Living Majesty

Literotic asexstories – Living Majesty by Lookingforthis,Lookingforthis A little something I did for May(ternity). =D

Right, so, this has futanari and incest. It also has alternate impregnations in it, to reeeeally hammer in the reproduction kinks in it. The last is something I’d like you guys to love as much as I do, so I’ve tried my best to present them in a way that is not grating for those of you not used to such things.

Oh, and this features anthro lions too, if that also needs a warning. That said? enjoy.

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Living Majesty

The blood on their hands was not so easily hidden.

“Ah, well, that was a whopper,” Karna the Lioness said with satisfaction as she cleaned her hands.

“But only because he didn’t see it coming,” Zima said as she put her dress shirt back in order.

They were both sisters, but only by the half that mattered. The sire side. As was usually the case, they were born into a Pride and reaped the benefits that came with it all their lives. These days, that meant having the backing of a big corporation held up in perpetual trust to the family, expanding with every generation and contracting upon the change of the guard.

Because for the crown of a Pride to change heads, for the CEO of a business to be inherited by a successor, the old one could never just step down, no. That just wasn’t how lion Prides worked. It wasn’t how developed and thrived in the modern age. For the old to give way to the new, exile or death was the only way.

And exile, for an old lion, was merely a slower death.

Thus, lions remained competitive in the modern world. Thus, lions vied for power in a multi-species world.

This is what male lions were born, bred and raised for. This is what female lions grew up expecting and, in many ways, anticipating.

Boys as they grew up would be effectively exiled by their fathers to far-off schools and otherwise kept away from the family under threat of a more permanent arrangement. And when they would inevitably come back for their place at the head of the Pride despite this traditional mercy,, it was up to them to succeed at toppling their father from the place atop tower on their own merits..

Or die trying.

It was why boys from foreign Prides were simultaneously the ones to almost always do the deed and never the family men. Because boys with mothers and sisters in the Pride always had a ready source of backing, and so it was less dangerous to trust male strangers who would still pounce when given half a chance.

It was a rare lion CEO that managed to die in his sleep while still the head of a Pride, and not out in the streets in abject poverty or to the claws of a younger man.

But all CEOs had something in common: they were hard to topple. And they were hard to beat. They never would have been the leader of Pride to begin with, otherwise.

And the same was true of their father.

He had been a white-haired beast of a male that stood at almost two meters in height. Muscled in ways that only the strongest youngsters were, with a mind to match. And, perhaps, if Zima and Karna had not been who they were, he might have been one of the rare exceptions that ruled until he naturally died.

But they weren’t and so he wasn’t.

To be fair to him, the fact that they were futas certainly had something to do with his lack of foresight.

“Everything’s been arranged; all our partners and family know that the suite has been shaken up,” Zima threw a folder on a table caked with blood. The room they were in was the last one in the skyscraper that formed the headquarters for the respected Muasa Pride, Incorporated of course, and was spacious enough to have fit a whole house. It was only proper that it be the personal office of the man who led the Pride.

Or women, as they were both about to try out.

“The bodies of Da’s bodyguards should turn up at some point,” Zima said as Karna stretched her neck and produced some cracks. Her shirt was shredded and a multitude of slashes had opened up many weeping wounds during the fight. That she had managed to not only survive their father’s onslaught but also beat him one on one, spoke legions about her suitability as a prospective heiress.

But Karna would have never gotten to fight him one-on-one without Zima, and she wasn’t about to drop her claim.

Sisters that they were, they had plenty of similarities, yes. The same golden pelt that ran through their bodies and under their work dresses and skirts. The same blue eyes that their father’s unblinking corpse had. The same bushy tail that swayed back and forth.

The same ambition that burned in their hearts.

But it was precisely these similarities that emphasized their differences, for they could not be more different.

At 6 and a half feet of height, Karnat was only two inches shorter than their father was, putting her safely above the average height for a male lion. But not only was she tall, she also had width to match. It was a testament to the female DNA that she had in her, that her hips were as wide as her shoulders were, for her musculature was big enough to make her suits strain with her every movement.

Her back was broad slabs of iron and her shoulders were stone boulders. Her biceps and triceps made her arms into tree trunks, and her abs were so defined that they could be played like a musical instrument. Her thighs were huge cuts of meat and her calves were wide rods that led into her clawed foot paws.

She looked as dangerous as any male…but in a way that left no doubt that she was a woman.

Zima had always admired and envied that.

Because it would have been enough that she didn’t have a mane, but no, her aforementioned hips had to be wide enough to match the width of a doorway. Her ASS had to be huge enough to be the trunk of car. Her tits had to be the size of their heads, and they hung from her chest like trophies waiting to be snatched.

Her lips were full, her eyes were pretty, her cheeks were delicate and her nose was adorable.

And she was strong enough to take out their dad.

But Zima…Zima wouldn’t be here if she couldn’t pose a danger to match.

At six feet of height, Zima was taller than most females, and that was without wearing any heels. Her arms were slim and led to sleekly muscled shoulders that made her dresses cut quite a figure. Her chest held two humongous mounds that she was proud to say beat her sister’s by a few inches in their circumference. A difference that her vastly smaller body made greater by comparison.

Her hips were also wide, if not as wide as her dump truck of a sister. Her ass was big, if not as gigantic as the pillows in the rear of her sister. Her waist was slim and made her have an hourglass figure that was as beautiful and impressive as the female power body that her sister had. Her thighs and calves were long, taking up more of her height then her sister’s did, which made gave her a gait that she was proud to say turned many heads around.

Her lips were just as full but she would be willing to say her eyes were more striking. It was all in the eyelashes, you see. Her nose was bigger but her high cheeks made it exotic rather than unattractive. Something inherited from her mother.

So she was a match against her sister as a female.

But could Zima say she was a match for the position to lead the Pride?

Given that the plan to topple their father had been hers in inception and development? That only her mind had been able to deceive and defeat the steel trap that had been their sire’s mind?

“That leaves only one more thing,” Zima casually said as cleaners gingerly started coming into the last floor and balked at the job before them.

“Oh, sis, did I ever tell you that I loved you?” Karna giggled. It would have sounded strange for such a muscled lioness if Zima hadn’t known her since they were cubs, “Because I do.”

“Maybe almost as much as what I’ll do to you,” she ended, her tongue coming out of her brief snout to lick her lips.

They were two claimants, but there was only one throne. Female futas or not, sisters or not, that was a truth that they had to deal with as any male successor would.

But that was fine.

‘The other was not as big a deal as their father had been’ was a thought that was running through both of their heads.

And they were both right, in their own ways. Yet Zima would win because…well, because she had faith that she would, she supposed. She had a mind for the clever ploys, but her sister was a hard beast to topple.

“So…you challenging me then?” Karna pleasantly said, making the people loading their father’s body into a stretching bed flinch as the threat of violence became a real factor for them.

Zima snorted. She supposed her sister wouldn’t be too much of a dummy after all, “Just say what kind of match you want to have.”

“You are the greatest sister!” Karna laughed, “Hand-to-hand combat then. Nothing but our claws.”

In many ways, it was stupid to let a hulking gal like her sister decide what kind of match they would have, as Zima was at a ruinous disadvantage in most combat situations. But she would have been hard-pressed to justify anything BUT a combat duel for the throne of the Pride anyway. Tradition aside, their sisters, mothers and aunts would not have accepted anything less, so her efforts were better spent arranging the shape of the match.

“Would you also like to declare the location and the time?” Zima casually asked, making the cleaners sigh with relief; whatever dumb lion family drama they had going on wasn’t going to affect them personally.

“What, really?” Karna blinked in surprise, “You are just going to let me decide everything?”

Though Zima had thought about throwing down then and there.

Given the injuries their father had inflicted on her sister, right now after she had just barely won that particular fight was Zima’s chance to win a physical confrontation. But just because it was her highest chance didn’t mean that her chances were objectively high.

Tarnished and injured as she was, Karna still cut quite a figure even with blood seeping through her clothes.

“Not everything,” Zima shook her head.

“What’s the catch, sis?” the big female quirked an eyebrow.

“I decide in what state we’ll be when we do fight,” Zima said.

Karna chuckled, “You know I could give less of a damn if we fought naked, right?”

“Keep your clothes on,” Zima drily replied. Although…na, “No, I was thinking that we would both be…slushed.”

“…slushed?” Karna asked as if she had misheard.

“Drunk, if you rather,” Zima shrugged.

“Hehehe,” Karna laughed, “HAHAHA, ok, well, you might not be a teetotaler but, heh, I think I can handle that.”

“So we are agreed?” Zima tried to not sound too eager.

“Hold up,” Karna shook her head.

“I want hand-to-hand combat, not a competition to see who drinks whom under the table. I mean, I’d win that too but…I’ve always dreamt of pummeling you,” she happily sighed.

“Five bottles. You can try and bring me down with 5 bottles,” Karna winked at her, “But no more.”

“I only need one to do it,” Zima snorted.

“Oh, reeeally?” Karnas smile slimmed and Zima knew she had her, “Well then…we’ll have our little match here in my-oh, I mean, dad’s office.”

“And we’ll do it in, hmm, two week’s time,” Karna nodded to herself. Zima had no idea if that was enough time to recover, but the longer they took to occupy the CEO chair, the longer other claimants had to show up. Whatever time was decided couldn’t be too long, “That should be enough time to get the whole family to see how I take over things.”

“It’s a date,” Zima allowed a small victorious smile to slip from her face.

“Don’t make it weird,” Karna said, though she blushed a bit, “I mean, its bad enough that I am already fucking your mom.”

And just like that, Zima’s smile disappeared.

“Auntie Cierra just can’t say ‘no’,” Karna shrugged as she started walking out of the office, “Oh, your mom sends her love by the by.”

“See you in two weeks!”

The Maesa Pride, like almost all Prides, consisted of the immediate family of the CEO. Mostly his harem, but also all his children.

So it was that most management of any one Lion corporation was made of women. It was also why the Boards were comprised of females. Because Prides were family business and no CEO would allow a male to climb the corporate ladder.

It was why accusations of incest were levied at lions so much.

Because sometimes, sometimes, it was the family boys who succeeded their father.

On the day of the match, Zima’s mother, aunts, sisters, and foster family members were all seated in the spacious hall leading up to the desk of their recently departed father.

Like Zima and Karna, they all had work dresses; rich button-down shirts and jackets going down to skirts of differing height. Some, the older ones, wore ties with their business suit.

Some, like Karna, didn’t even bother with her jacket.

Mostly, they dressed to both seem professional and to attract a single male’s attention. For, in the sanctity of his own Pride, a male had no need for shame.

“Yeah, work the shaft bitch,” Karna moaned as Zima’s mother sucked her cock.

They were about 30 minutes away from the appointed time before Karna had barged in like she already owned the place. At her side, Karna walked with two women, one who she was even holding by the waist.

These were their mothers. Zarai and Cierra. Zarai was a Lioness with a few grey hairs here and there. She was plumb, she had big tits, she had the big ass and hips that she had given her daughter and she had always given Zima a hard time.

Point in fact, the way she looked at her, even now, was full of disdain.

Zima’s own mother, in the other hand, had a body that was very similar to Zima’s but for two differences. One, she was about 20 years older than Zima, who was 20 herself. Which mean that she had graying hair as well as laugh lines across her face.

Two, her stomach was slightly bloated.

She was three months pregnant, and the reason why Karna had agreed to work with Zima to bring their father down.

Despite having cocks of their own, their father had assumed that being futa just meant being less desired females. A fact that he would have been disabused off when he found out that Zima’s mother was expecting.

For Zima’s part, she had no idea how and when Karna had done it but it was indeed the case that, at some point, she had charmed Zima’s mother to her side. Maybe she had even done it forcefully, as Zima’s mother was the sort of women who loved being dominated, but her father ignored her so much that perhaps any approach would have worked.

“We can start now, if you like?” Zima flatly offered, even as she ignored the hot looks their family members were starting to give her sister. Blood relation or not, the future head of the family was among them and was, perhaps, getting it on.

It even made Zima a bit wet if she was going to be a bit honest.

“Fiiine,” Karna grumbled and, taking Zima’s mother by her hair, pulled her out of her cock. And that was the other thing.

It was HUGE.

Karna’s plumbing was two feet in length. Half of it was still inside of its furry sheath, but the other half? The one Zima’s mother was gobbling down? It was fleshy tube the size of Zima’s thigh. It was just about a cone in shape, with a single round sealed hole that bubbled with precum even as the hulking gal took the milf lioness by the hair.

And threw her aside.

Spit mixed with precum wafted through the otherwise clean room, and some of the women there, family or not, started swallowing the dominant display.

But Zima?

….holy shit, those testicles beneath her flail were also enormously large. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from furry sacks that were as big as cantaloupes, and it was only Karna pulling her cock back into her panties underneath her skirt that broke the spell of her.

“Right, so, you got the drink?” Karna asked with a knowing smile.

Zima blinked for a moment.

Drink. Right.

Reaching into her cleavage, her hand parting the tit flesh in her chest, she grabbed a hold of the bottle and slowly brought it out to display it in front of her.

It was a 98-proof wine. Supposedly. It was the strongest drink that Zima could buy without looking like a plebian.

She was about to open her mouth when Karna marched up to her and, reaching out, snatched the bottle from her hands.

“Give me that,” she grunted as she uncorked the thing with her bare thumb and glued her lips to the mouth of the bottle.

That she threw back and drank.

And drank.

….and drank.

“Gosh, that stuff’s good,” Karna chuckled as she popped the bottle out of her mouth and passed it back to Zima.

It was a quarter full.

Zima stared at her sister.

“Well, take a swig, sis, and let’s get you properly exiled,” Karna encouraged her.

Of all the- for a second there, for a second, Zima actually felt nervous. Zima actually felt like she was going to lose.

But now…but now.

“Funny,” Zima chuckled, “I am not going to exile you.”

“Oh, so you want to do this to the death?” Karna seemed surprised.

“No, no, no,” Zima now laughed, “I am going to keep you around.”

“..why?” Karna was befuddled.

“Because I like you,” Zima winked at her, causing her sister to flush again.

“Shut up,” she grunted, “Ma, you said you’d officiate, right?”

“I am the only one capable of it,” Zarai sternly nodded as if it were a bygone conclusion. God, why did she always look her hottest when she was at her bitchiest?, “Dearest sisters, daughter and nieces,..We all stand here today to witness the outcome of this succession-”

“-Just start the fight!” Zima interrupted her as she started to feel…hot.

The drink was starting to do its job and, if they didn’t get started soon, there was a small chance they might not start the fight at all. Any chance chance, however remote, for Zima to lose was just flatly unacceptable.

“Well said!” Karna grinned and slipped her fingers into her shirt. With a roar, the lioness made it explode, leaving nothing on but the scabs of her healing scars and the bra that bravely fought to keep her mammaries in check.

“I-you-fine, start!” Zarai said with frustration as her daughter prempted her and took the choice out of her hands. Karna charged.

Zima had won this. The second her sister drank more than she ought, she had won this. But she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t intimidated by the train coming at her.

Nor by the hands that wrapped around her arms and locked her against Karna’s chest.

“Gotcha~” Karna thrilled as she hoisted Zima up and started putting pressure that sent waves of pain through Zima’s back, “Now, why don’t you be a good sister, and say those sweet words? Here, I’ll lead you: ‘I give u-UMG!'”

Painful as one of Karna’s bear hugs were, thanks to the drink she had imbibed all that Zima needed to do to get out of it was lean over to Karna’s cute face.

And give her lips a peck.

“Oh god,” Zima breathed with relief as Karna let her go, the forearm of the latter wiping her lips.

“It’s pretty ballsy of you to be all incestual like that, but did you really think trying to seduce me is going to save you?” Karna growled.

Zima, in response, let her lips reach her eyes as she allowed the drink to do its work.

Hmmm, her sister really was a beautiful muscle mommy, wasn’t she?

“Because it’s not!” Karna declared, “Here, let me show-”

“Question,” Zima interrupted her.

“What?” Karna replied with some frustration.

“Do you feel the heat going through your body?” Zima knowingly asked, “Does everything, hm,, feel more vivid?”

“Do you feel abnormally good now?” Zima queried but, honestly, she needn’t have.

Karna was sweating from head to toe now, and her face had flushed to the point that she looked as if she had been fighting for 5 rounds. Her eyes were dilated in a way that had nothing to do with the fight, and oh, everyone in the room HAD to smell the scent wafting from her now.

It smelled like…heat.

“I…am….fine,” Karna said through her teeth.

“Really?” Zima tilted her head, “Even through the pressure in your crotch?”

Karna roared as she grabbed Zima by the shoulders, her claws digging into her deltoids. She must have felt that something was wrong and so sought to finish things, one way or another, but it was far, far too late.

Zima grabbed her wrists and Karna stopped mid-throw as the feeling of the skin-on-skin contact made her moan out loud.

The knees of the great hulking woman hit the floor as Zima put just the meerest of pressure in her hands. And she looked up in bewilderment as Zima reached down.

And kissed her again.

Fighting had always been a mismatch of the greatest proportions. No, Zima had always won things with her brain, so she moved the match into something she was SURE she could handle. Because while Karna was her superior in physical might, she was not her superior in sex.

The bigger, taller lioness mumbled into Zima’s mouth, but she didn’t let her get a word-wise. No, she sucked the air out of her mouth as it came, and brushed her lips with hers. She thrusted her tongue inside of that open mouth and explored the inside of her sister’s cheeks.

She bore down on the taller female lion, making her melt in her hands. She tasted the delightful saliva in the other daughter of her father, and consumed whatever Karna didn’t guard. By the time the kiss ended, by the time she was done, all the family members in attendance were standing from their chairs.

Looking on in shock.

“W-what is happening?” Karna mumbled when Zima had to break for air, “Whad didya do?”

“The drink had an experimental aphrodisiac,” Zima closed her eyes as she enjoyed the enhanced sensations, “Something that the pharma side of our Pride has been cooking in the labs.”

“Ya cheated,” Karna breathed in as she tried to gain control of herself, “You drugged me!”

“I drank from the same bottle, so it affects me the same,” Zima said for the benefit of their audience, ” And we did agree that I would pick the bottle.”

“So what if it’s a little spicy?”

Karna tried to growl and get up but, hah, her weak points were wide and obvious to Zima as they were.

As the big woman put a knee on the ground, the slimmer lioness simply reached from between Karna’s legs, underneath her skirt and over her panties, to grab the big monster she knew to be there.

And withdrew her two foot longer.

“Oh noooo!” Karna collapsed into her back as Zima grabbed her by the cock. Now that she had it in her hand, she could marvel at the heat coming from the breeding tool.

She could indulge in it as much as she liked. She could relish both its hardness as well as its softness. She could bring it up to her face, put her lips just against her cock hole and even penetrate it it’s cock slit with the tip of her tongue!

“Fuuuck!” Karna groaned as her testicles clenched and Zima got a faceful of precum.

“T-tha’s cheating!” the harpy voice of Zarai screeched, “That is clearly cheating!”

“Zarai, sit the fuck down,” Zima growled in her direction and the woman who had always looked at Zima as if she were shit beneath her heel promptly obeyed.

They were well past beyond the point where she had a voice in this.

Licking her lips, and scooping up delicious futa precum into her mouth, Zima turned her eyes to her sister and looked her up.

And down.

“Your not gonna win,” Karna breathed out. Her chest furiously heaved as the scent of cock and sex started to drape them like a blanket in the air.

“Never?” ZIma asked as she raised her cock to the point that she pushed it into her bra.

“N-never!” she declared even as Zima aggressively grabbed the insulting undergarment with her claws and tore a line through it.

Letting Karna’s tits to bounce out.

“Do you mind if I-” Zima grinned at her sister as she sunk Karna’s cock into the valley of her own chest, “-put that to the test?”

“Do your worst!” Karna yelled.

With her cock thus raised, her testicles also dragged behind them, hanging in the air as Zima fondled them with gleeful appreciation, “How about I start with my best first?”

Karna moaned in response as Zima’s fingers sank into the testicle flesh, and filled the cracks between her digits with the meat that made her sperm. Pre-cum bubbled above Karna’s breasts some more, as Karna gasped but, well, as delicious as her testicles seemed.

They weren’t her aim.

“No!” Karna desperately said as Zima lifted her balls to reveal her pussy beneath them, pretty and wet, “Not that!”

Zima laughed as she reached into her own skirt…and pulled out a single-foot cock.

It’s furry sheat also reached the middle of her cock. And the fleshy red part looked a lot like cone-like. It wasn’t the monster that her sister had but-

“OOoh nooo!” Karna moaned as Zima pushed her cock against her pussy lips.

-it would be enough to reach her womb.

The muscled futa arched her back as Zima slowly sunk her dick into her vagina, relishing the feel of her abdominal muscles making the pussy feel TIGHT.

Her hands slid into Karna’s back and tried to grasp the humongous ass that was on the floor, using it as leverage as she fought against the resistance of her sister’s abdominal muscles and filled. Her. Up!

It was a pity that Karna liked to use her cock, really, because her pussy was just divine. Zima’s glans scraped all the texture and grooves Karna’s futa pussy had. And, similarly to how much pre-cum she was making, Karna’s pussy was utterly lubed up in her juices.

Karna looked shocked as Zima, huh, found out that Karna was actually a virgin after all. Well, partly virgin.

“Congratulations on losing your V-card, little Sis,” Zima squished her torso into Karna’s cock to give her a peck on her shoulder, the highest part that she could reach on such a big woman.

“I knocked up your mom!” Karna groaned back.

“And now it’s your turn,” Zima said, not falling for the bait. The blood of Karna’s virginity soon came down into her crotch and provided more lube until her cock was knocking at the one and only room that could be her sister’s uterus.

“Now,” the liones said as she grabbed Karna’s left tit and brought it to her face, “Bare with me a little.”

“I am going to have to get rough.”

Then she opened her mouth.

And sunk her teeth into the disc around Karna’s nipple.

“Fuuuuck” Karna yelled as Zima stopped short of penetrating her flesh with her fangs. Not that it was an easy task mind you, the soft fat deposits in the tit BEGGED to be savored, but Zima needed her sister to last through all of this instead of fainting straightaway from sensation overload.

Speaking of~

She withdrew her cock and then, with all the strength of her hips, slammed back into Karna’s cunt, making her vaginal walls expand for her. And making Karna’s cervix stop all the inertia placed at the tip of Zima’s cock.

“FUCK!” Karna shuttered and a little bit more precum came out of her cock.

Zima played with her nipple with her tongue as she withdrew once more.

And rammed into that cervical wall again.

“FuuUUuCk!” Karna hissed as she shot more pre-cu-oh, this one had a little bit of proper semen in it this time around!

Zima sucked at the same time as she slammed, making an honest-to-goodness burst of sperm to come out of her sister’s cock, glazing her own neck and sliding down into her tits.

Her cervix, however, was too strong.

And that meant that Zima was going to have to get serious.

Gripping with everything she had, even the tit inside her mouth, She slammed as hard as she could, actually denting and making the cervix inside of Karna stretch.

“Ooooh,” making her moan as her cock trembled, dribbling a little bit more cum.

Zima went for another round, slamming as hard as she could, making the cervix actually open a little bit.

“GOD!” making her sister yell as she shuttered, shooting two small bursts of ejaculate hard enough to make them land in Zima’s hair.

But she did not stop.

She gave her a third blow, then a fourth. She slammed her uterus in a fifth and almost breached it in her sixth.

She developed a rhythm and made each violent thrust lead into the next. She bruised, beat and conquered her womb until, with a roar muffled by Karna’s chewed up tit, she hit her sister’s baby chamber hard enough to make herself lose control.

And hard enough to breach into it, after all.

“FUUUUUUCK!” Karna screeched as her cock exploded and she painted her breasts and Zima’s face with her cum.

“FUUUUCK!” Zima let go of her tit to also scream her release out into the world, pumping load after load into her sister’s incestual reproductive system.

Before every single woman there, Zima outright BRED her sister in front of them.

The aphrodisiac that they took had many interesting properties but, chief among all? Was the ability to make the infertile fertile, and blanks into disgustingly virility sperm. Given their age, and their futa vigor, Zima and Kerna were both normally simultaneously both virile AND fertile as it was.

But with the aphrodisiac?

Zima could swear she felt Kerna’s body spit out an ovum into her womb. And she could swear that she felt her sperm cells viciously fertilize it, making a deliciously fucked up cute future niece-daughter!

Karna’s sperm pooled beneath them as Zima withdrew from her puss. Her cock was going limp, retracted out of her bust. Her balls had shrunk to the size of apples by this point even as her stomach had bloated to the size of a bowling ball.

It was a surprisingly feminine look for such a muscled futa.

“And that,” Zima said as she stood on shaky legs, “Makes me the winner!”

Slowly, a single one of their family members started clapping.

And soon, they all were.

Even Zarai.

But, as always, things did not always completely go to plan.

“N-no,” Karna managed to get out as, with sheer force of will, she rolled in her semen and started to get up, “You have not.”

“You are going to be my baby mama now,” Zima said with depraved happiness, “And that makes you a part of MY harem!”

“Face it sister, you’ve lost!”

Karna didn’t immediately reply as she analyzed all that had happened to her. To her credit, it wasn’t to immediately deny what was self-evident.

“For now.”

But, in a feat of pure stupidity, it was still to challenge Zima after all, “As soon as this sprat is born? As soon as I’ve whelped?”

“I am coming for your cunt, sis,”

Zima looked at Karna like one might look at a puppy that shat the bed.

And then almost made her go limp by, once again, grabbing her dick.

“You know, I was going to go easy on you,” Zima said as she played with Karna’s dick, pushing her thumb onto her cock slit. Her sister moaned as she did so instead of answering, but that was fine. The less she opened her mouth the better for her it would be for her, “I was planning on knocking you up a few times and then letting you go. Maybe even help you establish yourself in another Pride. You know, like family does?”

“But if you are going to challenge me seconds after you’ve lost,” Zima growled, “If you are going to be stupid enough to not at least bide your time and play the game of Prides?”

“Well, I am going to have to make you not a problem here and now!” Zima, taking her cock and, putting it against the cock-slit of her sister declared.

Karna watched with horror as Zima grabbed her shaft and, slowly, pulled herself into it.

Zima’s cock, rehardening as it was, went inside Karna’s cock.

“What the fuck is thiiiiis!” Karna moaned as Zima’s dick quickly erected itself to its whole foot of length, bloating her sister’s cock from the inside even as she pushed through. Unlike her pussy, it didn’t have much texture to rub against.

But, oh, the pressure that her cock flesh generated as it was forced to extend!

“If I can’t make you a good defeated little futa baby mama-,” Zima growled as she mushed her sister’s glans against the base of her cock, “-Then I am going to turn you into a futa broodmother!”

Using her cock like an onahole, Zima pulled out of Karna’s meat sausage.

And then slammed into it.

She griped like a sex toy as she withdrew.

And slammed into it.

She made pre-cum start splashing into them both as she assaulted and hammered into her sister’s futa cock.

And slammed some more into it.

Karna’s knees were almost touching the ground as Zima fucked her cock, her teeth gritting and grinding as she fought to stand her ground. But not being able to otherwise utter a word.

“You see, the aphrodisiac we drank?” Zima prompted as she slammed into her sister’s glans again, “It-oooh fuck- it has some interesting properties!”

“In controlled situations, it’s allowed ovum to seek other ova a-and penetrate and fertilize it like a sperm!” in no time at all, Zima felt herself at the precipice of no return. Her sister’s cock was just too good, too tight, and every single inch that she thrust in was filled with sensation. With heat and pressure.

“So imagine!” Zima started speeding up, making Karna groan like a beast in the verge of losing her mind, “Imagine what it would do to our sperm!”

“You’ll bide your time to overthrow me, will you?” Zima demanded as she thrust hard and deep as she was-

-as she was-

“Oh god, then I am going to have knocked UP BEYOND ALL REASON!” Zima roared as she pulled herself as deep into Karna’s cock as she could, her testicles clenching as she felt a super dense load make it’s way through her cock.

The load bloated and inflated her sister’s cock, too, as it went from Zima’s to Kerna’s. The incestual sperm sped down through her the muscled futa’s shaft.

And went straight into her prostate.

Karna roared as her eyes almost rolled into her head, the pressure of sperm being injected into her penis so intense that it completely filled her prostate.

And then went straight into her balls.

Everyone there watched in disbelief as Karna’s testicles bloated. Not with her sperm, but with her sister’s. They watched as Karna came without shooting sperm. It was a reverse sort of orgasm, and they got to witness the sounds of reproductive mud being pumped into an exotic sort of wombs.

They had both imbibed the aphrodisiac to such the extent that their sperm were hyper-aggressive enough to treat other sperm like ova. Karna’s more than Zima’s probably, but it didn’t truly mattered at this point.

They were so aggressive, point in fact, that tiny wiggling worms could be seen just underneath Karna’s testicles. Fighting and conjoining with the incestual invaders. Fucking, penetrating, fertilizing and working as if they were ovum either way.

Half of DNA joined half of DNA. And they all watched as Zima’s sperm cells impregnated Karma’s own.

How many children would she have? How many of them would be viable? How many of them could be brought to term?

No one there knew. But if it was even a fraction of fraction, Karna was, in the future going to give cock birth to dozens of incestual children.

And they would all be born through her cock.

Karna collapsed onto the ground, the sensation overloading her brain and making her collapse in the ground. Leaving Zima standing alone as she drew her dick from her sister’s onacock to look at the board of their Pride.

This had been no fight but, in its own way, it had been the most brutal show of domination that they had ever seen.

As Zima’s eyes passed through them, they all shuttered as they blushed, their bodies, if not their mind, recognizing who owned them now. They all did.

The disparate women that compromise her father’s harem included, yes, Zarai, Karna’s mother.

Her cousins, her aunts and even, yes, her own mother.

Submission and acceptance. Acceptance and arousal. Arousal and belonging.

From then on, she knew they would be no problem. As for Karna?

Both her testicles and stomach were bloated with her sperm. And something told Zima that they would, from now on, never get smaller.

She would, ironically, be her main girl now. Her truest baby mama. The mother of most of her children.

Oh, her muscled futa sister would now practically be her wife!

The thought made her smile so much that it felt as though her face was going to split.

God, it was good to be Queen.