end of the carefree days

And so time went on for almost two decades. I occasionally changed my looks a bit, but always kept them youthful. With my father's blessing, I refused to marry, despite many quite flattering offers, as no proper husband would agree with my views on sex. During this time, I gave birth to a daughter and a son, both sired by my father (I know this as the days I made myself fertile I would make sure not to let anyone else inside my cunt), with about a dozen or so miscarriages. Apparently frequent rough gangbangs are not good for carrying a child to term. I continued to help my father whenever we had guests, and in time I actually did pick up a few things of statecraft, apart from the distracting power of the female body.

But sooner or later, all good things have to come to an end. In this case, it was when age caught up to my father. I am immune to it, but I can't do anything to stop my loved ones from aging. As his body slowly gave out on him, he played less and less with me and the female servants, though he continued to enjoy both touching us and watching us fuck others.

My father's funeral was very different from ordinary ones, and would probably have given the Pope a heart attack had he heard of it. However, our chaplain was well aware of my father's proclivities, and had often broken his vows of celibacy to join in. When daddy had realized that his days were coming to an end, he had told me and the chaplain his wishes. And so it was that the ceremony was held with all attendants in the nude, seated man beside woman. As the chaplain was reading the prayers, I was up there with him, leaning against the coffin while he plowed my holes. Rather than a sad occasion of mourning for my father, he had managed to make the funeral a celebration of his life.

Despite knowing it was going to happen, I of course was heartbroken over my father's ****. Any time I was alone with my thoughts I would start crying. So I made sure I didn't have to spend any time alone. The first days afterwards I made sure to surround myself twenty-four times a day, seven days a week. Most often this meant that I would go to the guards' barracks in the evening, have my brains fucked out of me until I was too tired to stay awake, and wake up impaled on someone else's cock.