The days blurred into a dangerous routine after that guest-room breeding.

James threw himself into “making up for lost time”—morning cuddles, evening walks in the courtyard, late-night sex where he’d whisper how much he loved her, how perfect she felt. Sophia let him—smiling, moaning, kissing back—while Victor’s cum from the previous night (or that very morning) still leaked slowly from her swollen cunt. Every time James entered her, he unknowingly pushed his father’s seed deeper, mixing with his own in a filthy cocktail she could feel coating her womb.