Chapter 537: With My Twin (3)

"Ugh... why doesn't this work?!" I growled in frustration, releasing another torrent of hot white cum deep into my sister's womb, her belly visibly swelling from the sheer volume I'd pumped into her. "Her womb should be swelling with my child by now!"

"Mor... Morgi... no more... please," Vicky's plea was a weak, broken thing, muffled by the silk sheets soaked with our sweat and juices. Her body trembled uncontrollably, a wreck of pleasure and exhaustion. We'd lost count somewhere after the seventeenth orgasm.

I slowly withdrew my still-hard cock, a wet, lewd slurp echoing in the chamber. A creamy geyser of my seed immediately gushed out of her gaping, reddened pussy, flooding the sheets beneath her.

"See? My cum is wasted," I grumbled, watching the river of white with genuine annoyance. "It's not being absorbed. There's no conception. What the hell is wrong with you, Vicky? Are you broken?"

"Broken?" She lifted her head, her crimson eyes glazed but still managing to flash with indignation. "You've fucked me into a near-coma for... I don't even know how long... and you're calling me broken? Maybe your divine sperm is defective, goddess!"

Defective? The insult was so absurd, so utterly ridiculous, that I couldn't help but laugh. I flopped back on the bed beside her, my slick cock resting against her thigh.

'Herma, is something wrong with Victoria?' I mused, my mind racing. This body was Lilith's masterpiece, a blend of dragon, succubus, and human. It should be the perfect breeding ground for my divine seed. The fact that it wasn't... was a problem.

'Maybe I should pump her with more cum.' A simple, direct solution that appealed to my goddess nature. But I'd already pumped enough divine jizz into her to impregnate an entire country. There had to be another reason.

Ding!

[There is no problem, Morgana.] Herma's calm, detached voice echoed in my head. [The issue is not one of compatibility or fertility. It is one of age.]

'Age and race?' I raised an eyebrow, confused. 'Vicky is the same age as me, and her race is a dragon. What are you talking about?'

[Not biological age. Soul age. Her soul, though powerful, is not yet mature enough to sustain the genesis of a new life. Moreover, her race is unique. The result of a fusion between a dragon god, a succubus goddess, plus a human. The concept of her carrying a child is... complicated.]

Herma's words sent a jolt of understanding through me. Vicky wasn't just a dragon. She was a unique being, a one-of-a-kind entity. And her soul, though ancient in its own way, was still young in this new form.

"So I can't knock her up?" I asked out loud, my disappointment palpable. "She must grow up first?"

[Correct. Her dragon essence needs to fully awaken and mature. Only then will her womb be ready to carry your offspring.]

"Morgi... what are you talking about?" Vicky murmured, her head turning to look at me, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"It seems, my dear sister," I said, a slow, wicked grin spreading across my face, "that your womb is simply too... advanced and young... for a simple child. It can't accept my seed yet."

"What are you..." Her words died in her throat as I leaned and slowly inserted my cock into her again. Her pussy, already swollen and sensitive, clenched around me. "No... Morgi... no more..."

I ignored her pleas, my mind already working on a new plan.

'Herma, if her body isn't ready for my child, how about mine?' I asked, my hips already starting a slow, deliberate rhythm. 'I'm the goddess of breeding, after all.'

[That is a viable option. However, until the dragon essence fully matures, your daughters will be 100% succubus.]

I stopped my thrusts. Vicky gasped at the sudden pause, her body trembling, confused by the halt.

"100% succubus?" I repeated the idea, taking root in my mind. "All my daughters... succubi?"

'Perfect,' I thought. 'I was wondering where I would get the succubus part of my horny people. And here it is. My sister. My loving, slutty twin will provide me with an army of lustful daughters.'

"Morgi? What's wrong?" Vicky asked, her voice a weak whimper.

"Nothing's wrong, my dear sister," I said, my grin widening as I resumed my thrusts, harder this time, more determined. "In fact, everything is perfect. You're going to give me daughters. Many, many daughters. An entire generation of succubi. And you're going to love every moment of it."

With renewed vigor, I pounded into her, my cock a relentless piston, my balls slapping against her sore ass. I was no longer trying to impregnate her. I was claiming her, marking her as the mother of my future army. Her cries of pain and pleasure filled the chamber, music to my ears.

'Ahh~... H-Herma, I forgot to ask, what is Vicky's race anyway?'

[Her race is unique. There is no name for it yet. However, the closest thing in my data is "Chaos Dragon," but that's not accurate either.]

'Chaos Dragon,' I repeated in my head. 'That's a cool name. But not accurate enough.'

'Well, let's name the race "Dracubus," a mix of dragon and succubus. That's fitting for my sister,' I thought, completely deleting the human part.

...

After a long, brutal session, I finally collapsed on top of Vicky, my body spent, my cock finally softening inside her. We lay there for a while, our breathing ragged, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.

"I... hate... you..." Vicky whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I love you too, sister," I chuckled, kissing her neck.

Surprisingly, it took only half an hour for Vicky to recover completely, as if nothing had happened, but she was still sore.

She shot me a glare that could curdle milk, her crimson eyes burning with a mix of anger, exhaustion, and... something else. Something that looked dangerously close to satisfaction, relief, and lust.

Vicky didn't say a word. She slowly crawled toward me, her movements a little stiff, her ass still red from the spanking. Her body was flawless despite the punishment. She reached for my legs and rested her head on my thigh, her long black hair spilling across my skin. Then, she did something that surprised me.

She started to lick my cock.

Her tongue, hot and wet, traced the length of my shaft, cleaning our combined fluids from my skin. It was a gesture of submission, of devotion. She was claiming her place.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Cleaning my mess," she said, her voice soft but firm. "A proper sister... a proper slut... cleans her goddess's cock after a good fucking."

"Good girl," I purred, my hand tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. "And what are you going to do now, my dear sister? Are you going to go back to enforcing your 'decency' rules?"

"Fuck no," she said, a wicked glint in her eyes as she took the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive tip. "I've seen the light, sister. Or rather... I've felt the cock. And I have to admit... it's... divine."

She took me deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate my size. I watched, mesmerized, as my twin, my sister, my other half, worshipped my cock with her mouth. She was a natural, a born cocksucker. My perfect match.

'Fuck! If she keeps this up, I'm going to get hard again.'

"Now that I think about it," I said, my voice a low growl as she bobbed her head, her lips sliding up and down my shaft, "you've been a very, very bad girl, Vicky. You disobeyed me. You undermined my authority. You dared to wear panties."

She looked up at me, her crimson eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She didn't stop sucking, her movements becoming more eager, more desperate. She knew what was coming. She was preparing for her punishment.

"But you're also a very, very good girl now," I continued, my grip on her hair tightening. "You've learned your lesson. You've accepted your place. And for that... you deserve a reward."

I pulled her off my cock, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip. She gasped for air, her face flushed, her lips swollen.

"A reward?" she asked, her voice a breathy whisper.

"Yes, a good reward," I purred. "After all, my empty womb can't stay empty forever, can it?"

"!!!"

Vicky's crimson eyes widened in understanding. A slow, wicked grin spread across her face, mirroring my own.

"You want... me... to breed you?" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.

"I want you to fill my womb with your children," I said, my voice a husky command. "I want to feel you swell with my seed. I want to carry your daughters, our daughters. I want to be the mother of your children. It's only fair, don't you think?"

"Y-Yes, sister," Vicky stammered, her mind racing. "I would love to—no, this is the only thing I desire."

'Hehe, she's finally crawling out of her shell,' I thought. 'This is the real Victoria.'

"Good," I grinned. "Now bring that dragon cock of yours here, and let's make some babies."

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