The Rise of Marquis 10: The Nature of Man (Patreon)

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-VB-

The Rise of Marquis
Chapter 10: The Nature of Man

-VB-

When his men kicked Duke back up to this self-proclaimed “Greater Maine,” they brought with him a prize: a captured cape of the Duke.

“Ugk ugk ugk-”

She was not a powerful cape. In fact, Samuel Lavere believed her to be a conscript of sorts. Duke was a decently strong man, though not reaching his or his daughter’s power levels at all, and so he substituted strength needed for a truly large domain by forcing other weaker capes into his organizations.

This was a common tactic used by the less charismatic and more desperate organizations not just in U.S. East Coast but also all around the world.

‘Look at China, for example. That is a powder keg waiting to blow up,’ he thought as he relaxed.

“-ugk ugk ugk ugk-”

So now he had a prisoner, a conscript cape, from Maine or Vermont or northern New Hampshire. Someone whose family or property might be in danger if she didn’t escape and return to Duke.

Honestly, Samuel didn’t care much about that.

He looked down and smiled.

“-ugk ugk ugk-!”

Because she wasn’t one of his, and he really only cared about what was his. It was why he imposed his Rule on Brockton Bay.

It was why he allowed the remnants of the once “mighty” Empire Eighty-Eight to continue to exist in his city; eliminating them out of principle would cost him too much, and so as long as they kept to their little bubble of insanity and racial genocide, he wouldn’t touch them.

But all too often, one of their minions or a brain dead fresh cape would come and try to test him. He always made sure to display their corpses in very well observed spots.

He could hand over the girl back to Duke. The man was, despite his attacks, a good imitator; he kept a strict code of honor and medieval way of management. Should Sam return the girl, Duke would give ransom or even pull his troops and businesses away from Brockton Bay’s municipal borders before moving in half a year later.

“-ugk ugk-!”

He caressed Amelia’s cheeks as she looked up at him. Her head continued to bob up and down his dick, lavishing his dick with caresses of her own tongue.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, and dove in deep, pushing her face against his lower stomach and crotch.

He moaned as he came in her throat, shooting ropes of his semen into his girl.

Amelia gulped one more after another, and when he ran dry for now, she slowly pulled back. She met his stare with her own, smiling with the corners of my mouth and her eyes before slowing down even further.

She teased him, lolling his dick around her mouth left and right and up and down, before she pulled out only the head of his dick was inside. With a pop, she let it flick out of her mouth and off her lips, and gave the tip of his dick a kiss.

“You always give me a lot, daddy. Far more than you give Meru~,” she grinned as she crawled out of the space underneath his work table, which was empty of work today for this specific reason. Or rather, she was the one to organize and remove them elsewhere for what was about to happen.

He snorted. “Is that why you’re so insistent on giving me blowjobs every morning?” he asked as he helped her up and then set her on his lap. He felt her slick vagina dripping its juice on his equally sloppy dick.

Amelia only grinned as she rocked her hip a little.

“I’m not a lesser woman, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said before she pulled her skirt up, showing him just how wet she was. “I’m just a naughty girl who wants to be knocked up by her daddy,” she cooed as she nuzzled into his chest.

Instead of impaling her right there and then, he pulled her up and then set her down on the table. She giggled as she spread her legs.

It’s been … some time since he gave into this. Fucking his own daughter and repeatedly creampieing her.

And though he felt disgusted with himself once in a while, he also couldn’t be happier; he’d long since rationalized this as their way of showing love.

Lining himself up, Sam leaned down and kissed Amelia before pushing himself in and pushing her open. She whimpered as his thick dick pushed her vagina to the edge of what it could handle. Sam felt her shuddering as he stuffed her to the hilt.

He broke the kiss and looked down at Amelia’s deliriously happy face. “Love you, honey.”

“I love you, too, daddy,” she whispered as she hooked her arms around his neck.

When he pulled out and then thrusted back into her with enough force to nearly lift her off the table, she squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lower lips with an aborted squeal.

Her trembling and still spread legs threatened to squeeze around him, but he had an arm under each leg and kept them from moving in.

Each thrust clapped her ass cheeks. Each thrust saw his dick kissing and stretching his girl’s vagina. Each thrust had Amelia mewling in ecstasy.

They were making love.

It was sinful, a crime, and that only made it better than what it would have been otherwise.

A sinful lovemaking that made their hearts beat even faster and know that they did this even though it was a crime; a crime and sin were obstacles they overcame.

‘Why do I always get so romantic and philosophical when I’m fucking Amelia?’ Sam thought introspectively even as he continued to pound his much smaller daughter. At only 5’4” compared to his 6’3”, she could barely reach up to his neck even while sitting on the table.

Amelia mewled and Sam nearly climaxed as she did, but then he realized she was coming. He frantically pumped her vagina before he too orgasmed.

They shuddered together as he filled her up with his seeds. If she wasn’t pregnant yet, then she would be sooner or later.

He kissed her, and she giggled while pressing her still clothed self to him.

Impulsively, he pulled her shirt over her boobs and gave her nipple a lick.

“More?”

“More.”

A week later, they found out she was indeed pregnant.