A Song of Sanadal, Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Song of Sanadal, Chapter 1

... puckered anuses, and her vagina had certainly met the products of the rectum, when soiled cocks switched from her ass, or other girls' asses to her pink tight pussy, a maneuver loved by Zendar, but she hadn't yet reached the depths of depravity. Her father was pleased by that, as he liked his girl to be innocent, as innocent a Sanadalian woman could be. Zendar, since the moment his wife had passed away several years ago, had known that the freckled girl with the captivating eyes would be his life partner when she became a bit older and could withstand the demands he would make to her. Of course he partook in the orgies and debaucheries that every healthy Sanadalian citizen partook, but he refrained from the established custom of remarrying and acquiring concubines. He wanted to save himself for his girl and he was rewarded, richly rewarded indeed. Incest was indeed encouraged in Sanadal, as in the whole Atanic empire that Sanadal was a part, its most shining southern jewel, and Zendar wanted nothing more than his daughter producing him a heir. The law proclaimed that children born of incestuous unions, whether the parents were married or not, were trueborn, deserving the full rights of inheritance. Children born out of wedlock and not in incest, but with the father recognizing the child, were considered legitimate, with partial rights of inheritance. Finally, bastard children, unrecognized by their fathers, were excluded from every inheritance, though usually they were ...

... raised with attention by their mothers' families, usually occupying household positions in their adult life. Alas, as everyone knew procreation was difficult and rare, and despite all the hundreds of intercourses an adult person, especial if Atanic or even better Sanadalian,would find herself partaking within a year, pregnancies could prove elusive. He had ejaculated in his daughter countless times, and noble men and youngsters, prepared to acknowledge the child or weave that right to Zendar had done the same, but still Ria hadn't been blessed with a child. The night was slowly approaching. People were walking in the wide streets of the city, naked or half naked, dressed at most in see-through fabrics and jewelry, as Sanadal was a city next to a desert, but with a cool northern wind usually moderating the desert heat. Most of the Sanadalians themselves were people of fair complexion, offspring of northern conquerors, though there were a number of darker skinned citizens, with bronze skin alike to their Hultani neighbors. Zendar could hear from the next terrace, the Ranoc household, cries of ecstasy echoing in the autumn air, as Agala, the beautiful, slim but buxom daughter of the house was being doubly penetrated by her father, the upright Donzal and her dashing brother Jenon. She had given birth to a legitimatized child, from a father from another house, a few years ago, just as she had come of age, but later she had decided together with her family to doubly marry her father and ...