Bred by your brother

Ail takes his dick out from you and turns you over, your legs are left completely open for him. You look down, seeing your new cunt for the first time. It’s minimal plump lips are red and its oozing fluids, both your own pussy cream and your brother’s white seed. He takes your limp legs over his shoulder and leans close, embracing you, leaving you in an uncomfortable horizontal mating press. He looks intently at your eyes and then at your lips for a moment. You can tell he wants to kiss you. You stick out your tongue in a token show of mockery.

Ail lines his dick with you sopping cunt, parting your minimal lips and entering slowly. You’re shocked when he stops midway, prodding at something that shouldn’t be there. “The potion will make your hymen grow back, it will regenerate after every fuck,” He tells you, “The power of your ruby core will be redirected in a very wasteful manner to grow babies and restore your hymen, keeping your magic depleted. You’ll be kept bred constantly like any **** would.” He slams his cock deep into you, tearing your new hymen again with a sharp fleeting pain and filling you perfectly. Your new cunt loves having his dick inside you. He thrusts in a hasty pacing sending pleasure over every bit of your new hole he touches.

“I will enjoy fucking our sister without worrying you will take her away and I will raise the child I’m fucking into you now to be better than their ‘mother’, they won’t have to worry about their parent fucking them against their will.”

“But you will if they ask, right?” You say with a grin.

With your inhibitions down because of the potion you imagine fucking a daughter you have with your brother, now you have no dick for it but at least you want to see your brother, her father, fuck your daughter. With a smile, you embrace your brother as the thought make you come on his dick, compressing rhythmically on the intruding cock, trying to milk every drop into your womb.

“It makes you horny, doesn't it?” He says in disgust.

“Yes, if I can’t breed our daughter. I want to see you breed her, I’m sure you’ll want to anyway.” You tell him, “If we have a son I want to be bred by him, to feel him come into his mother’s womb like you’re now, brother.”

Ail clenches his teeth and fastens his pace, getting aggressive for the first time. His humping hurts your recently deflowered pussy, something you will have to get used to anyway if what he said about your hymen holds true.

“You’re such slut! You were before you became a woman and you're a bigger one now.” He stabs your hole with deep hard strokes as his pole squirts his brotherly cum into your box. His sticky, pearly semen shot right to the back of your uterus. His sperm doesn’t have to travel far before finding their target, your mint new tubes have an egg ready to be inseminated by them. Like finding their other half, his seed enjoy their inbred union, sinking into their gender bent twin. “Have your wish, be filled be incestuous cum! Get pregnant with your brother's baby. Give birth to your own nephew.”

After he’s filled you with enough cum for it to drip out he tries to disentangle himself from your union. He stands up but you cling to him, wrapping him in you arms and legs, your head on his shoulder. You continue jumping on his meat-pole, still enjoying your connection. With a hard push he interrupts your humping, throwing you into the ground.

“Take this away from my sight!” He orders the goblins, “Put it in the storeroom were our mother was held, were ‘he’ would have enslaved and **** others.”

Ail isn’t happy with the result, he expected you to be repentant at some point, to ask for mercy instead of lavishing in the perversion. He orders you to be kept and used as a breeding **** would. Not only a lesson to you, in a practical sense it gives the men the always virgin hobgoblin sister of the chief to fuck and gives the tribe a source of babies, while keeping you pregnant ensures you won’t have the means to escape.