Fiona's

“Why do you want him as a pet?” You whispered.

“I didn't know you were...” You trailed off, unsure what to say. Fiona looked at you strangely.

“I was what? Benevolent? Kind? Thoughtful?” She shook her head and rested a hand on your shoulder. Between you both the Anayub passed a nervous glance back and forth while you spoke as though he was not there.

“If left alone, he is probably going to be taken by some Orran male. Look at him.” She turned and eyed the male up and down to prove a point. The boy shrunk slightly at the implication.

“Lets face it, this is a female dominated society, so if he has to be with someone, he would be most comfortable with me, not you and not some random man.”

The reasoning was on point, you thought. There was no real argument to be had. You could have probably pushed to take him for yourself, regardless, but you decided to not push the issue.

“What can I say except-”

“I'm right?” Fiona smirked.

“I know I'm right. You should listen to me more often, Brother.”

“Uhm...” Innad looked up curiously.

“You are with me now, Innad.” Fiona curled a hand under his thin bicep and pulled him towards her rather forwardly. The Anayub's eyes widened, but he did not seem to want to fight the decision. In fact, the way he looked up at Fiona was almost grateful. He smiled weakly and clung to her.

“Thank you, Fiona.” He offered.

Fiona smiled back sweetly and booped the jackal's nose; his eyes shut tightly as she did. “Now, that's fine for now but we're going to have to work on that. Is that how you would refer to women in your society?”

Innad was surprised at first, then he showed recognition of what she meant and nodded. “I'm sorry, forgive me!” He bowed his head respectfully.

Fiona ruffled his dark hair and looked to you. “I like him.”

“I'm... Glad?” You were not sure what to think. It may have just been that she never had an opportunity, but you never considered your Sister had this side to her. As soon as everything seemed to be settled Sam joined you both with Innad's mother. You were on the main road from the manor to the docks, so it was not odd for you all to cross paths. He was admiring the sights of the city.

“How are my two favorite Heroes?” He asked. Innad's eyes fell inevitably to Sam's hand rolling over his mother's rear. You could see his heart break again in real time. Odds were, in his society Sam was doing something unheard of to a woman of power in public and as broken as the woman seemed to be when you saw her last, she was glancing around, unable to hide her apprehension and embarrassment. She looked humiliated and not at all like the girl back at the Manor.

“Good. Is she-” You began to ask.

“She's fine. Perfectly fine. This is all part of the process. I think our Patrician thought that this'd be slow, right?” He looked at her in amusement.

“I thought... I would not be exposed like this.” She admitted.

Sam's gaze inevitably fell upon Innad. “How cute.” Sam complimented in a snide tone.

Fiona pulled Innad into her. He grinned and reached out slowly. Fiona inhaled as Innad began to look fearfully up at her. She pulled him into her chest and covered his long ears before shouting in a shrill tone.

“Hands OFF!” Fiona's eyes almost lit on fire and burnt a hole through Sam until he stopped his reach. All those in the street, especially the ones with long sensitive ears stopped, then turned away to go back about their business.

Both you and Sam and Innad's Mother jumped, though you could see a flash of approval cross her lips before that faded into discomfort. She was still on Sam's arm after all.

“Holy hells!” Sam gasped, pulling his hand back to hold his heart.

“What's wrong with you, girl!?”

“He is mine.” Fiona said simply.

“Touching things that are mine-” She smiled and glanced at you for less than an instant; her eyes simply flitted in your direction, then back to him.

“Leads to bad things happening. I promise.”

Sam shook his head and took a step back. “Noted.” He looked to you.

“Again, pleased by your decision, lad.” He complimented.

“Despite what Jadwa thinks, I didn't make it to help or hinder either one of you.”

“I respect that. Still. Pleased.” He nodded, then looked at his new toy.

“Aren't we?”

“Y-yes.” The woman submitted.

“Can I speak to her?” You asked.

“You can speak'r do whatever you want with'r. Unlike some people, I'm not too sensitive about others touchin' what's mine.” He eyed Fiona unsubtly. In response she lifted her chin and clutched Innad close like he was a stuffed animal. From the interaction he clung to her as well and seemed stuck to her. His eyes rested on in awe. You were happy to see that the Anayub almost managed to look content, even if still a bit fearful.

“Thanks.” You held out your hand. Innad's mother took it. You lead her off to the side.

“What's going on?” You asked her once out of earshot.

The Patrician huffed. “It was a... Momentary lapse in weakness. A mild curiosity that anyone could have thought to indulge in for a moment, without consequence. Power, the power I had, bred overconfidence. How could I have known?” She stared at you sadly.

“How could you not have known?”

She stared you down with a dominant aura that felt somewhat diminished by the fact that she was so cowed by Sam already. She gave up on trying to be intimidating and shook her head.

“We don't have dominant men. The concept is disgusting and taboo. To most...”

“But not you?”

The patrician blushed. “I... Have specific tastes that are difficult to fulfill. Or, at least they were.”

“I don't understand. Are you happy or unhappy?”

“I hate this! It's disgusting, he's disgusting.” She exclaimed, lowering her voice like one trying to 'shout' without waking their parents. A small smile crept across her lips.

“But... But does that not just make it all the more exciting? He does not care about what 'I' want. He just does what he wants and expects me to follow, nay, demands I follow.”

“You're selling out your kingdom doing this. Are you alright with that?”

She shook her head. “More than I anticipated. Your people are strong but... This is emblematic of an invasion. It would not have been much different if we resisted. Your people would have come in and perhaps if we fought, you would have joined in as well to defend you own.” You nodded in confirmation. She seemed satisfied with that response.

“There. I... Gave in for selfish reasons but I actually fully believe that my Sister and the main army can hold all of you off. Especially when you are split.”

“Aren't you just making up excuses? You're saying you gave in because you would have fallen anyway...”

She shuddered. “M-maybe... Does it seem pathetic to you? Does it seem weak?” She leaned close and took your hand in both of hers. Saliva was beginning to build behind her parted lips as she stared at you. You looked over to Fiona nervously. She observed and did not seem to care. Something about the woman did not rub her the wrong way the same it did when it came to you and Teuta.

“Fuck... Alright.” It was a moment of weakness, but you pulled her off to the side and indulged in the spoils of your side's 'victory' over her people. She laid on her back submissively with her legs spread apart and her ears twitching. You climbed over her. Her back arched like a cat as you entered her.

“I'm being- I'm being passed around like some common ****!” She gasped.

You leaned in and nipped at her nipple. She yelped. “Yeah? Is that also 'humiliating' for you?” You offered skeptically.

“It's so humiliating.” She whined.

You got the hint and took your fill of her body. You drank in the bronze-skinned Anayub woman. She was older than you. She was a mother with wide hips and breasts given to breastfeeding. You wrapped your lips around her other nipple and sucked hard. It was disappointing that nothing came forth. It must have been a long while since she had a child. It was possibly Innad was the last one. You wondered if she ever indulged since then. What his father and her husband must think, slunk down in a room while his wife is, as she called it herself, being passed around.

“You make me not feel so bad about what's happening...”

“You... Feel bad?” She questioned curiously. She wove her hand into your short dark hair and pulled your face between her heavy breasts as you continued pushing into her. She was slowly rising and falling with your thrusts and you could feel her heart rate. It was loud and fast.

“Of course...” You muttered into her breast.

“You should not.” She insisted, stroking your hair. She was a bit surprised when you came, but she embraced it, squeezing your cock tightly within her cunt as your balls filled her womb.

“What is happening here is the natural rule. The strong take the weak. We have taken our weak for many, many years. We have taken others. We have waged war on neighbors and taken them. What is happening is our comeuppance. If you believe in fate... If you do not, what it is is simply an inevitability. There is always someone greater. My Sister likely believes we are the greatest Kingdom in the world when our 'world' is so small.” She cocked her head to one side.

“It might be... Or it might not be.”

You got off of her and stuffed your cock back into your pants. “It might be...” You wondered if it was the right choice to remain passive but decided it best to stick to your decision, regardless. The Patrician seemed to be unsure of her people's overall victory or defeat. As you were helping her up Sam called out.

“Don't let'r put'r clothes back on! I want'r dripping for'r subjects.” You shrugged and pulled her up quickly, then passed her back off to Sam.

“M-my clothes. Oh no...” She tried to sound indignant but you understood the truth. She latched on to Sam as Innad did to Fiona.

You wandered over to Fiona. Innad was at her side with her hand resting affectionately on his head stroking up and down one of his long ears.

“Surprised you didn't have anything to say about that.” You were still buttoning up. She made a point of looking down and watching. When you were done she offered a shrug.

“Why should I care if you wet yourself with whores? The woman is like an object to you, I can tell.” As she said that, Innad whimpered.

“Oh hush.”

“Seems like there's a possibility the Orrans lose.”

“Their loss is the elves gain, and ours. We're playing both sides, remember?”

You felt like you got a small insight into how she saw the events and it diverted from yours. You shook your head ad corrected her. “No, we're neutral, remember?”

Fiona smiled sweetly. “Of course, Brother.”

Innad spoke cautiously. “Could you... Maybe help my people? Both of you?” He flinched as Fiona got behind him, pulled him into a loose hug and rocked him slightly as he stood.

“Nope.” She answered simply in a cute tone. The Anayub frowned.

“That's fine, isn't it?”

“It is fine, yes.” He relented. It was clear to you that Innad had barely any resistance to Fiona as a woman, even if she was also an invader.

“I'm... Returning to the ship until we're set to move on to the Capital.” You explained.

Fiona closed her eyes and nodded. “You should go talk to Jeane. She's nice. Way nicer than anyone else , other than me.” Fiona opened her eyes as you were about to turn. She stared into you.

“Will you?”

“Y-yes. I will go see what she's up to.”

She breathed relief. “Good.”

-

You took one of the small rowboats back to the ships anchored in the Harbor and climbed aboard. Your sisters behavior was starting to worry you. You could speak to Jeane, either out of some sense of submission to her demands or a desire to figure out what those two talk about. Alternately, you knew Teuta's door was open to you. You figured her wisdom could be useful, and her body was not too bad while you were there.

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