Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
*****
By the time my mother and I returned home, the moon showered the island with its luminescence. I opened the door for us. She walked inside and then I followed. The creaking sounds of the floorboards hit my ears as we made our way through the room.
I placed the materials we had gotten from my exchange with The Witch of Draegnar on a table and turned on the rusty light hanging over the kitchen area. "Mother, bring me your old medicine. Once that's done you can do what you like. I'm going to start making this new one now," I said.
"Yes, Eric." I heard my mother say as I pulled out a dull knife from the drawers. I could hear the floorboards creak behind me which indicated that my mother was moving herself down the hall to her right. I did not plan on doing anything important with her old medicine aside from storing it for later. Though it was useless to my mother, it was still worth enough to catch coin, or save anyone else I deemed worthy of having it. No pirate throws away items of monetary value.
I turned on the stove and took a beaten pot. I filled the pot with water and set it on top of the stove. I grunted to myself. So many broken or busted things in this house, my house.
When my thoughts lay back to what I had in my previous life, it fills me with anger. It fills with anger at myself that I allowed myself, and my mother, this barely functioning ship a rat calls a home.
I exhale. I reached into the box and pulled out the 10 pounds of citric grain that I had purchased. As mother had said previously, citric grain was a noble's commodity. It was not something a commoner interacted with outside of toiling under harsh labor in select mines around the world.
The reason citric grain does not come to most commoners is because there is not a lot of it. Even while I was famous, Ilzahold was the only person I knew who kept a steady supply of citric grain. The properties which lay inside it are capable of naturally strengthening the body.
Imagine an archer with this grain. Sight would be strengthened, hearing would be heightened, strength of bow would be hardened, and body would be quickened. Even a few ounces of the grain could turn a scrawny bookkeeper into a man or woman worthy of knighthood if they took it over a 6-month period. If a commoner came across even 1 ounce of citric grain, they would not have to worry about the rest of their life in terms of money if they sold it. It is the perfect base for many a great warrior to begin.
Additionally, citric grain takes many years to form. I do not remember the process by which it is created, but I do know that some could go on for a lifetime and never see it take shape. This one of the reasons why it's most prized by nobles. They can afford the investment of waiting. They have the family structure for it. Common families do not have this. There have been many wars over such grain, and there will continue to be more. If one gave this grain to someone who was already formidable, then it be a scary thought for any normal person.
Now, perhaps I be needing to explain if this means a person will only get stronger and stronger the more grain they take. Unfortunately not.
Besides the lack of steady supply of grain to keep one going that way, there is also a problem with the grain. If not properly prepared, it will kill the heart in ten years or so from constant exposure. I don't know why this is so, but the end cause was enough for me to avoid it until I could prepare it myself.
I poured three ounces of the grain into the boiling pot. I watched the dented cookware grumble angrily. I then took out one of the Tilo Flowers. I cut off a clove from it and placed that clove in the pot as well. As I was moving on to the next items, my mother came to me.
"Here, Eric," she said. She presented me with a small vial. I saw that only a small portion of it had been consumed. I still did not forget the troubling thought that my mother would take her own life just so I would continue to survive. I do not know how these signs evaded me, but I be daft to have them avoid me again.
"Good. Thank you, mother. You may go rest," I said taking the vial and putting it away. She then turned around and left without another word. I figured she might be interested in the process by which I created her medicine, but apparently, this be not the case.
Once the pot boiled for about five minutes, I then took out one of the jade shells and the celtic pill. I would describe the nature of these items another time. With my powers of the sea, I fashioned my finger into a lethal blade of water. I sliced a piece of the jade shell off. I dropped that into the pot as well. Soon the water started to take an odd color. It turned into a dark green liquid that nearly rose over the lip of the pot. However, I quickly forced the liquid down with my power over water.
It was a tad frustrating trying to cut the celtic pill with one hand, but not much could be done about it. I cut a small corner of it and threw that into the pot as well. I then released my restraint of the overflow of liquid that would have come had I not intervened. It still boiled, but there was no fear of it running over anymore.
After about ten minutes, I took a spoon and began stirring all of these ingredients that I had, quite literally, risked my soul for. No doubt Ilzahold was working through every spell she could think of to find out more about me. That was fine. I welcomed the challenge.
I took a large cup and poured the contents inside. I then threw the used pot into our sink. I packed up the materials I had used and turned out the lights. I proceeded to our bedroom and opened the door.
My mother was seated on the bed, the light of a candle by her side. By her attire, she was ready to sleep. She turned to me and noticed the cup I was holding. "Drink this, mother. All of it," I ordered.
She took the cup from me and stared inside. I watched her face crinkle in disgust. "It smells...unpleasant," she told me.
"All medicines do, mother," I replied, a hearty laugh from my throat.
My mother's fingers moved around the cup for a couple of moments, yet she did not move it close to her lips. I was about to order her once more, but she spoke before me. "Eric, I...I need to say something," she told me.
I raised an eyebrow. If she needed to say something, then I wondered why she chose now and not while I was preparing the medicine. Nevertheless, I nodded and allowed her to speak.
"You're the head of the house. I can't fight you on that anymore. I don't know what you're planning, but I can't stop you. Whatever you say goes, but all I ask is that...you don't question me about your father. I would like to talk about him in my own time," she told me. Her voice held no defiance. She merely looked at me and waited for my reply.
I chuckled to myself. Sometimes I forget just how crafty a woman my mother might be. It was obvious she knew I could ask about him and, if I were my past younger self, I might have done that. Unfortunately for her, I did not care to know my father. I was not some troubled street rat that spent sleepless nights dreaming about the type of person my father was. As far as I be concerned, my father is a nonfactor.
"Very well, mother. I'll agree to that," I told her. Now that I have said this, I suppose my mother's insistence on keeping my father a secret should have spurred my curiosity, but I'd be lying if I said it did.
My mother searched my eyes for any hints of a lie. She found none. "Well, at least you're giving me that," she replied. She then put the cup to her lips and began drinking the medicine I had crafted for her. I tell you that I released a hearty laugh at her disgruntled face with each swallow that she took. It reminded me of those days that I took medicine from our ship's doctor. I knew what she was going through.
Soon, my mother placed the cup on her stand. She made no comment about how it tasted. Instead, she grabbed the sheets of her bed and flew into them. Her head on her pillow, she turned over to go to sleep. "Isn't there something you should be saying to your son who tried to make you medicine?" I asked, a bit of cheek in my voice.
"Thank you, Eric." My mother said through a very tired, and annoyed, yawn. I didn't fault her for that. I had done enough to her for one day.
In the meantime, I took a quick shower. I was also aware that I hadn't eaten all day, but there was most likely nothing that I could have without waking my mother so I decided against it. Instead, I returned back to our bedroom and put on the rags I used for sleeping. I then made my way to my hammock before I stopped.
I turned to my mother.
She was fast asleep on her bed, and a mischievous smile took hold of me. I moved away from my hammock and blew out the night candles which lit the room. I opened the sheets of my mother's bed and slipped into them as well. Unfortunately, the bed wasn't so great that it didn't make noise. It stirred my mother, but I was already inside.
"Eric, what are you...,"
"Shhhh, just go back to sleep, mother." I told her. I snaked my hands around her frame and pulled her into me. I felt one or two nudges of resistances before I gently pinched her thigh. That was all it took for her to no longer fight me. She settled into the embrace I made for us and within seconds she was back asleep.
I was no different as the sound of crashing waves lulled me to slumber.
-x-
The slowly rising sun pierced the sky the next morning, and I stood at the lowest level of Draegnar. I stood on the sandy beaches. I watched the waves crash themselves until they collided with the earth my feet touched.
I smiled. I smelled the salt of the water. I heard the cry of the gulls. Out there is where I belonged. I belonged where there laid countless adventures and treasures. I be fit to sail the mightiest seas, and tackle the roughest storms. All my years as a captain, I found no home and no teacher greater than the tides.
I clench my right hand into a fist. I then raise it up. By my command, the waters explode and burst upwards. I shove my fist down. The waters crash back down into themselves.
I throw my left hand to the left. Three waves turn against the tide to follow my command. They be not big waves, but I did not want them to be.
Using both my hands, I raise them into the air. A large sphere of the sea comes from below. I wave my hands in separate directions. The sphere explodes into ten blades. They crash back into the waves with striking force. Naturally, I made sure no one saw me doing this. As capable as I knew I was, I did not need my name spreading through the masses just yet.
I stepped into the sea. I kept walking until it completely submerged me in its depths. Once I am fully beneath the waves, I open my eyes. There I see the splendor of the great seas. I see fish swimming in schools. I see reefs which teem with the life of the isles. Down here is where adventure is to be found. Down here is where I feel most comfortable. Down here...is where I feel most powerful.
Yes, the irony is not lost on me that I died underwater. I do not need to be reminded.
Perhaps while I begin with what I had assigned myself for today, I should further explain my powers. More precisely, I should explain what they aren't. Unfortunately, control over water and the seas hasn't changed the structure of my body. I cannot breathe underwater, I do not have the ability to communicate with the life down here, and I do not bend the animals to my whim. As welcoming as those abilities might be, I do not have the fortune of acquiring those.
However, what I can do is swim faster than the average human by decreasing the natural resistance my body feels to the ocean below. It makes me quite fast when I need to be.
As I swam through the oceans below, I saw schools of fish going about their day. On Draegnar, fishing is perhaps one of the few honest means of work that one can have for themselves. Aside from working in a tavern, or becoming someone's errand rat, one could make a decent living from fishing. The downside is that...it is not steady income, nor is it safe.
Waters here be treacherous, and even the calmest tides hold the greatest dangers. Draegnar's waters have always held a strange vibe to them. Hell, they do even now to me. It seems bountiful one day, and barren the next. It teems with life one week, and it seems like life can't be sustained the next week. One of those reasons...swims just out of my field of view, but I know it's there from the sensations I feel in the sea against my body.
I turn my head and I see a large shark passby. It must not have noticed me since it kept swimming away.
Yes, Draegnar has a lot of undersea predators, and many of them have been the demise of many a great fisherman. I remember the days mopping the docksides watching as skulls and boned rested at the edge of the planks. I remember seeing blood stain the face of the sea, another victim taken by the beasts below.
Many do not fish in Draegnar unless they are certain to be free from danger, or they are just that stupid. It be honest work, but it be unsafe honest work. Granted, there is always the lucky son of bitch that goes after these undersea beasts and cashes in a greater profit. Most fish in Draegnar are sold at about 2-10 silver. This usually depends on time of season and quality of catch. However, predators such as sharks can run you 30-50 silver depending on how big they are.
Some brave bastards try to make a living calling themselves Shark Hunters. They don't last very long. They are also...not me. I am fully aware that without my powers I could not undertake this task, but a true pirate uses all means at his disposal. This is no different.
I turn towards the shark. I clench my hands and throw them in its direction. Soon the waters obey my command and swirl around the shark. It senses danger, but it doesn't matter. It makes a sharp turn to escape, but there is no where for it to go. In a water prison, I keep it contained. It swims frantically, but it will not escape me. I condense the water so that more water will not be added to its body. I then send it towards the surface with a great blast from the sea. I arrive up for air just in time to see the shark flopping on the beach.
I doubt I had to worry about anyone trying to steal my catch so early in the morning, so I flew back down. I took a blade and gently cut my shoulder. Blood streamed out and into the ocean. If sharks be looking for a meal, then they probably just found one, or so I let them assume.
An hour passed me by and I threw seven more orbs of water containing my prizes to the surface. I wanted to go for two more to round my total catches to ten, but I don't think there is too much need. Plus, I can see the sun floating up even more. Soon the docks will be full of life, and I will not have my stuff stolen. Now comes the last fun part of the morning.
I exit the sea, and if anyone were there to see me, then they would have seen the jaw-dropping sight of me carrying about 200 fish in a living ocean sphere. I have to say that now that it occurs to me, the food expenses that I had for my ship were relatively low since I caught our meals. Naturally, the added tribute was there for me in that regard as well.
I dropped the ball full of water and fish to the beach. They flopped around amusingly before settling into their gasping notion. Now, the only question was...how do I transport eight shark bodies, and over 200 bodies of fish to the merchant section of the town?
Thankfully, I found my answer when a man with a horse-drawn cart pulled up on the beach. I mean no ill will to the bastard, but I was not so nice a man that I would not look opportunity when it came.
It was easy to knock him out and load up the cart. He must not have owned the horse for long because it showed no amount of loyalty to him. Instead, it started moving as per my directions back into the town along with my assortment of undersea life.
I suppose now I should say that I enjoy the feeling of shock on people's face when they see a raggedy Draegnar rat such as myself hauling such a deep sea catch as the one in my cart.
I pulled up to the island's Butcher Market Guild. It be one of the island's community of butchers, meat distributors, and food processors. They handle the selling and buying of land and sea animals. They commonly commission farmers or fishermen to grow or catch the meats they need.
I stepped out of the cart and opened the door. I quickly notice how many fancy dressed worms walk about the inner lounge. I decide not to waste my time. I quickly head for the receptionist.
"How can I be of...oh, it's you. What do you want, Drakclaw?" a hairy man asked.
I didn't so much care about the disrespect. I'd been around here a few times, and caused more than my fair share of headaches for the guild.
"I be looking for no trouble this time, Croas. I just want to sell some fish and sharks that I caught this morning," I told him. The man gave a hearty laugh.
"HA! You, a shark hunter? I might fancy meself a shot of ale every now and then, but I be not so drunk that I can listen to so tall a tale. Business be conducted here, brat. I don't have the time for your fibs," He responded back to me.
I grin. "No fibs, you stubborn fart. Grab one of your men and check them over. We'll find out how much of a fib I am. You can at least rest easy knowing I'm not selling Pete's fish," I answered back to him.
The hairy bastard looked like he had stared death in the face before a shiver came over him. "Well, I guess you got a point there. I'm surprised that old sea urchin's shit doesn't do him in itself. Fine. I got ten minutes to spare. Show me what you got, boy," He told me.
And show his ass I did. The man who checked my cargo had claimed I must have used witchcraft because somehow I had caught the fish, and the sharks, without injury. Each one was in more seasoned condition than the last. I don't mean to blow smoke up my ass, but we also started to draw something of a crowd. Croas didn't stand a chance of defying me any longer. I sold him and the Butcher's Guild each shark for 60 silver. I don't know why I was paid the extra ten silver per shark, but I did not complain.
Next came the fish. It was counted to be about 225 fish. There was nothing too extraordinary about these aside from the fact that those were without injury as well. In the end, I sold all the fish except ten for eight silver a piece. The ten I kept would be for the coming dinner tonight. I then found myself leaving the guild with over 2000 silver. It's not anything to jump in the air about, but it fits my needs well.
The first thing I did with this money is buy myself some new clothes. These were nothing fancy, but they were enough that I could throw the rags I used to wear in the garbage. I then made my way to some crafting shops. I picked up new cookware and tableware for my mother and I. Whatever we needed at the moment, I bought it.
By the time my little adventure was finished, I had about 1500 silver left over with some added bronze coins. It was a hassle getting all of this stuff home without the help of my abilities, but I counted it towards exercise for my body. This younger form did not have the physical capabilities as I remembered in my previous life. I would have to gain that back.
After I finished dropping off the supplies at home, much to my mother's shock, I left just as quickly as I had arrived. I entered the streets again with a determined look on my face. I knew where I would like to go next.
I stood in front of a weaponsmith's shop. A shiver of excitement rushed through my body. It be rather funny. I haved lived a life full of gunpowder, but there is always a thrill in purchasing a new firing weapon for yourself. Well, technically these are old firing weapons, but I believe the point is made.
I stepped into the shop. "Well, if it isn't Draegnar's local Shark Hunter. Word travels fast about rats like you, Drakclaw. Who's cargo did you steal to get that loot?" came the voice of Bowin Cethral.
I will not go into too much detail about the man in front of me. Black hair, black eyes, breath of fire and smoke, and soot-covered clothes is what he be. He is a bastard just like me and all the other men on this island. However, if I recall, he is a good smithing bastard, one that I need right now. He was definitely not the best in the line, but for the current trials ahead, he was the best I was going to get on short notice.
"Maybe all the other bastards and bitches who've been trying haven't found the right touch yet. Anyway, I'm not here to chat up your ass, Cethral. I need a pistol," I told him. I watched him place his hands on his counter.
"Yeah, I'll bet you do, brat. Not a day goes by that one of you youngbloods comes into my shop asking for a peacekeeper. Sorry, but I ain't in the mood to hear about a boy blowing his brains over the docks today. Find someone else," he fired back at me.
I closed the door to the shop behind me. "A weaponsmith with morals? I guess even the gulls feast on sharks every now and then. This isn't about me being too young or you caring about what I do. You make and sell weapons. I need one. It's a simple business transaction. What I do isn't your business," I told him.
His eyes stared into mine and he folded his arms. "Well, look at little Drakclaw. Finally developed some cannons beneath your pants, have you? And just what are you going to do if I don't help ya out?" He asked.
"Then I guess news will definitely travel fast of an old man who's gotten soft about who his clients are. Fuckers might think you're starting to smith flower pots, and sea paintings," I returned.
I watched him grumble to himself before he exhaled. "The cheapest gun is 50 silver, Brat. can you even afford it? You are a bilge rat after all. Even I know how poor you and your mother are," He said.
I threw a sack of silver coins in front of him. He stared at in surprise. "I'll manage," I said. I then looked around his shop for what he had. When I look at these designs now, I frown. My pistols were so much better than these. Yet, to get back to the woman who made them would take a long time, years even.
I found two pistols to my liking and placed them on the table. He looked them over. " A Three-Barrel Narak Flintlock, and a Double-Barrel Fellic Flintlock. Can you even fire these?" He asked.
I merely looked at him.
He grunted. "Right, right. Not my concern. Fine, whatever brat. Blow off your fingers for all I care. 500 silver," He said. I paid him, took my purchases, and then left. He threw in holsters for them for free. I placed them away and began moving back home.
If one might ask why someone with the powers of the sea would need other weapons of any kind, then I would tell you that there be nothing better to a pirate than the smell of gunpowder, and the sound of blasting firearms. Additionally, the pistol is much faster, and much more direct.
Lastly, there are places a pirate must go that water cannot.
After that, I spent the next few hours in the gambling dens. On Draegnar, or perhaps in the entire world, gambling is another way to increase profit rapidly. That is if you're good at it. I don't need to tell anyone that I was pretty damn good at it. Of course, that experience came with a lot of losses in my former life.
That was not the case today. Lying, cheating, I used those and more to fill my pockets with coin. By the time I left I had easily made ten times what I had gotten from the undersea fishing journey I had made. Naturally this amount couldn't begin to pay off what I had bought from Ilzahold if she decided to make me pay with coin, but at the very least one could not call my mother and I poor very easily.
By the time I returned home again, the sun was beginning to set. My mother was already cooking the food I had brought home when I threw at least twenty small sacks of silver onto our worn out couch. My mother looked at this amount in surprise. "Where did you get such coin?" She asked me.
"The bastards and bitches down at the gambling dens are just as likely to lose it there as me pilfering it from their wallets. Only difference is they can only be mad at themselves in the end. How is the dinner coming?" I asked.
I look at my mother. I smile. Only a day has passed and I already see some color returning to her skin. She is still pale, but she does not seem to be at death's door any longer. Honestly, though I know the effects, the miracles of this medicine still surprise me.
"It should be ready in about an hour. You still haven't told me who our guest is," sie said.
"Where is the fun in that?" I responded back to her. My mother merely shook her head at me without turning around.
Closer and closer the time came. My face grew less and less pleasant. Sothshore was no idiot. She had already seen what I was capable of. I doubted she would run away. There was no way for her to get off the island in such a hurry without me knowing.
I twirled one of the pistols I had bought in my finger. It wasn't loaded so there was no need to worry about it firing without my notice. The aroma of food from the kitchen was telling me that mother would be finished in about half an hour. I tapped my index finger on my leg repeatedly.
Some more time passed and I slapped my thighs. "Well, it seems our guest doesn't know the meaning of respect. Mother, keep the dinner warm. I'll be right back," I told her.
"Yes, Eric," I heard her say as I closed the door. My eyes flew upwards to the rest of the town that laid above me. The frown on my face deepened. Sothshore was about to learn the price for going against me again. I stepped into the streets.
Most are unaware, but in order to cross from one portion of the island to another, there is a long, wooden bridge that connects the town together. It is rather high at the top of Draegnar. I walked across this bridge and to the other section of town. After a few more minutes of walking, I found myself in front of the Dead Tales, tavern owned by Ellen Sothshore.
Even now, I can hear the sounds of the tavern bard from outside the doors. He spins a tale of a fire-breathing dragon and the heroic bastard that does battle with it to save the town. I have been here many a time to work the jobs that Ellen tasked for me at times. It be rather funny that I now find myself the shadow owner of this tavern. Ellen be mine, and her tavern came with her.
I stepped into the tavern and push past the doors.
As soon as I come in, I see a waitress bringing a plate of swine with stuff potatoes. Warriors, drunkards, and wenches of many nations float around me. Elves, beastkin, humankind, and mages from whatever circle they practice for, are littered around the tables. They feast on plates of rice, soup, meat, and ale. I'm surprised I haven't seen a crushed table yet.
I move through the rows of talking people. I walk up to the second floor. I then turn a corner and walk up to a third floor. That's when I see a door closed and blocked by two grunts. I smirk. Judging by the bandages on top of their heads, they be the same fish gutters I had toyed with yesterday.
I walk towards them, and I get their attention. There is a fear in their eyes when they spot me. "Where is Sothshore?" I asked them. I get to the point because I am not in the mood for games. Ellen has already disrespected my authority by disobeying my order from yesterday. I would have fun thinking of her punishment.
"Lady Ellen doesn't have the time to deal with your games tonight, Drakclaw. She's been very busy today. Come back another time," one of them said to me.
"I ordered Ellen to be at my house before sunset. The moon begins to hang in the sky. What's got her so busy that she can't follow a command so simple?" I asked.
Her stupid grunts were awake when I had made my bet with Ellen. There was no doubt in their mind that they had lost. Ellen was mine to do with as I pleased. They could not stop me, and neither could she.
They laugh at me. Their breath stinks of tobacco and beer. "Your little bet might have satisfied your ego, but Lady Ellen is still one of the main driving forces of this island. She doesn't have time to satisfy your pathetic demands. I can let you borrow some coin to fuck a wench down at the local brothel if you wish. Lady Ellen deals with important business associates now. Get lost, brat or we'll show you just how lucky you were with whatever trick you used to best us," the other said.
Perhaps a man of my age, or perhaps I should say a man of my mental age, should have held greater composure than to let two pea-brained slugs' insults get to me, but as a pirate, I don't take too kindly to defamation of my reasonings.
Be happy, Sothshore. Though your worms pissed me off, I wouldn't kill them. I'd just make sure they were wrapped in more bandages later.
"A trick it be. Is that right? Well, allow this magician to grace you with a grander performance," I told them. The confident looks on their face quickly replaced itself with the fear I had wanted.
I could feel the waters in the tavern bars below. I clenched my hands. The music stopped, and screams were heard. I could feel the water in the sinks, bathrooms, and drinking cups. I threw my hands up and by my command, the water blasted through the floors up to the third and into the air above me.
"Your mouths move faster than your brains! Next time don't be flaunting your arrogance in front of your betters!" I advised them. I thrusted the waters forward and it crashed into them with overwhelming force. I then had the water surrounded them until they were trapped like fish in a fishbowl.
A grin on my face, I swirled my body and my arms and released the water, and my victims, sending them crashing into the adjacent rooms down the hall. As their bodies dropped to the floor, they let out violent coughs from their place on the ground.
"What the hell is going on out here?"
I heard the door behind me open. I turned my head and sure enough I laid eyes on Ellen Sothshore. Her pistol rested in her hands, and she held a look that was ready for combat. Unfortunately, that look didn't last long until she had seen who was in front of her.
"Drakclaw, you son of a bitch!" she told me. I could already hear the disrespect seeping into her tone. She looked down the hall at what I had done. Water laid on the floors everywhere. Holes in the floor leading from the ground floor to here were apparent. Tavern patrons were staring at the ceiling, and us, in disarray.
I fully turned my body to face her. "You're late, Sothshore. Whatever business you have right now, I'm ending it. We're leaving," I told her.
It seemed Sothshore needed to be reminded of whom she was dealing with because she folded her arms. "I'll go as soon as I'm done with my business. Bet or not, I will not ruin the business that I have bloodied my very hands with to be run into the ground by you," she said to me.
By the seas, what a fiery woman she was. Again, I dare not need to repeat how hot Sothshore makes me. Now was no different. It only reminded me that I needed a frimer leash to bring her to heel.
"Wrong, Sothshore. You are mine. Everything you are is mine. Everything you own is mine. Next time you shouldn't make stupid bets with such heavy stakes," I told her.
She looked at me with fire in her eyes and steel on her teeth. I did not give her a chance to offer me a retort. Instead, I stepped into her business office. There I noticed two reasonably fashioned businessmen. Judging by the items on the table, I could already tell what this meeting was about.
"Really, Sothshore? You risk my punishments for these little trinkets?" I ask her. I admit it be a bit brazen of me, but I swipe everything from her table and onto the floor. The businessmen jump to their feet.
"Ellen, what is the meaning of this?! Who is that brat? You better explain yourself or the deal's off," One of them told her.
Sothshore looked like she had been caught between a rock and the broad side of a cannon. Luckily for her, I was her security from now on. She didn't have to engage with sea slugs like this. "Sorry, but Sothshore has a prior engagement that she's failed to keep. Her business no longer be yours. Get out," I told them.
"Watch your tongue, you Draegnar rat. We're here on behalf of Lord Lindengar. He won't take too kindly to his men being disrespected," the other told me. Ah, Lord Lindengar, I remembered him rather not so fondly.
I noticed a pool of water at my feet. A grin expels from my lips. Again, I understand that previously in the day I cared about not letting too many people see the abilities I had possessed, but...my possessiveness of Sothshore got the better of me. One could say my ego did as well, but was I one to care? Not really.
"Then perhaps Lord Lindengar would like to know just how many of his loyal men his loyal wife has led into her chambers. It be not her fault. I too would look for better men if my husband had poor cannonfire," I taunted.
Instantly two guns were in my face. One of them walked until they pressed the pistol right up to my forehead. "You talk too much, boy. I'll look forward to having you and your mother drawn and quartered. Any who speak ill of Lord and Lady Lindengar will not live a long life," this businessman told me.
I laughed, and boy did I laugh loudly. I grabbed a hold of his pistol and tightened it against my head. "Stupid, fish gutters. The dream of men should not be to live a long life, but to live a long adventure, to go where sane people would not, to question what normal people mindlessly believe, to unearth what has been buried, and to lay claim to all that is available. If I am to have a long life, that is fine, but...what is life without the thrill...of the sea?!" I ask.
I stamp my food down and water splashed into the air. I quickly form it into a large orb. Each one wraps around their heads. They gasp and struggle for air, but the bowls of the sea that I had crafted would allow them none. I watched them run around Sothshore's office like headless chickens constantly clawing at their throats. Then I enjoyed the view of their eyes rolling into the back of their heads as they passed out and fell to the floor with hard thuds.
I snapped my fingers and their water masks dissolved into the floor. I turned around to see Sothshore staring at me. She looked at the events that had just transpired in her office. She opened her mouth to speak, but I beat her to it. "You're already in trouble, Ellen. Do you want me to make your punishment more severe?" I asked her.
She closed her mouth rather quickly. "You didn't answer me," I told her. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her clench her fists in anger.
"No Sir," she growled out.
"Good. Now as I was saying, clean up your office and turn out for the night. You're not coming back here tonight. You have ten minutes," I said. I walked out of her office and left her there.
While I waited for her, I heard rummaging in the office. No doubt she was doing something with the bodies of the men I had incapacitated. All I knew was that after the tenth minute, she came out of her office and turned out its lights. "I will make you pay for this, Sir. Mark my words," she threatened.
"I look forward to seeing you try, Ellen," I replied.
Once her threat was over, I led her down the three flights of stairs. We entered the tavern public area where most of the patrons were putting up chairs and tables. They all quickly paused when they saw Ellen come down the stairs after me. Most were surprised that she would even follow one such as myself, and I figured now was a good time to remind her of how kindly I took to threats.
I stopped at the front door. I then turned to her. "The next time I tell you to do something, I expect it to get done, Sothshore. I don't care if you have to sink every ship in the Draegnar pier to do it, but you'd better get it done. Do I make myself clear?" I asked her.
Ellen looked at me as if I had gone utterly insane. In some respects, I probably had. Here, on the somewhat ruined first floor of her tavern, surrounded by many patrons who had come to fear her, Ellen Sothshore knew what I was doing. Even now, the patrons looked at me like I willingly walked into Davy Jones' Locker, Ellen and I knew different. This blond woman was going to submit to me in front of so many people who had nightmares of her.
"Do I make myself clear, Ellen Sothshore?" I asked her.
I could see her trembling with rage. She desired to be rid of me, but she could not be. She had willingly signed over her freedom and her being to me. She had made a rash call and now she paid the price for it. For so much of her life, she had been the one in control and now she was not.
"Yes, sir," She claimed incoherently.
"Louder!" I exclaimed.
"YES SIR!" She elevated her voice more that none could argue what they had heard.
I nodded my head. "Good. Now let's go," I said to her. With that little spectacle finished, I led her into the streets and back to my house.
We arrived at my house after some time and I opened the door. "I'm back, mother." I announce. Ellen falls into step behind me as I guide her into my house.
"Ellen Sothshore?! Eric, please don't tell me the person we're having dinner with is Sothshore," My mother said. I hated to burst her bubble, but the smile on my face was a dead giveaway.
Despite this, I surprised my mother once more when I slapped Ellen's ass making her jump. "Introduce yourself, Sothshore. You're a businesswoman, so you should have the basics of greetings down," I told her.
I received the typical snarl, but Ellen was quick to adhere to my demand. "Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Ms. Drakclaw," she said. She seethed through this greeting, but I allowed it.
My mother looked at Ellen, then at me, then back at Ellen, then back at me again. It was rather funny to watch her do this, but I was hungry and ready to eat. So I gathered my plate and my food. I sat at our table. I noticed mother preparing Ellen's food, but I raised a hand to stop her.
"Sorry mother. That will be your food. Sothshore, stand next to me with your arms raised. Consider this one of your punishments for failing to obey my previous task," I said. I heard no growl, no snarl, and no angry comment. I only watched Ellen move next to me, raise her arms outward, and speak.
"Yes, sir,"
There she stood as mother and I partook on our dinner. Well, I was eating the fish stew from the products of my sea dive from earlier with elation. My mother seemed to constantly shift her gaze between Sothshore and her food.
Meanwhile, I had to hand it to Ellen. She was doing a rather fine job of following this order despite how much hurt I was no doubt putting on her arms. After some time passed, I relented. "You can lower your arms, Sothshore. Come sit, and eat," I told her.
I watched her lower her arms and scan the table. "There aren't enough chairs," she said.
"Doesn't mean there aren't enough seats,"
She and my mother watched me pull out my chair revealing my lap. "Truly you try my patience at every minute, Drakclaw," the mighty businesswoman of Draegnar said to me.
"That's Sir to you, Ellen," I told her. She turned her ass towards me and my legs felt the warm embrace of her thighs when she sat on me. I then tasked mother with preparing Ellen's food. It was not long before a plate was brought to her. She began eating.
I allowed Ellen to take a few bits of her food before I decided to begin with the true reason I had asked for this dinner to be done. "Now then, Ellen, I want you to prepare a ship for me. Prepare one that's capable of carrying at least 100 men. I also want you to recruit these men as well. They'll be paid for the expedition I'm planning to undertake by the end of next week," I said.
Sothshore stopped eating. "You want me to prepare you a ship and at least 100 men? Where are you going?" she asked. I chuckled at her question.
"It be better to ask 'where are we going', Sothshore. You and mother will be coming along with me," I told her. Both ladies were surprised at my statement. I could already see the uncertainty in my mother's eyes, but I swept those doubts away.
"Have no fear, mother. The medicine will make you well enough to travel. You'll also be taking it during the voyage so it won't matter whether you go or not, but I want you to go," I said to her.
My mother still seemed very unsure, but I knew that she would follow the directions I would point out. "This is about your contract with the Witch, right? You would still need plenty of trained men. You would need a doctor, a cartographer, a cook. You don't have either of those things. You also don't know the seas well. How do you plan to captain a ship without this knowledge?" she asked.
These were all valid questions to ask, but my mother failed to comprehend the truth depths of my abilities. "Do not fret, mother. I know the seas better than you think I do. As for the crew members, that's why I've left the selection to Sothshore. She is the best candidate to know anyone and everyone around this island. She can find what I need. Can't you, Ellen?" I asked. Before she answered, I raised my hands and laid them on her legs. I began rubbing them tenderly.
"It's not like you're giving me much of a choice. I already need to think about how much money I'll lose on this ridiculous voyage of yours. And, what is this talk of a Witch? Unless you two speak of the Witch of Draegnar, there are no other practitioners of the sorcery arts here...or at least I am led to believe," Ellen says while casting a glare upon me.
"Eric and I met with the Liara Ilzahold yesterday. He acquired supplies for my newest medication. It is even a surprise to me," Mother said.
Ellen Sothshore looked at me as if she had never seen me before in her entire life. It was no surprise why. Someone like me should not have been aware of the Witch of Draegnar outside of the circulating rumors and tales. Not only did I know of her, but I managed to purchase merchandise from the woman. Not too many people could say they had successfully done the same.
"You...how do you know about Ilzahold? No, how did you buy anything from her? Someone like you shouldn't even...ugh!" Ellen threw her head back and groaned when I pinched the nipple of her left breast.
"Someone like me? Don't get in over your head, Sothshore. Of course I know more than I'd ever let on. This be no different. Am I understood?" I asked her.
"Y-Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir!" She said to me.
I eased the pressure off her nipple, but my hands quickly found themselves busy fondling the glorious orbs that laid in front of me. I could not resist any longer. I touched Ellen's cheek and turned her head to face me. Then, without warning, I caught her lips in a kiss that let out a small gasp from my mother. Ellen attempted to wrestle control from me, but I quickly stopped her with a slap to her thighs. Each smack was harder than the last before she finally relented.
Her breath smelled of ale and hot fish, but that didn't stop me from dominating her mouth and wrestling with her tongue. I could feel her teeth's attempts to strike me, but my striking touch was enough to dissuade her. Dare I even say that she leaned into my embrace for more.
I broke our kiss and she stared at me. Her face was flushed with either pleasure or rage. I couldn't tell which. What I could tell was that my mother found our kitchen to be a nice viewing sight because that's where she was looking.
"It's rude to look away when a conversation is happening, mother," I teased.
"Eric, when did you become so brazen?" she asked me. If brazen is having your mother service your cock, then perhaps I was pretty brazen.
"It's a special trait, mother. Now Ellen, I know you're wondering how I know Liara Ilzahold. I don't mind you trying to figure it out. Ilzahold is most likely trying to figure out the same thing. In fact, I don't mind if you two pull your resources together and try to crack me. You both will have plenty of time to do so. She will be joining us on my voyage. Shall I tell you what might happen on this journey? Shall I tell you what she might see like she saw yesterday?" I asked the slut on my lap.
I reached my hands into her shirt and squeezed her firm, plump breasts. Ellen squirmed in my grasp, but I held strong against her. She didn't answer my question, but I could feel the heat rising in her lap against mine. I peered at my mother for but a moment. She was hopelessly trapped in a daze as the events of the past came to her. "Yesterday, she watched my mother, just like you sitting on my lap. She watched me strike my mother's bottom until it was ready and hot. She watched as my mother got on her knees and serviced my cock. Just imagine the debauchery that be laid out before you. Imagine, that you will be no different. The Witch of Draegnar will watch the mighty Ellen Sothshore worship my cock like its the last great treasure on this planet," I said.
Ellen panted. Her breath was short and rough. Her nipples jutted out against her clothing as she imagined the utter shame and humiliation of one of the most powerful forces not just on this island, but on this earth, watching her debase herself before a man though to be her lesser. Even now, my hands should not have been allowed to caress and pleasure this flesh like they were.
"Well, pleasure will have to come some other time. You still have punishments that must be dealt," I said. I stopped my movements. Ellen's eyes grew wide and the cloudy haze of pleasure started to leave her eyes. I effortlessly tossed her to the couch and stood up.
"Mother, give me the belt around your pants," I said. My mother looked at me unsuredly.
"It...it's the only thing keeping my pants up, Eric." she told me. I didn't answer her. Instead, I held out my hand expectantly.
My mother closed her eyes and stood to her feet. She then undid her belt and handed it to me. Her pants fell down without resistance. I bore view to her undergarments. She was already wearing the new things I had bought from today. Just looking at her creamy legs in those satin panties drove me wild with desire.
"Good. Now mother, help undress Ellen. She's been a bad slut that needs to be reminded of her place,"
I almost wish I didn't say that because now I had to deal with the sight of my mother undressing my slave. It was so erotic a display that my cock threatened to tear at my shorts. By the gods, the thought of them both servicing my cock was enough to nearly make me explode.
First, my mother started with Ellen's shirt. She undid each button slowly and pulled the sleeves off Ellen's shoulders. I had my first finest view of Sothshore's mountains. Such delicate white skin, and supple breasts that held a rather curious weight to them.
Mother then moved to Ellen's pants. She pulled those off revealing the black lace that the businesswoman was wearing. So sexy was it that I held up my hand. "That may stay," I said. Then, my mother stopped her assignment. She moved away from the couch. This left Ellen in only her lace. She tried to cover herself, but a crack of the belt stopped her movement.
"Move those hands any further up and I'll make your punishment longer. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied.
"Good. Now bend over," I said. She quickly looked at the belt. She already knew what I was going to do, but she couldn't stop it. She could only get on all fours and face me with her ass in my face. I slowly ran the belt over her butt. I could feel her shiver from each touch.
I traced her body with the belt until I stood face to face with her. "Tell me, Ellen. You seem to have forgotten, but do you know who you belong to?" I asked her.
"You, Sir."
"And why is that?"
"Because I made a reckless bet, and now you own everything that I own," she said. I turned to my mother and she now seemed to understand why Sothshore was allowing me to get away with so much against her.
I kissed the top of Ellen's forehead. "Very good. Now, do you think that includes the Dead Tales, your tavern? Do you think that includes all your business and financial assets? Do you think that even includes the workers who thrive beneath your foot?"
"Yes, sir. They are all yours,"
I could hear the grit in Ellen's voice just to say these words to me, but slowly I could hear the flames of resistance dying away in her voice. Whether she knew it or not, her body and her mind were becoming mine as well.
"So do you think that anything which goes on in these places is above any order that I tell you?"
"No, sir."
"Then why didn't you come to my house by the time I had assigned to you?"
"Because I did not...don't respect your authority," she fired back to me. Yet, one sound of the belt and her fire was gone.
I slowly nodded my head and turned to my mother. "Tell me, mother. How many times should I strike Sothshore? Not only did she disobey my order, but she made us late for dinner, she stood against me when I told her we were leaving the tavern, and she dared spout curses at me. However, the worst of all of these, is that she did not call me 'Sir' during this time. What should be done?" I asked my mother.
My mother looked at Ellen and then at me. It be no secret that my mother does not like Ellen. In some ways perhaps Ellen didn't like my mother either. I didn't know why. I couldn't figure out the female mind even after so many years, but it was obvious that they both were aware of the gravity of the situation. I left Sothshore's fate in the hands of my mother. One of the strongest women in Draegnar had her fate decided by one of the weakest. Rather poetic if I do say so myself.
I waited for my mother to come to terms with this, but I did help her along a little. "If you can't think of anything, then I'll be more than happy to whip the lass until I be satisifed," I said.
"Thirty strikes, Eric. Would it be a lesser woman, I would ask for less. Sothshore can handle it. Because she disrespected you, she will remind herself that you...own her. You...are in charge of her life and mine. She has to be taught just like I was," My mother said.
Personally, I felt thirty was too little, but I didn't voice this. It wouldn't do me well to think I didn't value my mother's opinion. She was still my mother after all. "I see," I said.
"Very well. Ellen, I'm not going to spank you with my hand like last time. I'm going to use this belt. However, mother is going to count your strikes. You'd better hope she keeps count or I won't count it myself. At the end of each strike, you will say 'Forgive me, Master.' You will not address me as Sir. I am your Master. No more, no less. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
One cannot fathom the swelling ego that threatened to burst from my body upon hearing Ellen Sothshore speak those words. These words were a single blow to her pride and her resistance against me. I turned to my half-naked mother and nodded. "Alright, mother. Start counting," I said.
A heavy smack of leather on flesh fired through our house. I watched Ellen bite her lower lip in pain as my mother spoke. "One," she said.
"Forgive me, Master," Sothshore said to me.
SMACK!
"Two,"
"Forgive me, Master,"
I dare say that somewhere between tenth and fifteenth strike, Ellen's pussy was staining our couch with love juice. Her tears were just as apparent as the red marks on her ass. I could also tell that this was making my mother uncomfortable. I worried that I was perhaps pushing my mother too far in this act, but the sign of her discomfort came to me in the wet pair of panties she was wearing.
I paused for a moment to take this sight in. Ellen was heavily panting on my couch, her eyes appeared in a cloud of pleasure that had sent jolt after jolt of lightning through her body. Her arms covered her breasts, but I could see them pushing against her hardened nipples. They looked so puffed and swollen that they seemed to desire a man's mouth over them. I wanted to be that man. Each strike I had delivered her tits were stimulated by the tightness that her arms provided.
Sweat poured down from her forehead, and I could not resist walking over to her. I knelt before Ellen and grabbed her face to meet mine. "By the shores of Narvar. Sothshore, are you...enjoying this?" I asked her.
"Enjoying this? Why would I enjoy being mistreated and humiliated by the likes of you, Master? You think I enjoy being threatened and spanked like some pathetic child?! You think I...OOOOH!"
Sothshore arched back in both pain and pleasure when I inserted three fingers into her snatch. Seas below, it felt like an inferno. Pure walls of flesh and muscle were tightly gripping my fingers. I took them out and then shoved them back in. Each time I tickled her insides making her squirm and writhe in full view of my mother like a wanton slut.
"Oh really? You seem wetter than a sinking ship. Look at this. I struggle to even pull my fingers out you clench me so tightly. If you're honest with me, I may lessen your strikes. Are you enjoying this?" I asked her.
"You lecherous, poor, bastard, Master. I despise you more than my greatest enemies on all the realms! I despise you! I despise you! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
"But, do you love what I do to you?" I asked. I did not stop my assault on her cunt. Her pussy only grew wetter and my couch was effectively flooded with the fruits of her coming orgasm. My house started to smell of her lust.
I turned to my mother. She was looking away from the play that I was conducting. However, I could see her arousal threatening to pierce her shirt as well. I could see her rub her thighs together as if she were trying to seek warmth from the cold. "What do you think, mother? Do you think Sothshore enjoys this?" I ask her.
"I wouldn't know, Eric," she replied to me.
It pained me to do it, but I pulled my sloppy fingers from Ellen's treasure cove and held them in front of my mother. She tried to look away, but I held her firmly. "You sure you wouldn't know? How about a taste then?" I ask.
Before my mother could refuse, I jabbed my fingers into her mouth. "Lick them clean, and tell me if this does or doesn't taste like a bitch in heat," I commanded.
My mother quickly got to work on sucking my fingers. She must have forgotten the objective of this night because she soon closed her eyes and started licking and swallowing my fingers as if she was trying to eat them. I felt her tongue worm through each finger and even on my thumb. Her hot breath tickled my skin and fired my crotch.
Soon, there was nothing left for her to suck, and I pulled my fingers out. "Well?" I asked. My mother looked at me embarrassed.
"She likes it very much. She's even hotter than a bitch in heat," my mother said to me.
Ellen couldn't believe the words that came out of my mother's lips. However, I could. "Well then, I'd better continue giving her what she wants." I said. A struck Ellen's bottom again. After some time of inaction, her body had started to cool. No doubt this strike was just as painful as the first.
"S-Seventeen," My mother said.
"Forgive me, Master,"
SMACK!
"Twenty-three,"
"Forgive me, Master,"
SMACK!
"Twenty-seven,"
"Forgive me, Master."
"Forgive me, Master,"
"FORGIVE ME, MASTER! FUUUUCK!"
After my last strike of the belt, I watch Ellen scream as an orgasm exploded through her body. Her juices rushed into the hair and hit me in the face. Her ass was covered with small welts that I knew would make sitting uncomfortable. She dropped to the couch and exhaled like she was gasping for air. Her body spasmed as if a rush of sugar had been released through her body. She looked completely drained. I now think that the toll of her stressful day, and my actions, had worked her over more than I thought.
I knelt next to her and brushed her hair. She must have been more tired than I thought because she leaned into my touch like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Worry not about the profit, Ellen. I will grant you greater riches than you ever dreamed of," I told her.
She didn't answer me. She just laid on the couch exhaling and basking in the euphoria that I had provided her. Though some might think otherwise, my goal was not to completely break Sothshore. Of course, I wanted her as my slut, and she would be, but I was attracted to that fiery woman who ruled the island. I wanted that more than anything.
I moved away from Ellen and sat in one of the chairs at the table.
"Mother, come,"
Without a word, my mother walked until she stood before me. I loved her vain attempts to pull her shirt over her soaked undergarments. "You did good just now, mother. Perhaps I should reward you. Does that fancy you? Should I reward my mother for following my instructions?" I asked.
My mother's pale face became red with embarrassment. I patted my legs prompting her to take a seat. "You've become something of a wiseass, Eric," My mother said. It made me laugh, but I noticed that she still turned her ass towards me and seated herself on me.
"Arrr fair wench, I be the wisest ass in the deep, blue seas. Any man be joyous to plunder such a fine booty as this one. So fallen beneath the sea that it still drips upon me clothes," I jest in the pirate speak that many non sea-goers assume I use. They aren't wrong. They are just a tad misguided.
I cleared my throat. My hands massaged my mother's warm thighs. She shifted uncomfortably. "When a captain gives his crew the chance for reward, it be their duty to take it wholeheartedly, mother. What be your reward?" I ask her.
"W-What...would you know...of the Captain's life?" She asked. Perhaps I should say huffed because her breath started to tickle my ears as her head rested on my shoulder. Unlike last time, her hands took a more active approach as she began feeling up and down my chest. She rubbed my body through my shirt while I tickled her sides.
"You still didn't answer my question, wench. What is your reward?" I asked her.
"I am not a wench, Eric!" My mother panted at me.
"Oh, but you are. You are my wench, mother. This body is mine. It's my little wench-mother's body. None may touch this, but I. Hmm, I think I have come up with a good reward for you. I bet like Sothshore, you'd like to cum as hard as you can over the floor. Just look at your pussy shiver. It stain my pants so easily. What a shameful slut you are, mother," I teased.
"I'm not...UGH!"
My mother threw her head back when I twisted one of her nipples between my fingers. "Oh, but you are. Not even two days ago, and you were ready to break my balls like walnuts. Now, here you sit, spilling your wanton juices over the leg of your son. You shameful slut," I said. I noticed her breath get hotter and her body get warmer each time I shamed her.
"Eric, I...,"
"Shhh, let me give my heavenly wench her reward," I said. I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and ripped her bra away. I latched my tongue onto her breasts like a newborn babe. My mother mewled as my hands got to work caressing her tits and massaging her clit. Her hands rested on my shoulder while her breath tickled the lobes of my eyes.
"Ahhh Eric. Oh fuck. UUUUGH! You...Haaaa,"
While my mother blessed me with her sweet music, I savored her plump melons like a savory dessert. My tongue rolled around her tits and I suckled on the fruits of her areolae. All while I did this, My right finger stuck into her cunt. I felt like I was scooping up pail after pail of love juice while I massaged the inner reaches of her pussy.
As I did this, my mother did something not even I was prepared for. With one of her hands, she reached into my pants and began stroking my hard cock. Her soft fingers wrapped around my hardness like a great viper. She then assaulted me without mercy.
"Hmmm, someone's showing initiative this time," I said.
"Because...ooooooh...I know you want me to," she said. Damn right, I wanted her to. However, I knew that I would need to carefully navigate this. I could tell my mother was scared. She's a tough bitch as I have told, but I know that how I treat her can either make this truly wonderful for us both or so bad that we will never speak to each other again. One must always respect one's parents. That applies even for someone like me. This is how I show my respect. I cater to her inner desires and needs.
I feel her toes tickles my legs as they curl in delight. No doubt each swipe of her clit and assault on her cunt fires electricity through her body. I could feel it in her fingers as she stroked me. She expertly teased the tip of my flesh before giving me long, deep movements. So hard was I that the only thing keeping my mother and I from truly embracing each other was our clothes.
I slowly stopped my movements and stood up. I picked my mother up into my arms and then laid on her on the table. She stared at me with wide eyes before I offered her a smirk. "Now, let me drink from this fountain of youth," I told her.
"Eric, wait a...OHHHHHHHHHH," My mother's voice exploded through our house as my tongue latched onto her wet pussy. Juices rich as wine flowed into my mouth. My tongue crawled inch after inch into her snatch. Her fingers dug into my hair and, despite her pleas to stop, she vigorously pushed me further and further into her until my nose touched her pelvis.
"Oh fuck! Eric! Oh Eric! You're gonna make me cum! You little fucker! You're gonna make your mother cum!" She exclaimed. This time I attacked her with my mouth and fingers. My fingers spread the sheets of her labia apart while my thumb continued to massage her tiny bulb. I flicked my tongue through every nook and cranny of her body. She was mine.
This beautiful woman was mine. None would touch her again. She was my treasure. She was my possession. She was my bounty. Only I would know the richness of this taste from now on. "FUCK!" My mother screamed as her orgasm came crashing over my face. A rather...sour taste, but not wholefully unpleasant.
My mother dropped her legs on my shoulders while I cleaned the remains of her bliss from my face. I then stood up and looked at her. She looked entirely disheveled. Her face was flushed, her shirt was wrinkled, and her hair was sprawled out over the table. All the same, she never looked more satisfied than right now.
Seeing as my job was done, I walked back to Ellen. I bit back a laugh when I heard the light sound of her sleeping. Poor woman, I must have been too much for her. I picked her up into my arms and my mother looked at me.
"Eric, you...you didn't cum," she said. I laughed.
"Fret not, mother. This was your reward tonight. Besides, I'll get mine in the morning. I expect some...morning service when I wake up. Now, come on. We have a lot to do tomorrow,"
"I should take a shower," she said.
"Don't bother. We'll all just take a shower together tomorrow. It'll save water. Besides, sleeping with you two in post orgasmic bliss is a reward for me too," I returned.
"But Eric,"
"Don't talk back to me, slut! Get your ass in the bed before I do to you what I did to Sothshore," I barked.
Despite some clumsiness in her legs, my mother got up and began walking. Of course, she had no way of knowing if I was lying or not, but she couldn't afford to try my patience.
We all went into the bedroom. "She's going to be angry when she wakes up," my mother said.
"I'd be disappointed if she wasn't," I replied.
I laid Sothshore on the bed. I then followed after. Lastly, came my mother. I positioned Ellen as close to me as possible. She wrapped her body around one of my arms. A bit of movement in her sleep, I guess. Then, my mother came and wrapped her body around my other arm. Both ladies rested their heads against my shoulder as I blew out the candles in the room.
"Eric Drakclaw, open your eyes. There is no time for you to rest,"
Though tired, I opened my eyes and leaned up my body. One thing I noticed was that I was naked. The second thing I noticed was that I was stood inside of a dark void. There was nothing here. It did not matter if I looked up, down, left, or right. The only thing I could see was my arms and my feet.
Then I felt arms wrap around my chest. "It's a shame that my time is nearly over, Eric. I would not have minded verifying so many of the rumors surrounding your intimate techniques like so many others that I have heard from,"
I turned around and I was surprised to see Liara Ilzahold behind me. However, this was not the Ilzahold that I would be making a blood contract with in a few days. This Ilzahold was notably older. Her attire was not the same as it had been when I met her. It was much more conservative. The only portion of her body that was uncovered was her navel. Quite the shame too.
Many questions ran through my mind, but the easiest one to ask was obvious.
"Why am I here?" I asked her. Ilzahold held many mysteries. Even I did not know all of them. I was not so stupid as to believe that the time with my mother and Sothshore had just been some dream that I had now woken up from. This had to be the dream.
"You're here because I need you to be. I used every last bit of magic and power that I wield to speak with you across this astral plane that transcends the limits of space and time. I cannot hold it for long. Even now, the earth continues to die. It has been a long time after your death, Eric. More than 20 years have passed since you were killed by your crew," she told me.
Just the thought was enough to make me angry, but I was aware that I could not command my abilities here. "Thanks for the reminder," I said.
"That is not why I told you. I shall begin with the first basics. You're not a dumb man, Drakclaw. You know your death was not merely the result of a coup. It was no coincidence that your crew found the one thing that could nullify your powers long enough to kill you. It was the result of years of planning that not even your crew knew was controlling them. Unfortunately, I can't say who the progenitor of this plan is. I am not sure of it myself,"
"Controlled or not, I will still make them pay,"
"I would expect no less. Burn them at the stake, feed them to the sharks, line them up and place your pistol to each head and fire, none of them concern me. Betrayal is a price that blood pays. I only urge you to understand that it started with your death. The seas rose in anger. Over eighty percent of the world became flooded. Humans were forced to relocate to mountaintops. Then, the waters dried up. Nothing remained but a barren, and dry wasteland. Kingdoms fell ruin, harsh winds and earth become deserts, trees catch on fire and burn for months. It is the end of the world," she told me.
While this tale concerned me, I quickly asserted myself. "And you want me to be some hero who will save this world and prevent its destruction?" I questioned.
"Oh no. You are many things, Drakclaw. A Hero or saint is not one of them. I only tell you these things because they will happen again if you are not prepared. Take your revenge if you'd like, but in order for you to reclaim your former glory you will need much more than what you had previously," she said to me. I could see her fading away quickly. It must have been the truth. She would not last long.
"Wait a moment. If I have traveled back to the past, then how are you still present? Shouldn't you be...,"
"Do not try to question time, Eric. Many have tried and none have succeeded. I will not be present for much longer anyway. The world burns to ashes before my eyes. Soon, your world will be the only one that exists. You know, Eric, when you asked me to join your crew, I nearly agreed the first time. I have been asked by many to join their crew. Some have tried by gifts. Others have tried by force. Yet, you were the only one I had momentarily considered. If it is you now, then I have no chance against you wise though I may be. I look forward to joining your crew. Do treat me well," Ilzahold said.
I frowned. She was fading away faster. No, not fading away. This Liara was dying. Soon, it came together for me. "You're the one who sent me back," I told her. She laughed.
"Guilty as charged. It took quite a bit of effort to bargain for your soul, but Tarkthias can be a nice bastard when he likes to be. Your death was the catalyst, Eric, but you were...are not the only special one. There were three others who held abilities just like you. Perhaps they laid underground and trained themselves while you sought to conquer the world. I don't know their reasonings for this, but you are going to need them as well,"
Suddenly Liara screamed and fell to the ground. I tired to hold her up, but my hands merely passed through her like we were two ghost ships passing each other in the night. "My time is over, Eric. Before I leave, and allow the past to become the present, I must do one thing. Just be aware, the powers of magic are very dangerous. Use them carefully," she said. Her body glowed with an ethereal light that made me squint.
Whatever she had done, she managed to touch me. She grabbed my head and kissed me. I could not enjoy the kiss as much as I wished because knowledge and information were being flooded into my brain faster than I could process. Over 200 years of experiences, tomes, and studies were being given to me in the span of just a few seconds.
Liara parted from me and smiled. "I look forward to seeing the world that you will drive, Drakclaw. Oh, and before you ask, no I'm not going to tell you the answer to my riddle. You already know it," she said.
I snapped my fingers. Then, before I could even ask a question, she was gone.
I'm not sure how I felt. I was now alone in this endless void. I...did not know what to make of her explanation. She didn't give me a whole lot to work with. Yes, all of this stuff sounded worrying, but I was a pirate. I did not tend to care if the fate of the world held in the balance of something or not. As long as I was happy with my own life, then that was all that mattered. However, there was one thing I couldn't stand and that was being manipulated.
Whoever had turned my former crew against me would pay dearly.
Mark. My. WORDS!