The Heir of the Lynch Throne

I’ve always been fascinated by the rivers that run through our kingdom. The legends and stories tell us that the water is the blood of the gods, that dripped down from the heavens when they were slain by a vindictive titan. Their names were forgotten long ago, but they still bless us with their gore. The plants, the people, the animals have all been blessed by their sacrifice. Our society turned to newer gods, these were stronger, faster and more merciful. We still paid tribute to them at the end of the harvesting period, but we stopped after my father’s decree.

It was the middle of the summer. My brothers and I woke up early so we would have plenty of time to spend. We slipped out of the castle and went to “Lake Fallen”. We took off our clothes, and dove right into the waters. I remember I didn’t want to  go in, it was cold. But Jakh pushed me in. I screamed at him, but he said I was gonna get used to it. He said he did that so I wouldn’t lose the fun. He messed up my hair smiling, and went to the deep part of the lake with the older guys.

That was the last time I ever spoke to him. For some unknown reason, when Jakh dived, he never returned to the surface. We never even found his body. He was now at the bottom of the lake, probably colder than I thought the waters were. He was an excellent swimmer, we have no idea what happened. We went there every summer, and now my brother was forced to spend eternity in it. 

He was the oldest, and thus, the heir of the throne. When our father, the king, heard the news, he fell into a depression. Fathers aren’t really supposed to have favorites, but a king is. He raised Jakh to become the next monarch, he raised his son to be like him. So he lost a part of who he was, and nothing and no one could console him.

One night, he left his royal chambers to spend a night at the library. He found what he was looking for hidden away at the back of the room: A book of black magic.

Just like his son dove into the river to never come back, the king dove completely into his studies and never was the same afterwards. He had convinced himself to bring Jakh back, no matter the cost. There were sorcerers and witches across the kingdom who were more than happy to teach my father the ancient art of the arcane in exchange for unused lands, which my father had plenty of. 

He started his initiation in the dark arts under the guidance of them, always doing exactly as he was told. He began to make sacrifices to Khyon, the Viper, the god of bewitchment, night, and death. The king started small, with a few rats. Then, a black cat, then an owl. “The sacrifices have to be bigger than the last one, as Khyon hunger of souls grows, and thirst for blood increases”, according to one of the Witches my father regularly saw. He became unstoppable. With his now found powers, and new understanding of what was once unknown, the king was ready for the ultimate sacrifice. A human. Trading a soul for a soul, my father was going to bring my brother back from the realm of the dead, and fill his place with another poor soul.

And he chose me. His own son. The king, in his desperation and grief, was way too corrupted to remember what it was like to love someone other than Jakh. And I was the youngest out of 6. When the King dies, the throne would go to the oldest, and the lands to the others. I would be left with nothing. So, logically speaking, I was less worthy of my life than my brother, who had a right to the Lynch Throne. The incantation of Resurrection asked specifically for the blood and soul of a virgin and close family member. And apparently I was the perfect choice.

It was night. I woke up on my back tied to a round table. My wrists and ankles were bound by ropes, and I was naked. Looking around, I saw a completely dark room lit only by the hundreds of candles decorating the room. I tried to get free from my restraints but they would not budge. There was a big round window at the ceiling, showing a sky full of stars. The lighting of the full moon shone across my naked body, as it passed though the window. I tried to get free again, but I was not strong enough. At that point, I was terrified. I closed my eyes and prayed. To the new gods, to the old gods, to the forgotten ones. I begged for mercy, I begged for a way out. But the gods were as silent as my brother, who lieth at the bottom of a lake.

Suddenly, the King, my father, entered the room with two other people. They all wore crimson robes, and looked like the grim reaper, with a hood covering their heads. I relaxed as I saw my father. He surely was going to save me from whomever put me into this position. I didn’t know about his witchcraft corruption yet, to the royal family and the kingdom he behaved normally, apart from the grieving. No one knew about his escapades at night. 

“Dad! What is happening? Help me!”

He ignored me as he made his way across the room to the table. His accomplices also gathered around it, and stood in a triangle , with me tied in the middle.

“At the beginning of time, the gods created the world” - His voice sounded deeper than usual, I almost didn’t recognize it. - “They elected a king to rule over the gods and the mortals: Azhtl, the fallen. That god was not worthy of his throne. He was the youngest of his brothers, he had no right. Khyon, blessed be my Lord, was the rightful king. Azhtl was weak, he listened to his subjects and was thus dominated and controlled by them. Khyon, the Viper, then slayed Azhtl, his own flesh in the name of the greater good. A strong ruler should be sovereign. Azhtl blood dripped from the sky and took my own son, just like he took my Lord’s throne. I, like my Master, was affected by Azhtl’s reign of horror. He took my son, and now I’m taking his life back.”

I was in horror as they started chanting and vocalizing in an unknown language. I now knew it was a man and a woman with my father. As they sang, each one of them took a vase from the floor and opened them. The man and the woman then lifted them above their heads and knelt down. The King opened his vase, and inserted his fingers into the opening. When he took it out, it was red.

“It’s rabbit blood. Stay still while I apply it on you”

He smeared the blood in my forehead, then on my cheeks. I moved my head to the side with disgust, but he grabbed my neck and forced me to look up. The man and the woman stood up and started to smear the substances from their vases onto my body. The man started to spread gooey white substance on my dick, while the woman spread a green liquid on my ass.

“What’s happening, Dad?”

“It’s lion’s cum and viper venom. The venom lubricates and serves as a  aphrodisiac”

“What do you want? Please, let me go”

My father just ignored me and continued to spread the rabbit blood on my chest. Then he stopped, took a step back, lifted his arms, and looked to the night sky.

“Oh Khyon, god of the night, magic, and death! King of Kings, be present upon us! Bless the womb of my own flesh and blood, and feed upon his spirit! We, as your loyal subjects, gather in this ritual for your power of shadows. The Resurrection Incantation is our goal, so trade life for life. Feast on the blood of this slut, and fill my fist-born with his life! 

It was only then I noticed the light coming from the window. It wasn’t white as before. The moon had turned red, and the rays as well. My father shouted his prayer to the skies while the man and woman started chanting again.

The woman took out a gag and started to tie it onto my mouth. I pleaded with my dad, but he didn’t listen and when it was done, I could only groan and await my destiny.

My father dropped his robe. He was nude beneath it. I screamed as I understood what was about to happen and tried to break free from the ropes, but I couldn’t. He took some venom from the woman’s vase and smeared onto his dick. It started to get hard, and when he was right before my bare ass, it had sprung into its full 7 inch glory. He lined it with my asshole and pushed it.

I screamed. And I continued screaming. Part from pain and part from wanting to be heard by someone. I knew we weren’t in the castle, because they weren’t even worried about the sound they made as they chanted. My father didn’t even worry about my confort, he pushed till his balls pressed against my ass. And I groaned as he started to draw back. His penis was almost out of my ass when he started pushing again. I bit down hard on the gag, his dick was way too thick. I tried to scream for my dad to stop, but I couldn’t. So, he increased his pace.

At that point, the Viper’s venom started to kick in. My asshole relaxed and I could actually feel pleasure every time my dad pushed to the hilt and pressed my prostate.

The man also dropped his robe. He had a nice dick, probably 6 inches but not as girthy as my father. He walked to the round table, and took the gag off of my mouth. He placed his hard dick onto my mouth, but didn’t push it in. Now the venom had really kicked in, and I realized that the stimulation from only my dad pounding my ass, while amazing, wasn’t enough. 

I started to lick it. It tasted so good! The man was already dripping tons of precum, and I happily drank it. It was bitter but also sweet. The perfect combination. I licked the shaft, and the head. And buried my nose in his balls. They smelled so good. I took one in my mouth and moaned as my father started to increase his pace yet again. With every thrust, my prostate almost hurt from the stimulation. My cock was now stone hard, and I realized I desperately needed to cum. Or at least masturbate. I felt so desperate that I tried to beg for them to pleasure me, but then the man pushed his dick into my mouth, shutting me up. I decided to change my attention to his dick. I hoped it would stop my cock from throbbing.

I sucked up and down his shaft, altering my speed with every movement. I would first go slow, really feeling his dick in my lips and then go super fast to get to taste more of his sweet precum. I took his cock out of my mouth, and licked his balls again. The man moaned when I gently bit on the sack skin.

The woman had also taken her robe off, her breasts glimmering with the red light. But instead of joining the fuck, she took a book, opened it and started intoning over and over the same words.

“Am’xliv erh higec irh xl’mw hiwxmrc”

By now my father was clearly close. He kept grunting and moaning and increasing his speed. I could feel his dick growing in my asshole, and I desperately needed his cum. I wanted him to release inside me, I needed my own father to make me his. To drop his seed deep inside my guts.

The man started to face fuck me, inserting his dick deep into my throat. I gagged as I felt him push it into my tonsils, and I felt like I was going to vomit, but he pulled out. Then, he repeated the process until my throat was used to the feeling of having his cock inside me. He continued to abuse my mouth while my father abused my manhole. I was in pure bliss!

Then I felt a hand grab my dick. I looked down, and saw that my father was jerking me off in the same rhythm of his fucking. I was so grateful! The sensations made me dizzy, it felt so great to be used by these men as they wished. The king increased his pace both with his hips and with his hand. I was almost screaming from the pleasure. My dick felt like it was burning, I could feel my cum pushing its way through my urethra. And I could feel my insides being turned into a pulp as my father jack hammered my prostate with his big hard cock.

I came, and came and came. I had never felt such a powerful orgasm. My body started to shake from the sensations. My cum completely filled my hairy chest. I tasted the man’s sweet semen as he cummed deep inside my throat and felt my hole warm up as my own father pumped in the very same liquid that made me. He continued to fuck my ass until the last drop of semen had left his penis. He then took his dick out. I felt the cold air entering my destroyed hole making me shiver, but I was in heaven.

“Semen is the origin of life. But death is necessary for life to be born. Just like there wouldn’t be day without night, there wouldn’t be a world without my Lord, Khyon, god of the darkness. So, my master, change life to death and death to life. Feast on this slut’s blood and fill Jakh’s lungs with your holy life”

He went to his robe and took something out, while the man adjusted the gag to my mouth again. But that didn’t stop me from screaming at the top of my lungs when I saw what my father took from his vestments. A dagger. I might have admired it for its beauty: jade blade and a ruby at the hilt, if I didn’t understand what it represented.

My father approached me as I desperately used all my force against the ropes that kept me in this nightmare, but it was in vain. He touched my cum filled abdomen and closed his eyes. He whispered a prayer.

“Onacrurin cqrb fxvk, uxam T’qhxw”

Immediately, I felt something growing inside of me. I screamed in pain as my newly-created womb compressed my other organs. I felt like I was going to pee, as It pressed my Bladder and I felt like I was going to throw up as it expanded toward my stomach. I breathed fast and started to sweat. I screamed to my father to do something and save me from the pain, but he couldn’t understand me through the gag. But I knew that even if he did, he wouldn’t do anything. For my father, I wasn’t his son anymore. I was his subject and he was my King. I had to fulfill his desires.

The “baby” couldn’t expand anymore into my organs, so it expanded outwards. My belly started to inflate and it looked like I was already 9 months pregnant. But it kept expanding, and expanding. And when I thought it might be too much to bear, my father quickly took his dagger and stabbed it right into my heart. I screamed in pain and horror as I tried to grasp my life going away at the tip of my fingers. My eyes started to close and I pulled at the ropes that bound me one last time. My eyes were shut, and my soul left my body to reunite with my ancestors at the other-world. All my pain was gone and my spirit reached toward the sky.

I was dead, but my cadaver’s tummy continued to expand as “it” grew more and more. My father and his accomplices chanted and prayed for their god to bring Jakh to life, to have his body transported inside my corpse. It continued to expand and expand until the elasticity of the skin was weaker than the force exerted by “Jakh”. It ripped the skin in two, but even after “it” was out, it continued to grow.

That was when my father knew he had screwed up. Because what was inside my ripped stomach wasn’t his first-born. It was a monster. It looked like a bear, but had tentacles, and teeth everywhere. It exhaled a putrid smell, and made everyone in the room cough. The man and woman prostrated themselves to the creature. My father did not.

“Khyon, my Lord, what’s happening?”

The creature spoke to the King in a deep voice, but his mouth movements didn’t correspond to the words said. 

“I am Khyon, god of magic, night, and death! I am the end of this world, for I am the King of Kings! My reign of darkness shall last forever!”

“I don’t understand, my Savior. I prayed for the resurrection of my son. I traded life for life, as the Incantation demanded. Where is my first-born?”

“Stupid and Entitled creature. Why did you think I would abide by your request? For my will and only it is supreme. You are my subject. And you did your job well.”

My father's accomplices quickly ran towards him before he could react. The man held my father in place, while the woman took the dagger out of my unbeating heart and held it against the King’s neck.

“What’s happening, my Lord? I did what was asked of me, I fulfilled the Resurrection incantation, I did as the Dark Book said!”

“I changed the incantation instructions in that book through one of my subjects. You did the Unbinding Incantation instead”

The creature stepped out of my corpse and moved towards my father. It continued to grow as it moved, and it was clear he wasn’t going to stop now.

“When I slayed Azhtl on his throne, I was only doing what I had a right to do. I am the first-born of the gods, I should be King! I had a right to that power, but the other divinities didn’t think as much. They trapped my spirit beneath the waters of the Fallen Lake. I was there for millennia! Me! The King of Kings, Lord of the night enslaved like a criminal for something I had a right to do! I used my power to pull your son to the bottom of the lake. And your incantation unbounded the god’s curse. Now, I’m free to reclaim the throne that is rightfully mine.”

“You used me! And you killed my heir! What the fuck did you do?”

“I did what I had to do to be free. And I thank you for your service.”

Hearing these words, the woman used the dagger to slash the King's throat from ear to ear. His blood dripped down the floor, and he screamed from the pain. He fell forwards, and was dead even before he hit the floor. But his soul didn’t reunite with his ancestors and with me. It went to a dark place. His spirit was imprisoned under Fallen Lake.

The woman and the man prostrated themselves to the God of Night, and he let out an evil laugh. He was as big as the room now, and his wings destroyed the ceiling. Khyon took flight towards the moon, the stars, and his Throne.