A+C. fuck and breed your stepmother while your father watches (rough, male domination, cuckolding, netori).

You have never felt like this before. For the first time in your life, you are in control, free to shape your destiny as you see fit.

"Kneel," you command, your voice resonating with an unnatural authority.

Your father and stepmother obey immediately, dropping to their knees and kneeling before you without hesitation. The sight of them kneeling before you - ignites a sense of power that feels as intoxicating as it is unfamiliar.

"I am the head of this house now," you declare, your tone firm and commanding. "You are my servants, and you will obey me without question."

"Yes, master, we are your servants," your father, Dammar Ellan, responds without a hint of resistance. He has always been a man who yields to authority, content in his unambitious life, never questioning his station or challenging his place in the world.

Your gaze shifts to your stepmother, Isolde. She is young and attractive, her features soft and inviting. Her ample curves, soft breasts, and feminine hips are wasted on your dull, middle-aged father. Clad only in her shift, she looks up at you, her expression submissive and compliant.

"And as for you," you say, your tone cold and commanding, "from tonight on, your body belongs to me, not your husband."

Isolde nods slowly, her voice soft and compliant. "Yes, master," she murmurs, her words carrying no hint of defiance.

Her submission does not surprise you. Isolde has always been dutiful, accepting the roles imposed upon her without question. She married your father, had sex with him, warmed his bed, and bore his children out of obligation, not love or desire. With your newfound power, her will bends effortlessly to yours, and she becomes entirely yours.

For a fleeting moment, a pang of guilt stirs within you. But it vanishes as quickly as it came, swept away by the intoxicating realization that you are no longer the powerless farm boy struggling to find his place in the world.

You are the master now. And with this dark power coursing through you, the possibilities are endless.

"Let’s go to the main bedroom," you command your stepmother, and then turn to your father. "You too. I want you to watch her become mine!" Your words carry a cruel edge, but they are undeniable, and your father obeys without hesitation.

Soon enough, the three of you find yourselves in the main bedroom. "Undress," you command them, and they comply without a moment’s hesitation.

"On your knees."

Following your next order, Isolde drops to her knees and uses her large, soft breasts and warm mouth to pleasure your cock. Your father stands silently to the side, submissively watching as his beautiful young wife kisses and licks his son's cock.

It feels incredible - the power you hold over both of them. Your stepmother's lips on your cock, her wet tongue expertly caressing it, her fingers playing with your balls.

The rush of power you feel is overwhelming, like nothing you have ever experienced before. The control, the domination - it consumes you, filling the void of your once powerless existence.

For the first time in your life, you feel truly alive.

You're rough with Isolde, dominating her while her husband watches as a submissive cuckold. "My cock tastes better than my father's, doesn't it?" you ask her.

"Yes, your cock tastes much better," Isolde admits, without you needing to use your power, "Your cock is also bigger and thicker than his."

"Answer truthfully, you want my cock inside your cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, I want it inside my cunt!" Your stepmother confesses. "I've wanted it for four years now! I know you ogle at my cleavage, and I secretly love the attention!"

A smirk spreads across your face. "You are such a sinful woman, Isolde! Lusting for your husband's son! Drooling over your stepson's cock!"

Isolde blushes and you lean in close. "Alright, I'll give you what you desire. But first, get on the bed and lay face down with your ass up."

She complies, assuming the submissive position.

"I want you to watch closely," you command your father, who does as you ask, "how a real man fucks and impregnates your wife."

"Ah!" Isolde moans as you enter her, your thick rod thrusting deep inside her.

"Tell me how my cock makes you feel," you demand.

"It feels amazing! Your cock is so much better than your father's!"

Isolde begins to move her hips on her own accord, no longer under your power. You continue to fuck her roughly, repeatedly penetrating her, pulling her hair and slapping her ass.

"Ah!" You touch and caress your stepmother's ample breasts, a fantasy of yours come true. You rub and squeeze them to your heart's content.

As your stepmother tightens her grip around your cock, her pussy eagerly squeezes every drop of cum out of you.

And you don't let her down; you pump an incredible amount of your hot sperm into her womb, only the first of many rounds to come.

By the end of the night, you climax fourteen times inside her, marking her as yours while her husband watches submissively.

You wake in the morning to a pleasant warmth, Isolde lying unclothed in your arms. Her soft breaths tickle your chest, and for a moment, you feel a strange satisfaction. She may already be carrying your child - her third, but your first.

The thought stirs something primal within you. This is your house now, and everything within it belongs to you.

Your father is no longer the head of this household; he is nothing more than a servant at your command. After breakfast, you order him to work the fields alone, freeing yourself from the burdens of farm life to enjoy the pleasures of your new station.

And with Isolde, there are many pleasures to enjoy.

All day, the two of you indulge in your newfound freedom, in every position, her every hole. On the bed, on the dining table, bent over the kitchen counter, by the fireplace, against the wall, in the bath, on the floor, in the basement, even against the window where the sunlight streams in - it feels like a celebration of your power, your dominance, your new life.

This is your life now, and it is infinitely better than the one you had before.

No longer are you a powerless farm boy, toiling away for scraps of respect and comfort. You have power now. True power.

As you repeatedly have sex with Isolde, her body eager for your touch, a new thought takes root in your mind. You have already become the ruler of your house. Why not aim higher? The village could be next. Then the fief. And perhaps even more beyond that.

For the first time, the possibilities of your future feel limitless. You decide -

A. to lay low for a year, perfecting your new power in secret, until you’re ready to make your next move.

B. the village will be your next conquest. The men will serve you, broken and obedient, while you create a harem of the most beautiful women.

C. to infiltrate the local church, feigning devotion to Healos, the god of healing, while secretly corrupting its priests and followers from within.

D. to venture into the forest and confront Darya, the half-elven mage, using your power to either enslave her or **** her to teach you advanced magic.

E. to hunt the beast that killed your mother. Killing or enslaving such a powerful creature would grant you both **** and power.

F. to head to the inn, seeking news of the outside world. Adventurers and merchants may hold valuable information - or prove useful pawns for your plans.

G. to apply for a servant’s position in your feudal lord’s manor, aiming to rise through manipulation and intrigue until you seize control of his power and influence.