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Donner was fourteen when the broodstock awakened within him. He had been born in the third clutch of the first year his parent's mated, and had been utterly unremarkable until the day the broodstock glands appeared at the shaft of his cock, marking him as one of the rare Ullonian breeders.
For the next fifteen years he sought the woman that would become his broodmate, traveling first from city to city and then from realm to realm in search of her, without luck. He found several women touched with the broodstock and not yet paired, but none that woke his sleeping shaft; none who emited the pheremones that would make his cock double in size; none that forced his glands to release his own pheremones that would in turn open her cervix and allow him to fertilze clutch after clutch directly inside her quivering, fertile womb.
Donner's parents stopped dropping clutches when he was sixteen and without the satisfaction of breeding to sustain her, his mother soon passed away.
Her last clutch consisted of only one child, a tiny girl his father named Mila.
Mila was a natural dancer, lithe and fluid and highly praised. She won dance accolades at the age of five and was soon accepted into a prestigious dance school. By twelve she was top of her class, in line for an early graduation. At fourteen she graduated school early leaving so she could star as Wesla in a multi-million dollar, star-studded production of Schellur's Nymphdance for the Elder Gods.
And so it was that Donner returned home to Sessha—a city that hadn't hatched a clutch in fourteen years—to see his youngest sister perform in the most highly anticipated production of the year.
The playbill showed him a slim, attractive girl, toned from years of studying dance. Her hair was the same amber color as his own, her eyes the same almond shape, the color an identical foggy green. She had been small at birth and was still petite now, even for her age. Her mouth was sweet though, curving into an impish smile in each photo, and perfectly accentuated in the professional shots the production studio had taken for her performance.
There was another reason for Donner to visit the playhouse other than to see his sister perform—Ankara, a broodstock marked woman from the distant city of Chilea, was in town to see the production as well. Ankara was old for breeding—almost forty-five—but her breedmate had recently suffered a stroke during a particularly intense breeding session and could no longer perform. Without the stimulation of regular breeding, Ankara risked wasting away as his mother had, and so arrangements had been made for them to meet.
That Donner, now thirty, had yet to find his match was extremely unsettling for his people. In comparison, his father had begun breeding at eighteen and had fathered nearly one hundred children by the time he was Donner's age. (He'd seeded strong clutches—two or three in every three month clutch season—roughly eight to twelve babies a year.) Although always rare, Donner was the only Ullonian breeder in all his realm and each quarter he didn't plant a clutch in an Ullonian breedqueen was another generation that went without children. Even one year of breeding with Ankara would be hugely benefical to his people.
He sat with Ankara during the production to no avail. Afterward they met in private backstage to see if the chemical reaction would happen between them. Ankara was very experienced in breeding and, after lying down on the chaise lounge provided, surprised him by releasing her pheremones in the quiet enclosure they'd been given.
“This is hardly the place,” he said, unsettled. “Some of the cast is going to be joining us shortly.”
“I can't wait anymore,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
Donner's cock gave a faint twitch of interest as the powerful pheremones washed over him, but nothing more. The woman was beautiful for her age, but the chemistry wasn't there to make his sex glands react. Frustrated and desperate for the satisfaction of breeding, Ankara released again, spreading her legs for him to see the lush, wet hole he was meant to fill.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, aching to be helpful. “There's nothing.”
“Please,” Ankara whispered, tears in her arousal-dialated eyes. “Please try... I need it so bad.” She released pheremones from her breed glands again, strong enough now to smell, but nothing stirred in Donner. They were not mates; this was a pairing not meant to be.
“I'm sorry,” he said again. “I'm so sorry. I wish it could be me, but it's not.”
She left almost immedately, with the help of a few aides, and Donner made himself a drink to wait for Mila to come backstage to meet him. He had not expected Ankara to open herself up to him like that and downed his drink quickly, feeling sorry for the woman; she'd waste away within another week or two if she didn't find a mate to fill her. He felt sorry for himself as well—he was one of the oldest unmated Ullonian breeders and every day he went it alone a little piece of him died.
He was about to pour another drink when the backstage door opened and Mila came through, surrounded by a few of her giggling friends—other young dancers from the production, each beautiful and bright and very anxious to meet a real Ullonian breeder.
Girls were raised from a young age to fantasize about becoming Ullonian breedqueens themselves. Some dreamed of being princesses or famous singers, some dreamed of becoming sportstars or wealthy businesswomen, some dreamed of raising animals or studying law at university, but there wasn't a girl over the age of five alive anywhere in the world that hadn't dreamed at least once of the broodstock awakening within them; of becoming the next Ullonian breedqueen; of living solely to breed, their glands turning their entire womb erogenous, pheremones forcing open their cervixes to accommodate their broodmate's double-long cock as he ceaselessly pumped them full of seed to fertilize their eggs.
There wasn't a girl alive that hadn't gone to bed at least once dreaming of the broodstock awakening within them. For most, it was a common sexual fantasy and dream.
And suddenly there were seven young girl dancers in a room filled with the potent musky pheremones released by a desperate old breedqueen, and Donner—one of the oldest unbred Ullonian males in existance, overripe and anxious to find his mate.
Donner had just picked out which of the girls was his sister when she clutched her chest in surprise.
“Mila?” one of her friends asked, catching the swaying girl by the arm. “Mila, are you all right?”
“I feel... so funny... suddenly...” Mila's dance-toned legs buckled at the knees. “My body's trembling...Ohhhh...”
The air in the room suddenly electrified around Donner. As Mila dropped to her knees in a swoon, his entire body sharpened and focused on the source of the electricity.
It was her. His sister.
As if feeling it too, her head lifted and she met his gaze. “Donner...” Her beautiful green eyes had dialated, her pupils now so large and black they nearly swallowed up her irises. “Ohhh!”
Her body spasmed, transitioning, changing, awakening. Through her dance leotard Donner could now see her small nipples hardening as the broodstock viciously and immediately awoke within her. Her breath came harder as it transformed her body, hardening her nipples first before flowing down to ripen and tenderize her virgin hole.
“I don't believe it,” one of the dancers gasped, recognizing the signs in Mila instantly. “She's awakening!”
“She's a broodqueen!” another squealed.
Donner's cock was throbbing in the confides of his trousers now. The glands along his shaft rose and suddenly began releasing uncontrollably like never before, mixing with the pheremones Mila was emitting into the air and forcing his cock to begin to grow. His own eyes were beginning to dilate with the intensity of the arousal in the room, and he struggled to keep things under control. This was his sister! He couldn't breed with her! And certainly not here, in the backstage of a famous dance theater, surrounded by a bunch of teenaged girls.
“Donny,” Mila moaned, not taking her eyes off him. The broodstock had transformed her instantly, immediately and utterly. She was no longer Mila the Dancer. She was already absolutely 100% Donner's broodqueen. Without takine her eyes off her brother, she fluidly slipped out of her clothes, revealing her perfect, lithe body to him, leaving the dance leotard and tulle skirt in a pile on the floor. “Donny, my brother... my broodmate...”
“Oh, Mila,” Donner gasped, unable to help himself as he saw his sister's pink nipple buds and the long white expanse of her toned stomach. She was a thousand times more appealing to him than any potential broodqueen he'd ever met. “My baby sister... ohhhh...” His hand was on his belt, unfastening quickly.
As the six other dancers watched in dreamy stunned silence, Donner pulled his trousers down, letting his growing cock spring forth. He was already impressively large and would continue to grow until he had doubled in size. It was clear to anyone watching that Donner and Mila were puremates; the chemistry between them was as strong as it could ever possibly be. This was fate.
Naked and panting hard with need, Mila managed to climb onto the chaise lounge Ankara had previously been on and, like the woman before her, spread her legs to her brother, showing him the glossy pink hole he was meant to fill. Unlike Ankara, Mila's was bright pink and tight, her hymen unbroken. He could see her glands opening now along the edges of her pussy lips, spraying invisible pheremones into the air just for him; to awaken and grow his cock even more for her.
Donner was on her in no time, panting just as hard as he dragged the growing head of his cock across his baby sister's wet, virgin pussy lips. It took all the restraint he posessed not to force himself into her right then and there. “Your career,” he gasped, trying to focus on anything other than the delicious, intoxicating heat eminating off his sister's body. “The dance production... you worked so hard...”
“Doesn't matter,” Mila gasped, her cunt opening and closing in anticipation of being filled. “T-This is it. This is my true p-purpose in life...all I've ever been meant for... to be my brother's broodmate... his broodqueen... ohhhh.” Her eyes were completely black now, posessed with insane levels of all-consuming arousal. She could never do anything else now; it was breed or die. “Nothing else matters... I have no choice... This is why I was made... to be my brother's broodqueen. I'm yours to use and fill... please... Donny... I... I've never... never ever felt so alive... so empty... Donny, please!”
Donner had watched videos of broodstock awakening in women before—it was a common theme in pornography—but never had he seen it like this before, not even in the most sensationalized erotic ones. Never had it taken a girl so immediately and forcefully, never so fast or completely. Never before a sister for her brother.
“Oh, Mila... I've waited all my life for this...” Donner pressed the thick fat head of his cock into his fourteen-year-old sister's unbroken hymen, shivering at how intense the feeling was; how delicious the resistance her tiny body gave him. “My little sister... all this time, my baby sister...”
“F-fuck me, Donny,” Mila begged, tears of need filling her dilated eyes. “F-fill me with your seed. Plant a clutch in my little v-virgin body... ohhhh, its yours, its yours, forever, my body belongs to my big brother to fuck and fill... this is it... this is everything for the rest of my life... hurry, hurry, f-force it, big brother, f-force me to take it!”
Someone else burst into the room; adults summoned by one of the dancers perhaps, but it was too late. Donner grabbed his little sister's thighs, folded them back, and, with a strong thrust of his hips, slammed his growing cock through his virgin sister's trembling cunt.
She threw her head back in a cry, but Donner didn't—couldn't—stop. He slammed into her again, prying open her narrow virgin chasm. She was so tight and small he knew he was hurting her, but the girl released another dose of potent, cock-controlling pheremones which triggered a huge release of his own to stimulate her, and so it continued.
He was as much as slave as she was, pumping in and out of his baby sister, stretching her hole, forcing her to accommodate his massive, growing cock; the only cock she would ever taste in her life, and one that would fill her like this every day for the rest of her life.
Panting with exertion, Donner continued to pump and fuck his tiny sister, oblivious now to the outside world. He fucked her harder and harder, slamming deeper into that velvet tightness, obliterating her hymen, stretching her untouched walls wide, forcing her narrow tight baby hole to swallow her big brother's thick, fat length.
Their broodstock glands worked overtime to prepare the virgin girl for her first cervical opening. Sometimes a broodqueen—especially such a young one—didn't open during the first mating session—sometimes not even for the first year of breeding, denying her mate the ability to seed her eggs.
That was not the case with Mila, young though she was. She began to open immediately for her much older big brother. Her body was thrumming with potent, sexual energy, ready to house her brother's babies. Her overly erogenized cervix began to dilate almost instantly, sending orgasms spasming through her.
“Ohhhhhh!” she cried as the first one slammed into her, causing her tiny body to twist and jerk beneath her powerful big brother. He held her down and continued to fuck her rough and hard as the others watched in aroused awe as brother buried inch after inch into his petite sister's virgin cunt. “I-I'm o-opening!!” she screamed, feeling that empty, hungry maw form deep inside her body, aching to be filled.
“Yeah!” Donner chanted, slamming into that still-too-small opening wall now as his cock grew inside his sister. “Take it! Take it all!”
“Yeeeeeees~!” Mila screamed as her cervix continued to open, the pheremones making the whole length of muscle intensely errogenous. “Yes!! My brother!!! Inside me! Ohhhhhhh!!!!!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Donner cried, thrusting deeply into his sister with each word. He could feel her inner hole widening for him each time he thrust in. One thrust after another he was denied entrance and then, at last, she dilated enough that when he thrust he broke his way through, the tight cervical ring squeezing his cock length exquisitely as he did.
“OHHHHHH!!!!” Mila screamed, spasming hard with orgasms as her brother's cock breeched her intensely errogenous cervix. Her tiny unprepared body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm in one of the most intense broodqueen initations ever witnessed. Donner had to absolutely pin her down to continue fucking her through her intense spasming orgasms, which he did, mercilessly.
Once he had breached her cervix, Mila's body began releasing a new set of pheremones, ones that sped up the doubling process in Donner's cock. He grew rapidly inside her now, legthening to fill her womb, fattening to fully stuff her cunt. He was locked inside her now like a dog knotting a bitch, and still growing, filling, fucking. She was his cocksleeve, a living fuckhole for her brother to ragdoll fuck and use to his desire. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she succumbed to the intense pleasure of being so fully violated and filled. She was his sex slave now; the bonding between brother and sister was complete.
They would be broodmates for life.
The only thing that was left was for Donner to release his virile seed inside his sister's womb and fertilize her eggs; there would be a clutch hatched in three-months time for sure!
“D-D-Donny,” Mila babbled through her orgasms as her brother relentlessly fucked his now sixteen-inch cock in and out of her quivering virgin body. She clung to him desperately, his adoring, willing baby fuckhole, shaking with orgasm after orgasm.
Donner had fifteen years of pent-up sexual tension driving his thrusts, and fifteen years of pent up come boiling in his balls, ready to release. That he was about to impregnant his fourteen-year-old baby sister did nothing to faze him; in fact, it made him fuck her deeper and harder. All this time he had sought the world for the right broodqueen and she was here all along; his youngest and most talented, famous sister. He loved and hated her all at once, and took every emotion out on her; in fucking her hole utterly raw.
“You're mine now,” he growled, posessive, hungry. “My baby sister... my broodqueen... forever, my virgin fuckhole.”
“Y-yes,” Mila gasped, teeth chattering as she continued to endure her brother's loving wrath and the intense orgasms each thrust induced. “F-forever...”
She would never dance again. She would never step onto a stage or hear the applause of an audience. Her years of intense dance training, her awards, her role in the star-studded production were utterly for nothing. She was to be only her brother's fuckhole now; his broodqueen. She would submit to him multiple times every day for forceful fuck sessions and she would ache in emptiness each hour he did not spend filling and fucking her pussyhole. She would carry clutch after clutch of her brother's eggs inside her, and birth his children every three months until the end of her days. And she would be happier than any woman—than any broodqueen ever before or since—to live this life.
“C-come inside me,” she begged, clutching to his neck and shoulders as his powerful thrusts threatened to fuck her off the chaise lounge. “F-fill me with your seed, b-big brother. Fill your baby sister with your come. I-impregnate me!”
“Fuck!!!” Donner roared, grasping his sister's hips as he utterly buried himself inside her, his cock forcing in the last few, thickest shaft inches into her annilated baby pussyhole. His fat, heavy balls mashed into her tight ass as he sank all sixteen inches of his gland-engorged cock deep inside her quivering baby cunt and womb. He thrust again, wildly, desperate, and then, squeezing his eyes shut, he released.
Come erupted from his cock like a swollen river bursting through a dam, flooding his sister's womb with thick, hot, virile, potent seed. He kept thrusting and coming, crying out as he did, depositing fifteen-years worth of pent up come and frustration into that tight, convulsing virgin hole and womb. He used her like the cocksleeve she'd become, letting her contracting, orgasming pussy muscles, tight cervical ring and unyeilding, virgin walls to squeeze and milk his cock; to pussysuck him utterly dry. He coated her womb with the powerful come that would not only fertilize his sister's eggs but nourish them once they began growing, as each time he came in her fertilized womb his seed would be absorbed as hearty, essential proteins by the eggs.
He hunched over her as he continued to thrust, slowing his pace slightly, bending to kiss her. He made his strokes long and deep, forcing her to feel and endure each and every bulging vein and gland engorged ridge in his sixteen-inch long cock. Mila put a hand on her stomach to feel the length of her brother's cock forcing its way deep inside her womb, and Donner put his hand over hers, to feel it too, to know just how completely he owned and filled his little sister.
“I feel it stretching me inside, filling the long, aching emptiness,” she whispered, still shivering with orgasms. “I feel my eggs o-ovulating for you, my brother...”
“My sister,” Donner gasped, kissing her. “My baby sister, my broodqueen... I never knew...”
“Oh, D-Donny...!” She wrapped her arms around him, shuddering with even more orgasms.
Inside, her body did release eggs; they had been prepared as soon as her glands reacted to her brother's pheremones in the air. A normal clutch consisted of two or three eggs, but Mila's virgin body was so receptive, aroused and willing to be impregnated by her brother she released six.
And as Donner continued to slowly fuck and fill her, his potent seed swarmed each of his sister's eggs, breaking down their protective walls in no time, penentrating deep inside them until, even with Donner's cock still sixteen-inches buried inside her cunt and womb, all six became fertilized.
“Donny,” Mila babbled, sobbing in joyous esctasy as she rocked her hips up and down her brother's too-fat cock, as if feeling the moment he impregnated her and orgasming all over because of the euphoria such knowledge brought her. “Don't ever stop.”
“Never.” He kissed her neck and shoulder, then her clavical before bending to suck on his baby sister's sensitive pink nipples, causing the little girl to spasm into another orgasm. “Never, ever. You are my baby sister broodqueen. We have no choice, this is our life forever now.” He glanced down as he dragged his cock out a few inches, until just the fat head of his cock was breaching her cervix. It was exquisite to thrust back into that impossibly tight, velvet warmth. “We must do this every day for the rest of our lives,” he panted into her ear. “I must plant clutch after clutch inside my baby sister's little body,” he growled, posessively thrusting into her, rocking her hips around his cock, “and then I must nourish those eggs every day... they must bathe in their father's seed, drink it, grow strong from it.”
“Yes, every day,” Mila sobbed, still orgasming, shuddering, utterly unaware of all the eyes in the room watching their intense, perfect union. “Multiple times a day, Donny... three or four... our babies must be so strong...”
“Three or four times a day,” Donner agreed, pulling out slowly again, watching the way his baby sister's cunt distended as he tried in vain to pull his engorged cock free of her too-tight virgin cunt; it was impossible right now. She'd broodlocked on him. He'd prolapse the girl if he forced it, and so he thrust back inside, sending the girl into another orgasmic spasm. They were broodlocked now, both pumping out pheremones designed to keep his cock so big and hard and her cunt so tight and open that he couldn't extract himself.
Broodlocking usually faded in twenty-to-forty minutes, though there were tales passed down of puremates broodlocked for days; where one fuck session led to another and another, all without ever pulling out. Mila's virginity and youth, not to mention their extreme compatibility was beginning to prove that they were likely going to be broodlocked for quite some time.
Someone had begun filming them—this was extraordinarily historic—and Donner grew dimly aware of the crowd of people watching them, most hugely aroused despite themselves. “Look,” he growled into Mila's ear. “We're famous.”
“I want to see,” Mila gasped, opening her eyes, but what she wanted to see wasn't the cameraman filming a brother fucking his sister. “A close up... Donny inside me...” She wanted to see her babycunt swallowing up her brother's huge, gland engorged cock; the thing that had taken her future from her and what gloriousness it had replaced it with.
There was no output for the camera, but someone got a mirror and positioned it for Mila.
“Ohhh,” the girl gasped, shuddering in delight, and her cunt began spasming and clenching wildly as soon as she actually saw it. “Ohhhhhh!! There it is! OHHHH!”
Donner smiled wickedly and began thrusting slowly in and out of her, allowing his sister to both see his cock stretching and pulling her cunt, but feel it inside her, too. Her body's reaction to seeing it happen was otherworldly.
“Ohhhh, my brother!! So big!” Her nails dug into the chaise lounge as she endured his slow, brutual fuck. “S-stretching my little insides apart!!! Oh, Donny!!! Donny!!!!” She shrieked in orgasmic delight as he sank inch after inch into her. “M-make it fit! M-make me t-take it all!!!! Ughhhhhhh!!!!!”
Donner fully buried himself inside his baby sister's cunt as she watched, straining hard to keep slow and steady. She twisted and writhed in esctasy beneath him at the sight, impaled completely by the sixteen-inch shaft thrust inside her.
“Hold on,” he whispered to her.
Then, grabbing the side of the chaise lounge, he hunched over, got good purchase with his feet and thighs, pulled out slightly and then hard-slammed himself back inside her, forcing her to swallow ten-inches in one second. He did it over and over and over again, faster and harder and deeper, all as she watched and screamed and orgasmed at the sight of her little pink pussy and engorged clit turning bright red and swollen from such delicious abuse.
Some of the girl dancers were openly masturbating now themselves, unable to help how turned on they were by the incredible breed session going on in front of them right now. Several men had arrived to help and sported impressive erections as well. If Donner and Mila kept it up, flooding the room with pheremones as they were, it was only a matter of time before the men and the girl dancers began having sex; they could never produce clutches as none were Ullonian breeders, but they would at lease reach orgasm together.
But that was not what the underage girl dancers were for nor was it why the men had arrived to help.
“We've got to get them to a private room,” one of the men said. He wore a dark suit and sunglasses and was one of the few not openly aroused by the display. His badge stated he was Agent Carlson. “But don't stop filming. You and you, keep recording. The rest of you, help me pick up the chair. Don't disturb them, but we have to move them somewhere else.”
“I want to watch,” one of Mila's friends, a brunette girl named Sala, said. “I want to watch all of it; to pretend it's me... Please... let me go with you.”
“It's not healthy for you to sustain such a fantasy,” Carlson said. “You'll stay here. I said lift the chaise lounge, men! Get to it!”
Despite their erections, the men finally went to work, picking up the chaise lounge even as Donner continued to anniliate his sister's cunt on it and the two other's continued recording. “Where to?” one of the men asked.
“There's got to be a private room... a bathroom maybe...”
“Not that way,” one of the men said. “Audience is out there.”
“Shit.”
“I know where,” Sala said, rubbing herself through her damp leotard, her eyes still riveted on Donner and Mila. “The dressing rooms...”
Carlson bared his teeth, but nodded. “Show me where.”
“You'll let me stay? You'll let me watch?”
“Fine. Just lead the way.”
“Follow.” She went out the backdoor and the men carrying the chaise lounge followed. She led them to a small dressing room. It was mercifully empty and a very tight fit for all of them, but it was private and just big enough to set down the chaise lounge.
Carlson turned on all the lights so the cameramen had good light to work with.
Sala sat herself down on the dresser, pulled her leotard aside to reveal her virgin pussy, spread her legs and began openly masturbating as she watched, whimpering as she did, unable to penetrate her virgin pussy with anything more than her slim little fingers.
“Set the cameras up, but then it's time to leave,” Carlson said. “We'll montior through the cameras. It's best to minimize the number of people in here.”
“What about the girl?” one of the men—Agent Piers—asked, his eyes on Sala's virgin cunt. “We just gonna leave her in here? She'll go mad.”
Carlson looked him over. Piers was doing his job and perfectly, but he had quite the erection straining against his trousers. “She's fourteen. I can't authorize you to take her.”
“Wasn't asking. Still, seems cruel to leave her like that.”
“You have a suggestion?”
“Well, no.”
“Then we leave her.”
“With nothing to penetrate herself with? C'mon, Carlson...”
“Unfortunately I don't walk around with sex toy's in my pockets. At any rate, once she recovers, I'm sure she'll be grateful she didn't lose her virginity to a broom or hairbrush handle.”
“Assuming she recovers at all. Look at her.”
Carlson looked at Sala; really looked. Her eyes were dilated and nearly black as she watched Donner and Mila. Her nipples were hard and firm. Her pussy pink and puffy, soaking wet and hungry. If he didn't know better, he'd guess the broodstock was awakening in her as well, but no glands had appeared along her cunt lips. Still... she did seem overly aroused...
Perhaps he ought to do something for her. He'd never leave a broodqueen unmated...