**The Alpha's Decree**

The alpha's eyes still gleamed with a twisted light as he gazed at his nieces, his chest heaving with exertion. Varda and Velta felt a chill run down their spines as they realized that their uncle's depraved desires were far from over. The alpha's laughter still echoed in the air, sending shivers down their spines. As if summoned by the alpha's twisted thoughts, two beastmen entered the cavernous space, bowing low to their father. "Krag and Throk, my sons," the alpha said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I have a task for you. It's time for you to take your rightful place in our family's twisted traditions." Varda and Velta exchanged a terrified glance, knowing that they were about to be subjected to even more depravity. The alpha's sons, Krag and Throk, were massive and muscular, their faces twisted into cruel grins. The alpha gestured to his sons, who approached Varda and Velta with an unnerving eagerness. "You'll make excellent additions to our family's brood," the alpha said, his voice dripping with malice. "My sons will take good care of you, I'm sure." As Krag and Throk began to move towards them, Varda and Velta felt a wave of despair wash over them. They knew that they were about to be subjected to a fate worse than their mother's current predicament. The alpha, still horny from his earlier assault on Vora, called out to one of his beastmen. "Bring me Grizelda," he growled, his eyes gleaming with a twisted desire. "I need her... now." The beastman bowed and left, returning with Grizelda, a massive beastwoman with a cruel grin on her face. The alpha gestured to his throne, and Grizelda approached him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and excitement. The alpha sat back down on his throne, his chest heaving with desire. "Ride me, Zora," he growled, pulling Grizelda onto his lap. "I still have a strong appetite for you." As Grizelda began to ride the alpha, her movements slow and sensual, Varda and Velta felt a wave of revulsion wash over them. They knew that they were trapped in a living nightmare, forced to endure the twisted desires of their uncle and his beastmen. Krag and Throk, their eyes gleaming with excitement, approached Varda and Velta, their massive frames looming over the two sisters. Varda and Velta knew that they were about to be subjected to a fate worse than death, and they felt a wave of despair wash over them as they realized that they might never escape the alpha's twisted world.