Mirror me smirks like it can sense my confusion. It’s — his — my body shifts to one side and I catch a glimpse of the lone, pale figure drifting into view far below. Dark hair a soft wave down her back. The nightgown I put on her that last night she spent with me hugs her warm curves. Part of my brain wonders why she would wear the same one, but it’s a fleeting thought compared to the bigger picture.
Lenora is with that creature.
My heart kicks in my chest as I watch her climb the platform and stand at the center next to the grotesque altar carved from crude wood, green with rot and swollen as if recently pulled from the depths of the ocean. The figure of me turns to her and I rush to the glass. My palms bite into the edges as I grab the sides.
“Lenora!”
My voice carries through the chapel, but the woman inside the glass glances up only when the figure of me reaches her.
Does she not see the eyes? How can she believe it’s me? But she is not screaming in fear. She’s not asking how it’s possible. She continues to stand and speak to it like it’s normal.
“Get away from her!”
My fist beats the glass. I push away when nothing happens and spin to face the room, the walls. Still no doors. No way to run to her.
“You’ll enjoy this part,”the thing taunts.
I have no desire to watch, but my feet turn to the view of my hands brushing the nightgown off Lenora’s perfect frame. It puddles at her feet, leaving all that soft flesh bare and flushed before the creature kissing her.
My hands reach for the frame once more. They curl into the foliage carved into the wood until the edges cut into flesh.
“Watch her,”the voice hisses.“Watch her spread her legs and take your cock.”
But it’s not mine.
Not the mouth latched to her tight little nipple. Not the hips positioning high between her sprawled thighs.
But I feel the whisper of her fingers gliding down my back. I feel the hard points of her breasts graze my chest.
When the thing plunges inside her, takes her innocence and she wails, my cock throbs.
“She’s so wet, isn’t she?”The hot sleeve of Lenora’s pussy grips me.“It’s how you always imagined she’d feel. All those nights you’d lie in your bed and imagine her getting mounted and railed by your sons. Her tight hole, full of cum.
I’m so deep inside her. She’s taking every inch like such a good girl. Her every breath is hot and greedy in my ear, whimpering my name.
“Now, you can breed her. Pump your brother’s little girl with all that cum you’ve been saving just for her. And she wants it, Uncle Marcus. Wants you, unloading your seed so deep her belly swells with your baby.”
God, the image of Lenora fat and round with my baby…
In my ear, her breathy moan echoes long and hungry.
“Don’t stop, Uncle Marcus. Your cock feels so good.”
I growl deep in my throat and fuck her hard. Slam into that greedy cunt until her whimpers are screams.
“Don’t call me that!”
Her giggles fill my ears.“But I like it. Like knowing my daddy’s big brother is pounding my virgin pussy. Going to fill me with his baby.”
Fuck … no!
But she’s gripping me so tight and, God, I can’t stop.
“Don’t stop. I’m cumming, Uncle Marcus. Harder. Fuck me.”
Her hole seizes and I feel the hot, sticky flood of her cunt gush down my cock. Soak my balls. Her filthy scream of, “Oh, please, Uncle Marcus!” echoes in my head and I cum in her pulsing channel.
I pump in her and flood her. It comes out of her greedy hole pink, tainted by her innocence.
