Chapter 2:The Gathering

I couldn’t stop shaking.

Forty minutes. That’s all I had left before the rest of the family descended into this torch-lit chamber of sin.

Forty minutes of Darius circling me like a wolf that had finally cornered its prey, while my traitorous pussy kept leaking down my thighs, ruining the expensive black silk of my mourning dress.

He hadn’t even properly touched me yet, and I was already a dripping, aching mess.

“Take off your panties, Ivy,” he ordered quietly, leaning against the black marble altar with his powerful arms crossed.

The torchlight carved sharp shadows across his face, making him look even more dangerous. More god-like. “Now.”

My hands trembled as I reached under the hem of my dress. The fabric was already damp where it clung to my skin.

I hooked my fingers into the soaked lace and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them carefully.

The cool air kissed my bare, swollen pussy and I whimpered softly.

Darius held out his hand. I placed the drenched panties in his palm like an offering.

He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply, eyes closing for a moment in pure masculine satisfaction. When they opened again, they were darker.

“Fucking delicious,” he growled. “You’ve been creaming yourself for months thinking about this cock, haven’t you? Every time you came in secret, it was my name on your tongue.”

I couldn’t deny it. The memory of that thick, heavy shaft swinging between his legs flashed through my mind again and fresh slick trickled down my inner thigh.

I pressed my legs together, but he noticed.

“None of that,” he said, stepping forward.

One large hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face up to his. The other slid between my thighs, cupping my bare, overheated cunt.

Two thick fingers parted my slick folds and stroked slowly from my entrance to my throbbing clit. “This pussy is mine now. It stays wet. It stays open. Understand?”

A broken moan slipped from my lips as he circled my clit with devastating precision. My hips rolled forward shamelessly, chasing his touch.

“Yes… Uncle Darius.”

The title sounded filthy coming from my mouth. His cock twitched visibly in his trousers.

Footsteps began echoing from the stairs outside the heavy door. Multiple sets. Low voices.

My stomach clenched with fresh humiliation even as my pussy fluttered around nothing.

“They’re coming,” I whispered, panic and sick excitement twisting together inside me.

“Good.” He pushed one finger inside me just one stretching my virgin tightness. I gasped at the invasion. “Let them see how ready their precious eldest daughter already is.”

He fucked me slowly with that single finger while the door opened. One by one, the Beaumont relatives filed in. Aunts in severe black dresses.

Cousins I barely knew. Distant uncles and elders whose eyes gleamed with dark anticipation.

At least twenty-five people. Maybe thirty. They formed a wide circle around the altar and me, leaving the center clear for the ritual.

No one spoke. They simply watched as Darius slowly finger-fucked me in front of them.

My face burned with shame, but I couldn’t stop the soft, wet sounds his finger made between my legs.

My nipples were painfully hard against my dress. I could feel their stares crawling over my body especially the men’s.

Hungry. Appraising. Some of the women looked almost… envious.

Darius pulled his finger out and held it up. It glistened obscenely in the torchlight.

“Look at your future matriarch,” he announced, voice carrying through the chamber. “Already soaking for her breeding. The bloodline is strong in this one.”

A few murmurs of approval rippled through the family. Someone whispered, “Just like her mother.”

My knees nearly gave out.

Darius guided me backward until my ass pressed against the edge of the cool marble altar.

He lifted me effortlessly onto it, spreading my thighs wide so the entire gathering could see my glistening, virgin pussy on full display.

I tried to close them, but he gripped my knees and forced them wider apart.

“Hands behind your back,” he commanded.

I obeyed, trembling. The position pushed my breasts forward obscenely.

For the next twenty minutes, he didn’t fuck me. He didn’t even take my dress off yet. Instead, he tormented me in front of everyone.

He teased my clit with slow, lazy strokes while telling the family how he’d protected my virginity for this exact night.

How he’d scared off every boy who dared look at me. How he’d waited years to claim his prize. All while his fingers kept me right on the edge never letting me cum.

I was whimpering. Grinding against his hand like a whore. Tears of frustration and shame pricked my eyes, but my hips wouldn’t stop moving.

“Please…” I finally broke, voice small and desperate. “Uncle Darius… I need—

“You need to be bred,” he finished for me, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You need this cock stretching your tight little cunt open while your entire family watches. Say it.”

My lips quivered. Every eye in the room was locked between my spread legs.

“I… I need to be bred,” I whispered.

“Louder.”

“I need you to breed me!” I cried, humiliation crashing over me in waves as fresh slick gushed onto the altar beneath me. “Please… I can’t take it anymore.”

Darius smiled — slow, cruel, and victorious. He finally reached for the zipper at the back of my dress.

The fabric slid down my shoulders. My full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples dark and aching.

The dress pooled around my waist, leaving me almost completely exposed to the watching crowd.

He leaned down and sucked one stiff nipple into his hot mouth, biting just hard enough to make me arch and moan.

Then the other. Back and forth while his fingers continued their torture between my legs.

The family watched in reverent silence. Some shifted uncomfortably, clearly aroused. One of my older cousins had her hand discreetly pressed between her own thighs.

Darius straightened, towering over me. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness, the sound echoing obscenely.

“Midnight is almost here, Ivy,” he said, voice thick with lust. “Time to show them exactly who this pussy belongs to.”

He pulled his cock free.

The same monstrous, veined beast I had touched myself to for months sprang out — thick, angry, and already leaking precum from the fat head.

It looked even bigger up close. Longer. Heavier. The sight of it made my virgin hole clench visibly in front of everyone.

A collective murmur went through the relatives.

Darius gripped the base and slapped the heavy length against my swollen clit once, twice, three times making wet, obscene sounds that filled the chamber.

I moaned like a broken slut, hips jerking, eyes rolling back.

This was really happening.

My father was barely in the ground, and tonight, on this ancient altar, my uncle was going to ruin me in the most public, degrading, and fertile way possible… while every member of my family bore witness.

And God forgive me — I had never wanted anything more in my life.