Ethan left the rose salon with a final, possessive kiss to Elena's lips, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms. Cum leaked down her thighs beneath the gown she'd hastily rearranged, a filthy secret only they shared. "Work on those details, baroness," he whispered, voice low and commanding. "Interrogate Kael thoroughly. Find every syndicate link. I'll return soon."
Elena nodded, violet eyes shining with devotion. "For you, Master. Anything." Her story from trapped noble to liberated ally was solidifying — she'd use her court influence to root out traitors, her newfound passion fueling her role in his growing empire.
Ethan rode toward the starting village under a setting sun, the horse's hooves kicking up dust on the familiar road. Eldoria's chaos — the syndicate raid, Elena's full surrender, the harem's deepening bonds — burdened him, but a strange pull drew him back to where it all began. The inn. Mira's first moan under his touch. Garrick's broken gaze. It was a place of beginnings, and he needed that grounding before the larger war against the Veilborn escalated.
The village appeared unchanged: thatched roofs, flickering lanterns, the inn's warm glow cutting through the twilight. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the faint clatter of dishes echoed from inside. Ethan stabled his horse and pushed open the door, the bell tinkling like an old memory.
The common room was empty except for Garrick behind the bar, his balding head bowed as he polished mugs with mechanical motions. The silver collar around his neck caught the light — a symbol of his total submission. He looked up, eyes widening in shock and fear.
"Master," Garrick whispered, dropping to his knees instantly, the mug clattering to the floor. "You've returned. I... I wasn't expecting... Mira, is she—"
"Alive and thriving," Ethan cut him off, voice calm but laced with authority. "She's on business in Eldoria. Peace tonight, Garrick. A room, food, ale. And silence."
Garrick nodded frantically, scrambling to his feet. "Of course, Master. Right away."
As Garrick hurried to the kitchen, two young women emerged from the back — carrying trays of bread and stew, their laughter dying as they spotted Ethan. They froze, trays wobbling slightly.
The younger one, about 18, had Mira's auburn hair in wild, untamed curls that framed a heart-shaped face with innocent blue eyes. Her simple blouse strained against perky, full breasts, and her skirt hugged slim hips that promised to fill out like her mother's. She blushed immediately, glancing at her father.
The older, around 20, had a mix of Garrick's darker features and Mira's curves: thick, wavy hair, green eyes sharp with curiosity and a hint of defiance. Her body was fuller — heavy breasts pushing against her top, thick thighs and a plump ass that swayed as she shifted. She crossed her arms, eyeing Ethan suspiciously.
"Father? Who's this?" the older one asked, voice steady but edged.
Garrick swallowed hard, avoiding their gazes. "A... important guest, Sienna. Lila, set the table. Show respect."
Ethan's pulse quickened, a filthy excitement stirring. They looked so much like Mira — echoes of her in youth, ripe and untouched. The system pinged subtly, sensing the twisted NTR potential through family ties. Not full milfs, but the corruption opportunity was intoxicating.
He stepped forward, charm aura flaring just enough to warm the air. "Lila. Sienna. Beautiful names. You must be Mira's daughters."
Lila's eyes widened, tray nearly slipping. "You know Mother? Is she okay?"
Sienna's defiance flickered. "How do you know her? And why's Father calling you 'Master'?"
Garrick trembled. "Girls... please. Don't ask."
Ethan smiled predatorily, gesturing to the table. "Join me for dinner. I'll explain."
Over steaming stew and ale, the story unfolded — edited for his benefit. Ethan spoke of "rescuing" Mira from a dull life, her happiness now in Eldoria. The girls listened, Lila with wide-eyed wonder, Sienna with skepticism turning to intrigue.
"Your mother was neglected," Ethan said, locking eyes with them. "I gave her what she needed. Passion. Purpose."
Lila fidgeted, cheeks pink. "She... left us for that?"
Sienna leaned forward, breasts pressing against the table. "And Father? Why do you kneel to him?"
Garrick's face burned. "It's... complicated, girls. He's in charge now."
As night fell and the common room stayed empty (Garrick locking the door early), Ethan rose. "Come upstairs. I'll show you what I mean."
The girls hesitated. Lila glanced at Sienna. "Sister... this feels wrong."
Sienna stood, curiosity winning. "I want to know. About Mother."
Garrick followed silently, emotional tension thick — his face a mask of horror and twisted arousal, knowing what might come.
The master bedroom was spacious: the big bed where Ethan first claimed Mira, candles casting flickering shadows. Ethan locked the door, turning to the girls.
"Strip," he commanded softly. "Show me what Mira's bloodline offers."
Lila's eyes filled with tears. "Father... tell him no."
Garrick sat in the corner chair, head bowed. "I... can't, Lila. He's Master."
Sienna's defiance cracked. "This is sick. We're sisters... family."
Ethan's aura pulsed — warmth blooming in their cores, nipples hardening, pussies tingling. "It's natural. Your mother gave in. Now you will too."
He approached Lila first, the younger one more vulnerable. Cupping her chin, he kissed her gently — lips soft, tongue probing. She resisted at first, but the heat won; she moaned, body pressing closer.
Sienna watched, hand unconsciously slipping between her thighs. "Lila... stop..."
But Lila came back for more, hands clutching Ethan's shirt. "It feels... good..."
Ethan undressed Lila slowly, blouse falling to reveal perky tits with pink nipples stiff as pebbles. Skirt next — no panties, her shaved pussy already glistening. She covered herself shyly. "Father... don't look."
Garrick's eyes were locked, pants tenting. "I... I have to, daughter. It's his way."
Emotional tension spiked — Garrick's horror at seeing his girls corrupted, mixed with the twisted arousal from his own break. Tears pricked his eyes, but he stroked himself slowly, unable to stop.
Ethan turned to Sienna. "Your turn."
Sienna hesitated, glancing at Lila's naked body, then stripped defiantly — top off, heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples dark and hard. Skirt dropped, revealing trimmed pussy wet with arousal.
The sisters stood naked, side by side. Lila's slim youth contrasted Sienna's fuller curves. They glanced at each other, blushing — the sisterly bond straining under the taboo.
"Touch each other," Ethan commanded. "Show Father how close you really are."
Lila shook her head. "No... she's my sister..."
Sienna swallowed. "This is wrong... we're blood."
Garrick whimpered. "Girls... please don't..."
But the aura pushed. Lila's hand reached out tentatively, cupping Sienna's breast. Sienna gasped, then reciprocated — pinching Lila's nipple. They came closer, lips brushing in a hesitant kiss.
Garrick sobbed. "My daughters... no..."
The tension broke them — kiss deepening, hands exploring. Lila came first, rubbing against Sienna's thigh.
Ethan stripped, cock springing free — massive, veiny, dripping. The girls gasped.
"Lila first," he said. "On the bed."
Lila lay back, legs spread. Ethan knelt, licking her young pussy — tongue lashing her clit, dipping deep. She moaned, hands in his hair. "Oh... Father, I'm sorry... it feels so good..."
Garrick stroked faster, tears flowing. "Lila... my baby girl..."
Sienna watched, fingering herself. Ethan switched, devouring Sienna — sucking her clit hard, fingers pumping. She screamed, squirting on his face.
He fingered both — three fingers in Sienna's thicker pussy, two in Lila's tight one. They came together, squirting on his hands.
"Now, fuck each other," Ethan growled.
"Grind like sluts."
The sisters hesitated — emotional storm raging. "Sister... we can't..." Lila cried.
Sienna, aroused beyond reason, pulled Lila on top — pussies rubbing in scissor position. They ground, moans mixing with sobs. "I'm sorry, Father... but it's so hot..."
Garrick came weakly, whimpering.
Ethan positioned over Lila. "Ready for real cock?"
She nodded, tears in eyes. He pushed in — her virgin tightness stretching, blood mixing with juices. She screamed, but came almost immediately.
He fucked her hard — thrusts shaking the bed. "Take it, little slut. Show Father how his daughter cums on a real man's dick."
Lila squirted repeatedly, sobbing. "Daddy... look at me... I'm a whore now!"
Garrick broke, cumming again.
Ethan pulled out, switching to Sienna. She was wetter, taking him deeper. "Fuck me, Master... breed your step-daughter slut!"
He pounded her — ass rippling, tits bouncing. She came, squirting arcs.
He alternated — dirty, relentless. Doggy for Lila, missionary for Sienna, making them kiss during.
"Sisters... this is us now," Sienna moaned, cumming on his cock while licking Lila's pussy.
He bred Lila first — flooding her womb. She screamed, squirting.
Then Sienna — pumping deep. She came, milking him.
Exhausted, they lay in cum-soaked mess, kissing each other.
Garrick watched, forever changed.
The daughters begged for more.
To be continued…