Beat your father

Elsa is a beautiful young northern princess with a tall and slender build, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, thin pink lips, a small nose, long, platinum-blonde hair, and pale skin with a light dusting of freckles.

At 21 years old, Elsa is in the prime of her youth. Your father's **** procurers brought her to the harem three years ago and she quickly became one of his favorites.

Over the past three years, your father took her to his bed countless times, training her to be the perfect harem ****, yet his efforts to impregnate her were in vain. No matter how many times he came inside, her womb never opened to him. was as though his sperm froze and died inside her.

Tonight, you are determined to succeed where your father failed by ensuring Elsa carries your child after your very first night together.

“You are perfect,” you remark, your voice soft and appreciative as Elsa kneels before you, her unclothed form bathed in the warm glow of lamplight. She submissively takes your manhood in her mouth, kissing and licking masterfully.

The expertise she gained sucking your father's cock now serves your pleasure. “Tell me,” you ask, a sly smirk curving your lips, “who is more well-endowed, me or my father?”

Elsa’s blue eyes flicker with a hint of mischief as she licks your precum with her tongue, "You're far more well-endowed." She was an ice queen when she was first brought to the harem, but after having sex with your father for three years, she has warmed up to sexual pleasures.

Some sons might feel icky about inheriting their father's sloppy seconds, but not you. You relish it. Every **** your father molded and trained feels like a carefully handcrafted gift. You feel eager to beat him, to claim his favorite **** girl, and make her yours in every way.

“I suspect you were using northern magic to freeze and kill my father’s seed,” you say, brushing your fingers gently across her freckled cheek. “I want you to do no such thing with mine. Instead, give me a son, and I will make you my queen.”

Elsa’s eyes narrow skeptically. “You would make a harem **** your queen? Someone who shared your father’s bed and sucked his cock?”

“Yes,” you reply, your tone unwavering. “I will.”

A faint smile tugs at her lips. “Then I will remove the magic. But you will only succeed if you can make me feel good.”

Your grin widens. “Sounds like a challenge.”