A Simple Task

“Nothing too onerous,” Caldersmith says with a dismissive wave, though his tone lacks its usual confidence. “By my mother’s decree, you must offer your firstborn child as a hostage.”

You stare at him, incredulous. “I don’t have a child.”

“Of course not. And frankly, it would complicate things if you did.” He takes a measured sip of wine, his hand trembling slightly, but before you can respond, the door swings open.

A young woman strides in, her presence commanding the room. Dressed in an elegant cream gown that hugs her strong, curvaceous frame, she radiates vitality. Her chestnut curls cascade over her shoulders, framing a face that is both striking and expressive. Her large, doe-like eyes shine with excitement, but there’s a hint of nervous energy in her step. She’s no delicate flower—Victoria is strong, her full figure and ample, firm breasts a testament to her robust health. Her movements are graceful but deliberate, her confidence masking the uncertainty that flickers in her eyes.

“Brother! The maid said you had need of me,” she says, slightly breathless.

Caldersmith’s wine glass nearly slips from his fingers as he rises, his expression falling. “Victoria?” he says, his voice thick with disbelief. “Where is Liliana? I thought Mother would send her.”

Victoria’s expression wavers, but she holds his gaze, forcing a small smile. “It was supposed to be her,” she says softly. “But I begged to come instead. It’s been nearly a year since I last saw you.”

Caldersmith sighs, the weight of what’s to come visible in his eyes. “But you’re… so young.”

“I turned eighteen last month,” she replies, pride softening her voice.

He looks away as if dispelling a memory. “Then I suppose you are indeed old enough,” he murmurs, his tone laden with resignation.

Her face softens with concern. “You’re scaring me, brother. What’s wrong?”

He clears his throat, glancing at you with an expression of weary resolve. “This is my half-sister, Victoria. One of my mother’s unacknowledged children.”

You take in the contrast between them. Where Lord Caldersmith is short and balding, Victoria stands nearly at your height, her presence vibrant and commanding. Her large eyes search yours, a blend of trepidation and curiosity shining in their depths. There’s an innocence there, tempered by a hint of resolve—an eagerness to understand her place in all of this, yet an underlying fear of what that might entail. Her gaze lingers, as if she’s trying to read your intentions, before turning back to her brother.

Caldersmith turns back to her, visibly conflicted. “Victoria, I’m sorry. I never wanted this for you.”

Victoria’s face falls, confusion and hurt flashing in her eyes.

“But,” he continues, straightening with a weary sigh, “there are sacrifices we all must make for the good of House Caldersmith. Today, Victoria, I must ask you to make yours.”

"You’re scaring me, brother. What is it that I must do?"

“My dearest sister,” he says, his voice breaking, “for the sake of our house, you must allow this man to… to plant his seed in you.”

The color drains from Victoria’s face as her gaze darts first to you, then back to her brother. "I... I cannot... I've never..."

Caldersmith steps forward, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You must, dear sister. If not for Mother, then for me. Without this alliance—without him, and through him, the Princess—I fear our house will not survive much longer.”

Victoria swallows hard, blinking back the shimmer of unshed tears. She nods, finally. “For you, then,” she says, her voice trembling.

“What if it doesn’t take?” you ask.

He shrugs, though his face betrays his unease. “There are never any guarantees, but she is young, and the women of my family are exceptionally fertile, so chances are high.”

“Under normal circumstances, we’d wait for confirmation before proceeding,” Caldersmith says, his tone heavy. “But House Duccato has been making advances, and Mother believes the Queen will **** Viola into a decision at tomorrow’s ball.”

You nod slowly, turning to look at the young woman before you, fully aware that your life may be forfeit if she declines. “Do you… want to do this?”

Victoria’s large eyes meet yours, a flicker of defiance mingling with her apprehension. She searches your face, perhaps hoping to find a glimmer of hesitation or doubt, but you offer only honesty. The reality is that both of you are pawns in a larger game, bound by the demands of those far more powerful than either of you.

“Anything for my family,” she says, a faint flush creeping into her face.

Lord Caldersmith has the decency to look away in shame.

“Regrettably, I must be here to witness the coupling,” he says uncomfortably.

Victoria nods and, after a few seconds of awkward fiddling, the large cream-colored dress slides down to reveal her impossibly beautiful figure. Soft, but not fat, with large, pale breasts that defy gravity, she stands before you, her body trembling but resolute. Her hands instinctively move to cover herself, but she forces them back to her side, allowing you an unimpeded view of her spectacular body.

“Relax,” you tell the flustered girl, gently taking her hands and placing them at her side.

She shivers at your touch and looks away shyly. “I’m a virgin,” she says lamely.

You nod and, with great care, remove your shirt and take her into your arms, her soft flesh pressing against you.

"You’re beautiful," you whisper, your fingers stroking the smooth skin of her back.

Her breath catches, and a small moan escapes her lips. You can feel her nipples harden against you as your hands work their way down.

You slip a hand under the hem of her panties and begin kneading her gorgeous ass. A low moan escapes her throat, and she presses herself to you, grinding her crotch against your hardening bulge.

“You’re getting my pants all wet,” you tease, pushing the girl away.

Victoria blushes furiously, her eyes glancing down at the wet spot her arousal has left on your pants.

"I’m s..." she stammers, but you put a finger to her lips, a grin spreading across your face.

"Relax," you say, pulling her in for a kiss.

You slide a hand up her body and cup one of her spectacular breasts, squeezing and kneading while your other finds its way down to the hem of her panties and, ever so slowly, slides them over her wide hips. She pulls away from the kiss, her cheeks flushed, fear and excitement battling for control of her delicate features.

Her hands move to cover her neatly manicured sex, but she forces them back to her side, allowing you an unimpeded view of her spectacular body.

“Like what you see?” she asks, half in jest, but with an undertone of youthful uncertainty.

You answer by falling to your knees, trailing kisses down her belly and onto her supple thighs.

She trembles as you work your way up, and a quiet whimper escapes her lips as you gently nuzzle her mons.

You spread her smooth outer lips and begin to probe and lick the inner folds with your tongue, savoring the sweet taste of her sex. She gasps and grabs you by the hair, holding your head in place.

You feel her body stiffen in ecstasy as her orgasm hits, her hips pressing forward as hot fluid gushes over your face.

"That was amazing," she says, her legs still quivering from the experience.

"Are you ready?" you ask her, looking up into her eyes.

She takes a deep breath and nods.

In one smooth motion, you rise and pull her into your arms. She instinctively wraps her legs around your waist, her arms clutching tightly to your neck, her breath shallow as she melts into you.

You carry her across the room, making your way to the large, ornate table at its center. The weight of the moment hangs heavily between you as you set her down, the room filled with an electric tension.

With a tug, you pull down your pants and let your erection spring free.

Her eyes widen at the sight, and from somewhere behind you, Lord Caldersmith gasps in shock and horror. "Is that... normal?" she asks, unable to look away.

"It certainly is not," Caldersmith interjects, his eyes bulging as he tries to put himself between you and his sister.

"No, brother," she says, pushing him away, "This is my duty, and I must see it through."

Caldersmith squeezes his eyes shut and nods.

With great care, she guides the head of your cock between her legs, gasping as the wide tip pushes past her soft lips.

You feel a barrier within her and hesitate as her expression changes from one of resignation to one of fear and uncertainty.

"Take a deep breath," you whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

With a firm push, you pierce her maidenhood, your cock sinking nearly halfway, a sharp cry escaping her lips.

"It’s done," you reassure her, stroking her hair as hot tears stream down her cheeks. "The worst is over."

You remain there a while, buried within her as she adjusts to the new sensation.

Slowly, carefully, you begin to push forward, savoring the warmth and tightness of her body. Despite her brother’s fears, her body acclimates to your girth, and the initial pain brought on by the loss of her innocence quickly melts away.

"This feels incredible," she gasps as you begin to thrust. Slow, measured strokes so as not to overwhelm her.

"Oh Goddess... I’m so... full!" she moans, pulling you to her, pressing her soft breasts against your hard chest and kissing you deeply.

"I’m... cumming," she gasps, her entire body tensing as she reaches climax. You feel her tighten, the hot walls of her pussy contracting around your shaft, and it’s enough to send you over the edge. With a satisfied grunt, you unload yourself within her, your hot seed flooding her womb.

Spent, you try to push away, but find yourself held in place by powerful legs.

"Not yet," she says, her voice shaking. "We need to be sure."

You nod and wait, enjoying the warmth and closeness of her body. It isn’t until several minutes later that she finally relaxes her grip, allowing you to pull out.

As your cock slides free from her pussy, a river of red-tinged cum pours from her, ruining the carpet below.

"So it is done," Lord Caldersmith says, unable to look in your direction.

He clears his throat, "On behalf of my Mother, Duchess Lucretia Caldersmith, I welcome you into my family as an adopted brother. May the Goddess bless you and keep you safe."

With the formalities taken care of, he hurries from the room, leaving the two of you alone.

Victoria smiles shyly and looks up at you. "Am I to call you brother now?"

You shrug, "I suppose so. Is there something else you’d prefer?"

She blushes, her face turning bright red. "Well... I’m not really your sister, am I? I may well be carrying your child."

It hits you for the first time that any number of women, from the young widow you slept with your first night in this strange land, to the assassin you left recovering in your bed, may well be carrying your children.

You ponder the implications, but are brought out of your reverie by a tentative hand on your chest.

"Would you... Would you mind if we tried again?" she asks hesitantly.

You blink at her in surprise, "Are you sure?"

She climbs from the table and stands before you, her hair matted with sweat, her large, firm breasts rising and falling with her breath.

"This is the first real task that’s ever been assigned to me. The first thing that House Caldersmith has ever asked of me. I am to do it well."

"So this is just duty?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Perhaps," she smiles coyly, her eyes sparkling, "Or perhaps I’m just looking for an excuse to get you back inside me."

She wraps her arms around you and pushes you against the wall, her mouth pressed hard against yours.

"Either way," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust, "I’m going to get what I want."

She pushes you into a nearby chair and is on you in an instant. Knees on either side of you, straddling your waist. Her breasts press against your face as she slides down, the shaft of your cock running along the length of her pussy.

"Oh yes," she moans, "Just like that."

She begins to grind, coating you with her juices, preparing you for what is to come.

She guides your cock between her legs and lowers herself slowly, gasping as it pushes past her slick lips and into the depths of her pussy.

You wrap your arms around her waist and thrust, burying yourself to the hilt.

"Yes!" she cries, "Oh yes! Fuck me!"

She rides you like a woman possessed, her perfect body bouncing up and down as she screams and moans, her tight pussy desperately trying to draw your seed from you.

You can feel her climax building, her pussy tightening and pulsing around your shaft as she nears orgasm.

Finally, her body spasms, and she throws her head back, her cunt clamping down on your cock, a flood of juices coating your balls.

You explode inside her, hot cum filling her to overflowing. She collapses against your chest, panting and shaking.