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Family Business
Chapter 13: A Trouble and A Curse

-VB-

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My public acceptance of magic, whether this took the form of literal magic-infused refugees, encouragement of accepting magic, or dismissing concerns regarding magic, eventually came to a head merely half a year after I accepted the vastayans.

It wasn’t the king. Oh no, the king loved me for the influx of wealth that was starting to grow noticeably. Sooner or later, my tax exemption would run out and he would see the benefits of the growth.

No, it was also not the conservative nobility. Though they were against magic, a part of their slogan was also “decentralized governance,” so they kept their mouths shut about magic in my territory. The same could not be said about magic in their territories; as my tolerance and acceptance of magic and magical folks rose, so too did their intolerance and persecution.

No, it was not the greedy, the hateful, or even the religious within my county. Those who acted on their beliefs and ideas already knew what happened if those actions hurt people. Capital punishments were a thing, and my people knew that I “didn’t need no stinking magic to make you squeal.” They feared the iron more than they feared magic they rarely got to see, especially more so after I “volunteered” many vastayans into serving as healers in clinics and hospitals.

No.

It was Vayne. The bitch wasn’t even afraid of the laws that allowed nobility to execute any commoner that dared to raise their hands against them. She wasn’t afraid of the entire kingdom.

No.

She broke into my home with murderous intent.

Too bad for her, I had precautions.

-VB-

Within one of the many corridors of my Jorasmang Manor, a battle took place.

The mineral oil around me coiled like a snake before striking away at the deadly bolt that attempted to pierce through my left eye socket. The bolt snapped and flew away, but four more flew towards me like angry hawks.

I stepped away, and parried the second with my left sword while my magic-infused mineral oil guardian swallowed the other two bolts into its massive and dense body, stopping them cold in their tracks. Then in an instant later, it shot them back out towards the intruder. The first bolt missed as the intruder dodged, but the second caught their hoodie, pinning her clothes to the wall.

I saw her and knew that she was Vayne. There was no mistaking those red tinted glasses, that tight leather combat suit, and the lustrous long black hair. That and the crossbows. Definitely the crossbows.

More bolts wheezed through the air as the woman reloaded her crossbows in record time, and my oil guardian (one use defensive measure that lasted only thirty minutes but took a hundred gold coins in reagents to make!) once again took the bolts before spitting them back out at her.

Unlike her bolts, my guardian’s water pressure fired bolts flew faster.

I saw Vayne grit her teeth. She knew that with my guardian, she had little to no chance.

No chance if she continued to fight me as she was.

There was a click and then she went invisible.

I directed the guardian to wrap around me even as I pulled out three different corked flasks from within my coat.

Vayne appeared behind me, and I only saw that because a trail of her cloak gave her away as she came out of her stealth. I whirled around, but she had her giant crossbow out.

“Oh fuck-!”

She fired.

The bolt, as thick as my forearm and twice as long, punched right through the guardian, striking down the crystal core. It dissolved around me as she tumbled forward with her smaller crossbows drawn.

As the oil splashed onto her and me, I broke one of the three flasks and splashed her with it.

Immediately, she froze as the oil crystallized and halted all of her movement. Even so, she had crossbows aimed and fingers free.

Two bolts flew and struck the coat I wore, making me stagger, and then slid right off. Her eyes widened.

“You tricked me,” she hissed. I did make her think that I was solely reliant on the guardian.

“Yup,” I said as I stood to my full height. I kicked her in the chest, and she fell down, still in the frozen form. She grunted out in pain, no doubt having experienced far worse than a mere flash freeze. I knelt down next to her, uncorked the second flask, and forced her mouth open. I forced everything down, and when she fell unconscious from the anesthetics, I uncorked the last flask and splashed it all around us.

The magic-infused mineral oil dissolved into harmless gas and floated out of the broken window Vayne used to get into the house.

“Whew,” I muttered. “It’s over.”

I sat down on my ass, but not before snapping my fingers.

The barrier that I had made the moment Vayne attacked me came undone, and the corridor that had been dark, dimly lit, and unmanned changed. The barrier, something that covered the entire corridor, broke, and bright light from either end of the corridor flooded in. Men and women - soldiers, maids, butlers, and my wives - rushed to the scene. The soldiers were quick to bind Vayne, take away her weapons, and strip her down to the bare necessities before taking her away.

Sona and Lux, both now pregnant, fretted over me.

“I’m fine,” I waved them away. “But thanks.”

“You just fought a lunatic! You are not fine!” Lux objected.

Sona couldn’t speak, but the way she glared at Vayne as the soldiers took her away spoke much about her feelings on the matter. She turned to me. “{What will you do to that wench?}”

I thought about it. “We’ll discuss this in private.”

They nodded, and helped me get to our room.

-VB-

“You want to make her your mistress?” Lux hissed with a narrow-eyed glare. “Why?!”

“She’s a powerful fighter in her own right. She was just unlucky to go up against me, who doesn’t follow the usual paradigms and combat styles of magicians.”

“That changes nothing about having a xenophobic, magiphobic, and murderous woman as your mistress. She’s more likely to slit your throat than anything else!”

I scoffed. “Exactly.”

That brought up both a ranting Lux and a quiet but equally outraged Sona up short.

“Huh?”

“{Can you explain, dear?}”

“Sure. Vayne has the backings of multiple anit-magic nobles.”

Their eyes widened.

“How else would she have gotten away with killing citizens of the kingdom for so long? Never mind good and productive citizens?”

Shauna Vayne, of the House of Vayne, was a controversial figure. She was also a wanted figure for the murder of many citizens, commoners and nobility alike, of the Demacian state and its vassals. She’s been hiding and hunting down magicals for the past five years or so. It was only because my city and I were low on her list of targets that I haven’t been hit until now.

“I just made myself too big of a target recently,” I hummed.

“How does that make her worthy of being your mistress again?” Lux demanded.

“It’s a simple matter to mind control her and alter her perception.”

Lux paused. “You can do that?”

“Magic can do many things, my dears. It’s only that I haven’t done any such things around you.”

She frowned. “Have you…?”

“Not really, unless you want to consider killing bandits and pirates a bad thing.”

“Nope.”

“{I do not.}”

“Then we’re good.”

“So… why her?”

“Turning her into my woman, brainwashed or not, removes a threat to me, our family, and my people. It deprives the anti-magic forces of a willing asset.”

“Anything else?”

“She’s sexy, and I need a stress reliever while you, Sona, and Delilah are out of commission.”

She huffed. “Fine. And what about any child you make with her?”

“They’ll be bastards through and through, but I will be taking care of them. I won’t force you to.”

She sighed.

Sona spoke up. “{You will be pulling more women into the harem, won’t you?}”

“Yup.”

Sona sighed exasperatedly. “{Can we have some authority on the matter? I hate to see some random tramp in the house.}”

I gave her my thumbs-up. “Yes.”

-VB-

Her eyes opened slowly, and Shauna hissed as bright lights irritated her eyes.

‘Where am I…?’ she thought before the memories of her failure came to the forefront of her mind like a fire blast. Her eyes snapped open and she tried to sit up.

But she couldn’t.

She struggled, realizing that she had been tied down to a metal table. The restraints were too tight. She couldn’t move even an inch of her head.

“Hello, sunshine.”

Her eyes snapped to her left.

It was him! The count who was corrupting Demacia!

“You-!” she hissed.

He held up a flask.

Her lips shut tight as she remembered what a similar flask had done to her.

“Shauna Vayne of the House of Vayne. You attacked a hereditary Count in his own home. You do know what that means in the eyes of the Demacian laws, yes?”

“You are magic! You deserve to disappear!”

“Your parents died to a literal demon that magicians try their hardest to fight against. You are stupid.”

She gritted her teeth.

“But you have choices. Due to your actions, I can bring you out and execute you even without the permission of a king. You are a criminal who committed many of the worst crimes in Demacia, repeatedly.”

“And make me a martyr? And you say I’m dumb.”

“No, you see, I have this thing called a bronze casket. I drop you in it, and set the casket over a fire.”

Blood rushed out of her face and she froze as the horror of the execution method registered. “You’re a barbarian…!”

“And I will invite the families, friends, and associates of everyone you killed. That’s a lot of people, by the way. I would have to write over a thousand invitations and wait for a month, and while we wait, I’ll have you be locked in a metal stockade, naked. People like entertainment, you see.”

Her anger bubbled.

“Or you can drink this flask,” he jiggled the flask again. “It’ll change you.”

He said no more on the matter.

“Just for reference, I prepared an example of how the execution would go.”

Shauna felt the metal table turn vertically, and saw a man - a criminal - be forced into a human-shaped casket.

She heard the criminal scream inside the casket as he burned to death slowly. He banged against the casket but there was no escape.

And then she smelled pork.

Her stomach churned.

“No magic just like you want it. Instead of a painless death of disintegration magic can give you, you die slowly in one of the most mundane ways to die: by burning.”

“And … the flask?”

“You change.”

“Nothing else?”

“Nothing too significant. You won’t burn to death like you deserve. You did kill over twelve magical healers, who were responsible for saving over a thousand lives. That’s a lot of people who want you dead.”

She would rather die but not like that.

“... the flask.”

The metal table turned and became horizontal again, and he uncorked the flask.

As he fed her its sweet content, she felt sleep come back.

‘I guess this is the end for me…’

…

Her eyes opened.

She was still on the metal table, though there were no more straps. The count was still there, smiling down at her lecherously.

“Morning, sunshine.”

She leapt off of the table and backed away. She landed and noticed that she had white cotton shirt and faded yellow linen short pants.

“I thought you changed me.”

“I did.”

“Then-”

“Come here.”

She didn’t know why she obeyed those words. It felt good to do what he asked her. She quickly pushed off of the ground, walked around the table, and stood in front of him. She was a little shorter than him.

“Shauna, you’re going to be my mistress.”

She felt her cheeks warm. Why? She killed people with magic.

“I made you into a better person,” he said as he slowly set his hands on her waist. He leaned towards her ear. “I made you want me.”

She clenched her hands. “T-that’s it then? Just a doll for you to enjoy…?”

“Yes. If it helps you feel better, I made sure that you are now far more sensitive than before,” he whispered. “So get on the table and strip.”

Even as she hated herself, she did as He asked. She got on the table, pulled her shirt off and then her pants.

He pulled his own clothes off of himself. “Lay down.”

She did.

He got on top of her, hovering over her.

“Spread your legs, Shauna.”

She did, holding them apart as she felt His thing brush against her womanhood.

She flinched as He rubbed her clit and trembled in pleasure as He went faster.

Then He pushed His thing into her, and she gasped.

Her gasp turned into a squeal as He kept pushing in and in and in-!

Shauna choked as He hit the deepest part of her she didn’t even know about.

“You’re tight and sexy…!” He hissed before pulling out of her slowly and abruptly slammed Himself back in. Her back arched and she whimpered. “A sexy, athletic mistress!” Her mind went numb with his words and touches. He groped and pinched.

Then he picked up his pace, and her ass clapped with each of His thrusts. She mewled as He pinned her to the table by her wrists and forced his lips on hers. She eagerly opened her mouth.

‘Oh, I’m a whore,’ she thought dejectedly as this vile man made her His. ‘He’s used his magic to make me His whore!’

She squealed as she climaxed at the thought and then her eyes rolled back as she felt His dick throb as it shot into her His seeds.

He pulled off of her, letting go of her wrists, and slid his hands down her hourglass figure.

“You, Shauna Vayne, are my property as dictated by the laws of transgression and reparation. Your body will be for my use and my use only. You will obey me, then my wives, and finally any others I put in charge of you. For now, you will only obey me. You will prepare yourself everyday to be used for my pleasure,” He cooed before he leaned down again. “I’m going to make you pump out children year after year. I expect you to keep your figure, understand?”

“Y-Y-yes…” she whimpered out, still coming down from her first ever sex.

“Good, good,” he said as he stroked her sides before grabbing her wrists and straightening himself. He pulled her arms down and began pumping her again.

Her eyes rolled over into her head as her senses overloaded with pleasure before she climaxed quickly.

He flipped her around, raised her ass, and began slamming down into her from above.

She screamed in ecstasy, no longer able to contain herself. “TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!” she screamed before she gasped and mewled as her third orgasm sent her mind over the edge.

…

When she woke up again, she found herself feeling clean and soft. There was a comforter over her body and a soft mattress underneath her.

She closed her eyes as she felt tears well up.

She knew her place now. She was no longer a hunter.

She was a whore to be used for His pleasure. She no longer had her freedom.

Shauna Vayne let her tears fall even as the sound of her master’s voice entering her room to use her once more made her body hot.

She got up from the bed and smiled.

“Welcome, master.”