Chapter 8

You adjust your angle, driving deeper into Keisha's gripping pussy as she claws at the bedspread beneath her. The divine cock stretches her completely, hitting spots that make her entire body convulse.

**"Come for Daddy,"** you command, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. **"Show me what a good little girl you are."**

Keisha's second orgasm tears through her like lightning. Her pussy clamps down violently around your cock, her back arching as she screams your name—or rather, your title. **"DADDY! OH GOD DADDY I'M COMING!"** Her walls ripple and pulse, trying to milk you as wetness gushes around your shaft.

You don't slow down. You pound through her climax, extending it, making it roll into a second wave before the first has even finished. Her voice breaks into hoarse sobs of pleasure.

**"Again,"** you growl, reaching forward to grab a fistful of her afro, pulling her head back to expose the collar gleaming on her throat. **"I want to feel you come on Daddy's cock again."**

**"Yes Daddy yes!"** Keisha wails, tears streaming down her face from the overwhelming sensation. **"I'll come as many times as Daddy wants! Please breed me! Fill me up! Make me pregnant!"**

Her third orgasm hits barely a minute later, triggered by your thumb finding her clit and rubbing firm circles. She shakes so hard you have to hold her up, her pussy spasming around you as she chants your title like a prayer. **"Daddy Daddy Daddy please!"**

The fourth comes when you shift your grip to both shoulders, using the leverage to slam into her cervix with each thrust. Keisha's scream is silent this time, her mouth open in a perfect O as her entire body locks up in ecstasy. When sound returns, she's babbling incoherently. **"Breed me please breed me Daddy I need your cum I need to be pregnant please fill me up!"**

By the fifth orgasm, Keisha is limp in your hands, barely able to hold herself up. Her pussy is so sensitive now that every thrust makes her whimper and shake. **"Please Daddy,"** she sobs weakly. **"Please give me your cum. I'm yours. I'm completely yours. My pussy belongs to you. Please breed your little girl."**

**"That's right,"** you murmur, feeling your own climax building through the ring's control. **"You're mine now. Say it."**

**"I'm Daddy's little girl forever,"** Keisha whispers, voice hoarse and broken. **"Please... please make me pregnant. I don't want anyone else. Just Daddy. Only Daddy."**

You release the ring's hold on your orgasm. Divine seed floods Keisha's womb in thick, hot pulses—supernatural in volume and potency. The collar's enchantment activates immediately, guaranteeing conception as your cum fills her completely, overflowing to leak down her thighs.

Keisha's final orgasm ripples through her at the sensation of being bred, weak and prolonged, her pussy milking every drop from your cock as she whimpers. **"Thank you Daddy,"** she breathes. **"Thank you for making me yours."**

You withdraw from Keisha's pussy with a wet sound, divine cum immediately spilling from her stretched opening to puddle on the sheets beneath her. She whimpers softly at the loss, too exhausted to lift her head from where it's pressed into the mattress.

**"Sleep now, baby girl,"** you murmur, pulling her shorts the rest of the way off before scooping her limp body into your arms. The hoodie hangs loose around her, barely covering her breasts. Her head lolls against your shoulder, eyes already half-closed.

**"Mmm... Daddy..."** she mumbles, nuzzling into your chest as you carry her out into the hallway.

Your bedroom door opens silently. Inside, Diane and Patricia lie tangled together in your sheets, both naked except for the collars gleaming on their throats. Moonlight through the window catches the silver hardware. You can see the dried evidence of earlier breeding on their thighs.

You lay Keisha between them carefully. She curls instinctively toward her mother's warmth, one arm draping across Diane's waist. The three collared women—mother, aunt, sister—all bred, all owned, all sleeping peacefully in your bed.

The fourth and final collar sits on your desk beside the box. You pick it up, feeling the leather's weight, the cool metal of the silver buckle. Then you pad silently down the hallway to Jasmine's closed door.

It opens without a sound. Your eldest sister lies on her back in the darkness, wearing a thin white tank top and cotton sleep shorts. Her long braids are spread across the pillow. Her breathing is deep and even—she's soundly asleep, finally free of the arousal that plagued her all day.

You approach the bed with supernatural silence. Through the ring's connection, you can sense her dreams—vague, formless things about equations and structural stress. Nothing sexual yet. That's about to change.

The collar fastens around Jasmine's throat with a soft click. She doesn't stir, but you feel the enchantment take hold immediately, sinking into her subconscious. Her breathing hitches slightly, becoming shallower.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of her sleep shorts and panties, sliding them down her long legs in one smooth motion. The tank top comes off next, lifted carefully over her head and arms. She shifts but doesn't wake, now completely naked except for the collar.

Jasmine's pussy is already glistening in the dim light—the lingering effects of the divine energy that's been tormenting her all evening. You trail one finger along her slit, gathering wetness, and she gasps softly in her sleep.

You lean close to her ear, letting your breath wash over her skin as your fingers begin circling her clit. **"That's right, baby girl,"** you whisper. **"Your brother is your Daddy now."**

Jasmine's hips twitch upward into your touch. Through the telepathic link, you dive into her dreams, watching them shift and warp. The equations dissolve, replaced by shadowy figures.

**"You're Daddy's little girl,"** you continue, sliding two fingers inside her wet heat. She clenches around you automatically, a soft moan escaping her lips. **"You belong to me. Your body knows it. Your mind knows it."**

In her dream, the shadows coalesce. She's in a bedroom—this bedroom. Someone is touching her, stroking her, making her feel things she shouldn't want.

You pump your fingers steadily, curling them to find that spot that makes her back arch even in sleep. **"Say it, baby girl. Tell Daddy who you belong to."**

**"Daddy..."** The word slips from Jasmine's sleeping lips, barely audible.

You push deeper into Jasmine's consciousness as your fingers curl inside her slick pussy, finding that textured spot that makes her hips lift involuntarily off the mattress. Through the telepathic link, you grasp the dream-fabric and twist.

In her mind, the shadowy bedroom solidifies. She's lying on her back now—the same position as her sleeping body—and the figure touching her gains definition. Shoulders. Arms. Hands moving between her thighs with deliberate skill.

**"Feel good, baby girl?"** you whisper against her ear in the waking world, and the words echo through her dream simultaneously.

Jasmine moans softly, her sleeping body responding to both the physical stimulation and the dream manipulation. In her **** mind, she reaches down to touch the hands pleasuring her, feeling the strength in those fingers.

You add pressure with your thumb against her clit, circling slowly. **"Open your eyes,"** you command in both realities.

In the dream, Jasmine's eyes flutter open. She's looking up at a face—her own bedroom ceiling at first, then the features coalesce. Your face. Her brother's face. But transformed, perfected, divine.

Confusion ripples through her sleeping thoughts. *Synn? No, that can't be—but it feels so good—*

**"That's right,"** you murmur, pumping your fingers steadily now. **"It's your brother. It's your Daddy."**

In the dream, you're above her, between her spread thighs, your divine cock pressing against her entrance. Her dream-body is naked except for something around her throat—the collar, manifesting in her subconscious.

**"Tell Daddy what you want,"** you say, and your sleeping sister's lips move, forming words without sound.

You thrust your fingers deeper, finding her g-spot and stroking it firmly. Jasmine's back arches in sleep, her braids rustling against the pillow. A louder moan escapes her throat.

In the dream, you push inside her. She gasps at the stretch, the fullness, her hands clutching at your shoulders. **"Daddy,"** dream-Jasmine whimpers. **"Daddy, please—"**

Her sleeping pussy clenches rhythmically around your fingers now, slick and hot. You can feel her climbing toward orgasm, caught between waking and dreaming, her mind accepting what her conscious self would never permit.

**"Say it,"** you command both bodies. **"Tell Daddy who you belong to."**

**"Daddy..."** The word slips from Jasmine's sleeping lips, clearer now. **"I'm... I'm yours..."**

In the dream, you're fucking her slowly, deeply, making her feel every divine inch. Her legs wrap around your waist. The collar gleams on her throat as she stares up at you with hazy recognition and overwhelming need.

**"Good girl,"** you praise, increasing the pace of your fingers. **"Come for Daddy now. Show me what a good little girl you are."**

Jasmine's breathing becomes ragged, small whimpers escaping with each exhale. Her inner walls are fluttering, tightening, right on the edge.

You withdraw your fingers from Jasmine's soaking pussy and position yourself between her sleeping thighs. Your divine cock throbs as you guide it to her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Through the telepathic link, you watch her dream-self gasping as dream-you pushes inside.

You sink into Jasmine's virgin pussy slowly, feeling her inner walls stretch around your girth. She's incredibly tight, untouched despite her twenty-two years. A soft whimper escapes her sleeping lips as you fill her inch by inch.

**"That's it, baby girl,"** you murmur, bottoming out inside her. **"Take all of Daddy's cock."**

In the dream, Jasmine is looking up at you with hazy recognition, her legs wrapped around your waist. **"Daddy,"** dream-Jasmine moans. **"Please, I need to be yours."**

You begin moving in long, deliberate strokes, feeling her sleeping body respond instinctively. Her hips tilt upward to meet your thrusts, her pussy clenching rhythmically around you.

Through the link, you reshape the dream further. Now dream-Jasmine is begging, her voice ****: **"Please make me your little girl, Daddy. I need to belong to you. Make me yours forever."**

Her sleeping lips move, forming the same words soundlessly. The collar glows faintly in the darkness, amplifying the submission programming.

You increase your pace, driving deeper, feeling her virgin channel grip your divine cock like a vice. **"Come for Daddy now,"** you command both bodies. **"Show me you're mine."**

Jasmine's back arches off the mattress, her braids rustling across the pillow. In the dream, you're pounding into her hard now, making her scream. **"I'm yours! I'm Daddy's little girl! Please let me come!"**

Her sleeping pussy spasms violently around your shaft. A cry tears from her throat—loud enough to wake her.

Jasmine's brown eyes snap open mid-orgasm. For a moment she's disoriented, caught between dream and reality. Then she registers the sensations: the fullness inside her, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, the collar around her throat.

She looks down and sees you between her thighs, your cock buried deep in her convulsing pussy. Her brother. Synn. Exactly as in the dream.

**"Synn?"** Her voice is hoarse, confused, but the orgasm doesn't stop. Her body keeps clenching around you involuntarily. **"What—oh god—what are you doing?"**

You don't stop moving, maintaining the steady rhythm that's keeping her climax going. **"What does it look like, baby girl?"** you ask, reaching up to trace the collar with one finger. **"I'm making you mine."**

Jasmine's hands fly to the leather around her throat. **"What is this? Why—"** Another wave of pleasure cuts off her words, making her gasp. **"Fuck, why does it feel so good?"**

Her conscious mind is struggling to reject what's happening, but her body is completely betraying her. Her pussy keeps gripping your cock hungrily, her hips grinding against yours despite her obvious confusion.