3. Stepsons Seed

Chapter 3

I went for breakfast limping.

“What happened to you last night?”

I looked up. Rayna sat at the dining table, drinking soda, her curious eyes staring back at me.

I cleared my throat. “I fell on the stairs.”

“Or my cousins broke your legs?” She snickered.

I laughed it off, pretending she was right because the alternative would have me skinned alive by everyone.

I still can't believe I let them do that to me. I should hate it. I should probably report them because I was drugged… but I enjoyed every bit of it and it's so fucking disgraceful. I've not had a good dick like that in such a long time and it felt like fresh air.

Heat crawled up my cheeks as my heart pounded fast. I let my first stepson pound my pussy and the other fuck my mouth. I couldn't eat my meal, I couldn't swallow anything. As I took water to push down the small piece of scrambled egg I bit, I heard approaching footsteps. A strong hand wrapped around my neck, squeezed softly, and a deep voice murmured, “Good morning, mother.” followed by warm lips pressing a kiss to my cheek, and his cologne—rich, masculine, intoxicating—engulfed my senses.

Damon came into view, heading to the kitchen. Grey shirt, loose black pants. 

Rayna glared between us. “Is that compensation for your legs he broke or? I'm confused.”

Damon grabbed eggs in the kitchen to fry while I felt another intoxicating presence beside me.

Christian. Of course.

His hand slid around the back of my chair. He leaned in close, smelling of fresh rose and clean skin. His damp hair brushed my shoulder, glasses perched on his nose. He casually took my fork and ate a bite of my egg.

“Hmm. So good.” He moaned deeply, the sound vibrating through me, then took another bite. “This tastes so fucking good, right?” He looked at me and winked.

I was frozen. “Y-Yes.”

Rayna stared at us like we’d both grown two heads. “What the fuck am I looking at? What's going on?”

“Uhm. Actually, the boys and I had a great chat last night! So, we are on perfect terms!”

“Yeah, we had a really good chat. Chat so good my dick throbbed throughout the night.” Damon appeared with scrambled eggs and bacon, settling across from me.

“But, this—” Rayna started. 

“Rayna! Don't you need to go to the toy store? Barbie doll latest edition has been released and it’s about to sell out.”

Her face lit up. “Well, mom won't give me money so—”

“I will!” I quickly went back to my room, grabbed my wallet, and handed her my credit card. She snatched it with sparkling eyes and bolted out the door.

I let out a long sigh after watching her leave and faced Christian and Damon.

They were both calmly eating as if they hadn’t just exposed everything.

“What's wrong with you two?!”

“Baby, I had the best fuck of my life. Allow me to flaunt,” Christian said with a wicked smirk.

“No! You both drugged me and—”

“And you came three times. Passed out from exhaustion on the third.”

“Because I was drugged.”

“Because you enjoyed it.” Christian corrected, palming my face possessively. “Your pussy loved my dick in there because it wouldn’t stop clenching around it so desperately, milking me for every drop.”

I swallowed hard. He didn’t lie. I felt the deep ache between my thighs and pressed them together. “Still… what happened there shouldn't happen again.”

“What happened there will happen again tonight.” Damon slowly stood, downing the rest of his water, his Adam’s apple bobbing. The way his throat worked was sinfully hot.

I bit down on my lip.

“Come to the pool at our private quarters. Dress code: your panties, bra, and your pussy wet and ready. Don’t keep us waiting, baby. We’re about to have more fun tonight, mother.” He winked and left.

Christian’s thumb brushed over my hardened nipples, clearly visible through my thin black tank top. “Your nipples are begging to be sucked right now… but we’ll save that for tonight.”

He leaned in, pressing his hot mouth over the fabric and gave the stiff peak a gentle, teasing bite that sent electricity straight to my core.

“Think about this while you touch yourself, mother.”

Then he left too, leaving me speechless and throbbing.

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When I finally returned to my room, I took a long shower. I washed every inch of myself thoroughly, trying to calm the fire still burning under my skin, then prepared to dress for the day.

Nothing could have prepared me for what waited when I walked into my bedroom.

Julian sat on my bed, legs crossed, wearing dark jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his toned frame. His curly hair was tousled, and those beautiful eyes looked up at me with quiet intensity. He was reading a book.

“Hi,” he said, that gorgeous smile spreading across his lips.

I cleared my throat, adjusting my towel, painfully aware I was completely naked underneath. “Julian. How are you? Are you okay?”

“Yes. I just need a favour from you.”

He stood, tossing the book aside.

“What’s that? I’m willing to help with anything.”

He stepped into my space, smelling of fresh citrus. I almost inhaled him.

“I need lessons from you.”

“Okay. What lessons?” I smiled, excited at the thought of bonding with him.

“Lessons on how to fuck.”

My smile vanished. “W-what?”

“My brothers said your pussy was incredible. I thought you might be the perfect tutor… since I’ve never felt what it’s like to fuck.”

I swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “Julian, I might not be the right person—”

“Why not? Because I’m a virgin?”

“No. Actually… yes. You should have the best first experience.”

“Which is why I’m here.” He stepped closer, voice dropping. “I want you to fuck me, mother.”

“Julian—”

“You don’t think I can pleasure you like my brothers did?”

“Julian, we shouldn’t—”

He suddenly grabbed me by the throat, slamming my back against the wall, squeezing hard enough that black spots danced in my vision. Murderous hunger burned in his eyes.

“Jul-Julian… you’re hurting—”

He released me instantly. I dropped into a coughing fit, gasping for air.

“Sorry,” he whispered, voice trembling with restraint. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just… I don’t like being denied.”

I glared at him, chest heaving.

“I want you, Elena. I want you to use me.”

Before I could respond, he pulled out a syringe. “It has two shots. Use my body to do whatever you please. Fuck it, make it your cumdump. Do whatever you please with my body.”

“Julian—!”

He stabbed it into his own neck before I could stop it. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to his knees.

I caught him before he hit the floor.

He’d taken double the dose they’d given me last night. He wouldn’t be moving anytime soon.

My common sense screamed at me… but the heat between my legs won. I dragged his unconscious body onto the bed, positioning him in the center.

My cheeks burned crimson as I unzipped his jeans and tugged them down. I pulled his briefs off next, freeing his massive cock. It was thick, long, and already rock hard—veins pulsing along the heavy shaft, the fat, swollen head glistening.

“So fucking huge…” I murmured in awe.

I wrapped my hand around the thick girth, barely able to close my fingers around it. I leaned down, my tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive head, tasting the salty bead of precum leaking from the slit. I moaned softly at his flavor, then spat on the fat crown, letting my saliva drip down the shaft before I took him into my mouth.

I sucked him greedily, hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as I worked more of his enormous length down my throat. I gagged when he hit the back, but I pushed further, tears pricking my eyes as I deepthroated him. My tongue pressed against the underside, massaging every throbbing vein while my hand stroked what I couldn’t fit.

Julian mumbled incoherently in his drugged state, hips twitching weakly. I sucked harder, faster, stroking and twisting my hand in rhythm with my mouth until his cock swelled even thicker between my lips.

With a low, broken groan, he came.

Thick, hot streak cum flooded my mouth, pulsing powerfully against my tongue. I swallowed as much as I could, the rest spilling from the corners of my lips and dripping down my chin in messy strands.

I straddled him, my dripping pussy hovering over his still-hard cock. I kissed him first, soft and tender, then deeper, rougher, biting and sucking on his unresponsive lips while grinding my soaked folds along his length. I moaned into his mouth as his body twitched beneath me.

Finally, I lined up the fat head with my aching entrance and sank down.

“Oh… fuck…” I gasped as he stretched me open, inch after thick inch splitting my tight walls. I kept going until every last centimeter was buried inside me, his heavy balls pressed against my ass. The fullness was overwhelming, almost painful in the most delicious way.

I started riding him slowly at first, rolling my hips in deep circles, feeling every ridge and vein drag along my inner walls. My juices coated his shaft, making wet, slick sounds every time I lifted and slammed back down. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him harder, faster, my tits bouncing with every thrust.

“Fucking perfect, Julian,” I moaned, grinding my clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. My pussy clenched greedily around him, squeezing.

His body responded even unconscious—his cock twitching inside me. I felt him swell again, and suddenly he was pumping hot cum deep into my womb.

The sensation pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my pussy spasming violently around his cock, soaking him with my release as waves of blinding pleasure crashed through me.

Panting, I leaned down and whispered against his lips, “You fit so perfectly, baby.”

He let out a soft, broken moan in response.