Incest/Taboo Owning a Maid Harem

Alisha's head tossed, her black hair sweeping around her dusky face. I squeezed her boobs as my own orgasm swelled in me. I shuddered, so close to bursting. I plunged down that big dick. I took every inch of my Master-Nephew's cock. My clit ground into his pubic mound.

The sparks flared as I climaxed.

Fire burned hot through me. My cunt writhed around my Master-Nephew's cock. He groaned and erupted into my pussy. His cum flooded my twat. I loved that. I bucked on him, my twat rippling and writhing around him.

I nursed out all that cum. I worked out every drop of jizz that he had in his balls. He emptied his jizz in me. I loved every last blast of his seed flooding my pussy. I bucked on him as the fires burned hot through me.

"Yes, yes, Master!" I gasped.

"Aunt Nancy!" he growled as he basted my womb with his seed. I could have his daughters, too. I wanted to have his daughter.

My cunt writhed around him. I worked out every drop of cum that he had. It all flooded into my snatch. That was so good. I savored it. He filled me up with all that wonderful spunk. It was so magical to have all that jizz in me.

I loved serving my Master-Nephew.

Kylie Hayward

"Ooh, that's a yummy feast!" I squealed as Aunt Nancy slid off my big brother and stretched out on her back. Her legs were open, a feast waiting to be claimed.

I pounced and landed between her legs. I leaned in and pressed my face into her sloppy cunt. I licked up the salty cum leaking out of her. It was wonderful to feast on her. My tongue gathered up all that delicious seed soaked in her tangy juices.

I wiggled my hips in a beckoning manner. I could feel Master Big Brother's eyes on my cute rump. I knew what he wanted. That was my job. To give my brother what he needed. To satiate him. It was why I was here on this quest.

He needed to fuck me to feed Cali so we could survive the night and have the strength to save Mommy come the morning. It all made sense.

"Damn," her brother groaned as he grabbed my hips. He pressed his wet cock into my butt-crack. I shivered in delight, my tongue licking at Aunt Nancy's sloppy pussy. I gathered more of that delicious spunk as my big brother pressed his dick right against my anal ring. "You are a cute one, Kylie."

"Yep!" I moaned into our aunt's pussy.

My amazing Master Big Brother thrust. His dick pushed against my sphincter. It was awesome. I loved the feeling of my backdoor opening up for him. He popped into my bowels. I shuddered, my toes curling as his cock sank into my asshole. He went deeper and deeper into me, the heat melting to my pussy. It was just perfect.

My tongue darted into Aunt Nancy's tangy pussy to scoop out all the yummy cum I could find. I feasted on her creampie as my big brother gripped my hips and started to butt-fuck me. He drew back his cock, my bowels clenching on it. He groaned as he thrust back into me.

"Fuck, Kylie," he groaned.

"Ooh, fuck that naughty maid," purred Aunt Nancy. "She's just devouring your cum from my pussy, Master! Just feasting on it!"

I was!

Master-Big Brother pumped away at me. He fucked my bowels. I loved it. His cock buried into me, the heat melting down to my pussy. I quivered in delight as he pumped away at me again and again. I quivered in delight as he pounded me. He rammed into my bowels over and over again. It was just a treat.

I loved this delight. I enjoyed every last second of it as my tongue flicked through her folds. I feasted on my aunt. I devoured her as my big brother pounded my asshole. The owner of us all rammed to the hilt in me again and again.

My tongue wiggled deeper and deeper into her pussy. I searched for more of my Master Big Brother's cum, gathering up every salty drop of jizz that was in her. It was running out fast until there was just her tangy pussy.

"Yes, yes, yes," Aunt Nancy moaned as my tongue stroked over her folds. Her shaved vulva rubbed against my face as she humped against me. "Ooh, that's so good. You're such a naughty maid, Kylie!"

"So naughty," Master Big Brother groaned in delight as he pounded my asshole.

I loved him drilling his cock in and out of my bowels. It was so good. The heat swelled the growing delight in my pussy. My cunt cream dripped down my thighs as I rose toward my orgasm. I couldn't wait to cum on his dick.

Aunt Nancy's thighs gripped my face as I flicked my tongue around her clit. I suckled on her. I nursed with passion. She moaned, her round boobs jiggling as I drove her toward her orgasm. I moaned around her clit.

"Fuck," groaned Master-Big Brother. "That ass!"

"Drill that fucking ass, Master!" Aunt Nancy moaned. "Oh, God, your little sister is driving me wild. My niece is such a delicious maid!"

Such joy swelled in me as I nibbled on her clit, my big brother's huge cock slamming deep and hard into my bowels. He filled me up with that wonderful cock. It was fantastic. I squeezed my anal sheath around his dick. I was so close to bursting.

"You naughty little slut!" Aunt Nancy moaned. "Yes!"

A gush of her tangy juices bathed my lips. I loved the flavor of her pussy juices. She had such a yummy twat. I drowned in them as Master Big Brother rammed his cock deep and hard into my bowels. The heat melted to my naughty pussy

Incestuous bliss swept through me. I trembled, my asshole writhing around his dick. The heat blazed through me. I quivered in delight as he pumped away at my convulsing bowels. I moaned into my aunt's pussy.

"Master-Big Brother!" I moaned.

He plowed to the hilt in my bowels. "Shit, Kylie!"

All that wonderful cum flooded my bowels. I could feel the house shuddering. Cali needed this. She fed off my big brother. I quivered in delight, knowing that we would be safe for the night. Tomorrow, we would save Mommy.

Master-Big Brother's cum pumped over and over into my bowels. It was so wonderful to have all that bliss firing into me. I quivered through my delight, my anal sheath massaging his dick to work out all his seed.

"Damn, Kylie," he groaned. "Best Sister-Maid there is."

"That's right!" I moaned, my bowels milking out the last of his cum.

I had it all in me. All that wonderful cum. It was such a wonderful moment. I rubbed my face into my aunt's pussy. I felt so delicious. I quivered in delight, my heart pounding with such passion. It was just such an awesome moment.

We would save our mother. My Master Big Brother would not fail her. He was too amazing for that.

Lance Hayward

Cali was fed. Sleep was upon us. The maids started snuggling up to get some rest before we continued our quest in the morning.

I ended up with Kylie and Angela cuddled up against me. My sister and my daughter held me as I drifted off into an uneasy sleep. Mom was out there. She was in danger. I had to get to her. Rescue her and protect my other maids.

I couldn't lose anyone.

Bella Hayward

Two days...

It had been two days since Lance and the other maids went into the Otherworld. I tried not to worry about my Master-Husband, my sister-in-law, my step-daughters, my mother-in-law, and the other maids. I did. I tried not to, but...

It was hard.

I knew that time flowed differently. That it could be weeks before they were back. That it didn't mean anything that it had only been two days. It could be like that old movie with the Darby guy. A hundred years or something stuck in the fairy world.

It wouldn't be that long, right?

I focused on cleaning. I rubbed polish in the gilded frame of a painting near the kitchen. I tried not to stare at the Imprisoned, a shadowy figure dancing before salivating men, her body draped in gold jewelry gleaming with purple gems.

There was something familiar about the shape.

I tried not to look at it, though. I didn't want to have the same thing happen to me that afflicted poor Mrs. Hayward. I finished cleaning it and wiped at my brow with the back of my hand. This was hard work keeping all the work clean.

"It's almost nightfall, Bella," my mother said, walking up in her stiletto heels, her big boobs jiggling in her low-cut bodice. She had her cap perched on her head and a motherly smile. "It's quitting time."

"It's never quitting time for us," I said and smiled. I didn't mean that like a bad thing. We served Master until the day we died. We were his maids. That was all there was to it. I was happy with that. Just glad to be his. I would love him forever and serve him. "We always have more work to do."

"True, true," she said. "But, for now, we can set down our cleaning rags."

I gathered up my supplies and we headed up the servant's stairs by the kitchen. Going up and down stairs all day was really toning my thighs and giving me some cardio. We reached the top floor, passing more of the creepy paintings. We walked by the grand staircase and the shadowy cat. The Gizzamuluke. I could feel its eyes on me as it grinned with hunger.

"Did that get cleaned today?" I asked.

"We'll clean it in the morning," Mother said, taking my arm. "The sun is setting right now."

I nodded as we passed the closed doors of the maids' quarters. The door to the living area was open still. We headed through it and into the warmth of the house. I did a quick head count. We were all accounted for.

I closed the door.

We were safe for the night. The glowing ward on the back, the purple symbols, kept us safe. How were Lance and the other maids doing? How safe was it for them in that horrible world they had traveled to?

Be safe, I prayed. Keep them safe.

Ms. Lynette Docea

My wind slammed into the black, rubbery tentacle bursting out of the dark soil. My magic bent it flat and kept it from reaching for one of us long enough for Alice to swing a stone sword and cut it in half, severing it.

The earth shook beneath our feet. Something moved beneath us. My heart pounded as more of the disgusting tentacles erupted to the right. Cruel, white teeth studded the end of them as they lashed at us.

My wind struck another back.

Flames burned from Nancy and her maids. Kylie fired water while Lance thrust his golden spear. He skewered one tentacle. I kept my wind blowing, holding down the disgusting appendage until someone could destroy it.

Opal darted up, her veil fluttering behind her. She severed the tentacle then slashed at another. They fell around us, their blood soaking the ground. It shook again. I shifted on my stilettos, fighting to keep my balance.

Dirt struck my back. I whirled to see one lunging at me.

I screamed as it wrapped around my waist and drove those teeth into my belly. They tore through my uniform and buried into my flesh. Pain exploded as the tentacle lifted me off my feet. It constricted as it sucked my blood out of me. I thrashed, the agony consuming me.

It fed off me as I thrashed in the air. I tried to focus my power, but it drew it out of me. I stared up at the sky around me. It was a swirl of colors. The hues melted and blended and stirred up into a torrent of beauty.

I fell and landed in Master Hayward's arms. I groaned, the tentacle unwinding from about me. I pain still throbbed in me as I shuddered in my Master's arms. He cradled me to him, his golden lance vanishing. He had saved me. Cut me in half.

Maids cried around me as he cradled me. Then Angela was there. She had her breasts out, her nipples beading with her healing white. I latched onto her nipple and suckled hard. The milk shot into my mouth. I gulped down her milk.

It was a delight to enjoy. I loved the taste of her breast milk. I savored the healing warmth that flowed through my belly. I enjoyed the heat. I suckled more of it down as Master Hayward carried me, the battle fading as I was healed.

Angela had delicious breast milk.

Wondrous.

I swallowed every drop of it that I could. I groaned as her nipple felt so perfect in my mouth. I gulped down all the cutie's breast milk as Master Hayward carried me. The pain melted away. I didn't feel any agony any longer.

"There," Angela said.

I blinked as Master Hayward set me down. I swayed, dizzy for a moment. I looked around and saw the harem was in rockier ground. The black soil we had crossed quivered behind us, the severed tentacles left behind.

We were though that obstacle.

"The foothills," said Cali. "We're getting close."

The mountains loomed over us. They towered high, spikes of obsidian and marble and strange metals. Blue and purple and one that was crimson like it was dripped in blood. Strange shapes flew among them.

They must be huge to be seen at this distance.

"Anyone else need healing?" Angela asked.

"I took one in the leg," cried Deidre. She had blood dripping down her right thigh.

Angela darted over to her as Abigail was staring at a stele. A monument of stone that thrust out of the ground. She stroked over it and frowned. Curious, I drifted over to her, reassured that the Concubine-Maids and Slut-Maids had formed a perimeter around us.

"There's marking on this," said Abigail.

"Oh, my," I said, staring at the strange ones. It was like someone had drawn a horizontal line then drawn other lines straight down or at angles through it. "I've never seen anything like this."

"Let me see," Marsha said. The other scholarly maid arrived, pushing up her glasses. "Oh, that's very interesting. It's Ogham runes."

"Ogham?" I asked. "I only know the Norse runes."

"These are Celtic runes," she said. "Used in Ireland by the druids. Let's see, it's a grave marker for..." She blinked. "Balor."

"Balor?" Master Hayward asked, moving toward us. "Who's that?"

"The last Fomorian king. You see, Master, the Fomorian were a race of giants who lived in Ireland before the Tuatha de Danaan, the fairy, arrived. They drove them into the sea after Balor's death at the Battle of Mag Turied."

"I've heard of Balor," said Abigail. "He had the evil eye. It could curse anyone who saw it. He was a terrible ruler."

"But what's this about the sea?" Master Hayward asked. "Why would this be here if they were driven into the sea."

I looked up at the sky. The swirl of colors that were like... currents. Different hues of water that we were beneath. "Well, Master, the Sea is symbolic with the Abyss. The unknown. Death. It's from their black deeps that monster rise."

"It's beyond the pale," Marsha said, staring at the stele.

"This is definitely a place of immoral and disgusting acts," Sister Martha Ruth agreed. The Maid-Nun flicked her eyes around. "A place of complete moral bankruptcy. The Fomorians are just another name for the fallen angels, the Grigori, who were thrown into the abyss for meddling with mankind."

"I suppose you could say that," said Marsha. "But I mean in a literal sense. We are beyond the pale. That's what the English called the wall that marked the king's territory. The pales. Another name for a hay. And the biggest pale was the one used to demarcate what was the Kingdom of England's land in Ireland and what wasn't. What was Beyond the Pale was the rest of Ireland, and here we are beyond the spiritual pale in a literal place of chaos and death. The place where the Fomorians were banished by the Tuatha de Danaan. And they were, in a way, banished by Christianity, in turn."

"This is where faith drove us," said Cali. "Faith in reason and not myth. The world changed. Beliefs changed. We were trapped here. All of us forced together, killing each other, feasting, accumulating power to return, but..."

"You made a deal with Master Lance's ancestor and made the Hayward," said Abigail.

"I betrayed everyone." Cali looked away from the stele. From us.

"Why?" Master Hayward asked.

"That's not in my contract, Master." She walked toward a trail that led deeper into the foothills. "Your mother is still alive. We are getting closer."

Master Hayward did not look happy. I glanced at Marsha, Abigail, and Sister Martha Ruth. They had the same unease. We had to figure out who Cali was. Was she someone in mythology? What did she truly want? Why did she betray her people?

What were her goals?

Lance Hayward

How much control did I have over Cali?

That question worried me as she waited by the trail. Just what was this deal my ancestor had made that I was now bound by? I stared at her, but I couldn't get her motivations. She had a streak of heartlessness to her. She did not care about much.

That was worrying. She was my guide, and I was realizing more and more I didn't know what motivated her. How much could I depend on her? Just how tightly bound was she to me? And did she harbor any resentment?

Fuck.

"Let's move," I growled. "Come on. We came here for a reason."

The maids nodded. Nancy sprang into the lead with her Slut-Maids. The concubine maids formed up the flanks and rear around myself, Cali, and the other more vulnerable maids. We entered the stony hills, looking for dangers.

Crystals jutted out of the ground here of various hues. They were large, forming almost trees, or those cacti in Arizona that grew big and tall. The saguaro. They gleamed in strange ways, catching light in the parts that were shadowed. They erupted out of the earth, thrusting up through cracks in boulders or seams between layers.

The hills grew more and more rugged until we ended up in a canyon that reared above us, the ground piled upon itself in strange layers. Some looked like earth, but others were flesh that oozed a black liquid that trickled down the mountain. The flesh grew more diseased with ulcerated wounds dripped milky-yellow pus. The air grew foul.

From those pus-filled "caves," figures emerged, their heads smeared in blood. They stood half my height, their bodies slender and bony. They bounded forward with swords of bone. They gibbered as they descended upon us.

The flaming whips from Aunt Nancy and her girls lashed out. The fire struck the disgusting things, roasting their bodies. They erupted like they were made of dry tinder, screaming as they rushed at us with mur*er in their hearts.

My golden power became a spear I thrust between Deidre and Alice, spearing one of the little fuckers.

"For Master Hayward!" shouted around me.

The Concubine-Maids formed swords that cut the little monsters in half, cutting off their gibbering shouts that echoed through the mountains. Blasts of water room Kylie and her girls threw others back while blades of wind cut the stickmen in half.

"I think they're red caps," Marsha said before she sent a whirring chakram of air that sliced one in half. "Scottish fey that lurk on battlefields."

"Doesn't matter," I growled. "Keep moving forward. Burn us a path, Aunt Nancy!"

"Yes, Master!" she cried and slashed her flaming whip before her.

She struck two of them, setting them on fire. The other Slut-Maids did the same. Burning red caps gibbered before us, screaming as they burned while still trying to rush at us. Ms. Docea and Sister Martha Ruth whirled their hands and sent a tornado rushing ahead that flung more of them to the side. They struck the dies of the wall, their little bodies breaking.

The way was cleared. The harem charged forward. Angela ran at my side while Cali someone just strode unconcerned. She never once used her powers to protect us. She just guided us down the path. We moved through the canyon.

"Fire a blast of air behind us!" cried Mrs. Kenning.

"Right!" Ms. Docea shouted.

Ms. Docea and her three Scholar-Maids all turned and thrust their hands out together. A mighty wind howled out behind us and slammed into the horde chasing us. The little fuckers were thrown back, slamming into each other, snapping their slender limbs and dashing them against the cliff walls.

We moved through the canyon faster, killing them and fighting clear. The canyon wound around before it suddenly opened wide into a large space. A bowl in the canyon with obsidian walls looming around it. A perfect circle.

Unnatural.

At the far end, my mother was chained to the wall. She was shackled in place. She was stuck there. Hope surged through me. A smiled at the sight of her. I darted forward to push past Aunt Nancy and her maids screening us.

Cali grabbed my hand. "We should not have come here, Master. We have walked into her power."

Darkness engulfed us.

Bella Hayward

She walked down the hallway. Four days since they had left. It was getting unbearable. She paused, feeling the Gizzamuluke's eyes on her. They glowed green. The figure pressed against the painting for a moment, the canvas bowing outward.

It was daylight. What was it doing?

"He's not here to protect you," the thing whispered in my mind. "And I can smell that whelp in your womb. I know he'll be sweet."

A stone dagger appeared in my hands. "Try it! I'll cut off your balls and shove them down your throat."

He laughed, his eyes glowing brighter. "Soon."
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