Father's Notes

“This is wrong...” Teuta panted.

“I don't care, you're so beautiful and nice.” You gushed as you offered your first time to the willing priestess. Her dainty body laid under yours with her legs lifted, bent and spread off to the side as you pushed into with fast, inexperienced thrusts.

“I like you too, Hero-” She looked like she was about to say something, but covered her eyes with her forearm.

“But I'm a bit too late for second thought.” She inhaled, then exhaled deeply.

“You're doing good...”

“Have you done this before?” You asked, noticing her cheeks flush the moment you did. She nodded guiltily.

You shook your head and pulled her arm away. “I'm not a religious person.”

“But I am.” She stated, shutting down that argument.

You groaned and leaned down to kiss her as you felt like you were getting close. She wrapped her arms around you and kissed back, but innocently failed to use her tongue, just as you did. Instead it was just your lips locking together and sucking on the other's.

“I feel like I'm getting close. Are you?” You asked excitedly.

She smiled a weak and innocent smile and nodded. It seemed to be a lie, but it was enough in terms of reassurance for you to give in to your urge. You pulled free from her tight cunt at just the right moment. Silky white painted her belly with a few spurts. Teuta breathed softly and contentedly.

“It's nice.” She admitted.

“I feel like... We do this again?” She asked hopefully.

You blinked and looked at her like she was crazy for even asking. “Of course!” She chuckled and covered your mouth as you raised your voice.

“Weren't you the one that implored me to be quiet?” Teuta asked.

You nodded and thanked her a with a look. You took her hand and kissed it. You had expected more vocalization from her, based on what you remember hearing about sex, however she was far more subdued during your encounter. As they settled in to cuddle a little, they were jolted from their Stupor by a loud knock.

“Priestess. Priestess! Have you seen my Brother?”

“Shit...” You whispered.

“I-I'll climb out the porthole.”

Teuta gulped and nodded. She began hurriedly getting dress. “Please hold a moment, Hero. I need to get dressed.”

“We're both women.” Fiona shot down that excuse quickly, speaking through the door.

“Unless there's someone else in there?”

“With...” She watched you hastily pull your casual clothing on and slip out the window. You were good at climbing and there were handholds up most of the ship.

“All due respect.” She said comfortably once you were out of sight.

“I do not think that is any of your business.”

You climbed up over the edge. A few sailors chuckled to themselves as you tied your pants to keep them up fully. You were heading down, but were stopped on the way by your Mother.

“We're close.” She advised.

“I need you both to get ready.”

“Got it! I'm going to find Fiona now.”

“She was going to find you. What have you been doing all morning?”

You shook your head. “Not now, I've gotta go save someone.” You turned and hopped down the steps, then turned and casually approached Fiona on the other side of Teuta's door as though he had been looking for her.

“Hey, we're close. What are you doing?”

The girl stared you down suspiciously. “You? Where have you been?”

You shrugged. “I fell asleep somewhere above deck so I could look at the stars and feel the air. Problem?”

She huffed. “No. No problem. You just need to tell me what you're doing.” A soft smile crossed her lips and she moved to your side.

“I would've joined you. Maybe Jeane, too.”

“Jeane... Right.” You nodded. The two girls, Fiona and Jeane, for some reason got along swimmingly and you got the distinct impression that Fiona had very, very forwardly chosen you a partner. You had no idea how Jeane felt about that, but for you it made you want to avoid the Ciaren Aurar.

“I dunno about that. How's mom?” You asked because Fiona had the night shift.

She shrugged. “Mom is spending more time with Sam and she gets mad at me when I try to get between them.” She paused and looked to you seriously.

“I think we should do something about him.”

“I think we should figure out a way to drive them apart.” You agreed without really knowing what she was getting at. Fiona rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs ahead of you. As she left Teuta cracked the door. You smiled at her as she smiled back gently and winked at you.

-

Two ships rolled into the impressive bay. Trees with layered bark and palms dotted the shores. Sitting within the bay were impressive, blocky structures. You expected tribes but instead were treated to an impressive urban metropolis. Their port did not have the accommodations for the Orran ship, but the rest of the city seemed to be as good as any that you had seen. As you all left on the smaller landing craft you saw for the first time Beastfolk other than Dogs and Cats dotting the small fishing port. The two sides acquainted themselves easily. For the purpose of establishing contact, the Elves had joined with their own delegation, along with the Orran's, who represented most of the humans interests in the west thanks to his negotiating skills and the Nobles hesitance to step off their ship.

You thought that the city looked impressive from the water. From the ground the place was a hive of activity. Beautiful, bronzed people walked between shaded shops on thin streets and made way for you all as you were lead to the ones best suited to speak to you all. The buildings were made of a yellowish stone in some cases, and a white stone in others. In most cases the structures were two floors high with more residents lounging and observing them comfortably from a shady balcony on the second. As you passed stalls, a few of the braver locals pushed fruits into your hands. To be as brave as them you bit directly into them and got fibers in your teeth as you tried to get to the center. They held back laughter and you got the hint that they were to be peeled or split. However, you did get to the fruit itself and what you tasted was juicy and smooth. It would be a hit back home if the delegation could find a way to ship it.

You were all taken through high walls into a cool courtyard that seemed shaded in almost all directions. More sleekly dressed Beastfolk greeted you. Attending you was a meek Aniyub boy that introduced himself as Innad. It was from him that you learned that the people there were called Aniyub, with their tall Jackal ears and short tails and bronzed skin. Their eyes seemed universally to be shades of red, black or brown. The vast desert land they lived in was called Aniyufar and seemed to be far more like a continent the way Innad described it.

“Do your father or mother own this beautiful palace?” You asked.

He bristled a bit at the question, but for what reason you were not sure. “Mother. It's all my Mother's. She's the patrician here.”

“Does the Patrician rule your whole society?”

“The cities. Our Queen rules the Nation itself. My mother is negotiating with your man right now. I feel sorry for him.” He chuckled.

“Why?” Fiona asked.

“It seems you do not allow your women to lead you. I suppose it will be a bit jarring, but I believe your leader will likely buckle under the Pressure that Mother exudes.”

“Gosh, I hope so. That would make things easy.”

Innad looks to Marrien and bows deeply. “I'm sorry for not addressing you sooner, Madam.”

“Oh... That's fine.” The woman waved a hand at the boy. He smiled innocently.

“We are hoping that you could adopt our ways like the last outsider that came.” Innad mentioned offhandedly. All three of you perked up.

“The last? A man? Dark hair? Tall and lithe?” You described. Innad nodded.

“There was a man that came and quickly adjusted to the way of things. He submitted to authority easily, took down notes about our culture and left north along the Great River.

“Mom! That's awesome. We are literally on his trail.” You offered excitedly.

“It feels like it.” Marrien smiled and breathed gently.

As you were all conversing, the delegation from the Elves approached. The woman bowed shallowly at you, then whispered something in Marrien's ear.

“Princess... I believe that man runs on his own schedule.”

The woman your mother addressed as Princess was a foot taller than you with heavy breast and an attractive rear. Fiona pinched you for looking. She wore a silky gown with some decorations to show her status as Porish Royalty.

“What's wrong?” You asked.

The woman looked to you. “We would like to establish a firm, amicable relationship with these people. Our cultures are different, but they are close enough to the Porish way of freedom and openness that I believe we could be great partners.”

“Well, that sounds great.”

“But I am worried that your own representative will be trying to ply his own wiles and may in the process sour any agreements that could be made.” She gritted her teeth briefly before addressing you more formally.

“Apologies, Hero. I am princess Jadwa. Could you both see about making sure that he is not doing anything stupid?” She paused.

“With all due respect to our human compatriots.”

“None taken. I share your concern.” Marrien admitted.

“Yeah, I can do that. Innad, can you take me somewhere I can see.”

“I suppose.” The boy shrugged.

-

The Patrician stared up at the fat human. Her legs were too weak to allow her to rise. Her auburn eyes were wide and misty. She had never experienced such insolence, coupled with such strength and presence from a man. Her cheek was burning and her tail was wagging.

“Y-you...” She finally collected her senses and seethed.

“I-” He pushed his thumb between her lips abruptly and dared her to bite. She began to bite down but immediately felt her cheek again. She remembered his firm tone and the sensation of being brought low by him. It was nothing that could ever be felt in her society. The Matronly woman had absolutely no outlet for the feelings she was experiencing other than to submissively nibble down on his thumb, then give up.

“Good girl.” Sam cooed, rolling over her hears. She shuddered deeply and let out a low whimper that echoed in the empty hall. Before anything else, he gripped her smooth dark hair and began slowly lowering her to the ground.

“W-wait...” She begged, seeing the floor approaching. It was a perspective she was not used to at all.

“Please...” The Patrician whined. Despite her discomfort and her trepidation, her tail was wagging out of control. Her gold chains and jewelry jangled on the slow descent until finally her forehead was pushed into the ground between the man's feet. It was at that moment a crack formed. He ceased holding her. There was nothing stopping her from rising but she was frozen beneath him, subjugated by his masculine presence. Her whole body shook at the unusual sensation.

“This... This is impossible.”

“This?” Sam clicked his tongue.

“This is natural. Natural for your people... Natural for a woman. We're gonna deal with each-other. You're gonna tell everyone we're friends and that we're working things out. You're gonna exclude the elves and deal with me. Just me. Got it?”

“Yes...” She spoke into the ground.

“No.” He gripped her tell tightly and lifted her ass into the air. She gasped and let out a small yelp.

“You say, yes sir. Yes sir, Master Sam. This woman will eagerly obey your commands.”

-

Innad covered his mouth and began tearing up as you both watched the sight. He stifled a whimper. “M-mother... No...” You both heard her as she gave in and said in a very loving tone.

“Forgive me, Master Sam. This inferior woman will eagerly obey your Commands!” She said it excitedly, like she was still feeling out the position she was in, but was absolutely enjoying it.

“Damn...” You grunted quietly.

“We need to do something. How close is your mom to the queen?” You felt Sympathy for Innad for obvious reasons, even if Sam was technically on your side. The Elves would probably have something to say about all this.

“They- they are sisters...”

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