Master Candor became very aware of the abundance of women one day. He talked long and hard with Eva, who could understand him quite well. She, too, was fed up with the sexual glut and brought the insemination program into more sober channels, trying to convince as many women as possible to accept an anonymous sperm donation. The previously salacious sperm collections and copulation on the examination table became less frequent.
(She hesitantly and gradually stopped fucking her husbands to copulate with them for her own pleasure, also because she had a guilty conscience towards Erich and Candor, to whom she never confessed the fact that she had secretly fucked several hundred husbands. Just because it often excited the hell out of her to examine the couples' pussies and cocks. Not a single wife objected when the doctor greedily masturbated her husband's cock stiff before fucking him. Eva only allowed the husbands to enter from behind under her doctor's gown. She allowed as little of her nudity to be exposed as possible and her fingers went immediately to her clit. No woman or man was ever allowed to see her masturbating. She always orgasmed very soon and then spread her ass cheeks with both hands under her doctor's gown. She made her cunt wide and soft and squeezed the cock rhythmically with her vagina as the guy squirted inside her vagina. She turned around without ever hugging a husband and looked triumphantly and very proudly into his wife's eyes. She had satisfied her needs and resumed her work.)
When she discovered a particularly attractive or erotically appealing girl who, according to the questionnaire and initial interview, would like to be mated after the procedure, she offered it to the master. He was very happy to take one of these beautiful creatures two or three times a month, and that was enough variety for him.
Eva always sensed the king's nervousness when she herself did not feel like having sex for a variety of reasons. She brought her servant maid back into the game and encouraged them both with only initial mental influence, they all three wanted it after all. Erich and the servant maid were connected by a strong sexual attraction as they spent the whole evening and half the night in passionate fucking. Eva mostly remained a spectator and took care that the servant also found fulfillment. However, when lust sprouted in her, she actively participated in the ménage–à–trois, surprising Erich and the servant alike. When they had exhausted themselves and left, she would caress herself for a long time before doing it: once, twice, and falling asleep right after. This was very private for her and she continued to hide it from Erich. Step by step, Eva lifted the oblivion and was able to convince both of them that she was wholeheartedly in favor of them fucking passionately. She often discussed it with Erich in the beginning until he was convinced. She was quite open and honest with him, there were just sometimes days when she didn't want to force herself to have sex and she was grateful that he was enjoying himself with the servant.
Eva had become pregnant for the third time and was looking forward to the child with Candor and the king. When she was expecting the second child, Prince Francis, she had to explain the process in great detail to four‐year‐old Karl Ludwig, who was almost five. The prince was incredibly docile and she had to take off her panties and explain to him in great detail, based on her own cunt, what was used for what and how the baby entered her body through the semen. He desperately wanted to understand the whole coitus and her explanations were obviously not enough. Without further ado, she sat down at the big screen and they watched a video together where he could see the whole copulation process from start to finish. She stopped the video at a certain point and explained to him that now the semen was spurting out of the penis into the vagina. She explained everything in detail and when he asked further that he was too young for it now, maybe at 14 or 15, it would be okay. They watched another video about the birth. Karl Ludwig was very impressed and stroked her fat belly, now he knew and didn't have to pay attention to the silly stories of the governess. Eva took it upon herself to have a serious word with the otherwise excellent person.
The third child will be a girl, Eva told Candor, and she, as the mother, would have to suggest a name, wavering from Anastasia to Sophie and Zita. She racked her brains until Candor, full of grim despair, interjected, why not Maria Theresa, the most important Empress of the old monarchy? Eva took his joking suggestion seriously and read everything that had ever been written about this outstanding empress. She was able to convince Erich of her choice after telling him all about her. Erich sighed, for he had preferred to fiddle with Charlotte's cunt under her skirt during her history lessons and, of course, had not paid attention when she recited the material in a halting voice that giggled with sexual excitement.
Charlotte, despite her 35 years, had never had sex and had only touched her clit tentatively and hesitantly, but had never seriously satisfied herself. The young prince, however, not only touched her clit, he made her climax often and frequently during class. Thus she learned what she absolutely had to do after night prayer and after going to bed. She let the prince to fuck her without any resistance when he demanded to copulate with her. The defloration stung just a little and she gave herself whenever he demanded it, although she did not get much aroused in the fucking process, only a little bit. Doing it to herself when he was present was unthinkable to her, even though he kept suggesting it.
Eva had no complications in this birth either and Candor was mentally by her side, every minute holding her hand to assist her in the difficult hour. Immediately after the birth they examined the child together, it was as completely healthy girl as her two brothers. Candor detached himself from her with a heartfelt kiss as King Erich and the two princes were let in. Candor blurted out a hair and bit his tongue, thoughtfully stroking Roxane's beautifully curved hips and kissing her. It was a pity they didn't have a child together, he said regretfully. It may yet come, Roxane said with shining eyes. He nodded in affirmation, though he knew better. He steered the conversation to Marco, who had graduated from high school with honors last year and was now studying "something with computers," neither of them quite understanding. "He's sowed his wild oats, anyway," Roxane said, because Marco had fewer lady visits than before, his friendships very seldom lasting longer than two afternoons. Candor said that he wished with all his heart for the boy to find the woman of his life someday, just as he had met Elaine. A tick too late, he added, "and you!" but Roxane had already turned to the wall and wrapped herself defensively in her blanket. "Tomorrow I may go to breakfast with Rüdiger," she muttered bitterly, though she usually said "to Dina" and had certainly not slept with Rüdiger and Dina for more than half a year.
Dina had been waiting a very long time to finally get pregnant and have a child. At Candor's request, Eva examined her from a distance and said she was perfectly healthy and clearly capable of conceiving. Rüdiger, as far as she could determine in this remote mental diagnosis, was also completely healthy, but his semen could not be assessed in this way. Candor had to let Eva show him in great detail how to orient himself in the abdomen of a woman and how he could find the fallopian tube and the ovaries. He studied Eva's abdomen very carefully and after many exercises he found his way around. Eva taught him what was important in assessing the fallopian tubes and ovaries. Together with Eva, he checked Dina's abdomen daily, and when an egg had matured and ovulation was imminent, he manipulated the Baron's spirit to mount Dina immediately. However, Dina simply did not become pregnant. "Insemination program?" asked Eva, but he couldn't make up his mind. He couldn't just foist his semen on his friend and comrade‐in‐arms without a second thought!
He confessed to Eva (who of course already knew) that he had slept with Dina after Rüdiger had slept with Roxane. And that Roxane was thrilled by the baron's cock and kept seeking him out. He lowered his head and she sensed how difficult it was for him to confide these secrets to her. She gave herself a jolt and told him frankly about her servant maid Nima and King Erich. He did not know the girl. Then she told him that initially only she had benefited from the girl's undeniable glibness with her tongue and that her husband had joined her only later. How strong her husband's sexual attraction was to the dark‐skinned beauty and that she had already had two miscarriages. He looked at her startled, but she shook her head, saying she had no influence on that. She had discussed it with Erich for a long time, how he felt about a mixed‐race bastard, and was happy with his reaction, because he would love it as much as the other bastards.
Since they had talked it out and he only participated in the insemination program on a case‐by‐case basis, the bond between Eva and the master was even better, even more intimate than before. Since his 70th birthday, death had been his daily visitor. He was not at all depressed, he only thought daily that sometime soon he would die a second time, but this time for good. Eva had checked him out immediately and found nothing threatening. A seventy‐year‐old with the amazing loin strength of a forty‐year‐old with respect to his cock and testicles. With his loin strength, he pleased her as much as Roxane, who experienced the slackening of loin strength in Rüdiger rather than in him. The master smiled mysteriously when Roxane brought it up shaking her head, knowing from her friends that their husbands had long since stopped being able to. He smiled and murmured that it was only magic and not a miracle, and that he was very, very glad of this magic. She gave him an affectionate pat, for she loved his loin strength, she loved being taken by him.
Eva was reassured, he was in great health and was only thinking about his future. He had talked at length with Eva, and also Roxane and Marco, about his will, and had also told them truthfully, in broad outline, about his fortune. Roxane and Marco would inherit him in equal shares, this was notarized and certified. Eva herself was financially very well secured with her secret accounts and as wife of the king anyway. He had discarded the idea of considering Roxane's kinship, that was for Roxane to decide for herself, but he never approached her about it.
Roxane visited Rüdiger and Dina at different intervals. She and the master slept together almost daily, and she was actually very fulfilled. Actually, yes, but sometimes she was tempted by Dina, sometimes she was just horny for the rustic and very powerful way Rüdiger took her. Rüdiger was at his best when he could watch Dina, there was no stopping him! Once the thought shot through her mind, namely that in all these years she had only rarely seen the Baron sleeping with Dina – she spoke to Dina about it and she said they had each other every day, taking Roxane was something special, at least for Rüdiger. The two women decided to share the baron sisterly, no matter what he thought. Roxane breathed a sigh of relief, for this united the women even more.
Eva's servant Nima, the one with the beautifully rounded bottom, was able to carry King Erich's child at the third attempt and gave birth to a handsome, healthy boy. His skin color was more white than black, and you had to look very closely to see his African roots. King Erich took him in his arms and hugged him, then kissed the servant Nima and suggested that the boy be named Orlando. He gave orders for the birth and his paternity to be officially registered, although the court was later overflowing with all sorts of whispers – no one had known about this morganatic connection. Princess Eve de Tourneville, after the king, was also allowed to hold the child and kissed it, then turned to the court and announced that Orlando would grow up together with his half‐siblings.
The years flowed quietly. Marco had formed a shared apartment near the institute with a friend and a mutual girlfriend. The horny girlfriend, herself a computer specialist, they actually had in common, sometimes she slept with one or the other, sometimes they both slept with the girl. Since there was no more banging and courting, all three of them could concentrate on their studies and their projects.
Roxane had taken in a 15‐year‐old orphan girl of Asian descent and cared for Mia the way she had cared for Marco. After some time she and the Master had given up on the birthday gift girls, Roxane was plagued by arthritis and it became increasingly painful for her to sleep with the Master or Rudiger. It was certainly only unconsciously and without any particular intention to take in Mia in particular. But she had sensed at first sight the innocent–erotic charisma of the girl and made her decision not only with her big heart, but also with her throbbing loins. She did not know that Mia had already slept with several boys, but she did not seduce her until a few weeks later.
The Master agreed with Roxane's decision; he had detected in Mia's mind only childlike innocence, purity, and a decent nature. Of course, just like Roxane, he had discovered the girl's unbridled sexuality. Besides, Mia was already top of the class after the school year and liked studying very, very hard. That Mia had already had some brief sexual experiences spoke well for her, since most girls her age had already slept with many more boys than she had. They grew very intimate together that first year, and it didn't bother him that Mia watched him and Roxane make love through the crack in the door and then indulge in their lust.
It didn't surprise him when Roxane whispered to him one evening that she had seduced Mia in the afternoon. He smiled and said she was welcome to take Mia to her marital bed; after all, he liked to watch, too. Although Roxane agreed affirmatively, it took several days before she nervously and awkwardly took Mia to her bedroom. Mia was slim, had small breasts with dark nipples and black pubic hair. She had tied her straight, pitch‐black hair into a ponytail, emphasizing the roundness of her face, her black eyes hidden deep in an almond‐shaped slit. The master looked into her private parts and found that Mia's fallopian tubes were quite clotted. She was only partially able to conceive.
His wife and the 15‐year‐old girl made love shyly and timidly, but he did not interfere and embraced them both very affectionately after they had exhausted themselves. When Mia had gone to her room, Roxane rode him with passion. They both smiled when she said that Mia had been secretly blinking at his hard‐on the whole time. It was another week before Roxane took Mia's hand and let her touch the hard‐on. "I already know how to do it" Mia whispered and started the handjob. Roxane stopped her little hand and said that he didn't like it that much.
Mia stroked his genitals indecisively and looked questioningly at Roxane. The latter smiled, sat on Candor and inserted his privates inside her, then rode him despite aching joints. She guided Mia's hand to her clit and let herself be released long before he poured out. Mia learned thus, how Roxane and the Master made love. A few days later, Roxane nudged Mia to do it today. The girl approached the master uncertainly, but when he smiled encouragingly, she sat on him and slowly and carefully guided his genital into her sex. Then she embraced him lovingly and rode him, but only with her deftly rotating abdomen. He was amazed, because Mia was one of the few women whose clit did not need to be rubbed, the climax came to her automatically every time during a long intercourse.
The three of them now had sex every day, and when Roxane's medicine worked well, she was as active as ever. Otherwise, Mia's activity was in demand; she loved the passive Roxane and Candor, laughing heartily at each squirting and hugging them both before she went to sleep. Only once did she make a remark about Candor's age, how good and firm his cock was, although the wrinkles of age had already dug into his face. He said with a smile that he would prefer it that way, the wrinkles on his face and not on his privates. They all three laughed and then Mia made a pass at his wrinkled sex.
Roxane visited Dina and Rüdiger only rarely, Dina wanted a child so much and Rüdiger's loins became more and more weak. Candor listened carefully and also took seriously her guilt that she was stealing Rüdiger's seed from Dina. One day, when the Baron was away on business, he went resolutely to his apartment at noon. Before knocking, he looked into Dina's mind; she was in the midst of her lust. She opened the door with a flushed face, sweaty and slightly breathless in a silk bathrobe. She invited him in and they gave each other a cheek kiss according to country custom. Her bathrobe fell apart gaping, revealing her beautiful, naked body. She unexpectedly embraced him, pressed her naked body very tightly against him and held him for what seemed like an eternity, then whispered in his ear, did he want her? "Of course," he said, and they made love in her bedroom bed. Afterward, they lay relaxed next to each other and smoked. He knew how much she wanted a child and it might be good if she went to see the doctor, the princess, she could definitely help. Dina nodded in the affirmative, she had already thought of it. They arranged to meet the next day and he left.
He went to see and fuck her every noon for five weeks and persistently asked if she had spoken to the princess yet. She nodded each time and promised, tomorrow! Then the Baron's out‐of‐town project was finished and he did not go further to Dina because of his return. Already three days later Eva asked him, "the Baroness von Stetten, that is your Dina, isn't she?", although she knew it of course. He answered in the affirmative and she told him that she had come to her for a fertilization. She was blindsided when Eva told her that she didn't need it, that she was already pregnant! He lowered his head and Eva read his mind. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know that!" He broke the long silence, "It doesn't make any difference, it would be my seed either way!" She jokingly threatened with a finger, wondering if that was the right attitude to work time, then they both laughed before making love. He visited Dina during a break and congratulated her on her pregnancy. They discussed whether Rüdiger should know the truth, but they both felt that he probably wouldn't take it well. Dina would tell him the happy news in the next few days and she never wanted to talk about it again.
Ruediger came into his office all excited that Dina was finally pregnant! Candor congratulated him and served the finest cognac. He listened to the excited friend and after the fourth cognac sent him home, to Dina. He worked diligently on the greening project and almost had the French on the hook, writing and phoning them tirelessly. About a week later, Rüdiger came back to his office, closed the door carefully and sat down. "Master," he began, "a delicate, private matter!" and thought long before continuing. No, everything was fine with Dina and the baby, he defended. Candor refrained from mentally probing him, a normal conversation was just fine too. "Ever since Dina got pregnant, she's had an incredible appetite" said the Baron with a contrite look on his face. "So what," Candor asked sanctimoniously, "is your refrigerator empty?" The Baron was in no mood to joke. "Sexual appetite," he continued, "she wants it so often that I'm already coming along on my toes." He looked directly into the eyes of his friend, who by now regretted his joking tone and waited patiently. "Damn it, Candor, I'm almost sixty already, it's easy to run out of breath!" said Rüdiger, falling silent to formulate. "I know from Roxane that you are good in bed and still bring it with ease." "Ah, private conversation?" jokingly interjected the master, who didn't mind the problem as well as the solution.
"I'm quite serious," said Rüdiger and continued, "when your wife needed me, I was always at her service, at least in the past. Now it needs my wife, whom I love very much and for whom I would do anything!" In the long silence, the master murmured, "Manus manum lavat." Rudiger looked questioningly, not understanding it acoustically, and he rebuffed, just a stupid saying from the ancient Romans, then repeated it in Latin and German, although he knew that Rudiger understood Latin, of course. "I ask you as my friend, who owes me nothing, if you would be willing? As a friendship service, even if it sounds completely weird?" Candor held out his hand for him to shake, "Yes, of course, we are friends after all!"
Ruediger hadn't talked to Dina about it yet, they made a rather practical plan and discussed the details. Another handshake and Rüdiger hugged his friend. "Wife swapping yes, cuddling no!" grumbled the master, patting his friend on the back. "I don't want to be considered too homophobic, but I don't cuddle with men!" They laughed merrily and the shadows were gone from Rudiger's face.
In the afternoon Candor went to see Dina, who was really blossoming with each passing day, showing him everything she had learned and been through in her eventful life. He kept wondering if she was the best sex partner he had ever had, she was certainly one of the best. That he could not go all out, she understood immediately, he still had Roxane (and Eva, and Mia, he added silently). Dina quite soon loved to snuggle in his arms on his lap and give herself pleasure. But he also loved it when she rode him soulfully and passionately and he poured out after a long time of restraint. Dina was the only woman who rode him very passionately and at the end massaged his glans with her cunt so skillfully that he began to pour blissfully and she then put her cunt completely over his cock. Whenever he told Eva or Roxane and Mia, they all listened in rapt attention, because he told it so vividly and emotionally, as if they were making love to Dina themselves. Mia sometimes cried with emotion (and jealousy, as he knew) and wanted to make love like that.
He divided his seed well, Eva and her project got most of it, there was always something left for Dina and Roxane or Dina and Mia or Dina, Roxane and Mia. It was different with each, each loved him in their own way. He was especially pleased that Mia was such a good sexual match for him and Roxane. She skillfully and gladly took the active and athletic part, licking Roxane's clit diligently and riding Candors cock. She paused half a dozen times before his outpouring and trembled before continuing. Mia had listened well and soon mastered Dina's technique as far as the finale was concerned. Afterward, she lay across his lap and he hugged her lovingly while she did it to herself. Roxane and he always found it exciting to watch her do it herself. That his joints and muscles didn't take it all anymore surprised no one and they all tried to make it as gentle as possible with him. He was, after all, approaching eighty.
On his eightieth birthday, he went to the castle as he did every day and took up his work. Thank God it had not occurred to anyone to congratulate him and thus draw attention to him. When the king summoned him, it was like every other day, he sat down opposite the king as usual, his hands tucked into his sleeves. King Erich sat down hypocritically, pretending to study a document, but stood up and tore open the double French doors to the banquet hall.
Everyone was there. The princess with the princes and the little princess, the black Nima with little Orlando, the baron and their common Dina, Roxane with Marco and Mia, his closest collaborators, Major General Kunze and the whole court. Candor stood up nimbly and followed his king into the hall. It was a successful surprise, everyone shook his hand, a hundred women kissed his cheek and there was a chatter and feasting at the buffet that gladdened his heart. He went from group to group, talking to each and shaking a thousand hands. He embraced and kissed intimately all the women who had shared the bed with him. He embraced and kissed the beautiful Nima for the first time and looked into her womb. When he congratulated her, she was amazed and curious as to why he was congratulating her. "Well, you are expecting a child, beautiful woman!" and she waved it off in embarrassment, "oh what!" yet she was very thoughtful after that.
He was tired and worn out at some point. He sat down and thought about the fact that he had come another year closer to death. Eva looked out the window and into his mind. Well, old friend, so gloomy and sad? He lied that he was only sad because he could not please her or Dina that day. She laughed as bright as a bell and said, I already thought you were thinking of the Grim Reaper? They both laughed and he grinned, that was the nicest way to dispel his gloomy thoughts. She kissed him intimately in her mind, "Congratulations, my love!"
Faithfully he visited Dina every day, and she understood very well that he was no longer athletic enough for the classical nude act, after all her thickening belly did not allow her to ride. She lay in his arms most of the time now, making herself come up uncounted times in a row, while he caressed her breasts and her beautiful body, arousing her. She loved it when he did it to her with his fingers and made her rear up. More and more often she would passively lean back and ask him to do it to her. She kept her eyes closed and gently surrendered to sexual pleasure, daily. She held her roly‐poly belly while he worked her open pussy and clit with his fingers. She said that Rüdiger instantly had a problem with her masturbating herself and felt ashamed as his seed gradually dried up. But the bond between them was strong and once he became a father, everything would be fine.
One day, after a long series of horny raptures, her water broke. The master called Rüdiger and her midwife and went home. Hours later, an exhausted Rüdiger reported, his son Norbert was born, a healthy beauty! Dina was also doing well, he added. The master congratulated and asked to congratulate Dina on his behalf. He added that he expected him to stay at home and stand by Dina for at least the next four weeks.
One of the following summers, the king and his family spent the hot days in dreamy Bad Aussee, Eva worked at the computer screen and little Karl Ludwig sat down next to her. He waited patiently until she had finished dictating and correcting the paragraph. He asked shyly if they could watch the video together again, the video where the man and the woman do it. Smiling, she looked for the video and ran it. She stopped smiling when she saw his big erection, which he was pushing around with his fingers. He wanted to see it again and pushed at his erection. "It itches and wants to be pinched" he said, looking up at her. She looked around again to see if they were really alone, then unbuttoned his pants. "For the next few years, until you're 14 or 15 and allowed to do it with a girl, you'll have to do it alone, I'll show you, how to" she said, "now watch carefully!" Then she did it to him and let him squirt on a handkerchief. His erection didn't collapse, so she had him do it again by himself. After some initial uncertainty, he did quite well, only after the third squirt did his little genital go flaccid. Being a smart and flash boy, he kept her subsequent instructions well in mind and left. Afterwards, she discussed it with Candor, who also thought it was the right thing to do. Better he learn it from you than from some windy or perverted guy of your court! he said.
Prince Karl seemed to have an eidetic memory and devoured books, often more than thirty a week. He attended a public secondary school in order to meet friends and acquaintances "from the people" and not to become an aloof snob. In addition, he was continuously given a private tutor, usually professors from universities, who had three months each to teach him as much as possible about their subject. Little Karl learned like a world champion and the professors were surprised how clever and receptive the young prince was. He soaked up knowledge like a sponge and surprised them again and again with his understanding and clever conclusions. The princess pursued Prince Franz's education with similar consistency; he, too, went to a public secondary school and received his private lessons. He was also an eidetic and just as clever as his older brother. An exciting competition developed between the two boys and yet they were simply boys and had a nice childhood.
Princess Maria Theresa hardly spoke a word in her first three years, but she was by no means mute. Eva didn't let on, but she was worried, of course. It was Master Candor who discovered that this was why she spoke little or nothing, because she could read the minds of everyone around her. Eva was greatly relieved and began to encourage and guide her daughter's talent. Simultaneously with this encouragement, she taught her to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil. At seven, the girl learned to influence the thoughts of others and Eva taught her not to abuse her gifts. The spiritual conversations welded the two very closely together. Like her brothers, the girl was an eidetic and was in no way inferior to them intellectually and in terms of diligence. Eva rejoiced immensely over her three children. A fourth was no longer possible, no egg was ripening in her and her ovaries had already begun to shrink.
One day an inattentive servant was serving her drinks and dropped Maria Theresa's favorite cup from the tray. In her shock, Maria Theresa focused on the cup, whose fall was arrested at the last moment and floated the last millimeters to the ground. The servant did not notice anything and he picked up the cup with his head high, Eva and the little girl looked at each other in amazement. From now on they worked on the development of telekinesis and soon the little one made good progress, aware that this had to remain an absolute secret. Only they three, Eva, Maria Theresa and Master Candor knew. Maria Theresa was also the only one of their children who one day said with conviction that her real father was Father Candor, as the three children called him, but that daddy Erich still remained her daddy.
Karl Ludwig, who talked about his sexuality quite openly and unabashedly with his mother, told one day that he no longer enjoyed his pleasure alone. He and his girlfriend Amelie were doing it together. Eva, who had only been listening with half an ear and was still dealing with another problem, remarked that it was all right for Amelie to watch. He said, yes, but she was doing it too. Eva now turned to him one hundred percent. You say she grab your cock and rub? He nodded and said she could do it beautifully. After a pause, he added that she had had her cunt examined very carefully by him and had shown him how she did it herself with her clit. He had also already learned it very well and did it to her as well. He told Eva everything from the beginning and left out no detail. Relieved, she sat back, it was all as it should be.
He dropped the hammer only at the end. He was already 14 now, whether he was allowed to do it, do it right with Amelie? Eva said he first had to convince himself whether she really wanted it as much as he did. In answer to his question, she said that they first cuddle, smooch and kiss each other to feel whether the abdomen, whether the sexuality reacted to the other. She also wanted to get to know Amelie beforehand. Okay, he said, and after half an hour came back holding hands with Amelie. It seemed to Eva that she had a good nature and was infatuated with Karl, but couldn't hold a candle to him in terms of education, intelligence and knowledge. She mentally examined the girl's abdomen and breathed a sigh of relief, the little girl had a very limited ability to conceive, so there was no risk of pregnancy. Eva wondered if Amelie had already told Karl that she had already done it with some boys? But she kept silent, that was between the two of them.
Eva nodded affirmatively to Karl Ludwig and whispered in his ear that it was all right on her part! He kissed her intimately on the cheek, took Amelie by the hand and pulled her into his room. Eva could hear through the half‐open door, without any mental effort, how the two copulated almost continuously. When evening came, she went to the door and watched them for probably a quarter of an hour until they had finished copulating. Amelie, of course, had noticed her immediately and winked at her in a chummy manner. She tried even harder to make it exciting and made sure that Eva could see her private parts clearly. Amelie wasn't particularly pretty or smart, but she pretty much knew how to do it. After the boy had squirted, she kept the tip of the glans in her cunt and rubbed his privates vigorously until he was stiff again, then the two copulated rapidly again and she urged him on to faster and faster speeds as she rubbed her clit vigorously. Eva waited until Karl had cum for the x–th time and slowly pulled his privates out. It took a few more minutes before Amelie was also finished with her clit, sighing loudly. When her twitching and trembling had subsided, Eva cleared her throat loudly and said it was time for dinner.
After dinner, she told King Erich about the day's events. He listened with a smile and nodded at the end, that was good, that was all as it should be. His worry lines smoothed out when she said with conviction that it was just a nice first love and first sex for the two of them, and that she had a sure feeling that the little one would not conceive a bastard.
Nima had given birth to a beautiful little girl two months earlier, she was named Ayla and the king again ordered him to be officially registered as the father. That little Ayla, whose skin was dark like Nima's and yet very much like her father, would grow up in the king's family was clear to all. Five‐year‐old Orlando almost somersaulted with joy. Nima had followed Eva's instructions, showing Orlando her naked cunt and explaining everything in detail. She also showed him how the clit worked and let him watch as she masturbated herself. They had watched some videos together of copulating couples, but she didn't want to put the little man through childbirth. She also showed him how to get an erection by rubbing and let him penetrate her cunt, but that was too much for him and he preferred that she masturbated herself again.
Eva shuddered at the foreboding that little Ayla would not grow as old as Orlando. But she shook off the black thoughts and kissed her husband's beautiful mistress so intimately that courtiers grew restless at this long French kiss. "I am very happy, for you and Erich!" She embraced Nima again and French‐kissed her again. She had spoken from her innermost being and once again did not care for the impropriety of calling the king by his first name only.
Mia had blossomed into a beautiful woman. Her breasts had remained as small as when she was 15, but her clitoris was about three millimeters larger, stretching the folds of skin and the little hood when she was aroused. When she rode Candor, she rubbed his cock stiffly with a gentle hand and gave herself the second half dozen of her automatic explosions as she rode. She remained seated on his stiffness with her cunt quivering and her legs trembling before continuing her ride with her abdomen after a minute. She groped questioningly to Roxane's cunt and rubbed it when the answer was a yes. Although Candor had developed nothing more than fatherly feelings toward Mia, she had become his primary companion in bed at home. Despite some brief experiences with her peers, the old man remained her favorite lover, with him she experienced more orgasms than with anyone else. On his lap she could curl up in the fetal position and snuggle in his arms as her abdomen twitched and her legs trembled. Roxane was always with them, caressing them both with lascivious, eroticizing fingerstrokes. She had not had intercourse for many months because of her pain, but gave herself passively to Mia's tongue and fingers and then was always satisfied. She found it most beautiful to lie on the Master's lap, to be embraced by his arms and to spread her thighs very wide for Mia's tongue and fingers.
About three times a week he visited Eva in ordination, aging had not damaged the magic of their love. Eva rode him very differently than Mia or Dina and he still looked forward to every union with her. She examined his semen from time to time, it was good, of course not like 15 years ago. After the union they sometimes talked about their children. The insemination program had been going on for a good 14 years and he worried about when the first half‐siblings would have intercourse. Eva had fewer concerns and did not fear complications like those that occurred with incest.
She had given mental orders to the mothers to film their children copulating, even secretly if necessary, and to send her the videos. Most of the children agreed, only a very few were filmed secretly. Many mothers took close‐ups and were proud when they could film the outpouring at close range. It was often heard that the mother gave precise instructions so that they could film the details even better. Often they instructed the boys to pull the cock out a bit so that the squirting could be filmed well. Or they would spread the girl's cunt with their fingers to record the spurting jets of semen. Often you could see the mothers working the girl's clit. All the videos ended only after the camerawoman had recorded her own clit play in close‐up. Eva didn't even want to know what arguments the mothers used to get the kids to do the porn. Eva analyzed the images to identify the teenagers using a facial recognition program. This way, she could later examine the possible offspring medically.
The videos with the hottest and most explicit close‐ups she often watched together with Candor, that spurred their associations. Something had gone wrong with the mothers, almost without exception, the wrong thread ran through the videos. The mothers almost compulsively followed the procedure of first copulating with the boys until they poured most of their semen into them and only then sleeping with the daughters. For many, this incestuous union took place for the very first time and was usually very shameful and guilt‐ridden. Nevertheless, they continued to document everything meticulously. Shamefully but energetically, they asked the boys to do it a second time and filmed themselves again before lying down between the girls' thighs, focusing on their cunts in close‐up and documenting how the male cock groped and slowly penetrated the female cunt. They filmed all the motions of making love and the rhythmic pumping as the boys squirted their jets of semen into the girls vagina. Often they asked the girl to work her clit. They continued filming until the girl was also finished with her clit. It didn't surprise Eva that many of these incestuous liaisons between mother and son continued for years to come.
Candor and Eva discussed at length their differences regarding incest, which had been made that much more complicated by the erroneous order to the mothers. Eva racked her brain as to how this mistake could have occurred and found no answer. It could only be because she was still busy with some patient stories when she formulated her commands. Nevertheless, she watched all the videos and made a note of all the people the facial recognition had found. Candor sometimes helped her with this, but he could not be dissuaded from his belief that more harm could come from the incestuous connections. Eva was initially surprised at how many mothers got pregnant by the boys. The mothers continued to follow the thread for months, letting the boys squirt all their seed inside them. They were not allowed to copulate with the girls or daughters until they were no longer able to pour out much or any semen. Eva made careful notes of which mothers became pregnant by their own sons through incest, so that she could later examine these children. As it turned out later, no significant damage was found in the offspring, which made Eva very happy.
Even before Norbert von Stetten was a year old, Dina asked him to visit her again. Rüdiger would not object, as she loved her husband with all her heart and was draining him daily by working on child number two. Candor insisted that she speak to the Baron first, and he stuck to that. Of course, he was looking forward to her exciting body and latched onto her thoughts in the evening when he felt it was the right time. Rüdiger drank a cognac and smoked, Dina sat next to him in a stunning nothingness of silk bathrobe and gently stroked his face and tickled the crown of his hair. Skillfully she seduced her husband and the master experienced the brief union with Dina's eyes, mind and body. He felt her great and warm love for her husband, her rising and exploding lust when she touched her clit and her disappointment when Rüdiger squirted way too early and pulled out his piston. It still took her a long time to finish. Playfully she took his good piece in her hand and caressed it, but Rüdiger just couldn't take anymore.
They talked about putting intercourse on the favorable days. Dina threaded it very cleverly to bring the master into the game. He agreed in the end that she would get her pleasure with the master and he would only have to fulfill his procreation duty on relevant days. He would talk to his friend first thing tomorrow. Dina bit her lips not to reveal that she already had his friend on the hook. Candor stayed with her until Rüdiger fell asleep breathing loudly and she gave herself the horniest pleasure in great anticipation. The next day, Rüdiger actually approached him and explained the situation truthfully. He for her lust, Rüdiger for the procreation. The master did hesitantly, but finally agreed, the timing should Rüdiger make out with Dina. Then he sat back and grinned smugly after Rüdiger left. Two days later, Dina called impatiently and they arranged to meet the next noon.
He visited her almost daily and was very pleased, because she had worked persistently on her figure during this year of their separation. She was slim and slender as never before, her plump breasts even larger than before. They were amazingly large and firm since breastfeeding and a pure feast for the eyes. She had removed her pubic hair according to fashion and her cunt did not show her 35 years. They joined in joyful frenzy until his body reminded him that he was more than twice her age and she had to ride him. Rüdiger fulfilled his part for a full year until Dina was ready for the second child. She was pretty good at calculating her time ready to conceive and misleading her husband. Since Rüdiger was only allowed to mount her once a month, the level of his semen was quite high and his contribution was also more pleasurable for Dina than his dry poking before. Rüdiger was able to get her highly aroused with his enormous club and squirt a fair amount of semen inside, in rich, thick jets. The master latched onto her mind and loins in the process and experienced everything together with her, but she only had real, exploding pleasure after Rüdiger had fallen asleep.
They continued their deceptive game throughout the year. She would set the day and he would secretly check to see if an egg had ripened. Still, it took them two months before Dina was pregnant. They were both very happy and Dina went to the gynecologist two days later, only to tell Rüdiger about the joyful event.
Meanwhile, the king had a firm grip on his parliamentarians. At first, he had listened helplessly to the inane chatter of the parliamentarians and party bigwigs. But he listened well to Master Candor and the other masters and tackled the matter more wisely. He quickly interrupted the parliamentarians and asked them what they were doing for the people, for the kingdom. He required each one to think, whatever their thoughts. They were to find a topic or a project and report back in 14 days with a synopsis. No matter what the chances of success were, whether and how it fit in with the party image, they were to express themselves freely, idealistically and off the cuff. Then he complimented them out. He repeated this over and over again until one or the other understood. It had taken longer than three years, but now there were real debates in the once sleepy parliament around issues that concerned the people. Parties were fighting for the king's favor and taking responsibility for laws and coexistence. King Erich shifted more and more responsibility to parliament, which seemed the right thing to do.
Candor set aside half an hour of thinking time every evening after sunset, drank a cognac and smoked a fat cigar. He needed this quiet time to himself, recovering from his exertions with Eva and, of course, Dina. He enjoyed the anticipation of Mia and her quiet, erotic way of pleasing him and giving herself the beautiful quiver and tremble. He reviewed the day, thought over the decisions he had made. Often he reached for the dictation pen to jot down additions and ideas. Sometimes he dictated into the cigar and when he realized his mistake, he laughed out loud and treated himself to another cognac. The well‐behaved dictator nevertheless had everything finely noted and was never jealous of the cigar. He had made quite good progress with the greening project, at least nationally, and often thought of the quote that humanity was the most dangerous species because it was destroying its own planet. He was quite aware that with this project he was working against the stupid self‐destruction of his own species.
Something was wrong, Eva had said to Candor several times. She couldn't tell what it was or where the feeling came from. But it was getting more intense with time, and she couldn't just ignore it. She proceeded methodically as she tested her surroundings, her ordination, with all the physical methods she knew. She found nothing, no special radiation or unusual waves. She had several professors perform all sorts of tests, but all to no avail. Months passed and she continued the ordination without ever feeling relieved of her eerie feeling. When she was with Candor, she asked him to read her mind and see if he might find something. But the moment he entered her mind, she said it was gone. The eerie feeling was gone. In the weeks that followed, she called upon him mentally many times, and as soon as he reconnected with her, the unsettling feeling was gone, too.
It was Maria Theresa who one day said to her mother, "Mama, an evil man is in your thoughts, why?" Eva's mouth remained open in surprise, but she took this opening very seriously. She embraced her daughter mentally, for Maria Theresa was physically in the school library, encouraging her that if she discovered the bad man again, she would get back to her. She discussed her daughter's inspiration with Candor. He said, as if shot out of the blue, that a few days ago he had the feeling that someone was scratching or pawing at his mind. Someone, that is, neither Eva nor Maria Theresa. But he had immediately erected a kind of barrier and the intruder disappeared immediately. Eva, of course, asked him about the barrier, but he did not know how he had erected it, nor how it worked. He tried again and again, but he could not erect the barrier arbitrarily.
He came to her as often as his duties allowed. He lay next to her on the bed, looking for the bad man, every day. One day, they got lucky. Her eyelids fluttered and she breathed heavily, as if in a fuck. Her legs twitched and she breathed heavily, her breasts rising and falling. Infinitely cautious, Candor approached her in spirit and, to his amazement, was successful. He saw him. Not physically, but as a dark being that held Eva's spirit in an iron grip. The dark one held Eva tightly and copulated hastily with her. Candor placed a hand on Eva's skirt over her pubic and could feel her, her body surrendering, quite clearly. He saw that her mind was paralyzed and she was practically unconscious. The dark one had not yet discovered him, rising in frenzy and pouring himself twitching and thrusting into Eva's cunt. Candor's hand on Eva's pubic felt her twitching, trembling come in her abdomen.
He kept hidden, watching the dark monster stiffen again and brutally thrust into Eva's cunt again. The dark one screamed silently and whipped Eva's buttocks with his hand as he brutally thrust into her. The rape went the same way as the previous one. But this time Candor didn't wait any longer, the moment Eva's abdomen began to twitch and the dark one stood up to squirt, he jumped on the dark one's back and grabbed his head with both hands, thrusting with all his might. The monster released Eva's spirit and shook off its attacker. Eva and Candor stared at the dark one. "Who are you?" they shouted simultaneously and stepped back from the danger zone. Who are you, they both asked, looking at the dark one, who suddenly didn't seem so big and threatening. "My name I will not say, but I am he who has taken many of you ladies of high rank. And now I want the king's wives!" He grinned cheekily as Candor murmured that his name was Bo. They both felt that Bo had erected a block around his thoughts and was looking at them fixedly. "I'll get them all, no one can stop me!"
Candor made a move to grab him, but the sinister Bo was elusive. "I'll get them all, count on it!" said Bo in a threatening undertone. "I see you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you!" There was a deep, threatening silence. Bo rose and said, "I'll get the first one within the hour!" and disappeared.
They talked about this event for a long time. Candor simply refused to believe that anyone else besides them had this gift and used it with such skill for his filthy, miserable adventures. Eva lowered her head and said in a hushed voice that never before had a man been able to bring her to such an explosion as Bo. She blushed so hard that Candor immediately gave her a reassuring hug and kissed her forehead, saying it was okay. Eva's com chirped. The castle's emergency code. She immediately answered the call. Her face turned ashen when the sobbing operator brought out that the little princess was dead and immediately corrected herself when she heard her cry of pain, no, not that princess, but Princess Ayla. They would be right over, Candor said, ending the call. Eva called again and ordered not to touch little Ayla until she arrived.
They ran as fast as they could and arrived at the royal private chambers out of breath. Eva cried out when she saw little Ayla lying there, completely distorted. She examined the three‐year‐old child; she had obviously died of a sudden cardiac death, all signs pointed to it. But she also saw the child's horror and that she was clutching her shame protectively with both hands. Candor leaned over Eva's shoulder, looked at the little one for a few seconds, and whispered in horror, "Bo!" Eva nodded and ordered the child to be autopsied by the best pathologist.
The king, Eva, and Nima stood in Nima's bedroom holding each other, letting their tears flow and comforting each other. Nima had been reading in the next room as Ayla slept in her crib. She had not noticed her daughter's death throes and Eva comforted her, saying that in sudden cardiac death there was no death throes, Ayla had died instantly, she had not suffered. The king stepped aside and gave orders to his adlatus to make all the arrangements that are customary in the death of a member of the royal family. Obviously the official wanted to object, but the king ruled him so angrily that the two women winced. That evening, the three of them ate in the king's bedroom and slept holding each other in his oversized bed, which usually served as a playground for their love life. But today, no one was thinking about sex.
Little Maria Theresa tugged Candor by the sleeve. "Come, Father Candor!" They went into her room and the little girl clutched him as she cried silently. He wondered desperately how old she would be, 11 or 12? "I'll be 14 in two months," she said, smiling again. Then she spoke no more and connected with his mind. I thought that the court need not know. What, my child? he asked, stroking her cheek soothingly, the court has not only ears, but also eyes! She nodded and patiently let him continue stroking her. She said it was about something else. She had noticed for weeks that every night Nima dreamed of the bad man.... She sent him a picture of Nima copulating with Bo instead of the vulgar word. Candor nodded. And this afternoon the bad man came to Ayla and wanted her too... again she sent the picture of Nima copulating. Ayla was terrified and died. "That's what I wanted to tell you, Father Candor! I thought you should know, because that's exactly what happened!"
He explained to her that he was already taking care of hunting down and killing this evil Bo, that's his name, that's exactly what Bo deserved. He deserved to die for killing your innocent little sister, he said. They talked about the bad man for a long time, he told her everything she could understand and left out anything compromising. Maria Theresa thought along with him, and when Candor mentioned the barrier, she resolutely said she wanted to help catch Bo. He spoke to her like an adult and interjected that Bo was very dangerous and especially so for women, he wanted her .... He also avoided the vulgar word and sent a picture of Bo raping Eva. He felt her fright and said he would not let Bo do that to her. Still, Maria Theresa said, she wanted to contribute as best she could. She knew he was dangerous, but she was not afraid.
Only now did he notice that she had become a young lady, with rounded hips and beautifully curved, small breasts and – she interrupted him blushing, "But, Father Candor!" He was silent, embarrassed because he had looked at her body, looked at her naked body, and apologized, for she could see it in his lustful thoughts. When they got up, she stood boldly and challengingly in front of him and said, if you want to see me naked, please! and let him see her nakedness. He looked at her for a long time and stroked her pubis with the back of his hand, touching her clit curiously with his fingertip. "I've been doing it with this since I was 6" she said candidly, flooding him with images of her virginal lust. Then she added, "I'll take my time with the boys when Mother approves." Smart kid, he said, wiping away her nudity with a wave of his hand. He took her hand and they went back to the others.
Over the next few weeks, he couldn't stop Bo from going down on both Eva and Nima. Bo protected himself perfectly behind a blockade, he could only sit helplessly by while the fiend raped Eva. He often stayed in the castle and when everyone was asleep, he would sneak up to the sleeping chambers and make sure that the king, Eva and Nima were sleeping undisturbed. Bo seemed to focus on Nima, almost every night he would show up at her place. The master went silently to Nima's bedchamber and sat very close to her, for he sometimes nonsensically thought he had greater strength, greater power, through proximity. He could not penetrate Nima's mind, Bo's blockage was much too strong. The master looked through the textiles at Nima's naked body, the movements of her pubic were like coitus. This woman was a single erotic work of art, the master looked at her lustful fireworks like a 13 year old seeing it for the first time. He looked at her until Bo left her after a while and also withdrew.
So about a fortnight passed without him being able to even begin to enter Nima's or Bo's mind. One night Maria Theresa had woken up and spoke to him. But even she could not overcome the barrier. Maria Theresa watched Nima curiously until her lustful spasms ended. But it gives her a lot of pleasure, she said breathlessly to Candor, that is not dangerous! He replied, it happens against her will, without her consent, while she was still grieving. And Ayla died because he is murderously dangerous! She remained silent, affected. Nima's horny copulation had pleased her very much, but when she thought of Ayla, she became infinitely sad. That was rape and murder.
For the next three nights, the two tried to forestall Bo, and succeeded on the fourth night. The master and Maria Theresa had finally beaten him to it and were waiting for him. Maria Theresa sensed him first and paralyzed him, slowing his thinking. It was enough to let Candor enter his mind and read out his whole life story within a few minutes. Maria Theresa developed unimagined powers and did not let go of him, forcing him to his knees until he dissolved and disappeared. Now the master told what he had found out.
Bo was the son of Professor Giese and a lab assistant. Bo knew only from hazy memories of his mother how it all happened. The professor, completely convinced of his gene manipulation experiments, removed the fertilized egg, manipulated it and replanted it. However, he died when Bo was very small and could not continue the experiment. His mother lost her mind over his death and raised him in a forest cabin on the outskirts of town. Bo did not attend school or fellowship with other people. The only thing he learned was to take what was needed, because the forest offered everything needed to live. The primitive, socially completely neglected boy reached puberty and discovered his special talent when he overheard lovers at the edge of the forest and was able to mentally penetrate the girls' minds to empathize with their lust. Since he had always slept with his mother, she noticed his involuntary ejaculations when she masturbated her clit before falling asleep and did it as she always did. She had then shown him how to insert his cock into her cunt and move, how to hold back his hasty ejaculation, and how to make love to her with full pleasure. For the next few days they stayed in bed and copulated almost without ceasing. Since he had never rubbed himself before, she made him stiff again by hand so they could continue copulating. She taught him to hold back the outpouring and keep thrusting until she had rubbed her clit enough to be ready for the explosion. At first she nodded at him, "Now!" and he poured himself into her convulsions. In the aftermath, too, he mounted her whenever he was stiff. The 13‐year‐old satisfied his unholy urge on his mother, mentally and physically, every day. The poor woman tolerated everything patiently and set him no limits. He could do anything he wanted.
He learned at the edge of the forest how lovers and girls made love physically, and mentally raped many a girl with adolescent urges, without them understanding how it could be. He learned to pour his seed in this mental intercourse. The lovers gradually stopped coming, the forest was haunted. During these ten years he learned to experience pleasure and satisfaction and watched with interest when his mother was still fiercely engaged with her clit after intercourse. She had many miscarriages, but gave birth to three children, whom he took to the farmhouses at night and abandoned, according to her instructions.
She fell ill, languished without care, and died when he was in his mid‐twenties. He was disappointed beyond measure that the dead woman did not respond at all to his sexual activities, although he copulated with her several times. She also did not respond when he told her he was leaving. He wandered into the city, sat in the parks and watched the people, so many people! When he felt hungry and thirsty, he mentally ordered the first person to get him food and drink. He felt no urge to learn from people or to understand them. He only ever needed a woman to fuck, but getting close to them physically usually ended in a beating. He limited himself to mentally raping them, which put many in very embarrassing situations. He took the beautiful and the ugly, the fat and the slim, the young and the old.
His wickedness grew daily, how satisfying it was to mentally rape women and girls in public and sexually humiliate them in front of a large audience. Taking over the minds of women in the marriage bed and making them behave so lewdly that the spouse lost hearing and sight, that delighted him. Money or property never interested him, although he could have demanded anything. And whoever stood in his way or opposed him, he killed, like the rabbits and deer in the forest. Killing was not accompanied by any emotion such as guilt or injustice, it was only a matter of standing up to an obstacle. The city was a paradise hunting ground for him, he got food and drink for free, dwelled in the dark incels and was often lucky that a woman let herself be manipulated and fucked with him. The city was full of girls and women, he only had to pick them like apples from a tree. Almost daily he found a companion whom he could mount and inseminate at will at night, in a dark corner, as he had been able to do with his beloved mother. He knew only his own urges and did not care at all how distraught, miserable and guilt‐ridden these women felt afterwards. Many men were frozen when the intruder paralyzed them and then raped his wife before his eyes. More than once he strangled a husband who resisted. There were very many whom he killed without it being recognized as murder. Some times it was also the girls or women who dared to resist him, whom he strangled very slowly during the sex act and looked into their breaking eyes after he had poured himself into their cunt and continued copulating until they lay lifeless. He knew neither guilt nor shame and abused the women without any sense of guilt.
More and more often he listened to the thoughts and conversations of the townsfolk. There was often talk of the king, where he lived and how he lived. He seemed to be the most important person in the town, some disliked him, but most revered him very much. But everyone talked and thought that the king had the most beautiful, best and attractive women and that the most beautiful, best and attractive girls in the whole city served with him. From now on, he sat on a park bench in front of the castle every day, looking for the many girls that had been talked about. When he located one, he manipulated her in front of a mirror so that he could look at her. If no one else was present, they had to bare their breasts and lift their skirts in front of the mirror so that he could inspect their cunt. They all pleased him and he directed them to a cozy corner where they had to do his bidding and masturbated. Before he released their minds and ordered them never to speak about it, he asked each one about another attractive and erotic girl and how he could best approach her.
After a few months he felt he had had them all, which wasn't true, but he knew he was going in circles and abusing mentally the same beauties over and over again. He started asking the girls who the king's wives were and how he was most likely to find them. That's how he came to Eva and Nima. Their daughters did not interest him yet. At last, at last, he had the king's wives!
Maria Theresa shook with disgust, although the master had told her nothing about how Bo had tried to rape little Ayla. M.T., as she called herself, understood now why Bo was dangerous to everyone. Why Father Candor wanted to kill him. She was literate enough to understand the futility of incarceration, a man with Bo's abilities was not stopped by prison walls. Containing a man's thoughts or creating a protective shield was not possible at that time. Eva, who had awakened at the end of her fight with Bo and had heard the master's narration, said that after a brief consideration she too was of the opinion that Bo could not be saved. But she was dead tired and had to sleep, think about the whole thing again in peace. The master got up and lovingly tucked Nima in, then went home.
Roxane was already fast asleep, Mia was waiting for him with her face heated with pleasure and snuggled on his lap. Her warmth and tenderness instantly awakened his underemployed cock; he hadn't made love to a woman in days. He poured himself out prematurely with a thick, juicy stream without his cock going limp. With half an ear he listened to Mia, who told him in a whisper that in the afternoon she had given herself to one of the students who had been pestering her for weeks, but the boy had nothing to offer except semen, a lot of semen, not like you, Father Candor! He slowly fell asleep in spite of Mia's wonderful abdominal work, feeling a bit of a fraud, for his thoughts were first on Nima's wonderful womb and then on the sexual images Maria Theresa had shown him of her childish sexual activities. Yes, on second thought, he kept recalling these images, in which his little daughter played the main sexual role, as he slowly fell asleep. It was nothing unusual for Mia to considerately ride him on even after he had fallen asleep, bringing on the last squirting of a long day. After all, she could treat herself to masturbate if she still needed it. M.T. had long since entered his mind and was letting him participate in her clit play in real time as he gradually fell asleep. M.T. used her skills and maintained his stiffness, simultaneously slipping into Mia's experience, putting herself into her cunt and giving her many trembling tremors. Mia kept going, on and on and was already completely exhausted, but M.T. wanted to delay and witness her union with Father Candor as long as possible. She finally released his squirting and experienced it as if she were in Mia's place, feeling his semen spurt in bursts into her vagina. After that, she released Mia's mind. Later she confessed to the master that she had made love to him very often in Mia's body. He had listened to her confession with his head down, now he raised his head and looked at her with peculiar shining eyes.
The master spoke with Major General Kunze, who by now commanded all intelligence services in an exemplary manner. For safety's sake, Kunze came to the master personally, and the first thing he did was put a black box, a Signal jammer on the table before they talked. Candor had asked him to investigate the lab assistant at the Giese Institute, as well as her son Bo and the three abandoned babies. Kunze had been able to track down two of Giese's lab assistants who were employed at the time of Prof. Giese's death. One had died years ago at a ripe old age, had a family, children and grandchildren, so the master excluded her. The other, Monika Ansbach, had resigned after the professor's death and disappeared. There was no indication of pregnancy. She did not appear anywhere again, nor did any child of hers. Kunze's otherwise omniscient apparatus could find out nothing about Bo and the babies. Nothing at all! Although only very few children were abandoned because of the mother's pension, there were still several thousand every year. Since the master had no idea in which years Bo had abandoned the children, his people would concentrate on cases where at intervals 3 children were abandoned not far from a patch of forest at presumably the same settlement. But investigations with such few parameters took a long time.
The master assured the secret service man again that this ominous Bo was the result of a failed experiment by the professor, had been going around unrecognized as a serial killer in the city for some time, and his murders were probably in the databases as "sudden cardiac death" or "strangled by unknown". Bo's typical method, he said, was strangulation, far more men than women. Kunze diligently took notes, and the master relayed everything he knew, affirming that this Bo was incendiary and definitely not a figment of his imagination, but flesh and blood. The babies were now probably older than 10, perhaps completely harmless, but perhaps just as murderous as their biological father Bo. That, the master said, gave him the biggest headache, not Bo himself, whom he would soon apprehend. Since the royal family was apparently one of his next targets, security had been doubled and tripled. He would be with the royal family day and night and probably the only person on the planet who could practically smell the presence of the serial killer. Kunze nodded silently and continued writing without asking the master what kind of smelling organ it was. He knew that the master often predicted catastrophes precisely and reed well the unerring way in which the master had investigated the royal murders. The Master definitely had a "nose," Kunze was sure of that, but as a realistic‐minded person, he could not afford superstition or the notion of superpowers.
A few days later, with Maria Theresa's help, the master managed to stop Bo after raping Nima. He penetrated as far as he could to Bo's mind, approached him and wanted to know what he was up to? Bo had little experience in developing plans let alone talking about them. He simply wanted to have all the king's wives and if she resisted, he would make her dead. Bo said it quite matter‐of‐factly and callously. Then he would be the king, but that didn't matter to him, he didn't have the slightest idea about power and being king. The women, he wanted to have for himself alone, even the very young ones. M.T. shuddered in disgust. The master involved Bo in a longer conversation and made it clear to him that there was a big difference between taking a woman in the mind and actually mounting her in the physical world. Bo understood this difference immediately. And getting past the palace guards, etc., was out of the question, the master said in a deliberately provocative manner. "And, who is going to stop me, you perhaps?" asked Bo, grabbing the master by the throat. The latter fought back with all his might and almost lost his senses in this murderous mental struggle. Undoubtedly, Bo would kill him. At the last moment, M.T. was able to conjure up the illusion of a palace guard, who hit Bo over the head with his weapon. Bo disappeared instantly. The master coughed for a quarter of an hour and had a sore throat for another week. But he had M.T. explain the "illusion" to him in detail and practiced with her.
He was fully aware, as was Maria Theresa, that Bo's abilities were unusually strong and he would certainly be very difficult to defeat. M.T. objected that with her mother, there would be three of them. Perhaps the three of them together were strong enough. At any rate, she hoped so, because it was now a matter of life and death, for all of them.
Days later, the master arranged with Eva to visit her at the ordination the other afternoon. There was a lot they couldn't talk about in the castle. She would be right there, she said, because he was already standing in front of the side entrance. He cut the connection when he noticed that the two bodyguards, who usually formed the vanguard, stood motionless in front of the entrance, frozen in a pillar of salt. He hurried up the stairs, the back entrance standing ajar. He slipped in quietly and heard the typical copulation sounds coming from the bedroom. Unconsciously, he picked up the fire extinguisher next to the door and looked inside. It was Bo, he recognized him immediately, kneeling between Eva's thighs and copulating with her. He heard Eva's pleasurable gasp as her abdomen exploded lustily and Bo straightened to push her on after the first jet of semen. Candor raised the fire extinguisher with both hands and smashed it violently on Bo's head. The latter fell to the side, then to the ground with empty eyes. The master raised the extinguisher to strike again if necessary, for semen continued to spurt from the fiend's cock in thick jets for seconds. No, the guy was dead, dead as a doornail. The bashed‐in skull looked terrible.
He had killed a human being!
He looked at Eva, but it was not Eva. It was Maria Theresa, he realized stunned, her eyes closed and her face radiant as she let the quivering of her abdomen subside comfortably. From her throbbing pubis Bo's white semen oozed out as a viscous trickle. The master dropped the fire extinguisher to the floor and stood between the bed and the corpse. Then he pulled the sheet over M.T.'s abdomen. She suddenly looked at him and looked around. "Is he gone yet?" she asked, discovering legs and socks behind him. He could say nothing but that Bo was dead. No, she shouldn't look, it didn't look good. As he sat down next to her, he looked into her abdomen and breathed a sigh of relief. He saw a whole sea of Bo's semen, but no egg. She could not conceive from Bo. Her cunt was deepest and appeared chafed. He asked her to tell everything. He listened while his body reacted to the adrenaline rush with violent tremors. Amazingly, she blocked her mind and told, whispering softly.
M.T. had of course eavesdropped and knew that he would meet her mother here. She had, however, contacted Bo and arranged to meet him here, posing as Eva, to fuck physically with him. He was fooled and came after he had charmed the bodyguards. She could maintain the illusion of being Eva for only seconds, Bo was indifferent and he opened his pants. "But I knew you were coming soon, so I held him until you came!" That was all, she thought. If he could read her mind, he asked, and after much hesitation she agreed.
He could see that it was all true. He saw Bo undressing her rather roughly and throwing her on the bed. He felt her fright, for Bo's private parts were larger than any she had seen before. She softened herself so she wouldn't be hurt and so she didn't fight back. She felt the defloration for only a moment and when he squirted, she took advantage of his lapse in concentration and vigorously grabbed his consciousness. She concentrated entirely on keeping Bo trapped in her cunt until help arrived. Candor noticed when Bo squirted out and had to continue right after, as M.T. held his mind captive and ordered him to continue copulating. Bo couldn't help it, he was continuously erect and had to keep going, keep copulating and bring the girl to climax. He seemed to be squirting an inexhaustible amount of semen. The secret M.T. wanted to keep was her rising arousal and her own pleasure explosions. For all her disgust at what was happening, in retrospect it seemed unseemly for her to have enjoyed sexual pleasure and the climaxes.
When he heard Eva on the stairs, he immediately informed her of all the events, and when she came in, she very gently embraced Maria Theresa and stroked her hair. "Oh, you silly child, the three of us would have thought of something smarter than that!" With that, the motherly criticism ended; she never addressed it again. Then, after a quick glance at the corpse, she hurried into the surgery and came back with a lot of jars, vials and wipes. "So you won't catch anything," she said, uncovering Maria Theresa and beginning to clean her daughter's cunt, and the master looked on with interest.
When she finished, he suggested they go to the castle and he would handle this with Kunze. Eva agreed and went to the Hofburg with MT. He reached Kunze and since they were talking about the unprotected com, he kept it short. The lieutenant colonel could find him in the princess's ordination, the hunt for Bo had ended successfully. Yes, quite wet. He might just bring people he trusted plus a cleaning crew. Yes, that was all, everything else verbal.
Kunze and his men arrived and did their job. He sat down with the major general in Eva's office. He gestured to Kunze to set up the defense box to jam signals and waited patiently. Then he told Kunze how it had happened. The latter noted everything down and put a hundred question marks. He had located Bo and pretended to be a vengeful accomplice, he had put the Princess de Tourneville in her ordination, and Bo could come here and consult with him as to how they proceeded. Then he lured the unsuspecting man into the bedroom and hit him from behind with the fire extinguisher. One blow, that's it! The master cleared his throat and said that he was glad that it had gone without bothering the royal family, which was still in mourning because the rape and murder of little Ayla. He thought it would not be necessary to make further investigations in the castle. Kunze did not mention the obviously semen‐soaked sheet, nor the clot of semen from Bo's genitals, the lowered pants and the naked abdomen. Kunze thought his piece, the master saw that. He shook his head in denial and put his index finger to his lips, which Kunze immediately understood.
Kunze skimmed his notes, then recapped it aloud again and looked at the master. "This makes a perfect report," he said, "as long as the court doesn't want to know how the contact with the serial killer was made. We have now discovered more than a dozen murders that Bo may have committed, so we will keep the court busy for the next while. I suppose that would be to your liking?" The master looked him straight in the eye and said he had done nothing wrong except slaying a homicidal serial killer. Since the royal house was the target, it was his duty and self‐defense by extension. "And, my dear Major General, sometimes I have a hunch about where I'll find my guy. You know that! But I haven't yet found a sensible way to explain it to ordinary mortals without ending up at the stake as a witch!" The Major General smiled sympathetically and muttered, "If I go to the judge with this, I'll be sent to the madhouse!" They both laughed and the master took his leave with a serious handshake.
Dina had faithfully nursed Nima, who had been feverish for weeks and was now finally free of fever. Dina knew that Candor had something very important to do and was immediately ready to give up her afternoons with the master. Stunned, she witnessed the feverish Nima being brutally raped by an invisible man, but she remained ironcladly silent, as the master had commanded.
Candor could have slept through three days like the dead, but Mia woke him to snuggle with him. When she was satisfied, she let him sleep on until she needed him again after a short time. Mia had taken a few days off and stayed in bed with him for three days. Roxane half‐heartedly protested letting the old man sleep in, but Mia knew better. He hadn't touched a woman in a very long time and Mia pulled out his cock and copulating before he squirted. His semen shot out in such thick jets that even Roxane was amazed and convinced by Mia's argument. She left the two alone and went for therapy with hot kerosene baths. Mia allowed him to sleep, in between. He smiled indulgently when Maria Theresa joined in. On the fourth day he felt refreshed and went to the castle, work and Dina were already eagerly waiting for him.
He also saw Eva again, they watched Maria Theresa's first‐time intercourse with Bo together a few times and filled Eva's refrigerator with more semen. She felt Maria Theresa should wait with being fucked until she was actually 14 and he had no objection to that. She apparently knew nothing about the fact that M.T. had been fucking with him, or rather Mia, for some time when she played with her clit at night. He kept quiet because he didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.
At night, he was startled as M.T. clung to thoughts of copulating with Bo and rhythmically poked a finger into her cunt while playing with her clit. "You must forget him, instantly!" he said, interrupting her. He thought for a moment and quickly formed the illusion of a male cock, prettier and more prominent than Bo's. "Do you like it?" he asked, and she nodded. Delicately and lovingly, he guided the illusionary cock into her cunt and copulated with her, letting the pace and firmness increase until M.T. gradually exploded. It seemed important to her that the cock poured out in thick jets and the imaginary semen slapped firmly into her cunt. She lay stretched out like the crucified every night, her cunt pumping rhythmically along with the cock, and her raptures were genuine, real and beautiful. After about a week, he found that she was no longer thinking about Bo and told M.T. that it was now time to tell Eva about all this. She resisted for a long time, but he persisted. It would be wrong to hide everything from her mother. He promised to proceed wisely and to tell M.T. afterwards what came out.
Days later he was lying next to Eva on her bed, they were resting and smoking. The beautiful woman in her late forties had ridden him in her quiet, soft way and supplied the semen in the cooler. The fertilization program will eventually run out, she said, I've examined your semen and it's becoming increasingly ineffective. He nodded and muttered, you're not 20 anymore, to which they both had to grin. Just say when you don't want us to fuck together anymore, he said, getting a friendly slap. I need that for myself, silly! she teasingly chided him, straightening up and parading her naked abdomen in front of his face. She spread her cunt with her fingers and made explicit and obscene gestures. "Oh," he said seriously, "oh, that" he poked her pubic area with his index finger, "that reminds me, we need to talk about M.T.!" She immediately became serious, thinking it must be about the rape.
"Someone like M.T. could not be raped by a man, he corrected, nobody could that!" They talked mentally, because of possible eavesdropping. It was rather the other way around, she knowingly gave herself to Bo, and then he told in great detail how and what she had done. She is not a little girl anymore, she is much further along in her development than you or I thought. Just a few weeks ago I thought she was 11 or 12, in fact! She is now 14 and further along than I would have guessed. No, don't interrupt me until I've said it all. I examined her abdomen, fallopian tubes and ovaries exactly as you taught me. Everything piccobello, everything perfect! And now she's turning 14, she's supposed to get pregnant by the first person her own age? This is the first point where your expertise in contraception is needed. And before she copulates with a beau!
The second point is a bit more difficult in my opinion. She is very strong mentally, you trained her well! She was stronger than Bo! She can tap into anyone's mind, manipulate or just witness. She can create, perhaps in conjunction with telepathy, quite real illusions. Eva moved aside so the little turtle could crawl on and touched the hard shell with her fingertips. This turtle is one of those, I just learned it from her recently. This is real, true magic, said the master, this is real magic! The turtle disappeared and Eva sucked in the air sharply.
She confessed it to me only recently, that she sometimes joins in my lovemaking with Mia, for quite some time now. She can affect both my stamina and Mia's without us realizing it. The master told in detail, and Eva listened intently. "Oh! That child!" she groaned from time to time. He said she knows the difference between decency and indecency, she has never misbehaved! But from that I gather she's pretty clear about our sexuality. It doesn't bother me at all, you just need to know, I think that's important for the relationship between mother and daughter. I have – with her consent – done counter spying and to my horror found that she uses the image of Bo's copulating for fantasizing while masturbating. I immediately intervened and demanded that Bo be banished, forgotten forever. Her urge to copulate is very strong, so I created the illusion of a male cock for her and made her copulate with it quasi real. No, I copulated with her with the illusionary dick! He ended and lit a cigarette.
She asked if Maria Theresa knew that he was telling her all this? Candor nodded in the affirmative. And the illusion thing, was she doing it to herself, like with a dildo? He answered in the negative and told her everything in detail. Eva nodded when he finished and murmured that she knew he would never abuse any of her children. Nor any other children, he interjected, I've never done anything like that! They talked about Maria Theresa for a long time, then the com hummed, their time to leave. On the way out he recapped, boys and contraception, and Eva nodded.
Eva's conversation with M.T. went very well. They talked about contraception in great detail, M.T. had understood everything right away and steered the conversation to copulation. Eva candidly enlightened her about all the techniques, as well as about important anatomical details of both sexes and about feelings and sensations in both sexes. Finally, she said that now that she knew so much about it, there was nothing to stop her from trying it out with real life boys. M.T. grinned, instantly she had no admirer who was not too childish for copulation. Getting serious again, she hugged her mother and thanked her for putting so much trust in her.
Maria Theresa shook off Bo completely and chose her sex partners carefully. Of course, she followed all the rules of contraception and copulated diligently with her admirers. But none did it as well as Candor with the illusionary cock. Quite naturally and without any shyness, she reported her experiences with the boys to both her mother and Candor, showing them each of her copulations. Eva initially checked the contraception and found nothing wrong with it. Neither he nor Maria Theresa spoke to Eva about the all‐night fucking games. She knew about it and that had to be enough, watching or participating was not important for her either.
Maria Theresa complained that the body to the cock was missing, she reached into the void when she wanted to embrace the lover as in the real copulation with her admirers. After a few failed attempts, he created the illusion as an exact likeness of himself with a more youthful appearance. His mind controlled the avatar, which M.T. received with respect, awe, and an insane feeling of happiness the first time. She cried with happiness the first time she exploded in his arms. She had learned from Mia to come during intercourse without touching her clit. Candor also shuddered with pleasure when his avatar made love to her for the first time. This spiritual incest was very fulfilling for both of them. Maria Theresa copulated with his avatar for the next ten years, even though she kept changing copulation partners in real life. On the one hand, she loved the variety, and on the other hand, she got involved in these arranged unions for the sake of her dad. Candor liked it very much, since the avatar did not have his real frailty, he could control its steadiness as he wished and could hurl the inexhaustible semen jet firmly into her cunt as desired at the end. He looked forward every evening to making love to Maria Theresa. When M.T. became impatient, she would grab Mia's privates with her fist and copulate with it quite vigorously, so that both Mia and the master were quickly exhausted. Mia couldn't explain how her cunt did a kind of handjob once and again to quickly release her and him. He saw it, of course, and smiled indulgently.
Of course, he continued afternoons with Dina, went to Eva's ordination twice a week, and had Roxane and Mia and Maria Theresa every evening. He was aware that this was quite a workload, but everyone took his age into consideration. Roxane had received successful therapies and new, more effective medications, so she was actively involved again and shared evenings with Mia in a sisterly fashion. She went to Rüdiger's for breakfast more often again and took him when she wanted. For Rüdiger, the beautiful fifty‐year‐old was much more attractive and exciting at the moment than Dina with her thickening belly. Roxane wasn't shy about doing it to herself first, because watching her made him wild and hard as iron. He copulated hard and firm with her, because she liked that a lot, and poured himself out in thick jets. It was good for his ego to watch Roxane convulse. He could still bring it with his enormous mace cock. Roxane was a little ashamed of herself for faking it for him. Still, it remained just sexual attraction for him, he loved Dina and Norbert with all his heart.
The master worked only half days and not every day. He had trained three employees so well that, as he had put it to his king, he could drop dead, any one of these three would be able to continue the greening project seamlessly. The king was pleased with this and always asked him to join him when difficult discussions came up. Of course, he couldn't resist asking Candor to hold off on dropping dead. Candor grinned and promised to receive his birthday present again next year. The king did not understand the allusion, he never thought of such trivialities.
The king could smile carefree again, Nima was fully recovered and the nights with the three of them were again as exciting as before. Once only, the king confidentially asked Candor to explain the intelligence chief's report to him. Candor explained quite plausibly how he had learned about an assassination attempt by a notorious serial killer and how he had lured him into a trap and slain him in self‐defense. No, he didn't enlighten the Princess de Tourneville until afterward, so she wouldn't get upset. "I wish I still had your vitality at 80!" said the king, gratefully squeezing both of the master's hands. However, the monarch continued, he would have preferred to be informed by the master himself and not by a low‐ranking official. Here the Master interjected that he had known the Major General for 20 years, had solved the murder of King Charles and Prince Louis with him, and would trust him with his own life without hesitation. The king smiled and nodded, then he came back to the prevented assassination and said that Kunze had already assigned more than 200 murders to the assassin. Shaking his head, he ended the conversation.
Roxane had resolved on the occasion of her 50th birthday to feel attractive again and visited the gym day after day. The master was amazed when he noticed after only half a year that her figure appeared 20 years younger. In combination with the better medicines she had regained her former sexual appetite and again became the main woman in the master's bed. Sometimes she visited Dina and Rüdiger and enjoyed her renewed sexual awakening.
Mia had finished her studies and was working as an assistant professor while her doctoral thesis on hydrogen engines was progressing well. She was completely unsettled about her intercourse with the master. More and more frequently, the invisible fist clutched her cunt and vigorously rubbed the master's cock. She remained motionless on his cock and let Roxane feel with her hand on her cunt how this strange handjob was going. Roxane laughed hornily and said she would like to be able to do that too! The insecurity drove Mia almost compulsively to have sex with all her fellow students and undergraduates. There were probably hundreds of them, which at least made her feel normal. But it also did her good to be so desired and envied by her female colleagues. That the students were often young and strong pleased her more and more. She mainly left it to Roxane to serve the master, because the latter just loved it when the invisible fist took possession of her cunt and her cunt noodled his cock. It was magic, the master assured her, only magic like that which kept his cock youthful–steadfast. And Roxane was happy to believe in magic and enjoyed their passionate intercourse with and without magic.
When M.T.'s fist was done with Roxane, the master could concentrate on creating the avatar and making love to her. She found that she had the best sex with her father's eternally young and potent avatar. She told him so again and again when she told him about her real admirers and showed him copulating in the mental video. He was very pleased that his daughter loved real sex with all her lust and sexual greed, fucked a long row of potent and steadfast young boys very passionately and did not get lost in reveries with his avatar.