Fief - Alan 5

Fief

Alan 5

-VB-

The next day, I teleported into the basement dungeon, and found Mary sitting on the bed. Her hands gripped her knees, and she looked down at the floor.

She heard me take a step forward, and her head snapped up. Her eyes were a little puffy, tear streaks on her cheeks ruined some of her natural appeal, but I couldn’t help but think that Mary was as pretty as when I first took her from her house. 

I didn’t say anything. 

I just grabbed her by her shoulders and tossed her to the bed roughly. She shrieked in surprise before she began to beg me for mercy. I ignored her scream as I ripped her pajamas off of her. I tossed the torn clothes aside, and allowed myself to marvel Mary’s body. 

Her peach skin almost shined, and when my hands caressed her sides even as she tried to dig into the mattress in a vain attempt to pull herself away from me, I noticed how soft her skin was. 

I wanted to get right into the main course right now, but I didn’t want to do anything raw without lube. 

Grinning, I held my finger up for a second before pulling her legs apart, and thrusting my fingers into her.

I pulled and raked at her insides. Mary cried and whimpered as I pumped her. At the same time, I pulled her waist up while leaving the rest of her to lay on the bed, then brought my face down, and finally began to lick and suck on her clit. 

The ginger beauty began to cry out not in dejection and desperation now but unwanted pleasure coursing through her. 

Then she spasmed and shrieked before going slack.

Her vagina was plenty wet now.

It was time.

I laid her ass back down on the bed and then pulled my clothes off of myself and tossed them aside. 

When my throbbing dick laid on top of her, Mary snapped out of her daze and looked down.

“T-That’s not going to fit!” she whimpered out as her hands clutched at the bed sheets. She shook her head. “You’re too big!” 

“Your opinion has been noted,” I growled before pulling back just a bit to line myself up with her bucking hips, and pushed in.

Mary’s ember eyes shot open and gasped desperately as I pushed one inch after another. 

I made it only halfway in before the tip of my dick hit her cervix. I frowned even as I decided to push no further. I didn’t want to ruin Mary; she was mine to enjoy and care (or ravage), and a ruined woman was not one I could enjoy. 

My frown turned into a grin when I noted blood.

“You were a virgin, huh?” 

I moved, and she shrieked and cried. I groped both of her boobs and pinched her nipples as I began to pump her. 

She was so much smaller than me. She was six foot tall, but because of how big I was, each of her breasts fit into my hand easily, and her legs couldn’t even wrap around my waist tightly. 

I didn’t know how long I was at it, but somewhere down the line, Mary orgasmed and stopped crying. She looked away from me with half-lidded tear-leaking eyes and open lips with drool dripping ever so often.

I came into her, and pulled her, watching in self-satisfied fascination at her gapping clenching and unclenching vagina. 

Seeing how sweaty both of us were, I carried her to the bathroom attached to the basement dungeon. I cleaned her in the shower, dried her, and left her in the basement (I wondered if I should leave some books with her).

-VB-

I came back to use her every night since then, and Mary had changed. At first, she tried to keep herself numb to the sensation. She tried to distance herself. 

But I spent an entire night just pleasuring her. Make her want me.

And then I left her alone for a week, only teleporting in and out to leave her food and water. 

When I came back after that week, she was on me, begging me to not leave her alone. When I took her that night, I saw Mary enjoy herself as I used her.

Since then, she’s been a loyal concubine, spreading her legs and opening her mouth whenever I called for it.

Just like now.

Mary whimpered as I took her from behind, pumping into her asshole furiously while one of my arms wrapped around her neck and the other supported both of us. Her hands gripped at the arm wrapped around her neck.

Because of how small she was compared to me, I couldn’t kiss her even if I wanted to in that state; I wasn’t a contortionist. Taking her asshole and filling her up would have to do.

And I did just that. After a minute of furious thrusting, I slammed into her and jizzed into her rectum, earning myself a choked gasp before Mary mewled out when I pulled out of her. I turned her around before thrusting back into her asshole, hilting myself completely instead of only halfway as it would have been with her vagina. She whimpered.

“Who’s a bitch are you?” I asked her as I groped her breast with my left hand. I massaged, squeezed, and pinched, and Mary shivered in pleasure.

“Y-Yours…” 

My right hand caressed her stomach. Her swollen stomach.

It’s been two months since I kidnapped her, and in that time, I learned something new: I can get a woman pregnant despite being a monster cape. 

So now, Mary, my basement dungeon bitch, was pregnant with my baby. 

“Yes, you’re my bitch,” I growled into her ear. “I’m going to take you every night. I’m going to make you bear my babies year after year…”

She shivered. As I pulled back, I saw her close her eyes and enjoy the rhythmic thrusts in her asshole.

“So what are you going to do when I tell you to spread your legs?” 

She didn’t say anything. Her eyes fluttered open and met mine with a lustful stare and her legs spread just a bit wider. 

“When I tell you to wrap them around me?”

Her legs just barely wrapped around my waist.

I leaned down and kissed her like a lover, even if the truth was that she was a sex slave desperate to not be left alone. Closing her eyes, she moaned into my mouth appropriately and wrapped her arms around my arms.

It wasn’t long before she squealed as we climaxed together.

Mary’s eyes fluttered open tiredly and sleepily.

I ignored the signs of her exhaustion and thrusted away into her.

Mary whimpered but that was the extent of her protest. 

-VB-

For two months now, I’ve been laying low while allowing the city and its cape scene to reorganize itself in the aftermath of my explosive arrival onto the scene. 

The most immediate and important aspect of change was the title. Brockton Gazette gave some excuse as to why “Red Thief” had been a misnomer and began to call me “Scarlet Earl,” or just Earl for short. I thought the title was a bit pretentious, but the Gazette had “reasoned” that I had publicly claimed territory and ousted an invasion like the nobles of old defended the fringe territories of a kingdom from invaders. 

The other reasoning was a simple photo taken by a bystander at the time of my clash with the Empire Eighty-Eight, showing me in all of my newly acquired werewolf glory and the blood of my enemies. 

When they put it like that, I thought it was a good choice for a title. I said so to the editor-in-chief when I visited him a month ago.

The man frothed like a rabid dog when I also told him that he should expect a grandchild to come visiting.

I chuckled at that good memory before I turned back to the spectacle of the night. 

Not too long ago, a cape calling himself the Marquis, the very same cape who would become the father of Amelia Lavere, stood up to Allfather as the man took to the streets of the Docks to avoid me. Marquis challenged Allfather to a duel to stop the man from continuing his racist rampage across the two sectors of the city… and beat the absolute shit out of him.

And just like I had, Marquis declared the Docks to be his.

After I watched Allfather and his ilk turn and run away, I dropped down to the ground.

Marquis turned towards me quickly, but he didn’t snap like he would have in surprise, like he had during the fight when Weisstark blindsided. No, he looked at me as if he expected me.

“Scarlet Earl.”

“Marquis,” I grunted out in reply. I pretended to survey the battlefield. “Did a number of the local business.”

The man sighed. “It wasn’t my intention, but Allfather was not willing to abide by my rules.”

“Oh?”

Behind his skull-like mask on top of the businessman-like suit he wore, he grinned, or so his tone implied. “Leaders such as ourselves, regardless of our affiliation, should be above petty show of power.”

I thought about it, scratching my beardless chin. “I disagree.”

“Oh?” it was his turn to question me with a sound, but his tone had shiftly changed. The man did not like being challenged, hmm?

“I am a lord,” I began. “And as a lord, I want everyone to know that I am one, especially in a city like this that can’t tell a petty thief from a powerful lord.” It was a jab at the Brockton Gazette, but it was also a warning to Marquis. While nothing was confirmed by the Gazette, rumors abound of my actions. 

“Does that include blackmails and kidnapping women?” 

“One woman-”

Before I got to even finish my sentence, Marquis jabbed his right arm at me like a straight punch, except bones extended from his fingertips to strike at me.

In response, I transformed into my tetrabrachius canine - aka the four-armed werewolf form - and then gave Marquis a surprise.

My radius bones broke painlessly within all four of my arms and then jutted out of the skin, again painlessly. From those exposed bones, more bones formed seemingly from nowhere and wrapped around my arms like bracers. 

And Marquis, despite his surprise, tried to use the exposed bones for his own use but in vain. His body froze in shock as my bones refused to listen to him just as my copy of his power refused to work on his bones.

I parried the incoming bone lance, smashing it aside, and finished the bone armor. The bones jutted and netted themselves on top of me, forming unnatural bone formations. 

“There’s one thing you need to know about me, Marquis,” I growled. “Whatever you can do, I can do better.”

Then I lunged. 

My jump cratered the ground with how heavy I was with extra bones that had formed from nothing. I sped across the street, crossing nearly a hundred foot on two hands and feet, before I was upon the self-styled Marquis.

To my surprise, he didn’t move. Instead, he stood his ground and met my charge.

By springing a bone spike trap that shot out of the ground. 

The bones struck my abdomen and managed to stop me with great effort. 

Marquis still hadn’t moved. Or rather, his two feet hadn’t, staying in the same spot.

I jumped back. “Clever. Bones from your foot?” I asked.

He nodded. 

I laughed. “Alright the-” I stopped when my canine ears heard a rather familiar sound. 

Police sirens.

I groaned. “Argh. Fucking cops,” I grumbled before I turned to Marquis. “I’m not going to let that unwarranted attack go, and I will eventually make you pay for it, however little.”

Marquis had the balls to chuckle. “Ah, but you’ve already copied my power. Shouldn’t that suffice for payment?” he asked darkly.

I thought about it. “You know what? Sure. I better not hear you complaining about me copying your power then, unlike Allfather.”

“And-” he spoke up. I glared at him in irritation. “- a promise from you to not engage in criminal activities within the Docks. They are my territory, and while you may not think noblesse oblige to be your calling, it is mine in what limited capacity I will serve it.”

I continued to glare at him for a moment before allowing the bone armors to dissipate, crumbling into nothing before they hit the ground. Then I undid the werewolf transformation. 

The police siren was closer. The police were harmless to me, but I didn’t needlessly need to kill people who were just doing a job, not just good but necessary for a functioning society. Oh, if they shot me, then their lives were forfeit, but until then…

“Bah, have the Docks,” I said with faux disgust. “It’s not like I want more territory.”

“... Then what do you want?” he asked me as I walked away.

“More powers for my collection!” I shouted back at him and then teleported away. 

It was the truth after all.