Chapter 9

You don't slow your thrusts as Jasmine stares up at you with wide, confused eyes. Her pussy keeps gripping your divine cock despite the shock written across her face, her body completely betraying whatever protests her mind might be forming.

**"What I'm doing is claiming what's mine,"** you say, rolling your hips to grind deep inside her. She gasps, her hands clutching at the sheets. **"You belong to me now, Jasmine. You're Daddy's little girl."**

**"Daddy's—what the fuck are you talking about?"** Her voice cracks as another involuntary spasm runs through her core. **"You're my brother, Synn, you can't just—oh god—"**

You reach down and tap the collar around her throat, feeling the enchantment humming against your fingertips. **"This is my mark of ownership, baby girl. You're mine now. My breeding slut."**

Jasmine's fingers fly to the leather, tugging uselessly at the buckle. **"Breeding slut? Are you insane? Take this off me right now!"**

**"Can't do that,"** you say, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back inside her. She cries out, her back arching involuntarily. **"You see, you're not the first. Mom's already bred. So is Aunt Patricia. And Keisha too, just before you."**

The shock on Jasmine's face is exquisite. **"You—what? Mom? Keisha? You're lying, you have to be—"**

**"They're all sleeping in my bed right now,"** you continue, establishing a steady rhythm that has her toes curling. **"Collared just like you. Full of my cum. Pregnant with my divine children."**

**"Pregnant?"** Her voice rises to a near-shriek. **"You got them pregnant? You sick fuck, you—ah!—"** Another thrust cuts off her words, replacing them with an unwilling moan.

**"They wanted it,"** you say simply. **"Deep down, they all wanted to be mine. Just like you do."**

**"I don't want this!"** But even as she protests, her hips are grinding against yours, her pussy clenching hungrily around your shaft. The collar's glow intensifies slightly.

**"Your body says different, baby girl."** You lean down close to her ear. **"And in a few minutes, when I breed you, you'll be just like them. Mine forever. Daddy's little pregnant slut."**

**"No, please—"** Jasmine's protest dissolves into another moan as you hit that spot deep inside her. Tears are streaming down her face now, but you can feel her climbing toward another orgasm despite her words.

**"Say it,"** you command, increasing your pace. **"Tell Daddy who you belong to."**

**"I—I can't—"** Her voice breaks. **"This is wrong, Synn, please—"**

You thrust harder, making her entire body shake. **"Say it."**

You slow your thrusts deliberately, shifting from the punishing rhythm to something deeper, more deliberate. Your cock slides through Jasmine's clenching pussy with agonizing slowness, each stroke designed to make her feel every divine inch.

**"Feel that, baby girl?"** you murmur, grinding your hips against hers. **"Feel how perfectly you fit around Daddy's cock?"**

**"Don't—ah!—don't call yourself that,"** Jasmine gasps, but her hands are clutching your shoulders now instead of pushing you away. Her pussy grips you hungrily as you withdraw almost completely, then sink back inside with excruciating deliberation.

You lean down and capture her mouth in a slow, possessive kiss. She freezes for a moment, then melts into it despite herself, her tongue tentatively meeting yours. When you pull back, her brown eyes are glazed with confused arousal.

**"Your body knows the truth,"** you say, establishing a steady rolling rhythm that has her breath catching. **"You were made for this. Made to be mine."**

**"No, I wasn't—oh god—"** Her protest dissolves as you angle your hips to hit that spot deep inside her. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against your chest.

You maintain the gentle pace until you feel her climbing again, her inner walls fluttering around your shaft. Then you slam into her hard, switching to rough, dominant thrusts that make the bed frame creak.

**"Fuck!"** Jasmine cries out, her nails digging into your back. **"Synn, please—"**

**"Please what?"** You drive into her harder, faster, making her entire body shake. **"Tell Daddy what you need."**

**"I need—I need—"** Her voice breaks as the orgasm hits her, violent and overwhelming. She screams, her pussy convulsing around your cock as waves of pleasure crash through her.

You don't stop. You fuck her through it, maintaining the punishing pace until she's sobbing with overstimulation. Then you slow again, returning to those deep, rolling strokes that make her whimper.

**"Good girl,"** you praise, kissing away the tears on her cheeks. **"You come so beautifully for Daddy."**

**"Stop saying that,"** she whispers, but there's less conviction in her voice now. Her hands are stroking your back instead of clawing at it.

You alternate for what feels like hours—rough and gentle, hard and soft, building her up and tearing her down. Each orgasm strips away another layer of resistance. Her protests become weaker, more automatic, less sincere.

**"Whose little girl are you?"** you ask during one of the gentle phases, your cock sliding through her drenched pussy with wet sounds.

**"I'm—I can't—"** Jasmine's voice cracks. Fresh tears stream down her face, but her hips are grinding against yours now, actively seeking more.

**"Say it,"** you command, then slam into her hard enough to make her scream.

**"Yours!"** The word bursts from her lips. **"I'm yours, Daddy, please don't stop!"**

The collar pulses with golden light as the admission leaves her mouth. You feel the psychological shift through the telepathic link—the last of her conscious resistance crumbling.

**"That's my good little girl,"** you say, fucking her harder now. **"Now beg Daddy to breed you."**

You drive into Jasmine harder, feeling her pussy clench desperately around your divine cock. Her brown eyes are glazed with need, tears streaming down her temples into her braids.

**"Say it,"** you command, gripping her hips to angle her exactly how you want her. **"Tell Daddy exactly what you need."**

**"Please,"** Jasmine gasps, her voice breaking. **"Please breed me, Daddy. I need your cum inside me. Need to be pregnant with your baby."**

The words tumble from her lips without hesitation now, the collar pulsing gold against her throat. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, pulling you closer.

**"Louder,"** you say, slamming into her so hard the headboard cracks against the wall. **"Tell Daddy you want to be his breeding slut."**

**"I want to be your breeding slut!"** Jasmine cries out, her voice raw with desperation. **"Please fill me up, Daddy! Make me pregnant! I need it so badly, please!"**

You feel your divine seed building, that familiar pressure coiling at the base of your spine. **"Good girl,"** you praise, fucking her with relentless intensity. **"Beg me to put a baby in your womb."**

**"Put a baby in my womb, Daddy!"** Her nails dig into your back as another orgasm crashes through her. **"Breed your little girl! Make me pregnant! Please, please, PLEASE!"**

Her pussy convulses violently around your shaft as she screams, and you let yourself go. Your divine cock erupts inside her, flooding her channel with thick ropes of supernatural cum. You feel the collar's enchantment activate immediately, the seed taking root in her fertile womb.

Jasmine's eyes roll back as she feels the warmth spreading through her core. **"Oh god, Daddy, so much—I can feel it—"**

You keep pumping into her, making sure every drop reaches deep inside where it needs to be. Her pussy milks your shaft greedily, her body instinctively accepting its purpose.

When you finally withdraw, your divine cum immediately begins leaking from her stretched opening. Jasmine lies sprawled beneath you, chest heaving, the collar gleaming on her throat.

**"Thank you, Daddy,"** she whispers, her voice hoarse. **"Thank you for breeding me."**

You scoop her naked body into your arms, feeling her immediately curl against your chest. She's limp with exhaustion and satisfaction, one hand resting on her belly where your seed has already taken root.

The walk down the hallway is silent except for Jasmine's soft breathing. Your bedroom door opens to reveal the three other collared women—Diane, Patricia, and Keisha—still tangled together in your sheets.

You lay Jasmine beside Keisha. Your youngest sister immediately reaches out in her sleep, pulling Jasmine close. The four women—mother, aunt, both sisters—all naked except for their collars, all bred, all pregnant with your divine children.

You stand at the foot of the bed, surveying your conquered household. Every woman you live with now belongs to you completely.