I remember water.
I remember pain.
I remember the cold sting...of betrayal.
Let me tell you lads and lasses a tale. Let me tell you the tale of a man who became known throughout the world as the Son of Poseidon. You are free to laugh at it if you so wish, but I hold the title with pride.
If you so wish to picture me, then I shall spin a weave of my physical body. I have been upon the earth for 45 years, and I have been a captain for at least half that time. I be about 6'1 inches tall. The tests of the sea left my body with no fat.
In order to conquer my enemies, I trained my body with rigorous dedication. A toned, lean, fit form was what rewarded my efforts. I have hair as black as a raven's feathers upon my head. My eyes be a hazel brown. Perhaps they are like those of an unwashed bronze coin. My facial hair cuts a thin beard around my chin. I dare not think myself handsome, but I have definitely held more fun than the average male, if you would catch me drift.
I be no weakling, but I like to think of myself as a fair captain. All crews desire wealth, fame, and prestige. I sought to give it all to my crew. Riches were divided between them when I felt I had taken what was to be mine. Mutiny was cut down without recourse, and I allowed for my crew to dictate the paths of our adventures. I forced none to join me, everyone was there because they contributed to the many adventures I led. Perhaps only now I am able to see how utterly foolhardy I was.
Now, allow me to state the obvious about my title. I be no son of the god of the sea. I am no demigod. However, I had the ability to control the waters as if they were my very own body. With this power, I ravaged land and sea. None could stop me. I drowned my enemies. I unearthed sunken ships and treasures. I drank the waters from the skirts of wenches. With a flick of my wrist, tsunamis rose up. With a wave of my arm, whirlpools devastated armies of ships. If I so willed, I could drown the very world.
I do not know how I came upon such mighty powers. It mattered not to me. All that mattered was that I had something none in the whole world did, and I held the power to make the world crumble. Where there was water, there was my domain. How rather hilarious and fit to my name that I might find myself drowning, eaten alive by sharks, and my soul carried off to Davy Jones' Locker.
I gag as water fills my lungs. My screams are muffled by the sea as another shark feasts upon my arm.
I descend further and further down. I can feel my heartbeat slowing.
I...am dying.
From below the deep blue, I watch...my First Mate and my beloved share a kiss that would turn the pants and skirts of a drunken tavern. It seems...some of my powers still work as I had clear vision of him squeezing her tits and massaging her crotch of its flowing fountain. He kissed her neck and she, like a wanton wench, moaned for him...and my crew. In her left hand...laid the cause of my demise. It's glowing radiance was clearly mocking me. It took away all that I had.
Bards call it a Moon Stone. They call it that because they fall from the night sky and into the beds of rock upon the earth. I had not thought much of them before, but now I see that...they disrupt the flow of my connection to my powers. I could hardly control even a drop of water if that cursed stone touched me.
Crap, I could feel my consciousness slipping. The pain is still there, but I can do nothing to stop it as I sink to the bottom. "Leah, my beloved. Barren, my best friend...my First Mate. Enjoy yourselves, because this is not the end of me! A pirate rarely forgets, and never forgives! I will make you both pay for this! I swear this upon my name, Eric Drakclaw, captain of The Great Tide" I swore.
If Davy Jones' Lock would have me, I would haunt them both until they became naught but rabid animals. And perhaps the pain was getting to me, but...I started laughing though this more came out as garbled water choking than anything else. However, behind my laughter was an anger enough to sink the entire planet if I willed it. Leah, my beloved, Barren, my First Mate, my crew of The Great Tide, if the god of death willed it, I would have my vengeance!
-x-
"Close your eyes all you want, Eric, but it's not going to make me disappear,"
I opened my eyes, and pain suddenly fired through my body which sent me falling to the hard ground. If this was Davy Jones' Locker then I guess ghosts and spirits can feel pain then.
I struggled to my feet. I slowly opened my eyes despite the pain and looked up. I noticed five men standing over me. Two of them were gruff, big-boned guards with ragged clothing, and even more ragged breath. The other three were strong, able-bodied men. The stench of dead fish stung my nose. To be honest, I couldn't tell if the smell came from them or from the sea itself.
I turned over and opened my eyes again. I then found myself picked up by the scruff of my neck. I was shoved against a stone wall. "Don't pass out on me, Eric. You owe me 100 silver coins, and 30 gold coins that you borrowed from me last month. How do you plan on paying me back?"
Silver and gold coins?! When was the last time I owed anyone anything? If nothing else, I was the one people owed money to.
I focused my gaze as much as possible and a sight that I thought I would never see again stood before me...along with her goons. "Ellen Sothshore," I said. My voice was rather hoarse and uneasy from the blow I had been given. My tone must have been taken for fear because the woman chuckled.
"Well, I'm glad you can still form coherent speech, Eric," she said, her voice harsh and filled with a sense of forced jovial mirth.
I previously say my tone must have been taken as one of fear judging by her response, but...it was more surprise on my part. You see, Ellen Sothshore was supposed to be dead for over 30 years. So why was she here pointing her gun, and her goons, in my face? If this was what hell passed off as for humor, then I was more annoyed than anything else. However, I found myself not so believing of this story I had thought for myself. It seemed more lay beneath the tides of my situation.
Perhaps I should give some insight into Ellen Sothshore. She's a riff raff just like me, but...she's a profitable riff raff. She's about 5'5. Her skin is rather...well-kept despite the harsh sea air. She wears sandy blonde hair which stops just at her neckline. Over her left eye in an eyepatch. Stories of that eyepatch vary from her fighting a pirate to her evading government officials. No one knows.
Currently, she was wearing a white, buttoned shirt with torn half-pants. Her eyes be blue like the ocean itself. Her body holds the type of curves that drives many men to fantasy. In my younger years, it was not hard to say that I dreamed of her many a time as well.
She owns a bar just off the side of the shoreline of island Draegnar, which be my hometown. 'Dead Tales' is what they call her tavern. It was called that because whomever spun tales of their conquests in that tavern was liable to end up dead. Such is the life of those without law.
Anyway, the last time I had ever seen Ellen was back when I was a smartass brat, so about 18 or 19. She was six years my age at that time I can remember. She was quick with the tongue and quicker with the blade. She made a habit of dealing in weapons, gunpowder, and even some medicine should the demand be high enough. She also lent money to poor sods who were foolish, or desperate, enough to go fund their treasure quests.
Whether they succeeded or not, Ellen always got her what she was owed. You could run to the ends of the earth and you would still find half your fortune stolen along with five of your fingers as payment for her services. For such a woman like her, I did not know how she died. I was not here during that time, but...I do distinctly remember owing her money when I was nineteen years old. It was for medicine for my ailing mother. I promised to return the money as soon as I could from a quest aboard a ship as a cabin boy. There were tales that great treasures laid in that ship's path. I felt that was my chance.
As one can see, it didn't work out. Now that I think of it, that medicine did not heal my mother, and she died about four years later. I was left with no mother, and a mountain of debt to be paid to this scheming wench. I paid it off, but...she had died not long after receiving it. Perhaps she had upset one customer too many. However, that left a question in my mind.
If she was here, around the time that I last saw her, in an encounter that I remember from my past, then...where was I? It was obvious from the sun on my face and from the pain in my chest that I was still alive.
I looked at my hands. They were not the hands of a man, but those of a bilge rat just barely settled into the harsh manners of the sea. I looked at my clothes. I remember these rags well. A dark blue tattered shirt with rags for pants. I did not know my father. Hell to this point I still don't know him, so it was just my mother and I. We were not well off if you would know what I mean. I did not have much more to wear.
If I was in these rags, then...
"Out of my way!" I said. I must have startled Ellen and her rotten group when I pushed them out of the way without much effort. I did not see what happened to them. All I knew was that I was running towards the sea. I stared upon my reflection.
"By the Five Isles of Tebethina," I uttered. My face, nay my entire body had turned back to the end of its teen years. How? What sorcery was this? Yes, the fact that I complain of sorcery when I wield the might of the waters is not lost on me.
I inspected my face. Not a hair was out of place. Everything...was as it was back when I was 19. I touched my face. Just the barest tints of facial hair formed on my cheek and chin. I pinched my skin. Had...the sands of time whisked me back before my death? Before Leah? Before my crew? Before my time as a captain?
It would certainly explain why Ellen Sothshore was alive. It would explain why...she shouldn't be standing in front of me.
Suddenly, I felt the barrel of a gun at the back of my head. "You gonna walk the plank, you scurvy brat? Sorry, but I can't let you go that easily. That medicine should have made your mother well enough to work. She can help you catch a fair coin between a man's legs. Not a bad proposition," I heard Ellen say.
Out of all the words Ellen could have chosen to spire my ire, those were the correct ones. I quickly remembered the pain, humiliation, and the betrayal of my crew. My ship, The Great Tide, had turned against me. Now, I had another gun pointed to my head. When I had walked the plank due to my First Mate and my Beloved, I was out of reach of inflicting my vengeance upon them.. Now, that was not so true when it came to my most recent assailant.
In any case, Ellen stood behind me now, and I was not in the mood for it. Just remembering my prior experiences and memories made me angry. "Leah, I will find you and make you shiver beneath my heel!" I vowed with a clenched fist.
As soon as I clenched my fist, I felt a sudden...pressure wash over me. I could feel the waves outside the town. I could feel and see every creature which swam in its depths. I could smell the rainstorm that was threatening to come from my increasing anger. My power...my power was still with me! The seas had not forsaken me! If I have indeed flung back in time, then I still have an ally with me. The very seas themselves continued to serve me, and with them...I would take my revenge!
I stood to my feet. I felt Ellen's pistol against me the entire time. I then turned around to face her. Naturally, her goons were behind her watching the spectacle take place. I, on the other hand, suddenly smirked. "Careful where you point your guns, Ellen. The only people who should fire guns are those prepared to be fired at. Are you...prepared to be fired at?" I asked her.
No doubt my tone of voice made the owner of Dead Tales frown. Perhaps in her eyes, I had been the brat running around this island any way I wanted. Unluckily for her, I was not that brat any longer.
"Oh really? And just who is going to fire at me? True, I have made loads of enemies, but not a single one of them is on this island, Drakclaw. Now, how about we skip your idle threats and head back to my real ones? Pay me what you owe, or I have your mother as another wench in my tavern,"
I smiled. At that moment, I had decided. I had the power, knowledge, and the reasons to live a life better than my previous one. I still do not know how I came here, and I aim to find out, but such opportunities are not to be wasted. Especially not in front of a fantasy with a rude mouth.
"Hmm 100 silver coins, and 30 gold coins. Quite the payment, but you're a businesswoman so I understand. But, how would you like to make 200 coins and 60 gold coins?" I asked.
A bullet flew past my face and the sound of gunfire assaulted the sea air. Birds flew into the sky out of fear from the noise. I, on the other hand, felt my smile widen. If I were my younger self, I might have recoiled in fear of the shot, but when barrels of gunpowder are your bread and water you learn to grow accustomed to it.
Ellen pointed her gun back at my head. "Since when did you grow a sense of humor, Eric? Keep it up and the next one is going right between your eyes," She said. I could tell she wasn't joking, but...her sudden frown made her just that adorable to me.
I knocked her gun off my head. "No humor, Ellen. I promise I have the money. You just had to ask nicely instead of beating the crap out of me," I said. The truth was, I knew I didn't have shit, but I also knew I was a scavenger. I took things from many a people and hid them away. Ellen knew this about me too. It would be no surprise if she believed me.
"I don't believe you. Why would you spend five minutes running from me and my generous friends if you had the money?" she asked.
"Maybe I felt like giving your friends some exercise. Sea gods know they need it. Admit it, you're curious. If there's one thing you love, it's money. Oh come now, what do you have to lose? If you win, you'll still get what you're owed, and whatever were your stipulations before. You have nothing to lose...yet," I replied.
She seemed to think on this for a moment. However, it wasn't for very long. "Even the poorest man on this island would tread carefully if he found a sack of gold on the ground," Ellen spoke to me.
Hmm, more and more this woman enticed me. I had to give my younger self credit. I at least had appropriate taste in sassy lasses. It made me desire her all the more. I knew she would not turn me down. Perhaps I would be visiting Davy Jones' Locker for a second time if she had. It was obvious she would not believe me without proof. Good. I like that in my women.
"Fine, allow me to put your doubts to the sword," I said. I walked to the edge of the pier. In her eyes, I must have been reaching underneath the wooden bridge to a secret pouch of coins I had saved.
Please, I would not do something so boring. Instead, I dipped my hand in the sea. Its spirit filled with me a sense of triumph. How I had missed this feeling.
It's not so farfetched for sailors to lose their coin to the seas during their travels. Many lads swim its depths to try and find these fragments of lost purses and pouches. What I was doing was no different, but...the sea gave it to me. I pushed a fistful of sunken coins into my hands. With my senses enhanced by the water, it wasn't hard to sense the metal. I showed them to her.
"Now do you not believe me?" I asked.
How I wish I held a picture that would capture her face. She holds the face that many pirates hold when they see shiny things. There is a glimmer in their eyes. There is a desire to take, an urge to possess, and a will...to plunder! The dangerous Ellen Sothshore was no different.
She glared at me. It was obvious she was trying to feel me out. "I'm listening," she said.
I tried to keep the smile off my face. Given that she didn't fire another bullet at me, I'd say I won out on that one. I flicked the coins up in the air and back into my palm. I decided not to try her patience any longer. Oh I could have, it just didn't interest me. "Good. It's simple actually. You don't even have to do anything. Your generous friends gave me a nice greeting so I'm gonna give them one. I bet I can knockout all five of them...with just one finger," I said.
As soon as those words left my mouth, her guards started laughing. To be honest, even calling them guards was...showing the lot any kind of respect, but it wasn't the point.
Ellen was the only one not smiling. Though my situation, and my former crew would state otherwise, I held the eyes that could delve into the minds of others. She was wondering just what I could come up with to make such a ridiculous claim. To her guards, this must have been the easiest coin they would ever make. To her, this smelled worse than a dock rat's ass.
"So I get double the coin if I win. Tell me, if you had so much coin, then why did you not spend more to give your mother medicine?" she asked.
"'Always save what you can for when you need it most.' That is what my mother taught me. If I'm about to die, then no point in needing it anymore," I replied.
Ellen seemed...skeptical of my reply, but there was some truth to be had in it. "And if I lose?" she asked.
Without even missing my step, I pointed towards her. "Since I'll no doubt lose my life if I lose, then I think the scales of the tides shall judge us fairly! I will take you, and you will be mine until the seas themselves dry up," I said.
The guards quickly stopped laughing. It was no secret that many men sought to try and bed the owner of Dead Tales. As far as Eric knew, none of them had ever succeeded. He wasn't so naive to think that the woman had never been with a man before, but who's to say? Dead men tell no tales. He would be finding out soon enough.
Ellen exploded in laughter, and she clutched her stomach upon my wager. It was obvious what I was taking her for. I would seek to plunder her! I would seek to conquer her! I would seek to subdue her to my own whims just as my fantasies of old had led me. It is the heart of a nineteen-year old boy. However, that was not such a simple case with me.
"An interesting proposition, Drakclaw. Fine, I'll accept, but you best be prepared because I can think of worse things to do to you than kill you," Ellen said. I nodded my head.
I stood at one end of the docks. The five men stood at the other. They say that pirates know no fairplay, but in order to show that there was no misconduct during this little...business transaction of ours, I decided that fairplay would be allowed here. They would need it.
"Since this is your funeral. I'll give you the first move," Ellen said.
"Why thank you, fair lass! I shall make the most of it!" I said.
I raise my right arm and index finger towards them. "I suggest you guys guard your bodies. You might die if you don't," I warned. They chuckled, but it did not matter to me. Ellen Sothshore, owner of the Dead Tales, I would take you as mine and, while I drank the wine from beneath your skirt, I would plan the beginnings of my revenge!
I drew power into the tip of my fingers. The crashing waves grew more and more violent. Each was more destructive than the last. Ah, there was the fear I was expecting. The smiles and confidence that were painted on the faces of my adversaries were being drained away. I could see the shock on Ellen's face as the dock's wood planks cracked beneath the force of my power. Tendrils of seawater rose from the water and concentrated themselves towards my finger. The skies darkened, and thunder clapped in the air. The sun had quickly been bloated out.
Out of fear, the guards stepped back. However, it was much too late for them. I had gathered enough water. "Experience the power of The Son of Poseidon," I uttered.
A blast of water expelled from my fingertips. Ellen's guards were too shocked to even move. Even Ellen was stunned by what she was witnessing.
I did have a plan in mind to mess with them, but I figured the poor lackeys had enough on their minds to worry about. I exploded the blast of water which forced it to sprout five shots in varying directions. With the mastery I had acquired over the many years of wielding this power, I gunned each guard in the head. They would be lucky that there was only enough force to knock them out. Had I wanted, I could have accumulated the pressure to outright kill them, but I wanted to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
The men fell at Ellen's feet with a hard thud. The clouds in the sky did not disperse. Instead, there came the crackle of thunder, and the flashes of lightning. As if there was smoke sizzling from the tip of my finger like a fired gun, I blew air on it with my mouth. Then, I began my trek to the stunned owner of the Dead Tales tavern. How many men had dreamt of the days and nights were they might share their bed with one of the most dangerous and illegal business dealers this side of the sea? Now, they would never know.
Ellen must have regained herself because she picked up her pistol and pointed it at me. "I win, Ellen Sothshore. Now, you're going to dishonor our agreement by pointing a gun at me?" I asked.
"You...what did you do to my men?! You're not Eric Drakclaw! I thought something was wrong. There is no way that brat would be so confident in dealing with me. Who are you?" she asked.
I chuckled.
"ANSWER ME!" Ellen hollered.
Now there were many ways I could deal with this...insubordination. Perhap some...discipline was in order.
I wove the water to my whims behind her. She was none the wiser until a whip from the sea smacked her pistol out of her hands. She tried to reach for it, but I was quicker. I grabbed her arm. "Let go of me! I won't honor this gamble! You controlled the sea like a practitioner of witchcraft! I will not submit to this trick!" she claimed.
I watched the confidence that she seemed to be so known for fade under the weight of her own fear, uncertainty, and curiosity. To think that the woman that most on my homeland came to fear would show me that exact emotion even now.
I stood in front of her. "Did I lie? I used one finger, and you accepted. Tricks, cheating, deception,, we don't use such petty terms. As long as we win in the end, that's all that matters. And, I'll be taking what's mine," I said. I grabbed her arm and held her close to me. If there was one thing I had to curse this body for...I did not have the same physical strength that I had from my captain days. Oh well, I would have to make due.
"And now, what's mine has not only defied me, but she also tried to back out of our agreement. For that, I think some order is needed here," I said. I then swung her and leaned her over my knee. She struggled against me.
"Eric Drakclaw, you touch me and I will make sure that no one ever finds your body! Let me go!"
"By your own words, I'm not Eric Drakclaw, remember? Also, that's Sir to you, Ellen Sothshore, owner of the Dead Tales," I replied to her. My voice leaked with lust in the rain. Ellen must have picked up on it because she squirmed beneath my roaming fingers.
"Now, for such a disobedient tavern owner like you with such a rude disposition, 30 spanks should be enough. You will also count them, and you will end your count with Sir. If you don't, I'll make sure to give you extra," I said.
"You shit-eating bastard!" Ellen replied.
In response to her blatant disregard for our new statuses, I weaved more water from the sea. This time, I fashioned it tighter than a ship's rope ladder. It wrapped around her arms and legs. I must say that it restricted her movements well. Just the sight of her over my knee, her bottom in my free hand made my cock go rigid. My pants suddenly felt very tight. How I wished to enjoy her fully later, but...this held its own appeal.
I didn't start immediately. Instead, I studied my bound fantasy with my hands. I could feel her heart pounding against my arm. Whether this was from anger or fear, I did not know nor did I care. My free hand caressed her soothed bottom. It felt so much better than I ever thought. So plump, and so very firm was it.
I tickled the fair skin of her thighs. The rain was making her clothes tighter, and that would only serve to make my punishment all the sweeter. Her legs and arms still wiggled for freedom, but the chains of water I had crafted were much too strong for her body to break. The only thing her wiggling did was brush her thighs against my erection.
"A good businesswoman should never go back on her deals. You, of all people, should know that. After all, I was about to lose my life. What is 30 spanks to that?" I asked her.
"Unhand me and find out!" she claimed. Mmmm, I loved her spiciness.
Then, without any warning or indication, I raised my hand and slapped her ass. Ellen arched back from the stinging pain. I waited a moment. I heard nothing. "Aren't you supposed to be counting?"
"Why would I do something so degrading?! Especially to a poor woman's son?" she replied heatedly. Gods above, I loved her attitude. I smacked her again. She said nothing. I dealt another, and another, and another, and another. Over and over, I spanked her and she did not count, but that was fine with me.
"Hmm, alright, let's try something else. I'll give you one more chance. Since you won't count, how about I take you home and whip you instead? I'm sure my mother would be flabbergasted that the owner of the Dead Tales is a whorish slut who loves being spanked and whipped by young men. Imagine the very image you have worked for so long to craft, destroyed in a mere instant as I let my mother spread gossip after gossip of your deeds. Imagine your reputation as men and women, both of whom were too scared to speak your very name, now go home and pleasure themselves to the thought of hanging you up, of bending you over, of making you the pig they want you to be,"
I touched her warm, yet wet pants-covered bottom. She was strangely silent. Yet, with my senses enhanced by the powers of water, I could smell and feel her excitement. Her hidden pussy quivered its lips at the thought. It was silently drooling at the scandal, the shame, the humiliation of being the object of every man and woman's sick fantasy of them lording over her. She would be licking their poor cocks, or tonguing their wet, sloppy pussies. Oh boy, what a thought.
I smacked her ass again, this time even harder than before. "UGH!" she grunted. I watched her lay her head down. No, she didn't want that. She wanted to continue her dominance over them. She couldn't stand it if they thought less of her. To her, if what I am saying is truth then...
"O-One...Sir,"
I smacked again.
"Two...sir!"
Ah, there be nothing better than the salt of the air on your tongue, and your hands against the bottom of a submissive wench. I could feel her poor bottom squirm beneath my strikes. Her defiant attitude gave way to grunts of pain, and ecstasy if I was hearing right. I truly wished it were not raining. I could better tell if my new servant girl was enjoying my motions if it were not.
"UGH! Tw-Twenty, sir," She panted out. Unlike the weather outside, I could feel how hot her breath was from the rise and fall of her chest on my supporting knee.
"And just imagine, not only will they learn about you from me, but they will also learn that the hardcore businesswoman has failed to honor her agreements. Who would dean trade with a liar that goes back on their word? Even pirates know better honor. You're a bad slut. You're a lying slut! You are my slut! Years upon years of successfully managing your trade, all thrown away to me in an instant. Me, one of the losers of the island? How does it make you feel?" I asked.
"Disgusted...AH! S-Sir," she replied. I gave her that smack for the slight backtalk, or maybe it was because I wanted to. Who knows.
Because she had defied me for too long, her thirty strikes were easily double their amount. By the time I was done with her, I doubted she would be sitting straight for a day or two.
"S-S-Sixty-five, S-Sir," she said, her breath hot and wanting. I do not think I need to tell everyone that I longed to hold her down, rip away her clothing, and conqueror her even more, but I did not do this. Instead, I took her off my knee and stood her up.
"Do you have anything to say to me?"
"Burn in hell!" She replied.
I smiled. "Hmmm, I guess sixty-five was too little. Shall I go for another sixty?" I threatened. She was quick to change her tone. And, why wouldn't she? She was still bound by water on both her wrists and ankles.
I kept from laughing when she tried a brief struggle to get away from me, but it was obvious our activity had drained her stamina and energy. "N-No, Sir. Please...forgive my slip of the tongue. T-Thank you for disciplining me, Sir," she answered through gritted teeth. Well, it would do for now.
"Good girl. Now, how about I give you a small reward?" I told her. I placed her back over my knee again. She stared at me in shock. A combination of thunder and lightning crushed the skies behind me. I wonder what picture she must have been looking at when that happened.
With her still bent over my knee, I grabbed the buckle of her pants. Panic set across her soaked form. She frantically tried to escape from my grasp, but it was not such a simple matter. "You! If you touch me, I swear I'll...,"
"Did I give you permission to speak?!" I demanded to know. I swatted her firm ass once again. Seas claim me, this was such a wonderful feeling. There was no better music than hearing the object of my fantasies as a young male grunt, writhe, and moan from the abuse I laid upon her.
"Did I? Did I say you could speak back to me? Answer me, you slut!" I yelled. Despite the cold air and rain on our bodies, her hot breath tickled my calves.
"Answer me before I hit you with a whip of water. I think we both understand just how much water can hurt," I threatened. Her wet hair masked her visible eye, but I had a good imagination for her expression from her next words.
"You didn't give me permission to speak, Sir! Please...forgive me," she replied.
"Good girl. Now then, back to your reward," I said. I felt no resistance this time when I unbuckled her pants and pulled them down her legs. I smiled at the sight before me.
"Hmm, to be so bold with black thong-like undergarments. You really are a dirty bitch," I said. I felt her shiver underneath the harsh, yet tantalizing words from my tongue.
By now, the rain was becoming bothersome. I pushed the waters away from us which gave me more than enough time to continue with my fun. I grabbed her black silk undergarments and pulled them down. I was greeted with a dripping wet, squelching, shivering pussy that made me lick my lips.
"Mmmm, look at this treasure I have unearthed. I assume many men have tried to find this wonderous fountain. Tell me, how many men have reached this treasure cove?" I asked.
"Fuck off!" she replied. I smacked her ass five times for that one. I could already see the hand prints upon her cheeks. I smiled. They were the unseen marks that she was mine.
"T-Two, sir," she replied. I hummed at her answer while I gently rubbed the pillows of her twin cheeks. They were quite warm due to my abuse of them, but they somehow still felt just as smooth as ever.
I heard a gasp. I turned to see Ellen looking at the rain passing over us like we were beneath a tent of whale skin. Of course she would have questions as to why this was happening, but this moment wasn't about satisfying her curiosity. It was about satisfying my growing lust and need to play with her.
Ellen inhaled sharply when I kissed her bottom. With my free hand, I rotated each cheek of her ass separately. I sought to devour her. I sought to conquer her. I sought to dominate her. The more she squirmed, the better she positioned her ass for me to suck, lick, and bite deeper. The same areas that I had abused so heavily just mere moments ago, I was now showing my undivided attention.
"Ah...ugh...stop that!" she said, but I ignored her. Nothing would stop me. Besides, she could say whatever she liked, but her body was clearly enjoying this. My pant legs were quickly becoming soaked from the flood pouring from her sloppy cunt. I had to have a taste.
I bent my head and I drank from the fountain of Ellen's sweet treasure. Her wiggling increased, but so did the depths of her moans. By gods, did she try to keep her lust down, but my ego and courage continued escalating with each restrained raspy sigh and groan that escaped from this fearsome businesswoman's mouth. My tongue lapped at the folds of her labia. Each stroke from me must have been a shock of electricity through her body. Well, it was only obvious. I had some 10+ years of experience in sexual conquest over her.
As I continued to tongue her, her obscenities slowly died away. My teeth brushed against her pea-sized clit. She was mere putty within my hands. "Oh...ugh...you...you piece of...SHIIIIIIIT! OH FUCK!" Ellen screamed.
A small nibble of the teeth and my new toy was suddenly experiencing a powerful orgasm that sent the rush of bittersweet nectar into my mouth. I drank it all away like a dying man looking for thirst in a dry desert. Not even a lifetime supply of booze and ale could compare to its taste.
Ellen slumped over my leg, but I was not finished. I soon had her moaning for me again when I pushed two fingers into her snatch.
"Hmm, you put the storm raging around us to shame. Look at how wet you are," I said. I brought my musky fingers in front of her visible eye to see. She turned her head away angrily. The shame seemed to be too much for her, but it wasn't enough for me.
I resumed climbing the inner reaches of her sloshing insides. All the while she kept rubbing her bound thighs against my erection. The stimulation felt so good. I could almost cum just like this. Her pussy, her tight walls of flesh, clung to my fingers as if trying to squeeze the very life out of them. Yet, it did not stop me from plunging them in and out, in and out, in and out, over and over again.
"Uh...uh...ah...oh...ahhh...ughhhh. C-Curse you, Drakclaw. Curse you to the ten circles of...UGH FUCK!" She screamed as another orgasm rocked her body courtesy of my fingers.
"Hmm, the ten circles of Fuck. I wouldn't mind going there someday if you'll navigate me," I said, a devilish gleam in my eyes.
More than likely, Sothshore was cursing me to the ten circles of Haganthar. I will not bore you, mostly myself, with the details of what this means for now. For simplicity's sake, it is Davy Jones' Locker only on fire.
Anyway, I took my hand from Ellen's abused cove. A final shudder and moan escaped her lips when I had done so. I then thought that it was always good to share wonderful things. So, I brought my hand to her face. "Lick them clean, and say 'I'm finished Sir. Thank you for my reward.'," I demanded of her.
She glared at me, but I soon found her tongue slathering my fingers with her hot breath between the crevices. I wish I could say I got to enjoy the feeling, but she finished rather quickly and drew her head away.
"I'm finished, Sir. Thank you for my reward," she growled out. Not optimal, but it would do for now.
"Good girl. Now then, collect your men and go about your duties, but I better see you at my home tomorrow by the evening. I look forward to it," I said. Then, with a flick of my wrists, I freed her from her watery chains that had bound her for so long. They fell to the docks with nothing more than a simple splash.
I walked away.
I did not have to turn around to know that she had her gun pointed at me, but...her fear of what she had seen me capable of stayed her hand. Good thing too. If she fired, I would make sure to enjoy her under even harsher circumstances.
-x-
I remember looking at my house rather fondly, if you could even call it a house.
Like many of the others who lived on Draegnar, my home was more of a constructing mess of ships that had been ravaged by the sea and her anger. Many made these broken ships their places of residence without much complaint. There was the occasional maintenance of wood to keep from creaking or cracking, but otherwise it was a lifestyle not many could endure.
I remember this place fondly because it had been so long since I had come here. When I had become a captain, my mother was already gone from the world. I could not bear to return to that house. The grief threatened to overwhelm me. It was only in my later years of life that I wished I had. Whatever my mother had wanted to give me then had most likely been sold and thrown away by uninterested parties. I dare not make such a mistake this time. Then again, I dared not lose my mother so early this time either.
A deep sigh to ease myself, I opened the door to our home. There is a key hidden above the grove of our door. Only I and my mother know about it.
I stepped inside. The door creaked as it closed behind me. Even now, I realize that I have somehow gone back in time, but only now do I truly understand that nothing has changed. Everything was where it was supposed to be.
I stepped into our kitchen. A broken, beaten pot of boiling water laid upon our stove. I remember wondering how our malfunctioning stove always seemed to work perfectly one day and break down the next. The stove and oven working were the differences between us having a hot bowl of eel soup or a cold bowl of dried vegetables. I remember hating this life, always dreaming of more. When I had more, the one person I would have loved to spend it all on was taken away from me.
I walked through our house. The creaks of the floorboards probably made my approach not so obvious.
I came into our shared bedroom space. Again, I will say that we were poor. There was no space that allowed me to have my own room and her to have her own. Instead, I slept in a woven hammock while she took the bed. The hammock was not so comfortable, but I could hardly complain.
I took off my ragged clothes and threw them into my clothes basket.
It felt rather odd.
I did this as if I had been doing it for years. Of course, I had done it that way. I grew up doing it, but to think I would remember to do it so well was both frightening and exciting.
I walked over to my drawer. More rags to wear. I stared at these clothes with hatred. I was not going to live like this. If I wanted to take my revenge, then I would make sure I had all the advantages, not just in my previous world, but also in this one! The first start would be our living conditions.
My thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. My mother came into the room, a ripped towel around her waist.
I suppose I should describe my mother as well. My mother's name is Ira Drakclaw. Yes, I do not take my father's name now allow me to move on.
My mother has lived upon this earth for 37 years. She stands at 5'6. I certainly don't get my hair from her. Her hair is rather long, and it's red like the autumn leaves in the Fall. Her eyes are brown and her nose is thin.
Right now, due to her sickly status, her body is very skinny. She only goes outside for a brief period of time. I can see the beginnings of bones on her arms and legs. What keeps them just slightly healthy is the medicine I must have gotten from Ellen. However, despite her body being thin, she had some dangerous guns that had turned the head and tent of many a man who saw her. Her breasts were quite the catch, even to my younger self who was filled with raging hormones. She did not have much of an ass, but many men tried to plunder it and failed. If I recall, my father was the only one I knew about.
Growing up, my mother was a hardass. Then again, I suppose that's what you would expect from a former pirate. No, my mother was not a well-known pirate nor was she a massively successful one, but she enjoyed the thrill of it more than the unlikely prestigious future it came with.
Anyway, I got into a lot of fights with her over dumb reasons. She did not love me like a traditional mother would. When she was fit, she taught me how to fight. When we were poor, she taught me how to pickpocket. She did not cook too many luxurious meals. She cooked things that would ensure our survival. When I was younger, I hated these lessons, but I came to appreciate them now. I could not have become a famous captain without them. The water powers helped as well.
"Well, someone seems to moving while I've been away. Do you always enter a young man's room so scantily, Mother?" I asked.
My mother obviously noticed my presence now. "ERIC!" She yelled in surprise and, in that surprise, dropped her towel. My smile widened. Her voice was just as rough as I remembered, but it was soothing to my ear. I was resolved to change our early misfortune. The first step to that...was taking charge of this family.
My mom was quick to reach down for her towel. Her swaying breasts made my chest pump. "Why didn't you call out to me that you were back? Turn around, boy!" She said. Unfortunately for her, she would learn just who she was talking to.
"No mother. I don't think I will. I quite enjoy the sight in front of me," I said, standing to my feet. I made my way over to her. I was not fast. I was slow, deliberate, and patient.
My mother looked at me as if I had gone insane. "Eric! Eric, you better listen to me! I'm not in a joking mood, boy." My mother said, but soon I stood in front of her. She could make her threats if she wished, but I knew she had not the strength to oppose me.
Now let me say, I did not plan to seduce my mother, but I was. The dealings with my mother are fierce and there are hardly any ways for backtalk. In order to improve our family, I would take charge of it. My mother was going to realize that I was the one who was going to make the decisions for us from now on. When I was younger, I spent nearly all my time tending to her cares. I would still do that, but I was a 45-year old man. I was not the same child that she could boss around. I was going to protect the family fully, and she was going to respect my authority.
I stood right in front of my mother. She clutched the towel around her body. I did not tell her that I could still see her nipples and their pink areolae. Water dripped from around them and I loved the sight of it greatly. There was no doubt in my mind that I was confusing her. Never in my life would I have been so bold when I was younger.
I grabbed her towel and, with more strength than she was capable of resisting, pulled it down until it dropped to the floor. "Eric, have you lost your damn mind, boy?!" My mother asked.
I watched as she tried to quickly cover her immodesty, but I grabbed her arms and held them over her head. I then gently moved her until she was against the wall. My face was so close to her I could see my reflection in her eyes. I could see the sudden fear in her. I stared at my mother's body. It was so frail, so white, and so very delicious.
"Sorry mother, but it's obvious your way for our life isn't working. I see you're scared. You don't have to be, but from now on...there's gonna be some changes around here,"