Chapter 3:

Fauxcest 21.

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Emperor Chris, a powerful and virile man, ruled over his vast kingdom with an iron fist. His daughter, Bilulu, a goddess of rain clouds, was said to possess a beauty that could rival the stars in the sky. Despite their positions of power, the two were never able to satiate their desires for each other, until one fateful night.

"Father," Bilulu said, as she entered his chambers. "I have been thinking about you all day."

"And what thoughts have you been having, my dear?" Chris replied, his eyes never leaving her.

"I have been thinking of how much I desire you," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Of how much I want to feel your body against mine."

Chris stood, his body tense with desire. He walked over to Bilulu, his hands reaching out to touch her soft skin. "And what do you plan to do about it?" he asked, his voice husky.

Bilulu leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "I plan to do whatever it takes to make you mine," she whispered.

Chris groaned, his hands tightening on her. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. They kissed, their tongues dueling for dominance. Chris's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples.

Bilulu moaned, her hands reaching down to touch him. She rubbed his cock through his pants, feeling it harden under her touch. Chris growled, his hands reaching down to hike up her skirt. He ran his fingers over her panties, feeling how wet she was.

"Please, father," Bilulu begged. "I need you inside me."

Chris wasted no time, pulling her panties aside and plunging his fingers into her wet pussy. Bilulu cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. Chris fingered her, his thumb rubbing her clit.

"Yes, father," Bilulu moaned. "Just like that."

Chris continued to finger her, his other hand reaching down to undo his pants. He freed his cock, stroking it as he watched Bilulu writhe in pleasure.

"I need you now," Bilulu said, her voice desperate.

Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock teasing her pussy. He looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and love in them.

"I love you, father," Bilulu said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"And I love you, my dear," Chris replied, before plunging into her.

Bilulu cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock. Chris started to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her. He reached down, his thumb still rubbing her clit.

"Yes, father," Bilulu moaned. "Just like that."

Chris picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. Bilulu met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

"Oh, father," Bilulu cried out. "I'm close."

Chris could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm building. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it, his fingers moving in time with his thrusts.

Bilulu screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a wave. Chris groaned, his own orgasm following close behind. He filled her with his cum, his hips still thrusting.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"I love you, my dear," he whispered.

"I love you too, father," Bilulu replied, her voice tired but happy.

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Fauxcest 22.

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The Forbidden Love of Emperor Chris and Goddess Bizilla

Emperor Chris, a powerful and virile man, had always been captivated by his daughter, Bizilla. She was no longer just his child but a goddess, a woman of unmatched beauty and allure. Bizilla, with her striking features and seductive charm, had inherited the divine powers of her mother, Ninlil. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her lips curved in an enchanting smile that could make any man submit to her desires.

One evening, as they sat together in the imperial chambers, Bizilla leaned in close to her father. Her scent, a mix of jasmine and musk, filled the air, making Emperor Chris's heart race. She looked at him with a smoldering gaze, her eyes filled with desire.

"Father," she whispered, her voice husky and seductive. "I want you."

Emperor Chris, taken aback, tried to resist the temptation. But Bizilla's allure was too strong. He leaned in, captivated by her beauty, and kissed her deeply. She responded with passion, her tongue exploring his mouth, igniting a fire within him.

Their hands wandered, exploring each other's bodies. Emperor Chris's fingers traced the curve of Bizilla's breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. Bizilla moaned, her breath hot against his ear.

"Yes, father," she whispered. "Touch me, please."

Emperor Chris obeyed, his fingers sliding down her stomach and into the waistband of her skirt. He found her wet and ready for him, her pussy swollen with desire. Bizilla gasped as he entered her, her walls tightening around him.

They moved together, their bodies slick with sweat, their moans filling the room. Emperor Chris's cock slid in and out of Bizilla's pussy, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body.

"Harder, father," Bizilla begged. "Fuck me harder."

Emperor Chris obliged, his hips slamming into hers, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. Bizilla's moans grew louder, her pussy clenching around him as she approached her climax.

"Yes, father, yes!" she cried out as she came, her orgasm rippling through her body.

Emperor Chris followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his cum. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent, their hearts racing.

"I love you, father," Bizilla whispered, her head resting on his chest.

"I love you too, my goddess," Emperor Chris replied, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. The night was young, and they had all the time in the world to explore each other's bodies, to fulfill their desires, and to create a bond that transcended the mortal world.

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Fauxcest 23.

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A Mesopotamian Love: Emperor Chris and Goddess Damkina

Emperor Chris, a man of immense power and authority, had always been captivated by his daughter, Damgalnuna, also known as Damkina. She was not just his daughter, but a goddess in her own right, a Mesopotamian deity of fertility and sacred marriage. Her beauty was beyond compare, her intelligence shone like a beacon, and her allure was irresistible.

One evening, as they sat together in the imperial palace, Chris found himself unable to resist the temptation any longer. He looked into Damkina's eyes, and in that moment, he knew he had to have her.

"Damkina," he began, his voice low and husky. "You are so beautiful, so desirable. I can no longer deny my feelings for you."

Damkina looked at her father, her eyes wide with surprise. But there was a spark in them, a spark of desire that Chris couldn't ignore.

"Father," she said, her voice soft. "I have always felt a connection between us, something beyond the norm. I want you too, but we must be careful. We must not let our desires consume us."

Chris nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He leaned in closer to Damkina, his hand reaching out to touch her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

"I know, my love," Chris whispered. "But I cannot resist you any longer. I need you, Damkina. I need to feel your body against mine, to taste your lips, to hear you moan my name."

Damkina opened her eyes, looking deep into Chris's. She nodded, her lips curling up into a seductive smile.

"Then take me, father," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Take me now."

Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled Damkina close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. Chris's hands roamed over Damkina's body, feeling the curves and contours of her perfect form.

Damkina moaned into the kiss, her body responding to Chris's touch. She reached up, running her fingers through his hair. Chris's hands found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down to reveal her bare breasts. He groaned, his mouth finding one of her nipples. He sucked and nibbled, causing Damkina to gasp and moan.

Chris's hand found its way between Damkina's legs, feeling the warmth and wetness of her pussy. He groaned, his cock straining against his pants.

"Fuck, Damkina," he muttered. "You're so wet for me."

Damkina moaned, her hips bucking against Chris's hand.

"Yes, father," she gasped. "I need you inside me. Please, Chris."

Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He pulled off his pants, his cock springing free. Damkina reached down, stroking his length. Chris groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand.

Chris leaned down, his lips finding Damkina's again. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock poised to enter her.

"Are you ready, my love?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Damkina nodded, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Yes, father," she gasped. "I'm ready. Please, Chris. Fuck me."

Chris thrust into Damkina, filling her completely. She moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. Chris set a fast pace, his hips slapping against Damkina's.

"Yes, Chris," Damkina moaned. "Fuck me harder. I'm yours."

Chris groaned, his hips thrusting harder and faster. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening.

"Damkina," he gasped. "I'm going to cum. Are you ready?"

Damkina nodded, her hips meeting Chris's thrusts.

"Yes, father," she gasped. "Cum inside me. I want to feel you fill me up."

Chris groaned, his hips thrusting harder and faster. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening. He thrust into Damkina one last time, his cock exploding inside her. She moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts.

Chris collapsed on top of Damkina, his cock still inside her. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one.

"I love you, Damkina," Chris whispered.

"I love you too, father," Damkina replied, her voice soft and sleepy.

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Fauxcest 24.

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Emperor Chris, a mighty ruler of the ancient Mesopotamian kingdom of Mari, was known for his wealth and power. His daughter, the goddess Dērītum or Dīrītum, was a hypostasis of Ishtar, who had developed into a fully separate deity and achieved a degree of prominence in the local pantheon. It was during the reign of Zimri-Lim in the 18th century BCE. She was a celebrated figure in the kingdom, and participants in the main festival of Mari included both members of the royal family and foreign dignitaries.

One day, as Chris sat in his throne room, Dērītum entered, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Father," she said, "I have been thinking about the festival of Dērītum, and I believe we should make it even more extravagant this year."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how do you propose we do that, my dear?"

Dērītum leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, father, I have been thinking about introducing a new element to the festival. Something that will make it truly unforgettable."

Chris leaned back in his throne, intrigued. "And what might that be?"

Dērītum hesitated for a moment, before speaking. "I want to introduce a sacred marriage ceremony between you and me, father. It will be a symbol of our unity and power, and will no doubt be talked about for generations to come."

Chris was taken aback. He had never considered such a thing before, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was a brilliant idea. "Very well," he said, "we shall do it. But on one condition."

Dērītum looked at him, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Yes, father? What is it?"

"That we practice for the ceremony in private," Chris said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "After all, we want to make sure we get it right."

Dērītum nodded, her heart racing with excitement. "Yes, father. I agree."

That night, as they prepared for their private practice session, Chris couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. He had never been with his daughter in this way before, and he wasn't sure how it would go. But as he looked at Dērītum, her body naked and ready for him, he knew that he couldn't resist.

"Come here, my dear," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Let me show you how it's done."

Dērītum approached him, her body trembling with anticipation. Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and kissing her deeply. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples until they were hard and sensitive.

"Oh, father," Dērītum moaned, her head falling back in pleasure. "That feels so good."

Chris smiled, his cock already hard and ready for her. He lowered his head, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently. Dērītum cried out, her body writhing with pleasure.

"Yes, father," she gasped. "Just like that."

Chris continued to tease and caress her breasts, his other hand traveling down between her legs. He found her wet and ready for him, and he slipped a finger inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around him.

"Oh, father," Dērītum moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "I'm ready for you."

Chris pulled his finger out, replacing it with his cock. He thrust into her, filling her completely. Dērītum cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, father," she gasped. "Yes, just like that."

Chris began to move, thrusting in and out of her tight pussy. Dērītum met him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

"Oh, father," Dērītum moaned, her voice filled with pleasure. "Don't stop, don't ever stop."

Chris grunted, his balls slapping against her ass. He could feel his orgasm building, and he knew he was close.

"I'm going to cum, my dear," he gasped.

"Yes, father, cum for me," Dērītum moaned, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Chris let out a loud groan, his cock twitching as he filled her with his seed. Dērītum cried out, her own orgasm crashing over her.

"Fuck, father," she gasped, her body shaking. "That was amazing."

Chris pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside her. "Yes, my dear, it was," he said, his chest heaving. "We're going to make one hell of a show at the festival."

Dērītum smiled, her body still trembling with pleasure. "Yes, father, we are."

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Fauxcest 25.

Anal sex.

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The Forbidden Love of Emperor Chris and Dumuzi-abzu: An Erotic Tale of Incestuous Desire and Anal Pleasure

Emperor Chris, a man of great power and authority, had never expected to find himself falling for his own daughter. But here he was, completely captivated by the beauty and charm of his daughter, Dumuzi-abzu. She was no longer just his child, but a goddess in his eyes.

Dumuzi-abzu was a stunning young woman, with long, flowing black hair and piercing brown eyes. She had a curvaceous figure and a radiant smile that could light up any room. Her beauty was otherworldly, and Emperor Chris found himself drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain.

One night, as they sat together in the imperial palace, Dumuzi-abzu leaned in close to her father. "Father," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "I want you."

Emperor Chris was taken aback. He had never considered the possibility of being intimate with his own daughter, but the way she was looking at him made it impossible to deny her. "Are you sure, my dear?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Yes, father," Dumuzi-abzu replied, her eyes shining with lust. "I want you to take me, here and now."

Emperor Chris didn't need any further encouragement. He pulled Dumuzi-abzu close and kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining as they explored each other's mouths. Dumuzi-abzu moaned softly as her father's hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

"You're so beautiful, my dear," Emperor Chris murmured, breaking the kiss to trail his lips down Dumuzi-abzu's neck. He nibbled on her earlobe, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his daughter. "I want to make you feel good."

"I want that too, father," Dumuzi-abzu replied, her voice trembling with desire. "I want you to make me feel good all over."

Emperor Chris smiled wickedly and began to undress Dumuzi-abzu, revealing her firm, round breasts and her shaved, wet pussy. He knelt before her and spread her legs, burying his face in her cunt and licking her clit with long, slow strokes. Dumuzi-abzu moaned and writhed with pleasure, her hands tangled in her father's hair as he licked and sucked her pussy.

"Yes, father, just like that," Dumuzi-abzu gasped, her hips bucking as she came closer to orgasm. "Don't stop, please, don't stop."

Emperor Chris continued to lick Dumuzi-abzu's pussy, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before slowing down and teasing her with his tongue. Dumuzi-abzu begged and pleaded for release, but her father was relentless, determined to make her cum harder than she ever had before.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dumuzi-abzu came hard, her pussy clenching around Emperor Chris's tongue as she screamed his name. He stood up and stripped off his own clothes, his hard cock springing free and pointing straight at his daughter's pussy.

"I want to take you from behind, my dear," Emperor Chris growled, his voice full of lust. "I want to feel your tight little ass wrapped around my cock as I fuck you hard."

Dumuzi-abzu nodded, her eyes wide with desire. "Yes, father, fuck me in the ass," she begged, getting on all fours and sticking her ass in the air.

Emperor Chris positioned himself behind Dumuzi-abzu and pressed the head of his cock against her tight little hole. He pushed slowly, feeling her ass resist before finally giving way and swallowing his cock whole. Dumuzi-abzu moaned and whimpered as her father's cock filled her up, her pussy dripping wet with excitement.

"You like that, my dear?" Emperor Chris asked, his voice strained with pleasure. "You like it when I fuck your tight little ass?"

"Yes, father, I love it," Dumuzi-abzu replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Fuck me harder, please, I want to feel you deep inside me."

Emperor Chris grabbed Dumuzi-abzu's hips and began to fuck her hard, his cock slamming into her ass with each thrust. Dumuzi-abzu cried out with pleasure, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she was filled with an intense, all-consuming orgasm.

Emperor Chris felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he approached the point of no return. He pulled out of Dumuzi-abzu's ass and cummed all over her back, his hot, sticky load covering her skin in a thick, white layer.

Dumuzi-abzu collapsed on the floor, exhausted and satisfied. Emperor Chris lay down next to her, his arm wrapped around her as they both caught their breath.

"That was amazing, father," Dumuzi-abzu whispered, her voice full of gratitude.

"Yes, my dear, it was," Emperor Chris replied, his voice full of love and affection. "I love you, Dumuzi-abzu."

"I love you too, father," Dumuzi-abzu replied, her eyes shining with happiness.

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Fauxcest 26.

Anal sex.

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Forbidden Love: The Emperor and the Goddess

Emperor Chris, a man of great power and authority, had always been a devoted father to his daughter, Duttur, who was not just an ordinary woman but a Mesopotamian goddess. The love and affection between them were undeniable, but little did they know that their relationship would take an unexpected turn.

One day, as they were spending time together, Chris couldn't help but feel an overwhelming desire for his daughter. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control his feelings. Duttur, on the other hand, had always seen her father as a protector and a provider, but she had never thought of him in a sexual way. However, as Chris started to make his move, Duttur felt a strange stirring in her loins. She was curious about what was happening, and before she knew it, she was giving in to her father's advances.

Their foreplay was intense and passionate. Chris started by making eye contact with Duttur, his gaze filled with desire and longing. He then leaned in and kissed her lips, deepening the kiss as Duttur responded eagerly. Chris's hands wandered all over Duttur's body, caressing her breasts and nipples, making her moan with pleasure. Duttur, in turn, wrapped her arms around her father's neck, pulling him closer, her body responding to his touch.

Chris then moved down to Duttur's neck, licking and nibbling it gently, making her shiver with pleasure. He then made his way to her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, making Duttur gasp with pleasure. Chris's fingers then found their way to Duttur's clit, rubbing it gently, making her moan louder.

As Duttur's moans grew louder, Chris knew she was ready for him. He positioned himself behind her, his cock hard and ready. He then licked Duttur's ass, making it wet and ready for him. Duttur gasped as she felt her father's tongue on her ass, the sensation was new and exciting. Chris then slowly inserted his finger into Duttur's ass, making her moan with pleasure. He then added another finger, stretching her ass, preparing her for his cock.

Chris then positioned his cock at Duttur's ass, slowly pushing himself inside her. Duttur gasped as she felt her father's cock inside her, the sensation was intense and overwhelming. Chris started to move slowly, letting Duttur adjust to the new sensation. As Duttur's ass adjusted to Chris's cock, he started to move faster, his balls slapping against Duttur's ass.

Duttur's moans grew louder as Chris fucked her ass harder. "Faster, faaack me, give it to meee," she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure. Chris obliged, fucking her ass harder and faster, their bodies slapping against each other.

Chris then felt himself reaching his climax, his balls tightening. He pulled out of Duttur's ass and came all over her back, his cum dripping down her ass and onto the bed. Duttur moaned as she felt her father's cum on her back, her body trembling with pleasure.

They lay there, their bodies spent, their breaths heavy. Chris looked at Duttur, his eyes filled with love and affection. Duttur looked back at him, her eyes filled with satisfaction. They knew what they did was wrong, but they couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and fulfillment. They fell asleep in each other's arms, their bodies tangled together, their souls connected in a way they never thought possible.

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Fauxcest 27.

Anal sex.

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A Sacred Union: The Ritual of Love between Emperor Chris and Goddess Inanna in Mesopotamian Mythology.

In the lush gardens of the imperial palace in Mesopotamia, Emperor Chris, a handsome and powerful man, found himself in the company of his beautiful and enchanting daughter, the goddess Inanna, also known as Ereshkigal. They sat beneath a luscious grapevine, the sweet aroma of the ripe fruit filling the air.

"Father," Inanna said, her voice sultry and inviting, "I have been thinking about the rituals we must perform to ensure the prosperity of our land and people."

Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his daughter's words. "Yes, my dear? And what do you propose?"

Inanna leaned in closer, her ample breasts pressing against the sheer fabric of her dress. "The ancient texts speak of a sacred act that must be performed between a ruler and a goddess. It is said to bring great power and blessings."

Chris felt a stirring in his loins as he looked into his daughter's mesmerizing eyes. "Go on," he said, his voice husky with desire.

Inanna took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. "The act is called sacred marriage. And it involves the union of a ruler and a goddess in the most intimate of ways."

Chris's heart raced as he realized what his daughter was suggesting. "Inanna, are you certain this is what you want?"

Inanna nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, father. I want you."

With that, Inanna leaned in and pressed her lips to Chris', igniting a fire within them that could not be quenched. They explored each other's mouths with their tongues, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Inanna broke the kiss, her breathing heavy. "Take me to your chambers, father," she whispered.

Chris stood, taking Inanna's hand in his. They made their way to his chambers, their bodies pressed close together. Once inside, Chris closed the door and turned to face his daughter.

Inanna's eyes were filled with desire as she looked at Chris. "I want you," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.

Chris took a step closer to Inanna, his hands resting on her hips. "And I want you, my dear."

He leaned in and kissed her again, their tongues dancing together. He began to undress her, his hands trembling with anticipation. Once she was naked, he took a moment to admire her perfect body.

Inanna, not one to be outdone, began to undress Chris, her fingers deftly unfastening his robes. Once he was naked, she ran her hands over his muscular chest and chiseled abs.

Chris leaned in and began to kiss Inanna's neck, eliciting a moan from her lips. He trailed kisses down to her breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Inanna arched her back, her fingers tangled in Chris's hair.

Chris continued to lavish attention on Inanna's breasts, alternating between each nipple. Inanna's breathing grew heavier, her moans growing louder.

Chris then began to kiss his way down Inanna's body, stopping to nibble on her inner thighs. Inanna spread her legs wider, inviting him in. Chris began to lick and suck on Inanna's clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

After a few moments of this, Chris stood up and positioned himself behind Inanna. He began to slide his cock into her ass, causing her to gasp.

"Yes, father," Inanna moaned, pushing back against him. "Fuck me."

Chris began to thrust in and out of Inanna's ass, their bodies slapping together. Inanna reached down and began to play with her clit, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

"Oh, father," Inanna cried out, her body trembling. "I'm going to cum."

With that, Inanna's orgasm washed over her, her body shaking with pleasure. Chris continued to thrust into her, his own orgasm building.

"I'm going to cum, too," Chris groaned, his thrusts growing more erratic.

With one final thrust, Chris cummed deep inside Inanna's ass, his body shuddering with pleasure.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Chris wrapped his arms around Inanna, holding her close.

"That was incredible," Inanna whispered, her head resting on Chris's chest.

Chris kissed the top of Inanna's head. "Yes, my dear. It was."

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Fauxcest 28.

A Father's Desire: The Forbidden Love of Emperor Chris and Goddess Gatumbug

Emperor Chris, a man of great power and authority, had always been known for his commanding presence and handsome features. His daughter, Gatumbug, was no less a sight to behold. She was a goddess in her own right, with a beauty that was both ethereal and captivating. For years, Chris had denied himself the pleasure of his own daughter, but as she grew older, he found himself unable to resist her charms.

One evening, as they sat together in the imperial palace, Chris couldn't help but stare at Gatumbug's luscious lips and pert breasts. He felt a stirring in his loins, a desire that he knew he could no longer ignore.

"Father," Gatumbug said, her voice like a song. "Is something the matter?"

Chris swallowed hard, trying to push down his desires. "No, my dear. I was just... thinking."

Gatumbug leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "About what?"

Chris hesitated for a moment, then decided to be bold. "About you," he said, taking her hand in his. "About how beautiful you are."

Gatumbug blushed, her cheeks turning a soft pink. "Father..."

Chris didn't let her finish. He leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. Gatumbug responded eagerly, her tongue darting out to explore his mouth.

As they kissed, Chris's hands began to wander, caressing Gatumbug's curves and teasing her nipples through her silky gown. Gatumbug moaned, her body responding to his touch.

Without breaking their kiss, Chris lifted Gatumbug's gown, revealing her bare thighs. He ran his fingers over her soft skin, then higher, until he reached her wet pussy.

Gatumbug gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, her walls tightening around him. Chris added a second finger, fucking her slowly as they continued to kiss.

"Oh, father," Gatumbug moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "Yes, like that."

Chris increased his pace, fucking Gatumbug faster and harder. She cried out, her orgasm building deep within her.

"Come for me, my goddess," Chris whispered in her ear. "Come for your father."

Gatumbug obeyed, her pussy clenching around Chris's fingers as she came hard. Chris continued to fuck her through her orgasm, drawing out every last tremor.

When Gatumbug had finally come down from her high, Chris withdrew his fingers and kissed her again.

"That was incredible," Gatumbug breathed, her eyes shining with desire.

Chris smiled, his own desire burning bright. "Just wait until I'm inside you."

He stood up, pulling Gatumbug with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy grinding against his hard cock.

Chris carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He kissed her again, then trailed his lips down her neck and over her breasts. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, teasing them to hard peaks.

Gatumbug moaned, her fingers tangling in Chris's hair. "Please," she begged. "I need you inside me."

Chris didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself at her entrance, then thrust inside her with a groan.

Gatumbug cried out, her pussy stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Chris began to fuck her, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

"Yes, father," Gatumbug moaned, her hips meeting his thrusts. "Fuck me harder."

Chris obliged, pounding into her with all his strength. Gatumbug's tits bounced with each thrust, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Oh, fuck," Chris growled, his balls tightening. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, father," Gatumbug panted. "Cum inside me. Fill me with your seed."

Chris couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust deep inside Gatumbug, then groaned as he came, his hot seed filling her pussy.

Gatumbug milked him dry, her pussy fluttering around his cock. When they were both spent, Chris collapsed beside her, his chest heaving.

"That was amazing," Gatumbug whispered, snuggling up to him.

Chris wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "Yes, it was," he agreed. "But I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

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Fauxcest 29.

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Emperor Chris, a man of great power and authority, had a daughter who was no ordinary mortal. Goddess Gazbaba, also known as Kazbaba, was a Mesopotamian deity associated with love and eroticism. Chris had always been protective of his daughter, but as she grew older, he couldn't help but feel a different kind of desire for her.

One day, as they sat in the imperial palace, Chris looked at his daughter with lust in his eyes. "Gazbaba, you are no longer a child," he said, his voice low and seductive. "You have become a woman, and a beautiful one at that."

Gazbaba looked at her father, her eyes wide with surprise. She had never seen him look at her that way before. "Father, what are you saying?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Chris took a step closer to his daughter, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'm saying that I want you, Gazbaba. I want you in a way that I've never wanted anyone before."

Gazbaba felt a shiver run down her spine. She had always known that her father was a powerful man, but she had never realized the depth of his desire for her. "But father, I'm your daughter," she protested, even as she felt her own desire growing.

Chris took another step closer, until he was standing right in front of Gazbaba. "I know who you are, my dear," he said, his voice husky. "And that's why I want you even more. You are a goddess, Gazbaba, and I am your willing servant."

Gazbaba looked up at her father, her eyes shining with desire. "Then take me, father," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Take me and make me yours."

Chris didn't need any further invitation. He pulled Gazbaba close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other's mouths, their hands roaming over each other's bodies.

Chris's hands found Gazbaba's breasts, and he began to caress them gently. Gazbaba moaned as she felt her father's touch, her nipples hardening under his fingers. Chris pinched her nipples lightly, causing Gazbaba to gasp with pleasure.

Chris then moved his lips down to Gazbaba's neck, nibbling and licking her soft skin. Gazbaba tilted her head back, giving her father better access to her neck. She could feel her arousal growing as he continued to kiss and lick her.

Chris then moved his hands down to Gazbaba's thighs, slowly hiking up her skirt. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy, and he knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Gazbaba moaned as she felt her father's hands on her thighs. She could feel her wetness seeping through her panties, and she knew that she was ready for him.

Chris hooked his fingers into Gazbaba's panties, pulling them down roughly. He could see her pussy glistening with wetness, and he couldn't wait to taste her.

He knelt down in front of Gazbaba, his eyes locked onto hers. He could see the desire in her eyes, and he knew that she was ready for him.

Chris then leaned in, his tongue snaking out to taste Gazbaba's pussy. She moaned as she felt her father's tongue on her, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Chris licked and sucked on Gazbaba's pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of her. He could feel her wetness coating his tongue, and he knew that she was enjoying this as much as he was.

Gazbaba moaned as she felt her father's tongue on her. She could feel her orgasm building deep inside of her, and she knew that it wouldn't be long now.

Chris could feel Gazbaba's orgasm building, and he knew that he had to make her cum. He sucked on her clit, his tongue flicking it rapidly.

Gazbaba screamed as she came, her orgasm ripping through her. Chris could feel her wetness flooding his mouth, and he drank it up eagerly.

Chris then stood up, his cock hard and ready. He pulled Gazbaba close, his lips finding hers in another passionate kiss.

Gazbaba could feel her father's cock pressing against her, and she knew what was coming next. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close.

Chris then pushed into Gazbaba, his cock sliding into her wet pussy. She moaned as she felt him filling her up, her hips meeting his thrusts.

Chris began to fuck Gazbaba hard, his hips slapping against hers. She moaned with each thrust, her nails digging into his back.

Chris could feel his orgasm building, and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer. He thrust into Gazbaba one last time, his cock exploding inside of her.

Gazbaba could feel her father's cum filling her up, and she moaned with pleasure. She knew that she belonged to him now, and she would do anything to please him.

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Fauxcest 30.

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A Mesopotamian Love: Emperor Chris and Goddess Geshtinanna

Emperor Chris, a majestic figure with an air of authority, ruled over his vast kingdom with wisdom and justice. His daughter, the divine Geshtinanna, was a goddess known for her role in the myths about the death of her brother, Dumuzi. She was not just a goddess but also a scribe and an interpreter of dreams. Her beauty was ethereal, and her intelligence shone brighter than the stars.

One day, Geshtinanna found herself wandering through the palace gardens, lost in thought. She noticed her father, Emperor Chris, watching her from afar. His gaze was intense, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She approached him, curious about his intent.

"Father," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "Why do you watch me?"

Chris looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. "My dear Geshtinanna," he replied, his voice deep and resonant. "I watch you because I cannot help myself. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Geshtinanna blushed, surprised by her father's words. She had never thought of him in that way before. "Father," she said, her voice trembling. "I do not know what to say."

Chris took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Say that you feel the same way," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Geshtinanna looked up at him, her eyes wide with desire. She had never felt this way before, but she knew that she wanted him. "I do," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Chris took her in his arms, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together, and Geshtinanna felt a fire burning within her. She had never been kissed like this before, and she wanted more.

Chris's hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they were hard and aching. Geshtinanna moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

Chris broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and teasing it until Geshtinanna was writhing with pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her.

Chris's hand slid down her body, finding its way between her legs. He stroked her clit, and Geshtinanna gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. She was wet, and Chris could feel it. He slid a finger inside her, and Geshtinanna moaned, her body bucking against his hand.

Chris added another finger, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. Geshtinanna was moaning, her body trembling with pleasure. She was ready for him, and Chris knew it.

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He pushed inside her, and Geshtinanna gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. Chris paused, giving her time to adjust to his size.

Once Geshtinanna was ready, Chris began to move. He thrust in and out of her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her body. Geshtinanna wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.

Chris's thrusts grew faster and harder, and Geshtinanna could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Yes, father," she gasped. "Fuck me harder."

Chris did as she asked, his thrusts becoming wild and uncontrolled. Geshtinanna screamed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Chris followed her, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his seed.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Chris looked at Geshtinanna, his eyes filled with love and desire.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," Geshtinanna replied, her voice filled with emotion.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, lost in their own world. The love they had for each other was pure and true, and nothing could ever come between them.

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