Chapter 0 - Dine and Dash

The noble's houses weren't much bigger than the average house in Westend, but they did everything they could to make you forget that. Ornate decorations purchased for far more than they were worth and highly detailed portraits of people and landscapes filled nearly every room. 

The dining room was no exception. The table was laden with silver jugs and plates seated upon a white tablecloth, embroided with a gold pattern depicting a large fleet of fishing ships. Seated at the table were two people. 

First, a noble. The owner of the house and it's staff. Tall, dark brown hair with sunkissed skin and pale blue eyes. He wore a black and white embroided tunic with chord-patterned trousers and fancy shoes. He took a drink from a goblet full of wine as he ate, trying not to meet eyes with his guest, for worry he'd look lower than her face.

His guest, a short woman wearing a midnight blue robe with a leaf pattern, seemed somewhat amused. She had pinkish skin, light green eyes and very dark brown hair in pigtails. But what truly drew eyes to her was her sheer size-the amount of fat protruding from under the robe. Her breasts pushed outwards from her robe as she stretched her back with a satisfying click.

"So, what got you into alchemy, Miss Heartstrong?" the noble asked.

"It's always been a bit of a passion of mine, Mr Nathanson. Knowing how a simple drink can do so much good or harm to our bodies. It's... fascinating. And please, call me Deborah."

"Oh. Then feel free to call me Jacob."

Deborah chuckled "I find formality highly tedious anyway."

"Indeed. But it is sometimes nessecary, no?" Jacob snapped his fingers to call for more wine.

Of course he felt that way. But Deborah knew the truth. Doing away with formality made the nobles feel less important, and their egos were everything to them. Everything.

Just a week prior, Deborah had seen Jacob loudly humiliate a begging child for asking for food. A few days before that, he'd ordered a guard to arrest a drunkard shouting the truths nobody in Westend liked hearing; that the King was a puppet, and the nobility was the problem. Deborah had seen the satisfied smirk on Jacob's face as the guard punched the man's mouth, silencing him.

"Sometimes, yes." Deborah held back a smirk and ate the cod before her as she saw the maid pour the contents of a small bottle into the bottle. It was a simple plan, but relied entirely upon the staff's discretion. Luckily, the staff were always eager to get back at the employers who loved to rub their face in the dirt at every chance. 

The noble took a long drink. He paused, smacking his lips a few times. Then he toppled with a loud thud. Deborah stood up. "I'll take him to his room. You girls and guys fetch some ropes."
The maids and servants nodded, setting to work as Deborah hoisted the noble over her shoulder. All demons had enhanced strength no matter the sin they fed on, and Jacob was a lot lighter than his physique made him look. It was a short walk to the bedchamber, but when she arrived, the maids were already there, with the rope.

With direction from Deborah, the maids stripped him bare and tied him spreadeagled to the bed. One of them planted a soft kiss on his cheek, then blushed and said she'd always wanted to do that. Deborah gave the maids a sizable bag of gold, and instructed them to take the rest of the night off, along with the guards. They happily obliged.

Then Deborah stripped off herself and waited. It didn't take long for Jacob to recover, his eyes fluttering. When he realized his predicament, his scream was a delight. He squirmed, but the strength seemed to have gone from his muscles. Deborah had to admit, that latest potion was one of her finest yet.

Jacob looked right at Deborah "Release me, woman! Let me go or I swear I'll-"

"You're in no position to make demands or threats, James." Deborah told him semi-sternly, placing emphasis on the last word; he winced at the name. But she couldn't keep a smile off of her face.

"Guards! Maids! Help me!" He cried loudly.

"They can't hear you. I gave them some money to go out to the tavern and have a few drinks. Far more than you pay them per week." Deborah told him, stripping herself off with a few simple motions.

Jacob gulped as he saw her plump body walking towards him, her belly and tits wobbling with every step "I-I swear I'm going to-to..."

Deborah crawled up his body, ignoring his stammered protests, before swinging a leg over his stomach and bending over. His face was shoved between her huge breasts, her entire torso's weight pressing onto his upper body.

Jacob's head was completely engulfed in between her breasts. The noble pulled the ropes taut trying to escape, but to no avail. His struggling only served to turn Deborah on further. The knowledge that she was going to drain this man of cum, and there was nothing he could do about it... It was exhilarating.

Feeling his struggling go weaker, Deborah lifted herself up and let him breathe. "What... do you want... from me...?" he panted.

"First of all, a fresh batch of young cum. Secondly, to make you feel as helpless as you so gladly make the lower class feel day after day." Deborah answered. 

She placed herself on his side and sat down, moving her legs to face him. Before he could do anything, she was pressing both feet against his handsome features. She pinched his nose with the two biggest right toes and stuffed his mouth with three of her left foot's digits.

"Lick." she commanded.

But she felt no tongue against her toes. Sighing, she reached across to his exposed, hardening cock and squeezed his ballsack roughly. He squealed in pain, and she used the chance to shove the last two of her toes into his mouth, the right foot letting go of his nose but pressing the sole against it, forcing him to breathe in it's scent.

"Oh, did you just twitch?" she smiled. He frantically shook his head in answer. "I think you did... do you enjoy my feet?" she briefly removed them from his mouth.

"N-no! They're disgusting! You're a foul witch! Let me g-!" the rest of his sentence was interrupted by Deborah shoving her foot into his mouth again.

"I don't think you understand your situation, James. You are mine. Tonight, you exist to serve me. If I have to remind you of that, I'll be more than happy to take a riding crop to your cock and balls. Now lick." she told him, forcing her toes further into his mouth.

The noble began to sob. But upon feeling Deborah's hand squeezing his sack again, he obeyed. In answer, the woman wrapped a hand around his hard cock and began to stroke. His tongue barely touched her at all, so she squeezed his cock hard and he winced, his tongue now licking around each of her toes.

"I might consider your pleasure if you put a bit more effort into mine~" she stroked him faster suddenly, making his hips buck. "I saw you staring at my tits earlier. How'd you like to feel them wrapped around your cock, hmm?"

"Mmf! Mmf mmmmph!" the noble nodded.

"Then lick my toes like they're your favourite part of me, and you'll get to feel your cock smothered in them~"

Jacob's tongue meandered between her toes. The promise of her tits seemed to invigorate the noble. She rewarded him by stroking him a little faster, pressing her other foot to his nose harder. He sniffed deeply, but choked slightly. Deborah chuckled-he clearly needed more training for such things. Maybe she'd come see him again...

Deborah pulled her right away and switched their places. Jacob attended to her new set of toes with more reluctance, until she pressed her tits together with her arms. Then his treatment mirrored the previous one-his tongue slithering between the gaps, and his lips sucking each one individually.

"That's enough feet stuff, I think." Deborah pulled her feet away-she saw the noble sigh in relief. Smirking, she swung her leg over his face. He barely had time to exclaim before his voice was muffled by her fat body. She bent over, lifting her tits up.

Deborah's tits completely engulfed James' cock. She couldn't see it at all, but she could feel it. It was nestled nicely in her bosom. With a satisfied smirk as she felt James's tongue brush against her wettening pussy, Deborah began to move.

James moaned loudly into her pussy as she massaged his cock with her tits. She wondered how it must feel. To have a pair of full size fleshy pillows wrapped around one's cock. Their softness. Their plumpness. Very few men had managed to hold back an orgasm for long between her tits. 

And from James' panting, he wasn't going to make the list. The noble bucked his hips in pleasure, and Deborah smirked. Her tits spread outwards to each side, and her lips wrapped around his cockhead. She pushed down his entire cock, reaching a hand to grab his sack and squeezing it tightly as she deeply sucked, moaning.

With a groan into her pussy, James came. One, two, three, four spurts. Deborah felt his cum land between her tits, and got off his face. She barely heard him panting for breath as she scooped up his cum on her finger and licked it off.

"Now, let's get to the really good part~" she whispered.

She was pleased to see that his cock was still hard-her potion was still working. She didn't have to manually feed him any other potion from her dress, which was lucky. Before James could say a word, Deborah had swung a leg over his hips and started rubbing his cock between her fat asscheeks.

"Do you want it? Do you want my tight ass?~"

"Yes! Yes, I want it very much! P-please!" Normally she'd have forced him to say "Mistress", but all the teasing had gotten her bothered, too. She lifted herself up, placed his cock at her asshole entrance, and sank down.

His shaft didn't reach very deep, nor was it exceptionally thick. Especially for an ass as practiced as Deborah's. But the sensation of raping this noble, of making him feel so helpless, was beyond description. As Deborah's ass met his hips and he moaned loudly, she lifted herself back up. She wasn't in the mood for waiting.

Deborah rode the noble, the loud slaps of flesh against flesh echoing slightly. His squirms and cries of pleasure were amazing, and she could feel him bucking his hips, trying to reach deeper inside her. She reached behind her and spread her cheeks, making sure she could take his entire cock.

From the look on his face, the noble wasn't going to last much longer. Deborah lifted her arms above her head and rode him faster, giving him an excellent view of her bouncing tits and belly. The lust in his eyes told her everything.

The noble came again with a loud groan of rapture, shooting the last of his load deep into Deborah's tight ass. She could feel it shooting inside her inner walls with two last twitches of his cock. Feeling his cock deflate, she got off of him, conjuring a buttplug in her ass to keep the cum inside.

"Now, I expect that you'll keep quiet about what happened here tonight. Unless you want everyone to know what a good little sub you are. Or worse, make me have to come back~"
"I... I won't say a word..."

"Good boy." Deborah smiled as she untied one of his arms and dressed herself before turning to leave. "And thanks for the meal, Your Lordship~"

She heard another sob as she closed the door behind her.