Zephyron

"You have been nothing but a disappointment from the moment you were born!"

"You are useless! A useless girl!"

"You're going to give me a new heir. A boy."

"That's it, milk Daddy's cock like a good girl. We're practicing for when I breed you properly."

Those words have haunted you from the moment you were old enough to understand him. Old enough to know your purpose, to know what your father wanted from you.

Your mother had given birth to you first, then the deceased corpse of your brother. He'd gotten to be a death god, while you were nothing. Nothing but your womb, that is.

Zephyron had told you time and time again what would happen the day you turned sixteen, but it still didn't stop you from shaking with fear as Pyreheart and Sylphorak strip you down to nothing and lead you into his bed chamber.

He sits on the bed like it's a throne, hard cock upright and leaking against his stomach and abdominal muscles, tall enough to almost reach his magnificent pectoral muscles.

He beckons you forward with a single hand, and Sylphorak has to push you forward to get you moving. The chains that bind your hands together behind your back and to the wall drag behind you as you approach him, quivering cunt that tears when you so much as think about the thick length between his thighs already dripping in an attempt to make it easier by the smallest margin.

"Good girl, that's it. Come to Daddy like a good slut," he coos mockingly, his gold eyes flicking to the two gods behind you. "Leave us. I can handle her alone," Zephyron orders, wrapping an arm around your bare waist as he pulls your naked body into his lap, his cock inches from your cunt.