that of the Gods, and suddenly, a worry had slipped back into Zerah's mind. Soon, he would not be able to be intimate with the King, and with his virility, he might go look for someone else. The lukewarm water didn't feel so warm anymore, and Zerah began to shiver.

Maybe he's introducing me to my replacement? He thought and pulled his head under the water as panic began to overtake his burning heart. He loves me, doesn't he? He has said it multiple times.

The air in his lungs began to burn, and Zerah had to pull himself up. He gasped for air while getting up, clumsily drying his dripping body with a towel before putting on a robe which was only barely able to confine his new form with its strings. There were not that many clothes that fit him nowadays, and this one would have to do. The sheer walking to the door and into the hallway made him pant and Zerah had to move slowly, supporting his belly with two hands as he wobbled forwards, but the king was patient, sitting on his throne in the reception hall lost in the thought of Zerah's tender dark skin and rubbing his loins.

As Zerah walked down the stairs, the King stirred from his daydreaming for the dream right in front of him.

"Come here, sit on my lap, I need to finish inside you," King Avram smirked.

"B-but this is the reception hall, the servants could see us," Zerah whispered, glancing around as if they were already there to witness their ongoing crime. He could swear someone was there, but could not see anyone but the king.

"I didn't ask you to come here, I ordered you to," the King snarled back, turning Zerah into an obedient servant with a mere tone of his voice. Zerah skittered across the floor as quickly as he could and did as he was told, and climbed the short stairs leading onto the throne. Settling into the King's lap, Zerah could feel his hard-on pressing against his rear, begging to be dipped into his holes. He spread his legs and sat face-to-face with the King.

"Good boy," Avram murmured, "Now lift yourself a little ass, so I can plunge myself into you," Taking support from the armrests, Zerah lifted himself up and the King freed his pulsing member from his pants, aiming it towards his wet slid and gripping Zerah by the hips before quickly forcing him down on it. Zerah gasped in wonder when he felt his father's cock again, unable to stop himself from moaning. The King's fat tip momentarily stopped at his entrance but soon slid into the hole made for it. The King's grip tightened around his hips, and he dug his nails into the prince's skin.

"I don't care if the servants see us," he groaned, "I need to have you." The King moved one of his hands behind the Prince's head, pulling him closer to him, kissing his soft lips, and forcing his wet tongue in. Being inside his wet pussy was worth all the risks in the world and the letters he had sent that day had already sealed their fates. The King's gift was already waiting in the corner of the room, looking at them as the King fucked his son's mouth with his tongue as he had done so many times before. In the darkness of the hall's deepest corner stood a man, watching and waiting for a sign. Stimulated by the scene unfolding before him, he slipped his hand across his fat belly into his pants and began to pleasure himself while his other hand kneaded his nipples. He had come there due to a promise made by the king, and he had not been disappointed when he saw the pregnant prince.

Zerah wrapped his arms around the King's shoulders and began to move his fattened hips up and down slowly. In his depraved mind, he had already forgotten how much he had doubted the King's loyalty to him, and if anyone could see them. The king had bred him after all, and each time they met, they twisted themselves around each other for more, undoubtedly true to their feelings for each other. The fat cock inside him swelled even more with each quivering movement Zerah made and the lust he had for his father seemed to have no end.

The king moaned and began to move his hips in rhythm with the prince, "I have a surprise for you," Avram moaned, "I think you'll like it." Not giving any time to ask any question, Zerah felt another pair of hands wrap around him and grab his breasts, he tried to turn around to see who it was, but a pair of bearded lips bit into his neck, sucking the skin so deeply to certainly leave a bruise. The prince moaned with pleasure as his abuse continued. There was a knowing gleam in the king's eyes as he kept violating his son's inner sanctum while the prince moved his hips in a grinding motion.

The king pulled his tongue out from Zerah's mouth, "Once you've given birth to my brood, he will be needing your services," King Avram taunted, and finally, Zerah saw who was behind him. The man had almost the same face as his father, but he was slightly slimmer and had shorter hair.

"L-lord Amram?" Zerah stuttered to his uncle, who answered him by grabbing his neck like his father had done, licking the prince's lips before plunging his tongue in too. Lord Amram had ruled the borderlands as long as Zerah's father had been a king; they had never seen eye to eye until the king had asked for him to return to the winter manor, which served as an unmoving reminder of easier times between the two. King Avram had proposed a deal to his twin brother: Amram would gain an heir, something which he had tried for many years now, and in return, they would bury their war axes and become proper brothers once again.

Amram's tongue felt different yet familiar to Zerah, and it didn't take long for him to eagerly join him while the Lord kneaded his aching breasts harder than the King ever had. In turns, he was tongue-fucked by both, giving them his approval in passionate moans. The king lifted Zerah's rear and Lord Amram lined his throbbing cock against Zerah's ass, nudging himself in steadily as Zerah's was muffled by the king himself. The fat tip plunged past his rim and joined its brother of another holer in the trespassing of the prince's innocence. When the king's thickened cock slid almost completely out, the duke's bulging member slid deeper within. The feeling of the two passing each other made the prince's holes spread even further and in this blissful state his mind went blank, all the doubts disappeared as his body convulsed in a far more stronger orgasm than what he had ever experienced before, putting more pressure on the thrusting cocks inside him. Zerah's inner muscles clamped down on them and he arched his back while his uncle sucked on his neck and his father forcefully plunged his tongue between his lips. Sensitized by his first orgasm, it didn't take long for Zerah to reach a second peak, and his whole body trembled even harder than before. He had never dreamed about being double-tagged, but now it was all he had ever wanted.

Zerah's mind was lost in the haze when the king began to groan again, getting closer to releasing his seed into his body again. The prince's dripping pussy was milking him with all of its force and the king did not want to disappoint him any longer. He roared into his son's mouth and slapped his hefty balls against Zerah's rear one more time while his brother kept pounding into the prince's ass. Feeling Amram's bulbous tip brushing against his sent the final signal into his pulsing balls to relieve them from their creamy load. His semen gushed into his son, staining his insides once again. The king and the son were locked together, moaning and shivering from their orgasms while Lord Amram pommeled into the spasming rim, reaching soon his edge and grabbing the young prince's wobbling belly as he too locked himself into his nephew and painted his insides white.

All three heaved together, unable to pull away from each other even though they were all at the point of collapsing. Zerah was still lost in his haze as the two cocks inside him pumped his holes with more seed, soaking his guts even more.

"The old bastard was right, you truly are a gift from the Gods," Lord Amram huffed against Zerah's neck, his sucking had left it raw and bruised just as Zerah had expected, but the mark he had left inside him was more precious than what was on the outside. The king nodded in satisfaction, knowing everything had gone according to his plans, "Indeed he is and once you've had him, you never want anything else," he laughed and his brother has to acknowledge it too, pushing his cock inside the prince and hearing his muffled moans had done something to him and he couldn't wait for the next day. Tonight, they would have to rest, but tomorrow the king had promised to present them with something even more wonderful.

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The next morning, Lord Amram woke up early. He had rested better than ever before and was already ready when the rest of the manor began to stir awake. Last night, he had ridden half a day's worth of travel, unsure if his brother would betray him or keep his promise. They had been on bad terms for so long that either option was a possibility, but none of that mattered anymore; in a few months, he would claim the prince's fertile womb and have his heir. The heavy snowfall had almost completely covered the roof of the dark brick building when he had arrived last night, but now Amram watched the snow melting outside, the glistening water drops dripping against the icicles they were formed from. His mind went back to a time when he and his twin were playing in their grandmother's winter manor, exploring together its winding hallways and secret passages, getting muddy outside once the snow began to melt like it did today.

The reception hall had looked almost untouched, no matter how many decades had passed since Amram had visited it last. All the old oil paintings and the tapestries were still up, even though the room had seen some repairs, but everything had been done faithfully to the original design. In the middle of the room still stood the same throne-like chair and there sat his twin with a wide smile on his wrinkled face, framed by the neat, yet greying golden hair and beard not too different from his brother, thrusting into the very pregnant Prince with such glee Amram had not witnessed in years. Their passionate lovemaking had excited him, and even now the mere thought made Amram to pitch a tower. Ravishing the young prince had felt better than anything he had done before; his soft moaning lips against the Lord's own wanted him to breed him like the Prince's father had done. The boy was meant to be bred, and by the Gods, he would do it as soon as his womb was empty once again.

Amram feasted in the dining hall alone that morning, devouring his breakfast made with fresh goose eggs and tallow. Last night he hadn't gotten a chance to eat, and now his hunger was overtaking him, even if his mind was somewhere far away, or rather, somewhere on the other side of the manor, in the room where the Prince slept soundly. After his delicious breakfast, Amram looked for the room the Prince was in and hesitated for a moment at the door. What they had done was wrong and even though he had experimented with his twin when they were younger, they had never done anything close to what they had done last night, but his groin was already decided for him, pulsing with a need that could only be quenched by the prince and Amram decided to knock on the door. He could not hear an answer and entered the prince's chambers without explicit permission.

The prince was still sleeping, nude, and his back supported by so many pillows that his uncle lost count. The veins of his protruding belly could be easily seen, but what made Amram's heart pound even harder was when he witnessed the marks he had left on the boy's neck still as visible as they had been the night before. It was a sign of his passion he had for him, and seeing them made the denial of his sin impossible. Amram walked over to the Prince and sat on his bed, brushing his hair away from his face to see his bruises better. The Prince opened his eyes slowly, stirring awake with a smile that made Amram hopelessly attached to him.

"Good morning, m'lord, did you sleep well?" Zerah asked with innocence in his voice that made Amram tremble with thirst, "Forget such formalities, in the royal line you're higher than me." Amram rambled, unable to look away from the Prince's gentle gaze. No one in their family had such deep and dark eyes, making Amram doubt their relationship. No matter what, what he was about to do was still a sin in the eyes of the Gods, and he would have to beg for mercy in the afterlife. Amram slid his hands from the Prince's cheek to his neck, gently touching the signs of his sins and slipping his palm even lower, over the Prince's tender breast. Zerah gasped softly and gave him a knowing smile, "Would you like me to suck your cock?" the Prince asked with warm teasing, "I loved how it spread me last night." Amram blushed and turned his gaze, still circling his thumb over the Prince's rising nipple.

"Avram has trained you well," The Duke coughed out, "Does he ever do anything for you?" Zerah laughed, "My father gives me everything I need, and I hope I can serve you as well." That damned smile was enough for Amram to pull closer to the prince and kiss his soft lips again, this time he kept his tongue and caressed Zerah's lips only with his own, yet with the same passion he had had last night. The Prince's room was showered with the soft morning light, and this time their sex would be as gentle as it was.

Amram planted kisses after another onto the Prince's lips, slowly moving down to his neck and mending his hurt with all the love he could give, until he moved over to his heaving chest, circling Zerah's hard nipples with his tongue and putting them between his lips to gently squeeze them. The Prince's soft gasps echoed in Amram's ears, begging his uncle to take him again. Zerah's large areolas were darkened by his pregnancy, dripping with milk-like fluid as Amram sucked them, giving small licks while his lips were clasped onto the skin. Zerah's eager hands found Amram's thighs and traveled to knead on his already hardened rod, nimble fingers teasing him to release it so he could stroke it. Amram adjusted his pose, bringing his hips near the Prince's pillows and moving his lips to kiss his nephew's belly swollen by his brother's semen. Zerah's belly button had popped out and Amram planted a kiss on it before moving past it and reaching over to his dripping pussy. The Duke guided his nephew gently to spread his legs and kissed his hairy groin, touching the area between his hips and thighs while Zerah's hands unsheathed Amram's cock, the large veins on the fat shaft pulsed with fervor for him and Zerah's hands quickly began to stroke it rhythmically.

With one hand, Amram spread Zerah's swollen lips to reveal his throbbing clit. It had not seen much action since his plump belly had grown to cover it, and his uncle was determined to mend that too. His beard tickled Zerah when he began to lick his clit, Amram's tongue moved up and down, building pressure inside the Prince. The King had rarely pleased his son in such a way, and the Prince loved every moment, the man licking his nether regions knew what he was doing and showed him unheard gentleness. Unable to focus on stroking his uncle's cock, Zerah gasped again and put his hands over his mouth. Amram circled his entrance with two fingers, looking to enter it as he started to suck on the wanting clit, his fingers moving wonderfully, pressing the top of his opening from the inside, putting more marvelous pressure on Zerah's sensitive nerves so much so that his breathing got faster and faster by the moment. He wanted him to enter, use his cock to forcefully thrust in, and paint his insides with his cream again, but the Duke was not there to impale him, he wanted to please him in new ways.

A shiver ran down Zerah's spine, telling him he would soon come and Amram could feel his signals, moving his tongue and fingers faster, circling around the clit with his wet tongue like he had done to his nipples. With mere touch, Amram had made Zerah squirm, his hips pushing against the Duke's head and whimpering with pleasure. Suddenly, Zerah jerked up and let out a loud cry, his thighs almost clamping around Amram's head. The Prince's pussy contracted around Amram's fingers, his muscles sucking them with passion. The Duke laughed, enjoying the sight of a twitching prince.

"A-ah... Thank you..." Zerah whimpered as his uncle kissed him again with his lips drenched by the Prince's juices, "I apologize for not making you come..." he whispered again, ashamed of his incompetence. Amram chuckled a bit, "It's quite alright, boy, seeing you like this has given me everything I need right now."

"... But your shaft is still hard," Zerah stuttered, "Give me a moment and I can take it in..."

"No, you'd better rest now. We will have quite the night before us," Amram smiled and brushed Zerah's weary face with his hand, and the Prince was indeed in need of a rest. The past few days, he had been used from dawn to dusk, and in his state, he needed more sleep than the rest. Amram pulled his pants up and planted one final kiss on the Prince's lips before leaving and letting him rest. The prince did not know what was going to happen later that day, and he wasn't one to ruin a good surprise; as such, Amram decided to make his way back to the hallway.

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The stables were surprisingly warm when the duke stepped inside the stonewalled building. The servants had told him that his brother was there so he had made the short walk from the manor to the stable to talk with him in private. King Avram was brushing his horse's coarse snout with an even coarser brush, there was something bittersweet on his expression, which turned to a practiced smile fit for a royal when he saw his twin enter the stables.

"Is that not a servant's work?" Amram taunted playfully, and his King let out a slight chuckle, "It seems I have to learn to do this again soon, so why not start today?" Avram replied, patting his horse after finishing.

"Are you sure about your decision? If I remember correctly, you fought me quite harshly for that throne," the Duke asked, and crossed his hands. He was still somewhat bitter about what had happened, their mother choosing his twin and then that twin not giving him a bigger dukedom to rule. It had not been right, and the rift it had left between them was still open.

"I'm sure, my second oldest will inherit my position and after the coronation, most of our servants will go back to the castle," the King replied, before adding "If you want to, you can stay here with us, only the servants I trust will stay here and we would appreciate the help."

"We'll see, it has been good so far," Amram said, patting one of the horses near him. He had come here because of a promise, and he had his own land to rule, but there was something in his twin's words that intrigued him. A new queen would certainly shuffle the deck, and his siblings might want a piece of their uncle's land too after the coronation. "We used to play here a lot, remember?" the King asked suddenly, "Hiding behind the hay bales from the servants and our parents until the night came or we got hungry."

"... And then you would steal my dinner and pour a hot drink over my head," the Duke snided, "Yes, I remember that and you even took my crown."

The King shot daggers at his brother "It was hardly my choice and besides, I was the right fit and you know it," his voice got louder with anger, "Unlike you, I have heirs, and we're getting old, it's time to put aside our differences." The duke stepped closer to the King, clenching his fists, "I could have been a good king, a fair king, because of you my dukedom is facing a war!"

"Because of me, you still have a dukedom!" The King yelled, turning to face his enraged near-perfect reflection, "I've given you men and women to die for you! I carry my burdens with pride!" The Duke's face turned red with rage, and he took a swing. Even though the King was larger than his brother, he dodged his aimless hit quickly, grabbing his fist with one hand and turning his brother's back against himself, trapping the raging man between him and a pillar.

"I know I've done you wrong, and I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I'm offering you reconciliation. When my wife ran away with a servant, I was devastated and lost, but I have found serenity here, and I will kill you if I have to keep it," the King appealed to his brother, keeping him still. Amram tried to get away, still enraged and wanting to hurt his brother, but the King's weight and strength kept him in place. "I visited your little serenity this morning..." he began to taunt when all of a sudden the King bit into his brother's neck and shoved their bodies closer together, his teeth did not pierce the Duke's skin, yet it still hurt. Amram tried to get away, but the King was too strong.

King Avram threw his brother onto the floor and kicked him, chasing him to the back and near the similar hay bales they had used to hide between as children. The Duke backed against one, hoping to gain more momentum to attack his blood while the King walked towards him, his steps almost letting almost booming echoes through the stable, his piercing eyes stared at his brother, willing to fight him to the end if things came to it. The King's kick had left Amram's lip bleeding, and he wiped some of the blood before speaking up, "All I wanted was an apology, a word, anything to know you knew, but you never gave me anything!" he shouted to the approaching King.

"Then I will give you one!" the King declared and raised his fists. Amram got ready for a hit, but the King grappled him again and turned him around, bending him over one of the hay bales. "We did it here the first time," the King chided, "Your cock is still hard, it's making you irrational." He then grabbed Amram's belt and dropped his pants to the floor, still keeping the Duke's arms behind his back. Amram grunted and tried to escape the King's grasp again, but the King had him locked tight. The King pushed his hand to Amram's neck, keeping him down as he pulled his own hardening cock out, "Here comes my apology," the King taunted and plunged his fat cock between his brother's cheeks, sliding it between them with thrusting motion, the sensation made Amram breathe harder, it had not been what he had wanted, but it was what he needed.

"A-are you going to do me the same you've done to your son?" Amram asked, his voice trembling from the thought of what was about to become. "Only if you want it," the King replied with determination, his hot tip was pressing against Amram's hole, spreading him open like it had so long ago before. Amram muffled his screams against the hay, feeling his hole opening to the crown he was sworn to serve, the size of which had become a stranger to him. It stung at first, but soon the pleasure it gave him once again made it all fade away, "Gods, you feel so good inside," Amram gasped, grasping into the hays with his fists, "I know," the King answered quickly, pulling his cock away slightly and back within his twin's tunnel. The two old men stood still for a moment, each hesitating if they should continue, but the King was known to make decisions and took the reins once again, pinning the Duke down with his weight and pushing his hard cock into his defenseless ass while taking support from the same hay bale. The King slammed repeatedly into Amram's ass, making a loud slapping sound when their balls hit each other. Feeling his brother once again inside him was unbelievably good to Amram, and he couldn't help but use his muscles to tease the king more, begging him to breed him like he had done to his son.

They both moaned with almost the same low voice, the King would need a potion to make his brother gravid with the heir he had promised, but now was not time for it, this was his apology and he would fulfill it, they were no young bucks anymore and he had a lot to apologize for after all. The Duke's swollen member brushed against the rough hay while he gasped incoherently for air as he was forcefully claimed, his own twin breeding him with a smug grin on his face, "I should have asked for you sooner, you feel even better now than when we were young," the King laughed, using his strength to piston into the tight hole, feeling his brother's insides pushing against the attack and moaning underneath his weight. The Duke lost every single ounce of resistance in him as his brother stretched his opening wide with his forceful thrusts, revealing to both of them who truly deserved the crown.

"You've always been my little slut," the King huffed while pounding into Amram with quick and hard shoves, "And you can be that in the future too," the King laughed, bouncing his fat belly against his brother's bare back, enjoying his surrender underneath his rule.

The King's cock flexed and he immediately slammed his whole weight on Amram, his shaking body tightened around the King's cock and they both came at the same time, one brother blasting the hay with his load while the other came inside him, shooting ropes of semen into the empty tunnel in the shattering climax, collapsing on the hay covered stone floor together.

"You were right," Amram panted, "You should have called for me sooner," he laughed, barely recuperating from the force of his own climax. The fallen King next to him laughed too and asked, "I take it you accept my apology?"

"We'll see that tonight, won't we?" Amram chuckled again and sat up, "We'll see tonight." The king's seed was dripping from his abused hole, while his own had stained the hay along with his hairy tights. To be claimed by the king had been just what he had needed after such a long separation, and there would be even more joy to be had in the evening.

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The wintry spring sky turned slowly into a mix of orange and purple hues as the day went along, and with the sky turning darker, so did most of its occupants get ready for departure. They had been given an order to return to the castle to serve the future queen, and there was a lot to be handled, leaving only a few to stay behind to serve the prince and the king. They had been paid well and were loyal to the crown, but even they could not feel the rising excitement that was floating in the air, veiling the three guests of the manor with its enthralling call as each of them got ready for the night.

Prince Zerah had no idea what was happening; he only knew it was going to be something new, and even though he still felt ashamed for not giving proper pleasure to the Duke, he too was excited for the night and made sure he was properly ready for whatever the night might bring. He had been asked to attend a meeting in the furthest part of the manor, the great northern wing, made from glass and filled with different kinds of exotic decorations and plants. Before becoming too gravid to walk far distance, he had asked to visit the northern wing, but the king had declined his queries, telling it was only used for special purposes and even thought he loved him very much, the room was out of the question, and as such, the prince had only been able to admire it from the outside, wondering what it was like to be inside.

Walking over to the northern wing was a challenge on itself to him, and the prince had to take a short rests on a hallway chairs, hallways that now seemed so empty without all the servants, multiple times before he even made halfway there, how he could ever take on the night worried him, but the growing excitement in his veins gave him strength to bear his burden and make his way toward the spectacular glass chamber, and soon enough he arrived at the large double doors leading to the northern wing. Slowly, but surely, he opened the two and found the room hidden behind them even more awe-inspiring than what he could have ever imagined. What he could have never spotted from the outside was now revealed to him, a rounded glass hall with colorful lanterns and blooming plants that defied the winter outside the room, a beautiful blend of so many colors he could hardly believe it. There were benches and a large canopy bed with silky fabrics covering them, each unique yet so befitting for a room so grand.

In the middle of the room stood two men, both so similar looking, yet so different from each other, waiting for the prince to arrive, and a small table near the canopy bed with three vials on it. Both the king and the duke were wearing velvety robes, which reached past their knees, revealing their bare legs underneath them.

"My prince, I was unsure if I should have sent someone to get you," the duke spoke up, bowing before the pregnant boy, "But I'm glad you're finally here, your father has arranged something just for you." Zerah bowed down as well as he could in his state and looked at his father with curiosity in his eyes as the King reached for the one of the vials on the table.

"You once asked me something I was unable to give you back then," the King Avram began, "I have promised the good duke here a proper heir, and I thought that might be something you would like to give him." The King placed the vial with strange liquid into Zerah's palms before adding, "If that is something you wish to do."

"My king, I'd be honored, but I still have your seed inside me, and I'd rather not make room for more before they come out," Zerah stuttered, "But I would be honored to bear his, once I've had your."

King Avram chuckled a bit, patting his boy on the shoulder with a warm smile on his face, "No, I wasn't asking you to carry for him, I'm asking for you to breed him." The sudden revelation made Zerah's eyes widen from the wonder, "You mean... This will give me... But will our children be safe if I drink it?" The excited hesitation in the prince's voice pleased the king greatly, and he had to laugh again, "Don't worry, the magic will take care of it, and give you enough stamina to bear the whole night and more." The duke had another vial in his hands and opened it to take a sip while the King took the third one. Their drinks looked different from the prince's, but he did not question what was in them and opened his vial with trembling hands before chugging all the strangely hot liquid down his throat. It was like drinking a mix of honey and spices, burning nicely inside him as it went down, and soon enough, the even stranger magic inside it began to make its work. A gentle illuminating light went through the prince's body without any pain, and once he opened his pregnancy gown, he could just barely see a new addition to his form, a rather well-endowed member hanging under his still pregnant belly, and it was growing from the excitement.

King Avram drank his vial empty, and took the prince's hand, leading him to the bed where the duke was already lying, slowly removing his robe and gasping as whatever magic in his drink worked its way through his veins. Zerah knelt on the bed, slightly trembling from the nervousness, but at the same time having a gleeful smile on his face. He had never minded his parts, although every now and then he had dreamed of having a cock, and right now he was about to do something he had thought he could never have. The King stayed behind him, undressing himself, and massaging the prince's hips with his hands, slowly moving up and down, almost reaching Zerah's erect member before pulling back. The roughness of his hands felt good to Zerah, and he could feel the King's poking member against his back.

The duke reached for the boy, placing his hands on his tights and taking the prince's newly formed cock between his wet lips, licking the tip to urge it grow even more, making the prince gasp from the pleasure like he had done that very morning, when his uncle had licked his clit. Even though the tool was now different, the sensations it sent across the prince's body were the same. The King moved his hands from Zerah's hips over his swollen breasts, and began to knead them while kissing his neck surprisingly gently, trailing the area between the base of his neck all the way to the back of his ear with his rough tongue, and planting small pecks all over his skin.

"You look stunning, my love," the King whispered into Zerah's ear, and added, "You've been through so much, and good toys deserve good rewards." The prince's soft gasps made Avram even more lustful, and he spared no time in putting his already hard shaft between his cheeks, grinding against him while his brother slowly took in the prince's rod, pushing his head back and forth in with a steady motion, and giving a lick to his ballsack when he pulled out.

The warmth inside Amram's mouth made Zerah's bulbous manhood twitch, and Zerah had to abandon any attempts at control as his hips jerked forward, driving his member deep within the back of the throat of his uncle and releasing a few drops of precum into it. Amram quickly pulled away and gagged, wiping his mouth with laughter in his eyes, "Careful there, boy, I need you to breed me, not my mouth."

"Ah, I apologize, you just felt so g-good..." Avram stuttered between his gasps, his face reddening from the shame and sensation of his father playing with his breasts. Zerah's dark nipples were poking from his chest as the king circled them with his thumbs, rubbing and pinching them in turns. The duke clasped his hands to his nephew's hips again and pulled them both on top of himself, spreading his legs to open himself for the boy.

"If you're going to be that fast, you better get to work then," Amram chuckled, and guided Zerah's throbbing member near his hole before wetting both of them with a balm and leaning back. The King took his chance and moved his fat cock between Zerah's tights, slithering his own rock-hard member with the oil dripping down Zerah's balls, and slid it right back between his cheeks, placing his tip right on his son's waiting hole and waited for him to act. Hesitantly, Zerah began to push his tip in, spreading his uncle's hole in a way he had never could be and making the man underneath him moan with pleasure as the pressure of his cockhead slowly penetrated him and his tunnel began to accommodate the new intruder. At the same time, Zerah's father bucked against his son, nudging his cheeks apart with his width and entered him with ease before beginning to make deep and long thrusts.

The surreal experience made all of them gasp and huff in almost the same rhythm, a strange heat building between them with each stroke, a father helping his son from behind to breed his uncle. King Avram put more of his weight against Zerah's back, forcing him to collapse on top of his brother and to thrust deeper into him. Zerah's uncle grabbed the boy by his neck and took him in for a deep kiss, forcing his tongue into him to coax the boy to move harder and faster inside him. Moaning against his lips with each thrust.

Trapped once again between the two, Zerah had no choice but to submit his pregnant body to the thrusting his father was doing to him, moving with him to penetrate the duke as deep as he could, feeling his warmth on his shaft and the tightness gripping against his cock. The first one to come was Amram, his hard cock shot the first load between him and Zerah's wanton bodies, staining their skins with the seed. Amram moaned and jerked his hips against Zerah, who kept pummeling into him with newly found strength, violating his uncle's hole with rough and fast thrusts while his father kept his pace, spreading the prince's insides with its width. The Duke squirmed underneath the two as another climax hit him, he grabbed the man behind Zerah, digging his nails into the skin and pulled them closer to him, desperately gasping for air, when finally the prince, feeling the constant squeezing of the duke's muscles along with his father's cock embedded inside his youthful body could feel his throbbing ball's flex and release his load deep inside his uncle, breeding him for the very first time.

The King slammed against his boy relentlessly now, forcing Zerah to keep his cock inside Amram, who was still recuperating from his climax, helplessly trapped underneath them. When suddenly, the King pulled his member out, and thrusted between Zerah's thighs, lifting him up just enough to plunge into the man underneath him. The Duke groaned as the second cock pushed past his barrier, joining the pulsing member next to it and with a loud roar, the King released his seed inside his twin.

"His or mine, you will have your whelp," the King huffed, his fat girth lazily thrusting against Zerah's still swollen member and teasing it to release another burst of his magical seed deep inside. Zerah's whole body trembled as did Amram's, neither one was able to move, and barely could hold themselves together as the King kept thrusting, showing once again why he had ruled for so long.

"Come on, son, we need to make sure our seed takes hold. Breed him until he's ripe!" The King demanded, but something inside Zerah shifted and he pushed back, pulling both of them out of his uncle's aching hole now drenched with their cum. The Prince turned around, shoving his surprised father on all fours with magic-infused strength, forsaking his rule. "No!" Zerah yelled, "I think it's time for another kind of breeding," Zerah kept the far older man down by clasping his hand on his fat hips and lined his tip against his squirming father's hole, and before the King could even yell his refusals, the prince's tip was already pressing against his untainted hole, forcing itself in like he had once done to him.

"The servants say you've given up your crown," Zerah taunted, "That makes us all equal." Zerah jerked his hips forward, forcing his fat cockhead inside his father's unanticipating rim, spreading him open with little resistance. The old man groaned and tried to pull away, but Zerah kept him in place, putting more pressure inside him. "How does it feel to have my cock inside you, my king?" Zerah laughed as he began to move his hips, reaching deeper and deeper with each thrust. The prince's balls slammed against his father's, whose now half-flaccid member was still leaking with his seed. Encouraged by the sight in front of him, the Duke crawled next to the King and got on his knees, before slapping his softened member against the bewildered King's cheek, and leaving trails of spent cream on it.

"I believe it's time for you to be bred," Amram gibed, "Now be a good boy and open up." In his shock, the once proud King obeyed, letting his twin bury his member deep inside his mouth, reaching past the back of his throat so much so that the King's neck bulged from the flared tip, almost choking him before his brother pulled out, only to forcefully to thrust back deep inside again. With his son behind him and his brother before him, the King's reign was overthrown with each thrust they made, and Amram could feel himself turning into a servant unlike ever before. The violation of his body had made his cock hard again, throbbing with unnatural need to be bred by them, and even in his lustful state he knew he had made the right decisions. By drinking that vial, he had made himself breedable, and soon he would bear his son's seed like he carried his.

The King moaned against his brother's swollen member, licking it while it was thrusting inside, reaching his throat while his son's member poked against him from behind, finding every sensitive spot in his body. Zerah panted loudly, smacking against the sore hole with fury and lust. He leaned forward to reach the old man in front of his father and pulled him in for another kiss, now being the first one to use his tongue. The whimpering mess underneath them known once as the king of the land came hard, shivering and jerking his hips against Zerah to milk his thick cock for his plentiful seed, but the prince was not done yet, not just yet.

The Duke's balls hit his brother's bearded chin each time he hammered himself in, and the king could feel the throbbing veins on them getting ready to fill his throat and he began to suck on it more eagerly as it slid in and out, wanting to be gifted with at least one load before he came into his senses again and the Duke relented, slamming into him one final time, reaching further down his brother's throat than before, and releasing his third load so large one could have seen it bulge the King's throat even more than Amram's large tip already did. The King gagged against his twin's crotch as he shot another clump deep within him. It would not make him pregnant, but it was a far sweeter gift than anything he had ever given him before, and he drank every drop of it like a depraved man.

Zerah could feel himself getting closer and closer, his balls were aching for another release, and this time he would give his father an almost endless stream of his vigorous semen, drenching his insides with the stickiness and certainly ripening his magically created womb deep within him. Zerah cried loudly as he felt incredible relief hitting him from the inside as his balls released their payload, culminating in a one hot wave rushing through his veins before he fell on top of his father, whose hole was milking him dry. The man underneath him did not have any strength left in him and dropped on the bedding as well, his brother's now flaccid cock sliding from his mouth and leaving his mouth dripping from his creamy seed.

The Duke lay next to them, all three huffing from the spent energy and pleasure they had never felt before. The outside world had disappeared into a darkness, and the colorful lanterns around them were the only things lighting up the glass dome they were in.

"Y-you bastards..." The King panted, still lost in his climax, "W-we need to rest, but Zerah, do not pull out just yet, we need to be sure..." and once more the prince was turned into a servant, doing as he was told and keeping his still pulsing cock inside his father, slowly seeping in the last of his seed to impregnate the old man. "Maybe it's my turn next," the Duke mumbled and brushed the strands of hair from the King's face, and the King nodded slightly, "That may be," the King replied, patting his fat belly with one hand, "We need to be sure after all."

Neither of the three would be leaving the winter manor anytime soon, and each one was content with their new lives.

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This was not the one I ever intended to write, but when I began, I could not stop, and here we are, over 20k words and a couple of months later. Finishing with the cast.