Incest Pendragon

A/N: I'll probably start updating this daily again. I've remembered my original purpose for writing this book.

Yeah, I had forgotten it for a while but recently found it again.

I need some sadistic pleasure, and this book provides exactly that.

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Night

Stripping her completely bare, Uther wasted no time making his intent clear.

His lips crashed against hers with an intensity that left no room for resistance.

She had no choice but to become his plaything, her body a mere instrument for his desires.

His hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of her trembling form, while his tongue licked and tasted her skin with a fervor that left her breath hitching.

"I have to admit, Prelati, there's something undeniably sinful about you," Uther murmured, his voice dripping with lust. "Your body is smoother and sexier than I ever imagined."

She glared at him, anger and humiliation burning in her eyes, but her trembling body betrayed her. She was completely at the mercy of this perverted king. Even her armpits weren't spared—he licked them thoroughly, savoring every bit of her as she tried desperately to stifle her moans. She bit her lip, hoping to seem indifferent, to bore him, but Uther wasn't so easily deterred. He continued his assault, licking her clean as if she were a feast laid out before him.

She bit her lip, desperately trying to stifle her moans, determined to deny him the satisfaction of seeing her submit.

 But Uther was relentless. He didn't stop, didn't slow down.

His hands and mouth explored her body with meticulous precision, teasing every sensitive spot until her resistance began to crumble.

When his lips closed around one of her nipples, sucking hard, she couldn't hold back any longer.

 A moan escaped her lips, loud and undeniable.

"King Uther... not there... ahh…!" she gasped, her voice trembling as he kneaded her breasts with his hands, his thumbs brushing against her hardened peaks while his mouth continued its assault.

He ignored her protests entirely, doubling down on his efforts.

His palms squeezed and massaged her chest while his tongue flicked against her sensitive nipples, drawing another helpless cry from her lips.

When he was satisfied, Uther shifted his focus lower. His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her wet and ready.

He smirked as he slipped two fingers inside her, his movements slow but deliberate, curling and thrusting in a way that made her legs tremble.

"You're soaking wet already, Prelati," he said, his voice laced with mockery. "Now, bend over. Let me take you properly."

Her face burned with shame as she nodded, unable to defy him.

Slowly, she positioned herself on all fours, her trembling body exposed and vulnerable as Uther moved behind her.

With one hand gripping her waist, he aligned himself and thrust forward, his massive cock piercing through her hymen in one brutal motion.

A sharp cry escaped her lips as blood trickled down her thighs, the undeniable proof of her virginity taken by the king.

Gripping her hips firmly, Uther began to move. His thrusts were rough and relentless, each one driving deep into her.

His cock filled her completely, stretching her walls with every thrust as her moans echoed through the room.

Prelati's body betrayed her again, responding to his movements despite the humiliation etched across her face.

Her body rocked beneath him, her moans growing louder with every powerful stroke.

He showed no mercy, his pace unyielding as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

He pounded into her with raw, animalistic desire, his grip on her waist firm as he claimed her body without restraint.

Her moans, a mix of pleasure and despair, filled the air as the night wore on, her body surrendering completely to his dominance.

...

When the morning sun broke through the tent, she stirred awake, her body aching and sore.

Her half-lidded eyes opened to the sight of King Uther looming over her, his cock buried deep inside her, relentlessly pounding her sore cunt.

"King Uther…" she managed to murmur, trying to voice a protest.

But before the words could leave her mouth, a hard, brutal thrust from his hips made her gasp, her protest turning into an involuntary moan.

His movements were merciless, his cock stretching her insides with each powerful thrust.

Her nails clawed at the mat beneath her, her body shuddering under his dominance.

"Ah...! I'm going to cum, King Uther...!" she cried out, her voice trembling.

Her body spasmed as she squirted uncontrollably, her juices spraying across the mat and splashing onto his thighs.

Her breathing grew ragged, and her energy was completely drained, her body collapsing under him.

But Uther didn't stop.

His dissatisfaction was clear as he paused, looking down at her with disdain.

"You're weak," he said, his voice cold and cutting. "Sith is better than you in every way."

With that, he pulled his cock out of her overstimulated, dripping cunt, a wet noise echoing in the air as he stood up.

Her juices still clung to his cock as he grabbed his clothes, dressing himself without a second glance at her.

He left the tent without another word, his footsteps heavy on the ground outside.

"Asshole," she whispered under her breath, her voice barely audible, afraid he might hear her and make good on his threats to dispose of her.

Her body ached as she tried to move, every part of her feeling sore after the night she'd endured.

She clutched her torn nun's dress, pulling it over her trembling body.

Limping out of the tent, her steps were unsteady, her thighs sticky and exhausted from the king's relentless assault, a painful reminder of the virginity she'd lost to this depraved king.