Chapter 40 My husband's daughter is INTERSEX 4
The house had been quiet for two days. Valentina had been avoiding me, hiding in the shadows of the mansion like she always did.
But today, my husband had called everyone to dinner. Arthur was beaming. He sat at the head of the long table.
"I’m so happy to see you two living in harmony," Arthur said, reaching over to pat my hand. "It warms my heart to have my two favorite women under one roof."
I looked across the table at Valentina. She was stabbing her steak, her jaw tight. I leaned back and gave her a slow, wicked, teasing smile.
"Oh, baby," I purred. "I’m more than ready to bond with Valentina. She's an amazing person. And I promise you, I’ll bond with her in any way she wants. I'll make sure she feels... satisfied. Very satisfied while she’s here."
Valentina’s eyes snapped to mine. They were like snowflakes. She didn't say a word, but I saw the way her grip tightened on her knife.
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Later that night, the house was silent. Arthur was fast asleep, snoring softly beside me. I slipped out of the thick sheets, my heart racing.
I slipped on one of my robes, but underneath I made sure I was naked.
I walked through the dark hallways, my skin tingling with mischief. I was on my way to try my luck. Fingers crossed I succeeded.
I reached Valentina’s suite, looked around one last time. I didn't knock. I turned the handle, and it clicked open.
Perfect.
She hadn't locked it. I stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click.
She wasn't in the room. But from the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the shower running.
She was obviously taking her bath.
Everything seemed to be falling into place for me. I dropped the robe, stepping out of it. I walked to the center of her massive bed, naked, and sat down, my legs crossed, waiting for when she finished and met me there.
The shower stopped.
A minute later, the door opened.
Valentina stepped out.
Damn… my mouth watered.
She had a white towel wrapped tightly around her chest, covering her from her armpits to her mid-thigh. She stopped, frozen, when she saw me.
Her hand ran through her almost bald hair, which made her sharp jawline look even more intimidating.
“What the fuck!” she cursed. “What the fuck are— Get out," she rasped in a low, dangerous rumble. "Get the fuck out of my room!”
"I’m here for my reward, Valentina," I said, leaning back on my elbows.
"What reward?" she hissed, stepping closer.
"The reward for helping you off in the pool," I whispered. "I did a very good job, didn't I? I swallowed every drop for you. I was a good girl. I need my reward."
"I don't owe you anything," Valentina growled. "That was a one-time thing. You saw something you shouldn't have, and I handled it, you wench."
"Maybe," I said, sitting up and spreading my legs wide. Wide enough for her to see my pussy in the bright light of the room.
Her eyes— for a moment, I caught it— were glued there, fixed on my heat.
"But Valentina, don't you think you also owe me for enduring your father? Do you have any idea what it’s like? Months of no real sex. Months of rubbing against a soft, old man who can't even get it in."
Valentina’s face flushed with anger. "You take money for that! You’re a gold digger, Queen. That’s the price you pay for the diamonds and the cars."
I breathed, an exhale of acceptance.
"I am a gold digger," I admitted, my voice dropping to a low, needy tone. “I know that. But I love your father too much to cheat on him. I could have easily gone out of this house, gotten a callboy, anyone to fuck my aching pussy whenever I wanted. But…”
I paused. My eyes dimmed with pity.
“I won't bring an outsider into this house, Val. I wouldn't dare. But you... you’re a De-Lore. You have his blood. And you have something he doesn't."
I reached my hand down, digging it inside my cunt. Then I brought it out, wet and slick, fully coated in clear fluid.
"Do you see? See how wet I am? I’m starved, Valentina. I’m dying for a real touch.”
I stood up from the bed and walked toward her. She didn't move. She stood like a statue as I reached her. I was much shorter than her, looking up into those icy eyes. I reached out and ran my hand over the towel covering her chest, then slowly let my palm slide down the fabric.
I stopped when I felt it. Even through the heavy towel, her cock was already hard, a thick, pulsing pillar of heat and firmness.
"I can't have something this big and alive in this house and be starved," I whispered.
I reached for the bottom of the towel and parted it. It sprang out, dark and thick, throbbing with a life of its own. I ran my hand over the length of it, my fingers barely meeting around the girth.
"Please," I begged, my eyes narrowing as I looked up at her. "Make me your slut, Valentina. Punish me for manipulating your father. Punish me for being a gold digger. Do to me what your old man is unable to do. I want to feel how a real De-Lore fucks.”
I looked down at the hard length in my hand, and I saw it. A single drop of clear pre-cum slid out of the tip of her cock, glistening in the dim light. Valentina’s breathing became heavy. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides.
"Queen..." she groaned. I could hear her voice breaking.
"Please," I sobbed, taking the head of her cock in my hand and rubbing it against my stomach. "I need it. Please... I need you."
Valentina grabbed my shoulders, her grip so tight that I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. She leaned down, her face inches from mine, her eyes burning with a dark, possessive fire.
"If I start, I don't end," she warned, her voice a terrifying growl. "Not easily. I will use you until you can't walk. Until you run. I will empty myself in you over and over until you forget your own name."
I let out a long, shaky moan, my knees already buckling hearing those words come out of her mouth. "I don't want you to end. I want all of it. Every bit."
Valentina’s mask finally shattered.
"Get on the bed!" she roared.