THIS IS AN X RATED STORY THAT INVOLVES COERCION, RAPE, INCEST, AND FETISH CONTENT SUCH AS LOLICON, SHOTA, MILF, IMPREGNATION, AND POSSIBLE OTHERS. EVERY CHARATER IS 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER, AND ANY TEXT THAT SUGGESTS OTHERWISE IS A FUCKING TYPO. THIS IS FICTION. NOTHING IS REAL. DO NOT REPEAT ANY OF THIS SHIT IN REAL LIFE, MAY DEATH FIND THAT FUCKER QUICKLY AND MAY HE SUFFER AS HORRIBLY AS HE POSSIBLY CAN.
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The snow was melting fast as the days got warmer. Winter was coming to an end and I couldn't have been happier, because it was time to start all the real work. The first item on the list was to fix the roads, and for that job, I spent many days in Mackdale talking to as many locals as I could figuring out just who was good at what, where I could use them, and who they would work well with.
I was able to settle on a mason that was well known around the town, named Tiyun. The man was pretty hard to convince due to him being so focused on his work, but after a few days of debate he heard me out, and when I gave him the plan he was taken aback. I don't think he expected me to be so thoughtful about the plan and about the process. The part of the plan that especially intrigued him was the part where we use the militia for labor.
The militia isn't doing anything besides getting drunk and doing the bare minimum of training. Building roads isn't exactly something militia men are good at, but they need to be doing something, and building roads might not make them better soldiers, but it will certainly give them something to do and new skills to learn if they ever decide to do anything else.
Arranging everything took days, and getting the soldier to work with Tiyun took two weeks. Captain Tyrone was especially adverse to the orders and wasn't going to carry them out but changed his mind after he realized I would make a special exception for him. It seems he didn't want to be the only one left out of the work for fear it would make his men lose respect for him, a complete victory for me.
The first of the roads they built were pretty shit, but Tiyun made them redo them until they got it right. This of course, caused a fight to break out between Tiyun and Tyrone with Tyrone ending up in the dirt. It seems that Tiyun was a pretty tough old fuck. Sourcing the stone was the hard part. The Fermillion territory doesn't have any mountains, mines, or caves, so our stone supply was small which in of itself was useful to know.
Stone wasn't the only thing we were lacking. Wood was also scarce as well as minerals and other things. Infrastructure was going to be a long process, but just the fact we were doing something was good enough for now. The more problems we run into, the more I'll know how to solve.
I'm not even sure what my ultimate goal is in getting the roads working. Right now… I'm trying to make my territory stronger… I guess I'm trying to make it last longer in a way. It isn't even a very large territory, and despite that, I let it get run down into ruin. It was all worth shit by the time I lost it all, and so the two towns became abandoned, and the people who lived there either died or moved someplace else.
If I can make both towns better places to live, then maybe I can grow them. Maybe if I grow them the Fermillion reputation will be repaired. Maybe if the Fermillion name gets its luster back… what then? What's the point after that? That's right… a lot of shit is going to happen, and a lot of innocent people are going to die. The Fiery Champions became reputable after a point, but in the early days, there were a lot of things we caught that people in higher positions of power wouldn't listen to us on.
I could probably catch things even earlier now once I train myself up to my former strength, but one person isn't enough. One team isn't enough. William Jastice is the kind of prodigy Seiji would have loved, and if I had known he was such a strong sword arts user I could have kept him around. He could have done a lot of good. There are probably other Williams in the world, possibly in my own territory.
That's right. My territory isn't the kind of place that great talent would be drawn to. That's why I need to fix it. I need to make my towns strong, I need to find all of the talent I have and use it. I need to find every William, every Joshua, and every Tiyun and put them to good use. I need to find them and help them reach their full potential, just like Seiji helped me reach mine.
So I got to work calculating the cost it would take to not only get our roads in good condition, but also how much it would cost to improve and expand them. There were about three roads that ran through my territory, and all of them were in bad condition. The easiest and cheapest solution would be to just turn over and compact the dirt. The more durable option was to pave it in stone. The only problem with paving it in stone was the cost… half my inheritance to be exact. Yeah. It would cost that much if not more… the issue was whether or not the return on investment would be worth it. My first instinct is to wait, but time is precious, especially now… getting more traffic into my territory is more important than literally anything else, but the cost is disheartening.
I spent days in my office working and reworking the numbers trying to figure out where I could save any spare nelm in hopes I could convince myself to spend so much all at once. Liza was gracious in keeping me supplied with food and tea while I worked. If it wasn't for her, I'd go mad.
Suddenly the doors to my study opened and in walked my mother, a serious expression on her face. She couldn't have caught me at a worse time. I was at my wit's end, had a horrible headache, I'd sent Liza to fetch me more tea, and to top it all off I was feeling backed up in my balls. Dealing with mother's bullshit was the last thing I wanted to deal with.
"Mother! Can you bother me some–" I tried to say.
"No you listen to me Wayne! I'm tired of the way you've been treating me, and treating your sisters!" Mother cut me off.
"I'm in the middle of something important–"
"I don't care! I need you to know that this isn't the way I raised you! I let you get away with far too much and it all stops here, do you hear me?!" she blasted, her face more tense than I had ever seen in both my lives.
"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO LISTEN–" I tried to cut in.
"DON'T YOU TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME! I'VE HAD IT!" She shouted.
"AND JUST WHAT HAVE YOU DONE THAT'S MADE YOU SO IMPORTANT NOW?!" I shouted back.
Mother hissed, her breasts heaving aggressively against her blue satin dress.
"I don't need to do anything to be important. I was your father's wife, and I'm your mother!"
"Some mother you are cumming from your own son's hand!"
"YOU DRUGGED ME!!!"
"AND I'LL DO IT AGAIN IF YOU'RE SO DESPERATE TO GAIN YOUR CONTROL BACK! The Fermillion family fortune has been stagnant for decades! How are we supposed to even survive if we can't grow our wealth even a single nelm?!"
"We don't have to! That's something that will happen naturally!"
"ARE YOU STUPID?!" I blasted.
"One doesn't attain wealth by actively trying to grow it! One must find the right opportunities and issues to profit from! That's how all nobles make their fortune, and that's how your father made his!" Mother declared confidently.
"Father didn't make anything!"
"WELL HE DAMN WELL DIDN'T SPEND IT ALL EITHER!"
"That's why I have to. This isn't father's money. It's his father's and his father's before him. That's who the money really belongs to, and its their souls that will be cursed if I lose it all by being passive with what I have!"
"What does taking charge of the money have to do with the respect you owe me and your sisters?! And that's another thing! I think you've made our maids wear those outrageous outfits for long enough! I want them gone!"
"The maids?!"
"THEIR UNIFORMS!"
I stood up from my seat, rushed over to my mother and then slapped her across the face. She fell over from the force and wore a face of utter horror and shock. Standing, she was about a head above me in height, but on the ground I towered over her casting my shadow on her. It was perhaps this position that made her realize her incessant ranting was going to be useless against me. She looked at the ground and gritted her teeth.
"Are you going to rape me again?"
"I'm too angry to rape you right now." I shot back, my patience about spent.
"So you'll do it later then?"
"Fuck you."
"No, fuck you. I want to leave. I can't stand being around you… you're a monster Wayne."
Her words should have meant nothing to me. They should have just been the prattling of a hysterical woman, but for some reason they cut deeper than I should have let them. I thought this was my mother. I thought she cared about me and wanted what was best for me. I thought she alone might trust me with her future if no one else did. I should have known better. I should have known that from the moment I touched her that this woman would hate me unlike anyone else.
Was this deserved? Probably. I crossed a line I shouldn't have, and now I've lost a mother. Was this Emma's doing? Did she stir mother up against me? No… this is what mother would say to me. This is what my mother would absolutely decide on her own without anyone's input. Fuck this. Fuck my life, and fuck my family. Fuck past me for being such a fucking passive dick. Fuck present me for understanding how to know if people hate me and want me gone from their lives. If mother wants to leave me, that's her choice.
"Where are you going to run to Elphie?" I said coldly breaking our mother and son bond in the process. Tears flooded her eyes.
"I can't run anywhere. I'm trapped here, and that's why I'm pissed." she responded.
"Just get the fuck out of my office! Thank you so much for ruining my fucking day!"
Elphie stood up and then left without another word. I could feel my heart breaking in two as I saw her disappear around the corner and almost missed Liza come from around the door, tea in hand. She poured my tea for me at my desk then made eye contact with me as if wanting something. I sat down and let out an exasperated sigh.
"What the fuck do you want Liza?"
Liza let out a sigh.
"I don't think it was fair of your mother to scold you like that." she said in a soft tone.
"You heard?"
"Everything. I was on the other side of the door listening."
"Then why didn't you fucking say something?"
"Because it's not my place, my lord."
"Well… fine. You're right it's not, but I would have forgiven you for it even if Elphie didn't."
"You're taken to calling your mother by her first name now?"
"I… I know it's disrespectful, but she started it. I'm just matching her energy."
"You've been doing a good job since your father passed. I'd hate to see you start down a dark path, lord Fermillion. I think it would be rather easy for you to stop caring altogether and give up on your mother, possibly your sisters as well."
"Well, aren't you a sage." I teased, sarcasm coating my tone.
"No, I'm just a dumb girl whose looks just happen to be pleasing."
"Whoa there, I didn't say anything about your looks."
"You don't have to. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes."
"Can you come here a moment Liza. I want to try something."
Liza moved closer to me, and I in turn pressed my face into her bosom. She tensed for a second then slowly put a hand on my head and caressed it. I tried this with Heather, but it always felt off. It felt gross somehow, like I was pressing my face against squishy dirty flesh, but with Liza, it felt warm, and it felt safe. It felt like how I think a bosom is supposed to feel.
I rested my head in her bosom for quite some time when a thought hit me. I haven't fucked Liza or any of the other maids yet. I've been so distracted lately I haven't given them hardly a glace, but maybe I'll change that. Maybe I need to let loose on them to think and act more clearly.
"Liza, I would like to see you in my room at ten o clock tonight." I said, slowly pulling my head away. Liza made eye contact with me, letting the slightest smile cross her lips.
"Ten o clock? Alright sir. What shall I wear?" she inquired.
"Just your uniform will be fine."
"Then my uniform it is."
The rest of the afternoon went better because of my anticipation. I wasn't able to solve all the issues on my mind, but at least I knew something good would be waiting for me at the end of the day. When ten o' clock finally arrived I could hardly contain the bulge pressing against my night trousers. There was a knock on the door and in peeked Liza.
"I'm here Lord Wayne."
"Come. Sit here beside me."
Liza walked over and sat beside me with silent obedience. The warmth that radiated from her sitting beside me was strange. I hadn't realized she had so much of it, and it was quite pleasant.
"What is this Lord Fermillion?" she asked quietly.
"Well Liza, this is your lucky night. I've already done Heather, now its your turn."
"My turn?..."
I sank my mouth into Liza's. She barely resisted. She pulled back just enough to break the kiss but didn't create any more distance than that. She was being a lot more submissive than I thought she'd be. I thought she'd be kicking and shouting at me, but she was quiet.
"You seem pretty okay with this Liza…"
"Well my Lord… you are a young man… so its only natural you'd have strong desires for this sort of thing."
"Is that why you used to avoid me during the day?"
"I don't want to tempt you in a way that would cause a scene. I know I'm not the most beautiful girl, but I also know my body well enough to know that it could be quite the temptation to a young man such as yourself."
"You're a lot smarter than I took you for Liza."
"I'm not an educated girl. My momma just taught me how to pay attention and how to watch for people's hidden thoughts. Things like how much attention they pay to you, and how they spend their day."
"Are you a virgin Liza?"
"I am… but I know a whole lot about sex. My momma taught me a lot about that, and I got some practice with my father… touching and stuff."
"What? Your father made you touch him?!"
"Nope. I offered. Momma thought it would be a good way to learn too."
"So you know exactly how to please a man then don't you?"
"I do."
"Then show me."
Liza nodded, straddled my lap, then began to kiss me softly. Her kisses were warm and inviting. I realized this was how kissing was meant to feel. I've never met her father, but he had a good daughter. I hope he didn't suffer or hate Liza for trying to be a good woman. This kind of girl has to be one of the rarest kinds in the world, a precious treasure that should be protected and encouraged to blossom in whatever way she sees fit.