Family Business 12.1: Delilah Interlude 1 (Patreon)

Family Business
Interlude: Delilah, Leader of Jorasmang Vastayan

-VB-

Delilah.

That was her name.

She was a proud warrioress, and fought against the Noxians in the last Ionian-Noxus War. Life proved to be harsh but she survived.

Many others hadn’t. Where other warriors had focused on taking the fight to the Noxians, she led the refugees to a safer land because no one else in her homeland had even thought of that. They forgot that not everyone was a warrior.

Somehow, she got in contact with a rich Ionian in Demacia and led her people there, far away from the ruins of the Noxian invasion.

She quickly learned that it might have been a mistake. Demacians hated magic. They abhorred it, and all Vastayans were, to a degree, magical. It was in their heritage, blood, and routines.

She feared that she led her people to a new enslaver, but somehow, that same fellow Ionian helped her find the one place in Demacia where her people would not be discriminated against and enslaved.

Jorasmang City.

Just outside of its city, she met her patron… or should she say patroness. She came with her husband, the Count of the Jorasmang County and the city.

Her patron and patroness, Delilah learned, proved to be powerful.

But she also knew that much of her and her people’s future depended on her and their work. She told them so. She made sure that they didn’t offend the people of Jorasmang City. She made sure they were respectful and polite. It was enough to get her and her people’s neighbors to like them, to speak out on their behalf.

“They are trying their best to become Demacian.”

“They are like us.”

“So what if they have some extra appendages?”

“They make better beer than the next town over. That’s good enough for me.”

Delilah knew that it wouldn’t be enough. There were others, richer people, who saw their appearance as something that would make them lose their control. Something that would make them be hated by other Demacians outside of the city.

“The Great City of Demacia will not look upon us kindly for this.”

“The King will be sure to tax us more.”

“Fucking furries.”

She could sympathize with them because they were just trying to make their lives less worse, but she couldn’t let her sympathy get in the way of her and her people’s survival.

So she was here in her lord’s manor, doing perhaps the only thing she could do to ensure her people’s survival. She knew that simply working as a soldier wasn’t enough. Being the best wasn’t enough. Not here. Not in a land hostile to her and her people.

“M-Milord-!” she squirmed and squeaked as her body lurched forward, only to be brought back and then pounded forward again from her rear.

It was to her relief that her lord’s wives were understanding of her approach to their lord. They allowed it, though both promised retribution if she approached him only for some quick money and power.

Survival was worth more than that.

With her rear held up and her face in the bed, Delilah found herself on the receiving end of the count’s thrusts. Despite the fact that he was only human and younger than her, he was strong, strong enough to manhandle her body however he wished.

It’s been an hour already, and exhaustion crept at the edge of her vision as did her sweat.

She gritted her teeth as she felt another climax coming, and -!

Her grip on the bed sheet tightened as she moaned like a wanton slut as her lord’s seeds spurted into her.

Delilah came today deliberately because she was … fertile. Her lord wouldn’t pass up on the chance to have fun with her like he did with his wives. She knew that she was playing a dangerous game…!

She moaned as her own body twitched and arched as her own orgasm sent her vision reeling into the white and then back.

Naked as the day she was born, Delilah had made herself the count’s concubine. This was … perhaps the most humiliating thing as a warrior like herself could reduce herself to. To give up the way of the sword and bow and become some power monger’s breeding bunny.

This is the best I can do for my people, she thought as her lord flipped her over and caught a handful of her tit in one hand and sucked her nipple on the other tit. He was sliding in and out of her again.

This was only the third night she’s given herself to him, and as such, she knew fully well that she would be getting no sleep tonight.

“M-milord…!” she moaned. She didn’t moan because it would arouse her lord or anything bootlicking like that. No, she moaned because she genuinely enjoyed her lord’s touch.

She flinched and whimpered as he gently bit and rolled her nipple between his teeth and pinched the other nipple with his fingers.

He milked her tits like that, and she laid there, taking his dick.

She knew that he fully intended on breeding her. What lord wouldn’t like a fit warrioress to breed?

She just hoped that he would be kind to her future children, even if they would be born not for love but her people’s survival.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled back and gripped her wrists. He pulled them towards him as he leaned just a bit back and pounded into her hastily.

She whimpered, and then gasped as her back arched when her lord loaded her with more of his seed.

Her own body twitched and trembled with the high of the carnal pleasure before crashing down on the bed. She gasped with wide open unseeing eyes.

She’d thrown her warrior’s pride away. She wondered how much lower she’d go. Would her lord treat her like a pet? Put a leash on her neck and parade her around?

She … realized that he wouldn’t do anything humiliating like that, but the fear was still there.

And the resigned horror resonating within her told her that if her lord wanted to do that, she couldn’t - wouldn’t - refuse.

As her lord pulled her up so that she would ride on top of him, Delilah knew that she wouldn’t refuse.

As she kissed him, she realized as much as her people were the reason for her initial approach, she appreciated how soft and gentle he was with her.

She realized if he asked her to do things that no warrior would think to do… she would do it for him.

Mar cummed in her again, and she closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth inside and outside of her, as she drifted off to sleep.