THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FAN-FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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"Lilia. Please. If those two are left alone for more than five minutes they'll either goof off or get into a stupid fight. Ohwa–!... My head!"
"Why not just give them a break today?"
"Don't even start! Those brats have already had two days off, they aren't getting another just because their old man still feels like shit!"
"Paul, I can barely remember my days under our swordmaster now. I really doubt I know more than they do at this point."
"What kind of lame-ass excuse is that? We haven't even started using proper swords yet!"
"You haven't? Well still…"
"Still whatever! Do I need to frame it as an order or are you going to help me out here? I thought we were friends, Lilia!"
I let out a sigh. No matter how I felt about the matter, Paul had the advantage. Logically, I'm the only one who can observe what they're doing and correct it to what it needs to be. I haven't thought about swordplay for years at this point, so even the fundamentals are slipping away from memory. It's sad, but it's the hand I was dealt in life.
I really did want to be a swordswoman, that's why I even went to that training hall, but no matter how hard I studied or how high my grades were, I couldn't enjoy it. Not like the others could, and especially not like Paul did.
I always figured that Paul would get his act together and show the rest of the hall who the real star was, but then he quit. All those years at the training hall and he didn't even graduate. I did, but little good it did me. Now I couldn't be a swordswoman even if I wanted to. Not with my injury.
If anything, this is exactly what I came to Buena village for. Paul knows I'm just making excuses to avoid those two. Rudeus and Leah. Out of all the children I've encountered in my life, those two… those two are different.
I thought Rudeus might have been possessed at one time, but then he mellowed out within a matter of months. Leah was normal… almost intentionally so. Sometimes she'll say something smarter than any child could say, but then catches herself and almost… almost messes up as she goes on to make herself sound her age. Those two scare me for the most part, but really… They are good kids.
Rudy studies hard and pays attention to everything around him. Leah is respectful and obedient. They have the energy of children, but the way they process the world is almost like that of an adult in a foreign land. As they get older they start to feel more and more normal, but it's that initial presence about them that has me on edge.
If I had to describe them to anyone, I'd say they're very much Paul's kids, but they also have a little of Zenith in them as well. As far as looks go, they're both very cute and beautiful. Part of that is Zenith, but the parts I like the most definitely come from Paul. For all his faults, I've always thought that Paul was a very good looking man, and sometimes throughout the day, I wonder what it would look like if Paul and I had a child. Maybe it used to be a fleeting thought I hated, but now it's an old one that's followed me into many years of my life. It all started back in training hall and hasn't stopped since.
The door then opened and in walked Zenith.
"Feeling any better today dear?"
Paul sank back and groaned.
"Yeah, after you take over for Lilia so she can teach our brats proper form!"
"Don't call our kids brats Paul!"
"Fine. Our darlings."
Zenith laughed at Paul's attempt to make Rudy and Leah sound charming.
"Okay! Maybe that's a bit too far, but Paul is right Lilia, you can leave my husband to me and help him out for today alright?"
"As you wish my lady."
I left the room and gathered the children outside first to observe, then to advise. What I saw was truly something. Rudy was completely off form, and while what Leah was doing wasn't wrong, it wasn't right either. Paul is fucking these two over with his teaching methods. I can already tell. Having them explain what their father told them to do all but confirmed it.
"Let's stop everything right now and focus on sensation meditation." I told them.
Leah looked at me.
"What's that? Papa never taught us that?"
"Because he never needed to. For your papa, he was already very in tune with himself and because of that, he could apply what he learned easily even if he didn't know what it was he was actually doing."
Rudy shook his head.
"In other words, father is just a genius."
"Not quite. A genius would have surpassed your father years ago. Natural talent differs a little bit from being a genius in the sense that genius can surpass the normal process and rules of the different sword forms. Your father still follows the rules of the craft and trains along the preestablished regiment. If he were to stray from what's established, he'd get lost really fast."
"Oh! I get it!"
Rudy jumped up suddenly.
"Ah! I knew he was full of shit."
"Rudy! Watch your mouth! Your mother would scold me if she heard that!"
"Whoop. Sorry. It slipped– I hear papa say it all the time though!"
I gave him a glare. Rudy shrank back.
"Sorry. I'll try not to repeat any bad words."
I wasn't planning on teaching them fundamental concepts, but I underestimated Paul's ability to teach. While Leah was quick on the uptake, Rudy had to be taught a little more, but by the end of the day, after I had thoroughly explained some things, everything started to look better. Rudy still wasn't quite where he should have been compared to Leah, but we ran out of time for the day.
After we were finished for the day, I wanted to burst into Paul's room and scold him for his lackluster teaching, but it isn't my place. I'm a maid, not his mother… though I could a mother… if he… nevermind. I'm getting carried away with my thoughts again. Paul should be better by tomorrow. Well anyways, the next day, Paul was still sick. He begged me to teach them again, so I did. The next day came and it was the same thing. I don't know how he isn't still any better. The next day then came and I could swear that there wasn't anything wrong with him, but he insisted he still needed one more day.
He was right about one thing. Rudy and Leah got into a lot of fights with each other over the dumbest things. I needed a break from them, so I cut our lessons short that day then headed inside when I heard something.
I could hear it coming from their room. The moans. Logically, I should have gone back outside, but my feet were moving before I could tell them no. I cracked the door open without making noise, and then I watched them. I watched Paul and Zenith fuck each other in broad daylight. Paul often practiced with his shirt off, but I never got to see him naked below. Right now I could though. It didn't take me long to put a hand under my skirt and grip my dampening crotch.
"Ah–! Ues darling– go harder pluh–ease! Hgn! Haa–!" I heard Zenith moaning.
"You're so tight tight tight! Let me feel you deeper Zenith! Wrap my cock around your womb would ya?"
I'd love to wrap my womb around your cock Paul. Zenith pushed harder against Paul. They were in doggystyle position. I started to wish that was me. I've always thought Paul was stunning, but I never made any moves. I always thought he was a little above me, but he lied to me. He wasn't sick anymore. But more than that, Zenith lied to me so that they could both fuck in broad daylight. I want to be mad, but that can come later.
This was stimulating, and finding a moment like this again was going to be incredibly hard. The panties came partway down and my fingers started brushing against my folds. God, it felt good and slick. It didn't take long for me to start pushing my fingers inside and start sliding them in and out. It's been so long since I've done this. I've forgotten how good it feels.
The moans got louder so Paul gagged her with his shirt– at least I think that's his shirt? I'm feeling so hazy I'm starting to feel myself get close to a climax. In and out of her cunt his penis went. It took me a moment, but I was able to match the rhythm of his thrusts to my own. Soon we were in sync, and neither of them knew it.
"I'm getting close dear!" He shouted.
"Me too!" She shot back.
Please do it outside. Please don't cum inside her.
"Feel like having your womb filled today? Or are you feeling prude today?"
"Don't you even dare! Shoot it inside me, NOW! Just please hurry before they're done!"
Paul thrust hard one last time. Zenith shook in ecstasy, I came all over my hand. Paul held his body against Zenith then pulled out of her. She fell limp. There was a trail of cum leading from his tip to her pussy. They were both wiped, but I wasn't. What I felt was both satisfaction and a desire for more. Getting off to them helped a little, but it also made me worse. This is their fault.
I quickly fled the scene, but I wasn't feeling any shame in that moment. All I could think about was how unfair it was that Zenith got to Paul before I did. That could have been me. It should be me next time. That night, I masturbated to the events in my head again. They were only able to do that because they lied to me. If they wanted alone time they didn't have to trick me. They didn't have to go behind my back. It makes me feel all sorts of things I never wanted to.
Zenith… Paul… maybe I do want to have a child after all. If you two can't be respectful parents, then maybe I can. No, this has nothing to do with being a respectful parent. I just want to fuck Paul… no… I'm not just going to fuck him. I'm going to wait for a day when I'm ovulating. Then I'll strike. I could probably only get Paul to fuck me once. After that, he'll probably never do it again. Even if I do wait for a risky day, the chances are I won't get pregnant. I should just go for it… but only once I'm ready. One day, I'll be ready for you Paul.