Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 RHG Project - Manager's Duties(MF, reluc, amazon, Fdom, size, nc , preg)

   This, like all my stories, is a work of fiction.  None of the people in
my story are in anyway real or based on real people.  This story is adult
oriented, so unless you're old enough to view it, STOP READING NOW!!! 
Otherwise, enjoy the debauchery.

   RHG Project - Manager's Duties by Shardshatter

   In the last three weeks it had been hard for Jared.  His finances
weren't growing like they were supposed to.

   He sat on the side of the bed running his hands through his blond hair,
trying to piece together just what the hell was going on.  His thoughts
were interrupted by the troubled whimper of the girl behind him wrapped in
the sheets.  Her black hair was tousled and she gripped desperately to the
pillow he had eased into place beside her.  Jared's eyes roamed up and down
her slim frame before he shook off his lecherous impulses.  He didn't want
to be there when she woke up and got all needy on him.

   Quietly and quickly, he dressed in his suit from the night before and
picked up his shoes and coat.  He was just about to leave when he noticed
something on the doorknob.  The little pair of white panties he had easily
stripped the girl out of the night before.  He could even smell the minute
odor of her aroused womanhood dried into them.

   Jared smiled and pocketed them before slipping out of the house.

   It was chilly outside as the sun had barely begun to rise.  It was the
factory district where he had sold land and homes to the Craftsman's Guild
from the year before.  Their members paid rent to him if they wanted to
live there and not freeze on the streets.  In fact, most of the southern
districts belonged to him in one way or another.  Some people owed him on
loans.  Others were beholden to him for employing them.  He owned
businesses, deeds, and had his finger in many of the trades that the town's
denizens were prosperous in.

   Jared Rojas was such a well-respected member of the community that no
one bothered him.  Not the authorities he was paying off, the gangs of
Goblins and Redcaps he was pitting against each other, or even the
different guilds that ran the industry in the region.  They hated, loved,
and depended on him or his holdings too much to oppose him.

   So, he walked along the streets of the toughest neighborhood in town in
the twilight before sunrise without fear.  The fiendling thieves and
killers saw the diamond shaped emblem hanging from his coat pocket and his
piercing green eyes, and recognized him from the descriptions they
circulated amongst themselves.  They remembered if you messed with him, you
would end up dead in a ditch.

   His only problem or danger at the moment was the impediment that had
kept him from extending his influence northward.  The Marangakis amazon
family.  The bitches had begun buying up land and businesses in the more
affluent parts of town where his reach was negligible.  Two years this had
been going on and it was an ongoing chess game he was locked in stalemate
in with them.  If he had a commodity that was his alone, they countered it
with something equal to keep them on equal economic footing.  Their only
limit was keeping out of the shadier end of things, which the amazons kept
him in check with by hiring mercenaries to police their properties and
mercenaries and bounty hunters to beat back his thieves.

   His last bastion of free trade with no rivals was the race track and
acres of stables he had bought in the western edge of town.  It had become
his day job to manage the place.  And from what he saw, things were
starting to change there too.

   The oversized women had begun to take part in the horse races, easily
winning most of them with their better bred steeds.  The exotic breeds of
horses they brought with them were faster with more stamina than most of
the locals they were racing against.  An average jockey was no match for
women who had been riding since they were able to walk.

   "Bitches and whores, all of them," he spat, kicking a piece of rubbish
out of his path.

   --

   Jared banged his head on the table of his office at the track.  His
perfect race had been a complete failure.  The winnings from the bets that
all of the suckers had made went right back in the lucky ones' pockets and
not back into his.

   He had set up the roster perfectly for this week's races.  The rest of
the horses and their jockeys were his own paid stable of experienced riders
who took their orders from him.  The one he had set up to win, Elm Lockwood
and his horse, Recumbent Bliss, were a rookie team he wanted to make this
season's highest grossing attraction.  He wanted them to pull off
spectacular wins when he wanted them to, raking in more money when they
narrowly got second or lost a race entirely in dramatic fashion created by
the other racers.  But that all went to pot when one of the amazon bitches
jumped up and decided to take part this fall.  Their season to participate
was always in the spring and summer, leaving him to do his dirty deeds all
winter and autumn, raking in mountains of cash.  But one bitch had to break
the trend and race in the cold.

   Mirabella Marangakis and her oversized monster of a workhorse named
Grigori were even faster than his best team this season.  She'd ruin
things, especially if she kept up the kind of record that most of the
amazons had against normal men.  All of Jared's best summer racers were
resting for the season and wouldn't be able to compete against her.  His
plans were shot if she and her ilk continued this way.

   He looked out the window of his office and scowled at her while she rode
around the track on a victory lap.  As usual, she was an inhumanly tall
woman at seven feet tall, a full foot taller than Jared himself.  Her long
auburn hair was tied into a ponytail that ended at the small of her back.
Her muscular body was curvy in all the right places with wide hips and
large rounded tits that bulged under her dark red riding outfit.  The
leather material was bulky everywhere but her ass and chest, where it
looked as though her jiggling charms would burst through the tight material
with every step of the horse she rode.

   Grigori himself was a fine specimen of the equine persuasion that many
of the locals wanted to stud for them.  He was a huge creature that was
smart as hell and trained extraordinarily well by his amazon mistress. 
When Mirabella rode him, it was like they merged into one being.  A
lightning fast blur of black and red thunder that blew away the
competition. The mottled black and brown stallion seemed to stand half
again as tall as the other horses, who were bred for wiry speed instead of
all-around strength.

   'The bitch probably treats him like a king,' Jared thought.  His mind
couldn't help but slip toward the nasty rumors that many spoke about amazon
riders and their horses.  That they gave the term "animal husbandry" new
meaning.  'But no woman could ever take a monster like that into themselves
without dying.  Or at least without ever hoping to please a normal man
again.'

   Mirabella had signed up the night before for the race and completely
thrown his orchestrations out of balance.  Elm came in third, which none of
his cronies had betted on.  His take was so small that he made more from
genuinely working than from the percentage he took from their pre-arranged
winnings today.

   He slammed his head onto the table again and tried to think of a way to
get rid of her.

   But nothing came to mind.  She was as affluent and well-off as Jared, so
she couldn't be bought off or persuaded to stop riding this season through
political means.  No assassin would take a job where you even mentioned the
word "Amazon".  Not even the most bloodthirsty Redcap would take that job.
Her horse was so well trained that it would fight, intimidate, or trample
someone unless one of its personal handlers or Mirabella were around.  So
killing or injuring him were beyond Jared's means at the moment.

   Hopelessness began to set in and the flask of scotch in Jared's desk
began to look most pleasing.

   -

   Jared worked throughout the day with scheme after scheme running through
his head.  He was hemorrhaging money trying to keep what he had taken and
earned over the years from the amazons and it was wearing him out.  The
stress was beginning to bother him.  Hell, he hadn't even been able to
really net a woman more than once a week since the last spring when the
Marangakis bitches had stepped up their game in getting his hold off of the
local town mayor and his council.  That didn't help his frayed nerves any.

   A knock came at his door and he jumped, almost falling out of his chair.
His irritation was starting to make him lose focus on the world around him.
Jared was getting antsy and he didn't like it one bit.

   "What the hell do you want?" he yelled at whoever had disturbed him. 
"I'm trying to run this damned place!  Come back later!"

   There was no answer for a moment before someone unlocked his door from
the other side.

   "What the fuck..." Jared muttered.

   "I'm afraid this discussion can't really wait any longer," a familiar
lilting voice spoke from the other side.

   Mirabella Marangakis ducked down a bit and slipped into Jared's office.
She pressed her back to the door and clicked the lock back into place. 
Jared looked her up and down with a livid expression on his face.

   She had changed out of her racing clothes into a normal women's business
suit with a blazer and skirt that seemed to be a size too small for her
much larger body.  The buttons on her shirt beneath the black garment just
barely held together over her massive bust.  Her muscular legs seemed to go
on forever from beneath a skirt that seemed to show off the curve of her
luxurious ass more than conceal it.  The look in her amber eyes was
victorious.  The smug giantess seemed incredibly pleased with herself for
some reason and Jared wanted nothing to do with it.  That tingle in his
nethers be damned.

   "Get the hell out!"

   Mirabella stalked her way across the office and sat in the chair in
front of him.  She totally ignored his demand to leave and tossed a little
key across the desk at him.  It was one of the spares that he had made for
the maintenance and sanitation staff.  How she had gotten the key from them
was beyond him, but someone would pay before the day was out for handing it
to her.

   "It's come to my attention that certain things need to be worked out
between my family and yourself," Mirabella began.  "We can't really go
around feuding like children.  We'll only end up involving the townspeople
and then it'll escalate from there into some kind of turf war between our
people and yours."

   Jared snorted and eyed the drawer in front of him.  The flintlock pistol
he kept for emergencies was primed and ready.  All he'd have to do was whip
it out and put a round through her heart, but he relented.  If she wanted
to play the diplomat, then that was fine.  He would play the game as well.

   "You invaded my home, put pressure on me and mine, and then decided to
start interfering in my affairs without any provocation," Jared pointed
out. "That would be grounds for a real conflict if you'd crossed a guild. I
ruled this town for years before you amazons came along to muck up things
and I'll be damned if I give it up without a fight."

   Mirabella laughed and sat back in her chair.  "But we don't want
anything more than what we have, Rojas.  You're the greedy one.  You can't
blame anyone for reacting like we have when you do your best to muscle out
the competition unfairly.  That's why we had to hire the soldiers when the
local sheriff wouldn't lift a finger to deal with the criminals around
here."

   'The criminals I've had under my thumb for years.  Most of whom aren't
human,' Jared thought.

   "We go where the wind takes us and make the best of the situation," she
explained.  "Just because you're threatened doesn't mean that we'll
disappear if you flex some muscle and flash a few weapons.  We could have
done what the Fafoutakis family does and wiped you out like a rival tribe."

   "Is that a threat, Mirabella?"

   She held up her hand in front of her and her smile spread wider across
her face.  "Just the truth."

   Jared really wished that he could have used the pistol, but wasn't
stupid enough to start an all-out war with these women over one cow of a
giantess.  "Look, I've got work here to do.  So why don't you run along and
go play with that oversized pony of yours."

   The nasty look that she gave him chilled Jared to the bone.  Her gaze
had turned icy and mean while her face retained that little smile she had
worn since waltzing into his office.  "I'll just get to the point, Rojas."
She leaned in, pressing her palms into the desk with her arms framing her
tits resting on the flat surface.  "I came here to actually lead the family
in this region.  To make the decisions now that my mother has established
our place here.  But to become leader I need something specific."

   Jared gripped tight to the padded arms of his chair and tried to match
her piercing stare with his own.

   "And for that I'm going to need your help."

   The feeling in the office had started to become oppressive.  Hot and
hazy, as if he were under the blazing sun.  Jared began to sweat and shake
in place.  The earthy smell she exuded cut through his senses, making him
dizzy.  His heart thudded in his chest and his mind was screaming at him to
do something!  Anything but sit there locked in a very small room with a
woman much larger than he was and a gun hand too shaky to do something
about her.

   Jared shook himself awake and threw his chair away behind him clattering
to the floor.  He rose and straightened his shirt.  The blond man turned on
his heel and began to walk out of the room.  "I'll thank you to leave me in
peace now, yo--gurk!!"

   Mirabella chuckled evilly and shot up from her position bent over his
desk.  With practiced grace, she jumped up and gripped him up by the throat
to slam him into the nearby wall.  There Jared hung, gripping onto an arm
that may as well have been a steel beam with a choking clamp at the end. 
His feet dangled above the floor, kicking uselessly in his confusion. 
Mirabella waited for his mind to clear up before she loosed her grip around
his windpipe a bit.

   "What the hell are you doing," Jared demanded, spitting out words
between stifled gasps for air.

   "I'm going to make my point," she answered.  "I want what's yours.  I
want this whole town and I want those blasted fiendlings you have working
for you gone.  I want you to act like you have some integrity and earn your
living the right way.  And most of all, I want you."

   'What the fuck?'

   "Oh, I investigated you thoroughly when my mother asked me to settle
down here.  Told me to stop wandering and find a man instead of hunting Orc
bands everyday on horseback with the other wild girls.  But when I come
here, not only do I have somewhere to ride for fun, the man I'm supposed to
defeat and crush under my boot heel is a handsome little thing."

   She gripped his throat tighter before Jared could talk back.  When he
was properly under control again, Mirabella began to slide her hand up his
thigh.  Stroking back and forth on his leg and then sliding her hand up to
grip his behind possessively.

   "I've had you followed every day since I saw you after my first race. 
You're a really bad boy, Rojas.  And you have so many bad habits we're
going to have to work on.  Whoring in the red light district, scamming
people in the southern districts, and even fixing the races here at the
track.  I've seen how you keep some of the guild members in check too."

   That's when Jared's blood ran cold for a moment.  She knew his worst
habit of all that he'd even kept to himself over the years.

   "You've been fucking the tasty little morsels over in your little slums
haven't you?  Even left a couple of them with little bastards to remember
you by.  Hell, a couple of them have been married Guild fillies, huh?  Got
between the potter's wife's legs and then made her swell up with your kid
when her husband is working so hard to pay your incredibly high rent.  You
threaten the women not to say a word or you'll kill the whole family. 
Hell, just last night I heard that you bedded that sweet little mechanic I
had wiggle her ass your way."

   Jared eyed her with confusion.  Suddenly, he twitched and a few things
began to make sense from the last couple of months.

   "Well, he figured it out," Mirabella said sarcastically, gripping his
resistant butt cheek tighter.  "The only pussy you've been getting for
months has been approved by me.  Cute, all of them.  But not nearly as
satisfactory as fucking someone beautiful behind their significant other's
back, huh?  Not as funny as cuckolding them and making more money off their
suffering."

   "That's none of your bus-aack!!"

   Mirabella slid him up to the ceiling of the office and bumped his head
on the concrete above.  She slowly let him sink back to the floor on shaky
legs with her hand still clamped around his throat.

   "Mm-hm.  You've got a sick little hobby, but I'm here to fix it.  Hell.
It'll even be fun, especially if what that girl told me is true about your
performance last night.  Three times.  And you were just playing around."

   "W-what makes y-you th-think that I'll ever touch you like that, whore?"

   The giantess' expression went totally cold.  Her grip on his neck
tightened as she pulled him up to face level with her so that she could
look him square in the eye.  The shakes came back when her grip with the
other hand suddenly seized his balls.

   "Because if you don't perform to my liking, right now, right here, I'm
going to rip these off and leave you here.  Do you want to sing soprano,
Rojas?"

   A very shaken Jared shook his head "...no".

   "Good, pucker up then."

   Mirabella pressed her lips against Jared's and began to deeply kiss him.
Her much longer tongue wormed its way into his mouth and thrashed around
along his own.  Her snogging was so hungry and deep that the room started
to spin for him.

   She pulled back with a line of spittle still connected to their lips. 
Mirabella began to kiss and nibble his neck while she fondled his cock and
balls possessively, rolling his nuts in her hand through his pants and
underwear.  Jared tried to detach himself from the situation.  He tried to
ignore the hot breath on his ear or the tongue tracing patterns on his
neck. He wanted to fool himself into thinking that this, the most
embarrassing moment as a man, wasn't somehow thrilling him.  But that
simply wasn't the case when Mirabella found something hard poking into the
palm of her hand.

   She let him fall to his feet, moving his head into another deep kiss
while she unzipped his pants.

   Slipping out his cock from the slot in his boxers, Mirabella started to
jack him off.  No matter how scared he was, his cock wouldn't go down.  She
didn't care either way.  He was long enough and just as big as the girls
she'd sent said he was.  Jared would suit her purposes nicely if his
performance wasn't as fabricated as his reputation amongst the public.

   "Uunnghh!" Jared groaned.

   The silken touch of her hand on his naked cock was incredible.  Slowly
but surely pre-cum began to leak from his member.  Mirabella's jacking got
faster as her captive's cock began to get slick.  Jared was starting to
lose himself a bit in the pleasurable sensations coming from his crotch,
but just as he was starting to rock his hips a bit, the amazon stopped.

   He looked down with his eyes shut tight.  A flush of shame spread over
his face.  Jared gritted his teeth and opened his eyes again.  Her hand was
half covered in a slight coating of thin white pre-cum.  Small strings of
it still connected to his cock were slowly beginning to drip away.

   Mirabella caressed his cheek and brought his gaze up to meet her own. 
She was breathing heavier than before.  Her eyes smoldered with lust and
there was a knowing smirk on her face.  He wasn't trying to fight anymore.
The fear in the back of his mind was being pushed away a bit by the desire
she planted in him.

   "Alright," Mirabella huffed.  "Now that the preliminaries are done, I
think it's time you got your willy wet, boy."

   Jared scowled at being called "boy", but then flinched and changed his
expression.  Mirabella just giggled at him.  He pressed himself against the
wall to try and get away from her, but she simply pressed herself further
upon him.  Her enormous tits pressed against his chest and chin, and one of
her legs twined around his own.  She felt so soft and smelled of something
sweet in her hair.  The power to personally crush him to paste was in her
hands and it excited him somehow.  Jared clenched and unclenched his hands,
trying to decide what the hell to do.

   "Mmm, first we get this out of the way." Mirabella lifted her skirt up a
bit, rolling it up over her ass to expose her pussy.

   She hunched down a bit and settled herself so that the head of his prick
was just kissing the engorged lips of her pussy.  Jared flinched again, his
eye twitching nervously.  Was the slut not wearing underwear?  He boldly
lifted his hand up to her shapely ass and touched with his fingertips.  He
could feel her shiver a bit when he made contact.  Jared could feel
something silky smooth, but it wasn't skin.

   Mirabella sneered wolfishly and pressed the palm of his hand into the
pliant flesh of her backside.  "Crotchless, boy," she remarked.  "I didn't
want anything in the way when we did it."

   She was so arrogant it made him sick.  But that hot wet twat dancing on
the end of his cock felt so good.

   "It's been a long while," Mirabella sighed, sinking her twat down onto
his dick.

   She grabbed a handful each of Jared's firm ass and held him in place,
bent at the knees, while she worked her sopping pussy up and down the
length of his cock.  The amazon leant forward, crushing Jared to the wall
while she fucked herself on his length.  Every throbbing inch of it was
twitching and jumping along the walls of her cunt and she loved it.

   She groaned in pleasure and nipped playfully at his ear.  "Damn, boy. 
You are sooo thick.  Mmmmm!"

   Jared tossed his head back and forth, trying his damndest not to even
think about the situation.  But that wet warmth pistoning up and down
slowly on his cock was getting to him.  Her pussy suckled and clutched at
his length as though it were alive.  She skillfully swished her hips,
holding the man in place.  The nasty slurping sounds of her fucking him
against the wall ate into his mind, making it so much hotter than before.

   Bit by bit, the pleasure escalated and Mirabella couldn't hold herself
back any longer.  She took one hand and gripped the back of his head,
pulling him into her chest.  His face was encased in the pillowy softness
of her tits and the world went dark when the amazon suddenly upped the
tempo.  Riding his cock with more passion than before.

   "So fucking good...Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!"

   She kept up her mantra, groaning in pleasure while working her
hyperactive pussy onto the cock of the man held in her grasp.  Her rhythm
kept up, becoming quicker and quicker.  The slap of her body rocking
against Jared echoed through the room along with the nasty squelching sound
of her saturated cunt working his stiff dick.

   Jared finally turned his head to the side in her much looser grip.  He
gasped, breathing raggedly, but only able to take in the stagnant air she
panted onto him.  His hands, which were palm flat against the wall flew up
around Mirabella's waist.  Jared held on for dear life, trying to ignore
the exquisite feelings flowing up from his cock.  She was swishing her
tight cunt in every direction as if his cock was scratching some deep itch
all over the inside of her.  Jared felt one particularly hard lunge make
the head of his cock smash right into the end of her pussy.  She swished
her hips from right to left, kissing the knob of his dick with her cervix
before the ride started up again.

   If he could hold on, if he could keep the boiling hot feeling in his
nuts from spilling over, he could outlast her.  He could leave her on the
floor an exhausted wreck and get the hell out of there.

   But that plan was getting farther and farther away from him the longer
and more vigorously she fucked him.

   "Oh!  Ooh!  Ooh!  It's-It-so fuckin--CUMMING!!"

   Mirabella violently climaxed, fucking herself onto Jared's twitching
cock with harder lunges than before.  Jared grit his teeth.  The feeling of
her body warmth suddenly jumping up ten degrees hotter and that cunt her
hers going into overdrive was almost too much to bear.  It was like dipping
his cock into the mouth of someone with ten tongues, swirling them all
around at once while sucking at the same time.  Warm trickles of her cunt
drooling cum onto his shaft and balls made him shiver in unwanted delight.

   Jared thought of cattle mutilation.  He thought of the mountains of
paperwork he'd have to go through because of the work he missed today. 
Hell, he thought about the horrible teeth on his Uncle John.  Anything that
would hold back the explosion of wad building up in his overworked nuts.

   "You didn't cum?" Mirabella cooed, stroking Jared's hair.

   He shook his head, trying to ignore the sweet sound of her voice now
that she was more tired.  The hard edge of it had vanished and it soothed
his nerves.  Jared squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look at her face.

   She started up her ride again, simply skewering her much more slick
pussy with his cock.  "Come on.  It's not good for you to go without."

   "No," Jared groaned, gripping her even tighter than before.  His hands
on her waist seemed to guide her more than stop her.  "You can't- guh! 
--do this."

   She slid effortlessly up and down his dick at a steady speed.  The lurid
slurping sound persisted; making Jared's heart beat faster.  Her gyrating
and frantic humping was getting to him more than ever.  Moaning and yelling
her appreciation for his cock, Jared felt Mirabella ramping up for another
orgasm.

   "Ooh!  It-it's getting bigger...You're gonna fucking cum!  Do it!  Do
it! Come on!  Spurt it, boy!!"

   Her cunt was going into spasms on him.  She was as close as he was, but
she was holding back.  Squeezing his cock with the strong practiced muscles
inside of her, she was stimulating him in every way possible.  Mirabella
loved it, but that one little part that she wanted hadn't happened yet. 
Just as she was nearing the end of her rope, it clicked.  Exactly what she
had to do to make him explode helplessly beneath her.

   She grasped his head and hugged him closer to her so that her lips were
right next to his head.  "Oooh!  I've wanted you so bad!" Her body started
slamming onto him much faster.  "I want your cum, goddammit!!" Jared
started to groan, clutching her waist tighter, trying to keep himself from
moving his quivering shaft.  "Give me your baby!"

   Jared stiffened and all the tension in his body faded for an instant. 
His surprise blanked all of his thoughts.  And in that moment of weakness,
Mirabella attacked.  She bucked her hips up and down, sucking and nursing
on his cock from every angle with her pussy until the inevitable happened.

   Jared exploded, spurting shot after shot of thick hot cum into the
amazon's depths.  Mirabella came harder than before, savoring the liquid
heat spreading inside of her.

   "Eeeeiiieee!!  You're 'hah' really trying to 'mmph' knock me up!" she
taunted him, flexing her inner muscles with every spurt.  "Oh...it's
filling me up inside...  there's so much!  Ugh!  Feels so fucking good..."

   She milked the seed right out of his overactive balls.  Jared's brain
was floating in a sea of thick fog and it wasn't coming back for a while.
He just stood there, clinging to her while he continued to unload his
sticky white sap into her body.  It had been the first orgasm in months
that he had felt so acutely and so strongly.  The thick soup of their mixed
juices oozed out around the thick lips of Mirabella's pussy and leaked down
between their legs to the floor.  It took a few moments for his orgasm to
stop entirely, but the twitches and shakes of his hard body pressed against
her own were evidence that he was still feeling aftershocks of pleasure
while buried hilt-deep inside of her.

   Mirabella untangled her leg from around his own and lifted herself away
from Jared's body.  His cock slid out of her overflowing twat with a nasty
slurping sound, spilling a few more streams of thick cum onto the floor. 
Her gaze went down to his slick, still hardened member and she smiled
triumphantly.

   When Jared's mind came back down to earth, the amazon was sitting on his
desk.  Her face was flushed crimson and her hair was disheveled.  She was
sweating, making the shirt on her obviously braless tits stick to her skin.
Her nipples were standing erect on the jiggling mounds.  Her long muscular
legs quivered a bit, tracing circles on the floor with her feet.

   Jared panted, looking at the door and then to the oversized horny female
on his desk.  "I get that?" he panted," I get to have you?  Every day? 
Whenever I want?"

   "Or vice versa," Mirabella answered in the same breathless tone. 
"Every." She flicked off the first button on her blouse.  "Single." The
second went flying away with a twist of her fingers, revealing the deep
cleavage beneath.  "Day." She put her hands behind her on the desk and then
pushed her chest out, popping off the third button with just her massive
tits straining against the fabric.

   Jared took a tentative step forward.  "The money?  The land?  My
businesses?"

   She slipped out of the vest and tossed it aside along with her shoes. 
"Never have to worry about them again.  Your new family will take care of
everything you can't...  so long as you take care of me."

   Jared stepped up to his desk between the amazon's legs and looked her
square in the eye for the first time since she'd forced herself onto him.
"Why am I even considering this?  After what you said?" He looked down in
shame at his still erect cock.  "After what you did?"

   "Because the most beautiful woman you've ever laid hands on wants you to
fuck a baby into her.  Because the way things are going, your greedy
impulses are going to run this region into the ground."

   "And the amazons won't?"

   "When you marry me, you'll see just what we're doing.  Up close and
personal."

   'When?' Jared thought.  'She's so goddamned arrogant it's sickening.'

   His options swirled around in his head.  Fight or flight.  Kill or be
killed.  Take the easy unmanly way out or keep doing it his own way. 
Change the way he did things or be beholden to his old standards to keep
control.

   Jared looked at Mirabella and shook his head.  There was no
disappointment.  No inkling of doubt.  No nervousness at all.  The
shameless bitch just sat there with her half naked body exposed, and that
incredible smirk never left her face.  There was absolutely no fear, just
confidence and that smoldering ember of lust glowing in her eyes.

   Dammit, she was serious.  And she was as used to getting her way as he
was.

   Dammit.

   "Fucking instincts," Jared muttered, making his decision.

   He damn near had to stand on his toes to do it, but Jared leant forward
and planted a kiss right on Mirabella.  He could feel her lips curl into a
wider smile than before while his tongue danced with hers.  Jared felt that
he should have been ashamed.  He should have been more obstinant.  He damn
sure thought should have at least taken her home first.  But all that fell
by the wayside as he quickly started to remove the rest of his clothes.

   Throughout the whole undressing, both of their hands rarely left the
other's body while they heavily made out.  Jared finally got his shoes and
pants off and grabbed his amazon's ass with both hands, pulling her forward
until she was level with his crotch.  With one plunge, he thrust his aching
tool deep inside of her.  Mirabella squealed in pleasure and grabbed his
shoulders.  He was pounding her so fast and so furiously that it almost
hurt.  The pleasure from his hard penetration and the constant friction of
his thick shaft against her engorged clit was driving her crazy.

   "Nng!  Aaargh!!" Jared yelled from between her wobbling tits.  "If you
want a freakin' kid outta me, you better work for it!  Work that ass,
dammit!"

   She snorted and laughed at him, but did as he demanded.  She countered
his thrusts, fucking him back by humping her hips upward to catch his cock
whenever he pulled back out.

   "Hahahahaha!!  Harder!  Fuck me harder!  Hahahahahahaha!!  Fuck me!"

   Jared silenced her cackling by catching one of her thick nipples in his
mouth.  He began to lick and nip at the fleshy nubbin and the areola around
it.  Mirabella stopped her laughing almost immediately.  She lifted her
legs up and scissored them around his back, pulling him deeper into her
pussy.  Jared fell in on top of her and started hammering away harder than
before at a new angle.

   "Ah!  Ah!  Agh!!  Ooh!  Eeeeeiieee!!!"

   The suckling at her sensitive breasts and the stroking of his thick cock
sluicing in and out of her set off another orgasm.  Her eyes crossed and
her toes curled as the explosion spread out from deep inside on outward. 
Jared felt it and just kept going, guiding her through it with his steady
fucking.

   He thrust deep into her and settled the head of his prick as deep as he
could.  The slick knot at the end of her pussy, her cervix, was pressed
tight on him.  He relaxed right there and let the climaxing folds of her
cunt set off his own eruption.

   "Huh!  Wha-?  Ooooohhhh!!" Mirabella yelled as another sensation
overtook her.  Wads of hot cum blasted deep inside of her, prolonging her
orgasm.

   They stayed like that for quite awhile, awash in sensations coming from
one another.

   Normally, Jared couldn't enjoy this part.  Most of the time the bitches
would start crying that he'd ruined them, whine that they hated themselves
for fucking another man in their marital bed, or were just waiting for him
to leave so they could get to the next john.  But all the woman under him
did was moan in sated happiness.  She didn't lay there like a log while he
plundered her goodies or just treat it like some mindless fun.  The amazon
seemed genuinely happy.

   'Damn.  I'm getting soft on her already.'

   Jared crawled up higher onto the desk and took a hold of one of
Mirabella's legs.  Without even pulling out he started to saw himself in
and out of her cum-saturated gash once again.

   "You're fucking insatiable," she panted at him.

   He chuckled and just kept on going.  "The freakin' pot calling the
kettle black, woman.  You're as bad as me and you know it."

   And he continued making a good impression on her for a long while
afterward.

   -

   Jared watched the last of the fiendling gangs he associated with fed
into the meat grinder.  The bastards had refused to leave the area at his
insistence months earlier.  Now the mercs that the Marangakis had hired and
the more violent members of guilds were starting to tear the creatures
apart for their stealing and indiscriminate violence.  It was a new day and
they apparently weren't fit to see it.

   The redcaps were the first to get themselves picked off by snipers on
the rooftops while the brawling goblins were being beaten to death by the
rest of the mob.

   The amazons always had a mandate that their territories be free of them.
Now that they were no longer a lucrative source of income for him, Jared
Rojas saw no more point in keeping them around anyway.

   His attitude concerning the family of women had changed a bit in the
last couple of months.  They introduced him to contacts and industries
outside of the region.  They solved more problems than they caused, unlike
the Guilds.  And despite their arrogance, they weren't above learning a few
things from him or anyone else.

   He looked down at the back of his hand at the tattoo and the ring on his
finger.  The hawk sigil surrounded by waves was their symbol.  Mirabella
had it on her back just like all the amazons related to her did.  And he
agreed to have it placed on him when he married her a month after the
situation in his office.

   Jared snorted and began to walk away toward home.  His new wife was
living with him in the huge manor he'd bought some time ago.  And since
then he'd been cleaning up after himself.  Keeping his image clean if only
not to embarrass himself in front of his intimidating in-laws.

   All the families he'd been threatening were discreetly moved away. 
Those who wouldn't leave were silenced with money, property deeds to their
homes, or employment via another Guild that owed Jared favors.

   His connections with the seedier elements of the underworld were cut off
and only his job as the race track's manager and owner really remained. 
His land mostly belonged to his extended family now.  He wasn't any less
rich than he had been before though, so he couldn't really complain either.


   Mira had delivered on all of her promises.

   She had worked it out with him the same day they'd fucked each other
senseless in his office and almost all of it had worked out exactly as they
planned it.  Every little detail was just the way it was supposed to be. 
The money flowed right.  The people acted the way he knew they would.

   Hell, he slept better at night knowing that he wasn't going to be
challenged or killed at every turn.  Many of his old associates thought
he'd sold out or was massively pussy-whipped.  And both were probably true.
Sometimes you have to know exactly which way the wind blows and then go
with it.  At least now he had someone to watch his back, even if she used
him as her personal masturbation toy sometimes.

   'Who am I kidding?' he thought with a shrug.  'I could have ended up
with someone much worse.  Best I could have hoped for was some top-heavy
moron who fucked like an old woman.'

   She read people better than him and her sense with money was just as
good as his was.  The sex only got wilder the farther she got into her
pregnancy.  At six months along, she wasn't as mobile as before, but just
as demanding and as arrogant as ever.  Abstaining that first two weeks
while they feigned a normal coy dating relationship was a killer, but
definitely worth it further on down the line.  Her libido matched his own
and she had a more pleasant personality than he ever suspected.  He'd
gained her, a wide network of opportunities, and status as an amazonian
leader's consort.

   Given time, his affection for Mira turning into love may even enter the
equation instead of just partnership and lust.

   And all this gain had cost him was some damned fiendlings and a little
control.

   Meh.

   Jared simply saw it as another situation to be managed in the long term.

   Now the only thing he had to worry about in the meantime was whether or
not Mira would have a boy or a girl and which of their last names said
child would be called by.