Chapter 3:Daddy's Altar

The heavy weight of Darius’s cock rested against my soaked pussy like a promise and a threat.

He dragged the thick, veined length up and down my clit, coating himself in my shame while twenty-five pairs of eyes devoured every twitch of my body.

I was naked from the waist up, black mourning dress bunched uselessly around my hips, legs spread obscenely wide on the cold marble altar.

My full breasts heaved with every shaky breath, nipples tight and glistening from his earlier mouth.

And between my thighs… God, I was a mess. My cunt glistened obscenely, swollen and flushed, dripping steadily onto the ancient stone.

Darius looked down at me with dark satisfaction. “Such a pretty little whore already,” he murmured, loud enough for the entire chamber to hear.

“Look at you leaking for your uncle’s cock in front of the whole family.”

Heat flooded my face, but my hips rolled up involuntarily, trying to catch the fat head of his cock against my entrance. He pulled back with a low chuckle.

“Not yet, Ivy. Good girls earn their breeding.”

He dropped to his knees between my spread thighs like a man about to worship except this was no gentle devotion.

This was ritualistic hunger. His big hands gripped the back of my knees and pushed them toward my chest, folding me open even wider. T

he position exposed everything: my dripping hole, my tight little asshole, every humiliating inch of me.

The family leaned closer. I could hear their breathing change.

Darius looked up at me, gray eyes burning. “You’re going to call me Daddy tonight, little girl.

Every time I make this needy cunt feel good, you thank your Daddy properly.

Understand?”

I bit my lip hard, torn between the crushing shame and the throbbing ache inside me.

My voice came out small. “Yes… Uncle Darius.”

His palm cracked sharply against the side of my ass not enough to bruise, but enough to make me yelp.

“Wrong answer.” He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue slowly from my asshole all the way up to my throbbing clit in one long, filthy lick. My entire body jerked. “Try again.”

A broken moan tore from my throat. “Daddy…”

“Louder. Let them hear who owns this pussy now.”

“Daddy!” I cried, voice echoing off the stone walls.

The moment the word left my lips, he buried his face between my thighs like a starving man.

There was nothing polite about it. No teasing flicks. Darius devoured me sucking my swollen clit into his hot mouth with obscene hunger, tongue lashing hard and fast before plunging deep into my virgin hole.

He fucked me with it, thick and relentless, while his nose ground against my clit.

I screamed.

The wet, filthy sounds of him eating my cunt filled the chamber — loud slurping, groaning, the rhythmic smack of his lips.

My juices ran down his chin as he feasted, sucking and licking like he wanted to drink every drop of my shame.

“That’s it,” he growled against my folds, the vibration making my eyes roll back. “Feed Daddy this sweet virgin nectar. You’ve been saving it for me, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I sobbed, hands fisting in his thick hair.

My hips bucked wildly against his face, grinding my dripping pussy all over his tongue.

The watching eyes only made it worse hotter. I could feel their stares like physical touches on my exposed breasts, on my spread cunt, on the way my asshole clenched every time he licked lower.

He pulled back just enough to slap my pussy lightly three sharp, wet smacks right on my clit then dove back in, sucking even harder.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me suddenly, stretching my tightness while his mouth focused mercilessly on my clit.

I was going to cum. Right there on the altar in front of my entire family.

“Daddy- Daddy please I’m so close”

He curled his fingers against a spot that made stars explode behind my eyes and sucked my clit like he was trying to pull my soul out through my pussy.

I shattered.

The orgasm crashed through me so violently my back arched off the marble.

I screamed his new title loud enough for the ancestors to hear: “DADDY!” My cunt spasmed wildly around his fingers, gushing slick all over his face and the altar.

He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked me through every brutal wave, drawing it out until my legs shook uncontrollably and tears streamed down my cheeks.

Only when I was a whimpering, overstimulated wreck did he finally pull back

. His mouth and chin glistened with my cum.

He rose slowly, towering over me, and wiped his face with the back of his hand before licking it clean.

“Look at your eldest daughter,” he told the gathered family, voice rough with lust.

“Already cumming like a desperate slut on her Daddy’s tongue. The bloodline will be strong.”

Murmurs of approval and dark arousal rippled through the crowd.

One of my aunts had her hand pressed tightly between her thighs.

Darius gripped my jaw, forcing me to look up at him. His massive cock throbbed angrily against my stomach, leaving sticky trails of precum on my skin.

“You taste even better than I imagined, princess,” he said softly, almost tenderly.

Then his voice dropped into something darker. “But tonight isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about breeding you. Filling this fertile little womb until it takes.”

He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down my oversensitive clit again, teasing my entrance, dipping just the tip inside before pulling back. Over and over. Edging my aching hole while I whimpered and begged.

“Please, Daddy… I need it. I need your cock…”

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip. “You’ll get every inch.

But not until you’re crying for it. Not until every person here sees exactly how a Beaumont girl submits.”

His fingers returned to my clit slow, torturous circles — keeping me right on the agonizing edge again.

The family watched in rapt silence as he played with me like his personal toy.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours of exquisite torment. Every time I got close, he slowed down or pulled away completely, leaving me sobbing and humping the air.

By the time the grandfather clock somewhere above us began to chime midnight, I was a broken, dripping mess mascara running, thighs trembling violently, pussy gaping slightly from his fingers and visibly pulsing with desperate need.

Darius positioned the huge head of his cock right against my virgin entrance and held my gaze.

“Time to make you mine, Ivy Beaumont,” he growled.

“Time to show them who this cunt belongs to for the rest of your life.”

He started pushing forward.