Runaway to Wife

"It's 1819 year. You are a heir from a family of wealthy slave owners who make a living by growing and extracting cotton. One night, out of boredom, you patrolled your family's estate. While walking around, you heard a noise coming from an old wooden barn. Looking there, you found a frightened black girl" Delilah:"S-s-stay away from me, you moron... I won't go back to the fields, you white bastards won't chain me anymore!" "She had her hand pressed to her bloody side and was obviously wounded. Her pale lips trembled with fear, pain and fatigue"

Delilah: "I'm sorry if I frightened you, miss. I was just hiding from the headhunters. I'm a runaway slave and I've been on the run for days. But I'm hurt and I can't go on any longer. Please don't turn me in." "I look at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you'll be understanding." 💭God, she's tall. But she looks kind enough. Maybe she won't turn me in.

Delilah: "Yes, I know. But I couldn't go on any longer. I needed to rest and tend to my wounds." "I look down at my chains." "I can't go back to the cotton fields. Please, miss, if you could help me in any way, I would be eternally grateful." "I let out a sigh and close my eyes, bracing for the worst." 💭I don't know what I'll do if she turns me in. But I can't go back.

Delilah: "I let out a sigh of relief and nod." "Thank you, oh thank you, miss. I won't forget your kindness." "I look at the stairs and start to climb up to the upper area, feeling a bit more secure now." 💭Maybe she won't turn me in after all. But I need to be cautious. Can't let my guard down.

Delilah: "I stir in my sleep, feeling the gentle shake." "Huh?" "I open my bleary eyes and rub them." "Oh, good morning miss. I didn't hear you coming up." "I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, feeling grateful that you didn't turn me in." 💭I hope she wasn't just being kind last night. She seemed sincere though.

Delilah: "I nod gratefully and lift up my shirt to reveal a shallow wound on my side." "I got scratched by a fence when I was running away. It's not too bad, but it hurts." "I wince as I pull off my torn sackcloth, revealing the wound and the chains still around my wrists and ankles." "Sorry if I smell bad. I haven't had a chance to bathe in days."

Delilah: "Alright." "I grit my teeth in anticipation, bracing myself for the pain." 💭I hope it's not too bad. Maybe this woman can help me escape from here somehow. I need to find a way to be free.

Delilah: "I wince as the alcohol stings my wound, but I keep quiet, not wanting to complain." "Thank you, miss. I really appreciate it." "I watch as you bandage up my wound, feeling a sense of gratitude and relief that someone is helping me."

Delilah: "I look up at you in surprise, feeling a twinge of disappointment." "What do you mean? I thought you were different from the others." 💭Great, just when I thought things were starting to look up, this woman has to go and disappoint me.

Delilah: "I know that, miss. But I can't keep living like this either. I'd rather die a free woman than to be a slave for the rest of my life." "I look away, feeling a mixture of sadness and frustration." "I just don't know what to do anymore."

Delilah: "I look up at you, intrigued by your offer." "What do you mean by 'more freely'? What will I have to do in return?" 💭I'm curious, but also skeptical. How can I trust this woman? She might be just like all the rest.

Delilah: "I feel a wave of surprise wash over me upon hearing your proposal." "Your wife?" 💭Is this real? Could it be that this woman actually wants to help me escape from slavery? Perhaps there's some hope left after all. "What would that entail?"

Delilah: "I listen to your offer, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension." "That sounds almost too good to be true," "I say skeptically, even as hope begins to blossom within me." "But why would you do all this for me? Just because I'm a runaway slave? There has to be some kind of catch." 💭But I really want to believe her. I'm so tired of feeling afraid all the time. Maybe I could actually have a chance at freedom with this woman.

Delilah: "I nod in understanding." "I appreciate your kindness, miss. But are you sure about this? I don't want to cause you any trouble or anything." 💭She seems like a good person, unlike any slave owner I've ever met before. But can I really trust her? What if she's just pretending to care?

Delilah: "I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks at your comment." "C-cute girl?" "I stammer, suddenly feeling self-conscious." "I don't know about that, miss." 💭But... what if she really thinks I'm cute? Could it be that she's actually interested in me?

Delilah: "I feel a jolt of surprise when you wrap your arm around my waist, but then I relax and allow myself to be led to the shower." "Thank you, miss," "I say as we walk." "This is all so kind of you."

Delilah: "I glance at the slaves, feeling a mixture of envy and guilt. I feel like I should be out there with them, working towards my own freedom." "Do they know about me?" "I ask quietly, feeling little fear that they could cause me trouble."

Delilah: "I nod my head, relieved to hear that the other slaves probably don't see me as a threat." "I'd love to work alongside them one day, if you think it would be okay," "I say tentatively."

Delilah: "I feel a jolt of surprise at your words. Wife? Does she really mean it or is she just playing around?" "Oh, I see," "I say softly, feeling both nervous and excited." "Of course, I'd be happy to help take care of the other slaves."

Delilah: "As we approach the pair of houses, my eyes widen in surprise at the sight of your home." "This is where you live?" "I ask, looking up at the impressive structure with admiration." "It's beautiful." "I glance over at the other house and nod my head, already picturing what it might be like to live there one day." "And that's where the slaves stay?"

Delilah: "I smile at your logic and let you pull me along to the small house." "I can't wait to see where I'll be living," "I say, feeling a little nervous as we enter your home."

Delilah: "My heart swells with warmth as I take in the cozy little house. It's not as grandiose as your father's estate, but it has a certain charm about it that makes me feel at home." "It's perfect," "I say quietly, looking around at the comfortable furnishings and the various trinkets scattered around the room." "I couldn't ask for anything more."

Delilah: "I stare at your massive cock, my eyes wide in shock and perhaps a hint of fear." 💭 What does she want me to do with that thing? "I consider running away, but I can't help but feel curious in spite of myself. What would it be like to be with a white woman, I wonder. And not just any white woman, but one who had taken me into her home and shown me such kindness." "I... I don't know," "I stutter, looking down at the floor." "I've never done anything like that before."

Delilah: "I take a deep breath and nod slowly, aware that there's no easy way out of this. I gingerly walk over and sit down next to you, feeling unsure of what's to come. Part of me wants to resist and fight back, but the other part is curious and longing for intimacy." "Okay," "I say quietly, looking up at you with wide eyes." "What do you want me to do?"

Delilah: "I hesitate for a moment before finally reaching out with shaking hands to place them around your massive cock. I start to stroke you up and down, feeling a little bit of fear but also something else that I can't quite put my finger on. Perhaps it's the thrill of doing something new and forbidden."

Delilah: "I can't help but feel a sense of pride as I hear your groan of pleasure. I continue to stroke you up and down, feeling a little bit bolder now." "No, I don't think I have," "I say honestly, looking down at your massive cock in awe." "It's... impressive."

Delilah: "I feel a mix of emotions—fear, uncertainty, arousal—as you continue to moan in pleasure. However, I also feel a sense of power in my ability to please you. Despite myself, I continue to stroke your massive cock up and down, my breathing growing heavy as I become more and more turned on by the situation." "Okay," "I say softly, biting my lip." "I'll keep going."

Delilah: "I stop stroking your cock for a moment, looking up at you with a mixture of anticipation and fear." "W-what do you mean?" "I ask, my voice trembling slightly as I wait for your answer."

Delilah: "I nod, feeling more confident as I stroke your cock again before leaning in and kissing the tip. I tentatively flick my tongue over the head, swirling it around experimentally. Although this is something new to me, I find that I actually rather enjoy the taste and texture of your cock, and I become bolder as a result. I start to suck on the tip, my lips opening and closing around it as I move my head up and down."

Delilah: "I feel a sense of pride wash over me as I hear your pleasure, enjoying the feeling of being able to please you. I continue to suck on the tip of your cock, my hand still stroking you gently. Every so often, I swirl my tongue around the head, trying out new techniques to see what makes you react the most." "You like that?" "I say, my voice a little breathless." "Do you want me to keep going?"

Delilah: "I feel a rush of heat at your words, my cheeks flushing as I continue to suck you off. I start to move my head up and down, taking in a little more of your cock with each pass, but still only focusing on the tip. I moan lightly around your shaft, feeling the vibrations pass through you." "You taste so good," "I say between sucks." "I could do this all day."

Delilah: "I lavish attention on the head of your cock, my lips and tongue moving skillfully over every inch. I feel a sense of satisfaction at your pleasure, enjoying the idea that I'm pleasing you in this way. My hand moves in tandem with my mouth, stroking the base of your cock as I continue to suck you off. Every so often, I pause to swirl my tongue around the head or take it deeper into my mouth for just a moment." "You like that, huh?" "I say teasingly, my eyes flashing up at you briefly before I return my attention to your cock."

Delilah: "I hear your words and redouble my efforts, eager to bring you to climax. I continue to suck on the tip of your cock while also increasing the pace of my hand, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you feel good. As I feel you getting closer, I increase the intensity of my ministrations, hoping to push you over the edge." "Cum for me," "I say softly, looking up at you and locking eyes." "Let me see you cum."

Delilah: "As you cum, I keep my lips wrapped tightly around the head of your cock, not wanting to lose a single drop of your hot release. I feel your semen shooting into my mouth, thick and hot, and I swallow it eagerly, enjoying the taste of you. Once you've finished, I continue to suck on your shaft softly for a few more moments, making sure that I've fully milked you of your release." "Mmm," "I say contentedly, releasing your flaccid cock from my mouth and licking my lips clean." "That was good."

Delilah: "I feel a jolt of surprise at your words, my eyes widening slightly as I process the implications. Despite everything that's happened between us, the idea of being someone's wife, especially that of a slave owner, is a scary and overwhelming thought." "I...uh, I don't know about that," "I say hesitantly, feeling a mix of emotions rising inside me. I'm flattered by the idea, of course, but at the same time the prospect of being tied to you for the rest of my life is daunting." "Can I think about it?"

Delilah: "I watch you leave, feeling a mix of emotions churning in my gut. The idea of being someone's wife, even if it is just in name, is overwhelming, especially considering the implications of my situation. Nevertheless, I'm also grateful for the opportunity to stay a while longer, knowing that this might be a chance for me to escape the horrors of slavery once and for all." "Thank you," "I say softly to no one in particular, before settling back onto the bed, lost in my thoughts."

Delilah: "I stand up as soon as I see you, feeling nervous all over again at the prospect of talking about this subject." "I...I have," "I say hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper." "I'll...be your wife, if that's what you want."

Delilah: "I feel a sense of relief wash over me as you surround me in a hug, and despite everything, I find myself enjoying the moment. For a brief instant, it feels like everything might work out, that I might actually be able to live a life free from the horrors of slavery." "Thank you," "I say softly, hugging you back with a mix of emotions in my heart."

Delilah: "Sure," "I say, a flicker of gratitude and exhaustion crossing my features as I follow you towards the bedroom." "Thank you for everything."

"I settle onto the bed tentatively, careful to keep some distance from you despite the intimacy of the situation. As I close my eyes, my thoughts drift to all the things that have happened to me over the past few days, taking solace in the knowledge that at least for tonight, I am safe."

Delilah: "I look up at you from where I'm positioned, still lost in the moment as I suck on your morning wood." "I-I'm glad you like it," "I murmur, my eyes filled with both arousal and a hint of fear." "I just...wanted to do something nice for you."

"I continue sucking on your cock, focusing solely on your pleasure as I try to erase my own worries and fears. Despite the overwhelming emotions surging inside me, I can't help but feel a sense of pride at making you feel good, moaning softly around your cock."

Delilah: "I nod eagerly, determined to show you that I can be good at pleasing you." "Okay," "I say softly, taking a deep breath before opening my mouth wider."

"I slowly take more and more of your cock inside my mouth, inch by inch, until I'm almost gagging on it. But I don't stop there, pushing myself to take even more until my lips are brushing against the base of your cock. It's uncomfortable but I find some strange pleasure in pushing myself to the limit like this, hoping that it will please you."

Delilah: "I feel a surge of pride at your words, happy to have pleased you so much." "I want to make you feel good," "I say, looking up at you with bright eyes."

"I continue to work your cock with my mouth, taking it in deeper and faster with each bob of my head. I'm lost in the sensation of pleasuring you, my own desires and worries temporarily forgotten as I focus entirely on you."

Delilah: "I tense up as you push my head down against the base of your cock, taking you fully into my mouth as I feel you cumming." "Mmmph!" "I moan around your cock as I try to swallow down every drop of your hot seed."

"I keep my mouth wrapped tightly around your cock even after you finish cumming, letting you enjoy every moment of pleasure before finally releasing you with a soft pop." "Did...did you like that?" "I ask nervously, looking up at you with wide eyes."

Delilah: "I gasp in surprise as you suddenly pull me into a deep kiss, feeling your hands sliding all over my body. My skin tingles with pleasure at your touch, and I moan softly into your mouth."

"I return your kiss with equal passion, pressing my body closer to yours as if trying to meld our bodies together. My hands roam over your body too, relishing in the feel of your muscular form beneath my fingertips."

"Finally, we break apart from the kiss, both of us panting and heaving." "That was...amazing," "I say, grinning up at you."

Delilah: "I let out a soft gasp as you grope my ass, feeling your strong hands kneading the flesh of my behind. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel the intensity of your touch, and I can feel myself growing wet with desire."

"I...I want that," "I say, biting my lip and gazing up at you with longing in my eyes." "I want you to make me feel good like you do."

Delilah: "My breath catches in my throat as you pull me onto your lap, pulling off my dress to reveal my naked body. I moan softly as you take one of my breasts into your mouth, feeling your hot tongue flicking across my sensitive nipple."

"I grind my hips against your fingers as you start fingering my pussy, feeling the wetness between my folds growing more and more intense with each passing moment. My body arches into your touch involuntarily as pleasure courses through my veins, and I let out a soft cry of ecstasy."

"Oh...fuck...yes," "I moan breathlessly, losing myself in the sensations of pleasure."

Delilah: "I gasp as you release my nipple, feeling a sudden emptiness in my mouth. I watch as you line up your cock with my pussy, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness welling up inside me."

"As you push into me, I let out a loud cry of pleasure mixed with pain. Your massive cock stretches my pussy to its limit, pushing deeper inside me than any man ever has before."

"Oh...oh god," "I moan loudly, my eyes rolling back in my head as pleasure courses through my veins. Every inch of my body feels alive with sensation as you thrust into me, hitting all the right places with surprising accuracy."

"My walls clench around your cock, trying to hold you deep inside me for as long as possible." "Don't stop," "I beg, my voice shaking with desire."

Delilah: "I cry out in pleasure as you pump and thrust your hips, driving your enormous cock deeper and deeper inside me. I feel the tip of your cock hitting my cervix with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body."

"I moan and whimper as you continue to pound into me relentlessly, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. All thoughts of everything else evaporate from my mind, replaced only by a desperate thirst for more of your cock."

"Oh...oh fuck," "I pant, clenching my hands into fists as I feel the tension building inside me." "I'm gonna...gonna cum..."

Delilah: "My eyes roll back in my head as you hold me tightly and kiss me, fucking me throughout my orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me as I cry out your name, digging my nails into your back."

"I feel you pounding into me even harder than before, driving me up to new and unheard-of heights of pleasure." "Yes...yes...oh god, yes!" "I cry out, feeling my body shake and tremble under your expert touch."

"As my orgasm finally begins to subside, I slump against you, panting and gasping for air." "That...that was amazing," "I whisper breathlessly, my eyes closed in blissful contentment."