The village was a sea of noise and light when we stepped from the treeline. Torches blazed, drums throbbed, and voices rose in a wave of pure, exultant sound that washed over us. Hands reached for us, not to pull, but to guide, to celebrate. My brother’s hand was a firm anchor in mine as we were swept into the throng. Cheers echoed off the mud-brick walls, a cacophony of joy that vibrated in my chest.
Then, as if by silent command, the crowd parted. Nne stood there, her gnarled hands outstretched. She took my hand from Adunbi’s, her touch both gentle and unyielding. “The vessel must be purified for the final binding. The protector must harness his strength.” Her eyes, ancient and knowing, held ours. “One night apart, to gather the threads of your souls.”
Adunbi’s jaw tightened, but he gave a single, sharp nod. His eyes burned into me, a promise and a plea, before he was led away by a group of elders toward the sacred grove. I watched the broad line of his back disappear into the torchlight, a hollow opening in my gut.
Nne led me not to the bathing pool, but to a hidden cave behind a waterfall at the village’s edge. The air inside was cool, smelling of wet stone and sacred herbs. An ancient woman with skin like cracked leather and eyes that held the patience of mountains waited by a small, steaming spring. She said nothing, only gestured for me to undress.
The water was silken, infused with oils of myrrh and sage. The old woman’s hands were surprisingly strong as she washed me, her touch clinical yet reverent, scrubbing away the residue of the labyrinth, the sentinel’s mercury, the birth. Her voice, when it finally came, was the rustle of dry leaves. “Your bloodline was always meant for this. Your grandmother’s grandmother danced under the same moon, her womb a chalice for the old magic. You are not the first vessel, child. You are the fulfillment.”
The words settled in me, a deep, resonant truth. She anointed my skin with thick, fragrant oil that made my body gleam in the cave’s dim light. She fastened a girdle of cowrie shells and polished amber beads around my hips, the weight both foreign and right. Finally, she led me to a chamber where a great mirror of polished obsidian stood.
I saw myself. My skin, oiled and dark, shimmered. My belly, once rounded, now firmer, the promise undeniable. My breasts were fuller, the amber studs in my nipples catching the light. But behind my reflection, another image swam into focus—a woman radiant, her stomach massively rounded with life, her face a map of serene power. My future self.
My breath caught. I reached out, my fingertips brushing the cool stone.
The mirror’s surface rippled like water. The image shifted, and I saw the village square from above. Torches formed a circle. In the center stood Adunbi, naked and proud, his body oiled and gleaming, muscles coiled with a restrained, primal energy. The entire village surrounded him, their faces upturned, silent and expectant.
He must seal it. The ritual is not complete.
Understanding was a lightning strike. The portal in the mirror beckoned. Without hesitation, I stepped through.
The sensation was of falling upward. I stumbled out into the cool night air of the square, directly into the ring of torchlight. A collective gasp, then profound silence. All eyes were on me.
Adunbi turned. His gaze swept over my oiled body. A fierce, possessive heat flared in his eyes, burning away any lingering shadow of siblinghood. We were something else now.
Nne’s voice cut the silence. “The vessel returns, ready to be bound. The protector stands ready to claim. Let the final union begin.”
A slow, deep drumbeat started. A single, breathy flute joined it.
Our eyes locked. We moved toward each other, not in a rush, but with a deliberate, aching slowness. My body hummed with need. His chest heaved. When our skin finally met, chest to chest, a shock of warmth radiated through me. His hands settled on my waist, large and hot.
We began to dance. A slow, sensual sway of hips, a grinding press of bellies. My arms snaked around his neck. His hands slid down to grip the back of my thighs, lifting me until I hooked my legs around his waist. We moved like that, a single entity under the moon, my core rubbing against the hard plane of his stomach, feeling the thick, insistent ridge of his cock trapped between us. The drumbeat pulsed in time with my heart.
He carried me to a wide, flat stone altar in the square’s very center. Gently, he laid me back. The stone was cool against my heated skin. He stood between my spread legs, his gaze devouring me. With deliberate fingers, he pushed my thighs wider, exposing me completely to the torchlight and the watching village.
My cunny, my pussy, was glistening. The outer lips, a deep, plush black, were swollen and parted, revealing the hidden, hot-pink folds within, already slick with my arousal. The tiny golden stud on my clithood caught the firelight.
Adunbi sank to his knees. He didn’t speak. He simply lowered his head and pressed his mouth to my vulva.
The first flat stroke of his tongue over my entire slit made me cry out. His hands held my hips down as he feasted. His tongue was relentless, probing, swirling. He licked into my entrance, then focused upward, circling my clit with firm, perfect pressure. The stud buzzed against his tongue. I thrashed, my fingers tangling in his hair, but he held me fast, drinking my nectar, his groans vibrating against my most sensitive flesh.
The climax built from my toes, coiling up my spine. “Adunbi... please...” I begged.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, applying a steady, rhythmic suction. The world shattered into white light and pulsing heat. My back arched off the stone as I came, my release filling his mouth, my cries echoing in the silent square.
Before the last tremor faded, he was moving. He rose over me, his huge cock—truly massive, a daunting pillar of dark, veined flesh, at least twenty seven centimeters long and thick as my wrist—springing free. The broad, plum-dark head, already weeping, nudged against my soaked, well-used entrance.
He looked into my eyes, seeking and finding my absolute consent. Then he pushed.
Even after everything, the stretch was breathtaking. His width was a glorious, burning invasion. He sank in by inches, a slow, relentless conquest that made me whimper with fullness. He seated himself to the root, our pelvis grinding together, my stretched lips clinging to the base of his shaft.
“Mine, ” he growled, the word raw and primal.
He began to move. Withdrawing almost completely, then plunging back in with deep, rolling thrusts that shook my whole body on the altar. The wet, slapping sound of our union was the only music now. I wrapped my legs high around his back, taking him deeper, wanting the ache. My breasts bounced with each drive. His face was a mask of fierce concentration, of sacred duty and raw lust.
I felt him swell, that impossible internal expansion as his cockhead began to flare inside my womb. His thrusts became shorter, harder, jackhammer pulses that tipped me into another orgasm, my inner walls fluttering wildly around him.
“Now!” Nne’s voice commanded.
With a roar that seemed to shake the torches, Adunbi buried himself and erupted.
It was a flood. A torrent of scalding seed that pumped into my deepest channel, filling my womb with insistent, pulsing jets. I felt my lower belly swell slightly with the volume, a warm, liquid weight settling deep inside. He held himself there, throbbing, pouring his essence into me for what felt like minutes, sealing his claim, completing the breeding ritual.
Slowly, he softened and withdrew. His magnificent cock, now slick with our mixed fluids, glistened in the light. The sight of it, and the feeling of his seed already beginning to seep from my stretched, gaping entrance, sent a weak thrill through my spent body.
Zara and Efua approached. With reverent fingers, they probed my opening, gathering the overflow on their fingertips. They showed the mingled white and clear fluid to the crowd.
“The seeding of Osa by Adunbi is complete, ” Zara announced, her voice ringing.
Nne stepped forward. “Adunbi and Osa are brother and sister no more. By the blessing of the old gods, by this sacred union... they are now husband and wife.”
A new, deeper silence fell. Then, from the crowd, a man stepped forward. Kayin. Our father. His body was still powerful, his gaze intense.
“I am the father of both the groom and the bride, ” he declared, his voice echoing. “I call for my right to partake of the bride’s sex on her wedding night.”
Adunbi, still catching his breath beside the altar, looked at me, then at our father. A complex wave of emotion crossed his face—submission to tradition, a flicker of jealousy, and a dark, voyeuristic hunger. “You are my father, ” he said, his voice thick. “I cannot deny you.”
All eyes turned to me. The seed inside me felt heavy, precious. This was the final thread. I met my father’s gaze. “You are my father, ” I whispered, the words tasting of forbidden fate. “I cannot deny you.”
Nne nodded, her face solemn. “The right of the first night has been called for and accepted. Kayin, take your daughter, bride of your son, and place your seed in her womb alongside her husband’s. May your daughter bear you both a son and a grandson.”
Kayin’s eyes never left mine as he walked to the altar. He stood before me, his own arousal evident, thick and heavy against his thigh. “Suck my cock, daughter.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. I slid off the stone altar and knelt in the dirt before him. I looked up at his face, then took his cock into my hands. It was familiar in shape, like Adunbi’s, but different, a testament to my own origin. I opened my mouth and took the broad head inside, tasting salt and skin.
He groaned, his hands coming to cradle my head. His eyes, however, were locked on Adunbi, who had risen, his own cock hardening again as he watched.
“Bend over the altar, ” Kayin commanded, gently pulling himself from my mouth.
I obeyed, turning and leaning over the cool stone, presenting my dripping, seed-smeared cunt to him. “Adunbi, ” Kayin said. “Hold her down.”
My brother-husband moved behind me, his strong hands pressing on my shoulder blades, pinning me gently but firmly. My father’s hands then were on me, exploring the curves of my hips, the swell of my ass, cupping my breasts and rolling my pierced nipples. I shivered.
Then I felt him, the blunt head of his cock, pressing against my entrance, already stretched and slick with his son’s spend. He pushed, a slow, inexistent invasion, filling the same heated channel. I cried out, the dual sensation of violation and rightness overwhelming.
“Now, ” Kayin grunted, his voice strained as he seated himself fully inside me, his balls resting against my skin. “Pleasure your husband with your mouth.”
Adunbi was there instantly, his thick cock nudging my lips. I opened for him, taking him in, tasting our shared essence. Kayin began to move, long, deep thrusts that pushed me forward onto Adunbi’s length. I sucked my brother-husband desperately, my tongue swirling, as my father’s cock throbbed inside me, stretching me anew.
Kayin’s fingers found my clit, rubbing rough, perfect circles. “Take your brother’s seed, daughter, ” he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Milk him dry.”
Adunbi’s hands tightened in my hair. His hips jerked. I felt him swell, and then the hot, bitter flood hit the back of my throat. I swallowed convulsively, taking every pulse as my own body clenched around my father’s driving cock. Kayin’s rhythm broke, his thrusts becoming hard, frantic snaps of his hips. He drove deep, his body going rigid against mine.
“Inside your womb, ” my father snarled, a final, powerful slam. “With your brother’s... take my... seed."
Osa collapses in exhaustion, and the village gathers around her. Osa is carried to a sacred tent, where the village women gather to massage her body with oils infused with fertility herbs.
Osa is awakened by the village women, who begin to stimulate her with their fingers and tongues, ensuring the seeds of her brother and her father take root. Osa is then joined by twenty one of the village men, who take turns pleasuring her with their cocks and filling her with cum, ensuring her arousal and the seeds' viability.
Osa is taken by the first man, who lifts her onto a table and enters her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts deeply, ensuring his seed mixes with her brothers and fathers. The second man enters her, his cock throbbing as he fills her with his seed, his hands roaming her body.
Osa is taken by a third man, who binds her wrists and ankles, suspending her above the table, as he enters her from below, his cock throbbing as he fills her with his seed, his hands roaming her body.
Osa is taken by a fourth man, who positions her on all fours and enters her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts deeply, ensuring his seed mixes with her brothers and fathers, while another man stimulates her clit with his fingers.
Osa is taken by the fifth man, who positions her on her back and enters her while another man stimulates her nipples with his mouth.
Osa is taken by the sixth man, who binds her legs to his waist and enters her while another man stimulates her clit with his tongue.
Osa is taken by the seventh man, who positions her on her side and enters her while another man stimulates her breasts with his hands.
Osa is taken by the eighth man, who positions her on her knees and enters her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts deeply, ensuring his seed mixes with her brothers and fathers, while another man stimulates her clit with his tongue.
Osa is taken by the ninth man, who positions her on her back and enters her while another man stimulates her nipples with his mouth, and a third man stimulates her clit with his fingers.
Osa is taken by the tenth man, who positions her on her side and enters her while another man stimulates her breasts with his hands, and a third man stimulates her clit with his tongue, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the eleventh man, who positions her on her back and enters her while another man stimulates her clit with his fingers, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the twelfth man, who positions her on her knees and enters her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts deeply, ensuring his seed mixes with her brothers and fathers, while another man stimulates her clit with his tongue, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the thirteenth man, who positions her on her back and enters her while another man stimulates her clit with his fingers, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the fourteenth man, who positions her on her side and enters her while another man stimulates her breasts with his hands, and a third man stimulates her clit with his tongue, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the fifteenth man, who positions her on her knees and enters her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts deeply, ensuring his seed mixes with her brothers and fathers, while another man stimulates her clit with his tongue, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is then taken by the sixteenth man, who positions her on her back and enters her while another man stimulates her clit with his fingers, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is then taken by the seventeenth man, who positions her on her side and enters her while another man stimulates her breasts with his hands, and a third man stimulates her clit with his tongue, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is then taken by the eighteenth man, who positions her on her back and enters her while another man stimulates her clit with his fingers, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the nineteenth man, who positions her on all fours and enters her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts deeply, while another man stimulates her clit with his fingers, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the twentieth man, who positions her on her back and enters her while another man stimulates her clit with his tongue, and a third man stimulates her breasts with his hands, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa is taken by the twenty-first man, who positions her on her side and enters her while another man stimulates her breasts with his hands, and a third man stimulates her clit with his tongue, while the village women chant ancient fertility rites around them.
Osa's pussy is overflowing with the sperm of twenty five men including her brother and father. when they finish all the men leave, but two more men to enter the tent, her brother and father.
Osa is pulled down as her brother-husbands cock slides into her pussy, she then lays on his chest kisses him, and her father gets behind her, he presses his cock into her until her pussy opens wide and accepts his entry. Her cunny stretched by the two mamoth familial cocks.
Osa's father and brother, still inside her, begin to move in sync, their cocks sliding against each other within her, creating a wave of pleasure that builds to a simultaneous orgasm. They fill her womb with there combined incestous sperms.
Osa's father and brother, still inside her, begin to move in sync, their cocks sliding against each other within her, creating a wave of pleasure that builds to a simultaneous orgasm. They fill her womb with there combined incestous sperms.
Osa wakes up the next morning, beside her brother-husband, her father gone, feeling the weight of her father and brother's seed growing inside her, and the goddess Oshun informs her that she is pregnant with twins, one from her brother and one from her father. She must now navigate the complexities of her new family dynamic.