Morning came to my house and I felt pleasure explode through my body. Two soft, wet muscular organs trailed up and down my cock with great fervor. Due to my drowsiness, it took me a moment to collect myself given the dream that had taken a hold of me.
I opened my eyes.
A brief haze flew over me, but that soon cleared up and I stared at the marvelous sight of my mother and Ellen Sothshore on each side of the bed. Their tongues slipped and slurped up my cock with their magnificent tongues.
I quickly recall that I had told my mother I was expecting my own reward when I woke up today, but I hadn't thought of it like this. However, I be an utter fool if I found myself complaining. I think it was pretty obvious by my sudden movements that they both knew I was awake yet they didn't stop their motions. I was even more surprised that Sothshore was serving me like this.
I officially announced my presence by raising my hands. I laid them over their heads. They quickly began licking me in earnest. Seas below, it felt like I was drowning in a hot, wet blanket of pleasure that could make me shiver. Never in the many days of my previous life did I think that I would ever have my mother and Sothshore playing with my cock like they were doing.
"Ugh, well this is a nice surprise. I might just wake up like this every morning," I said. Both turned their gaze to me, but I could see the indignation on Ellen's face. Fortunately for her, she kept her mouth quiet and went back to servicing me. I groaned when I felt my mother wrap her slender hands around my balls. She fondled them like delicate marbles and that was enough to give me a shaky breath. It was obvious that she was a tad better than when we visited Liara.
As I thought of Liara, I felt something trying to pull my mind back to the vision that had come to me last night. I tried to fight the feeling. Of course, I would like to go over it, but...I sure as hell wasn't going to do that with my cannon nearly ready to fire.
So, I pushed the feeling away and began to lean up. I gently removed them from my hardened pistol. I then swung my legs and rested them on the cold floor. I urged for them to continue.
"Cocky sea slug," Ellen mumbled underneath her breath. I chuckled at her words but paid them no mind. I then watched them both slide out of the bed and drop to their knees in front of me. Soon, they both began working my cock once again.
As they continued to pleasure me, I took a look at Ellen. Her ass was still sore judging by the way she seemed to try and balance on her knees rather than resting her butt on the heels of her feet. In the back of my mind, I did wonder if I had been a tad too eager to punish her, but Sothshore was a tough bitch. She could take it.
It wasn't long before my thoughts were interrupted when my mother swallowed my cock until her nose reached my pelvis. I heard her gag for a moment, but she quickly asserted herself and started fucking my dick with her mouth. I gripped the sheets of our bed tightly. Mother's mouth was like a tight glove that kept trying to suck the life out of me. Every time my cock twitched, I could feel the top of her mouth. I could feel the way her tongue scrubbed the bottom of my skin. I guess the rumors be true after all, no one knows a child like their parent.
Perhaps it was that compatibility that we have, that she seemed to know my sensitive spots so well. It wasn't even long before I grabbed her head and forced her to take the first shower of my load into her mouth. I could feel my cum explode from the tip of my dick and down into her waiting stomach. I could hear her cough while trying to take this, but she did not utter a word of complaint.
Satisfied for the moment, I released her and rested my head against the wall. My mother sucked me for a bit longer before she released me. When I looked at her again, I saw some of the cum slither down the side of her mouth. She swiped it with a finger and quickly swallowed that as well.
"How is that for a reward, Eric?" My mother asked me. She gave me a snarky smile in that way that told me she had just tried to get over on me. Before her illness, she had given me these smiles many a time. I had to admit, I was pretty impressed with what happened.
"A reward fit for a noble, mother. Now, tell me, what have you done to sway this ball of cannon fire over here?" I asked, pointing to the still naked Ellen. She merely sat on the bed glaring daggers at me, but she did not respond.
My mother glanced at Ellen before turning to me. "I told her what happened. I also told her that if she didn't help me, you wouldn't help her feel better. It was rather hard to sleep. She kept squirming," my mother said. The reason for this was known to me rather quickly.
Another thing I noticed was that there seemed to be more energy in my mother's voice and movements. She was still not there, but the effects of the medicine were slowly changing her. To those who might not see her every day, the changes might seem negligible, but I knew what they were. Even the smile she gave me just now was not one that she had given for a long time. She had also not been so jovial before. It be a reassuring sign.
"You Drakclaws truly are the scum of the earth. Never did I think I would watch a mother suck off her own son. Does no moral law govern you?" Ellen asked us. Now, I could have gone for a low blow about her lecturing me about morals, but I decided not to. After all, I was a pirate. Morals are what I make them be for my own convenience.
"You gonna fuck her now?" Ellen then asked.
I rolled that question around in my head for a moment. Well, perhaps not the question itself. It was an obvious yes, but...not yet. I could tell that my mother still had lingering doubts about where we stood. There was no need to ruin a good thing. I could see in her eyes that she was not ready for that yet. Just the way she looked away from me was enough.
"Oh? Are you jealous, slut? Maybe I should bind your limbs and make you watch as I ravage this other slut who gave birth to me. Or maybe I should abuse this firm ass in front of me some more since someone continues to give me cheek. I have many options," I said.
Sothshore decided that now was a good time to not pressure the issue any more than she had. Meanwhile, I cleared my throat. "Now then, mother come here. Ellen hasn't completely earned her reward yet. How about you show my mother what you can do to a man, Sothshore?" I asked her.
This beautiful, blonde spitfire that I had known for so many years clenched her fists, but she did not fight my command. "Yes sir," she responded to me. She then slid off the bed and laid her head between my legs as well. My mother had not finished thoroughly cleaning off the cum and saliva from my cock. This would be Ellen's privilege for the moment.
A bit of silent complaining happened, but it didn't take long for Ellen to begin sucking on my cock as well. I had to hand it to Sothshore. She was much better than my mother at pleasing a man. I found this rather odd since my mother was not one for lack of practice on the men who had supported us thus far. Of course, they would never touch her again, but I find the point to still hold some weight.
Anyway, I definitely had to say that Ellen's technique was rather fast and vicious, not unlike her usual self. Before I could even settle into the feeling of her throat, I found my cock back at the entrance of her lips. She bobbed her head up and down like a never-ending piston. It was just a hot, rapid vice of ecstasy that blasted sensation after sensation through the nerves in my body. I wondered if my brain could even register all these electrifying feelings rushing through me at once. I became aware it might be that Sothshore just wanted this to be over as quick as possible. Unfortunately, I would not let her have her way.
With my other hand that wasn't fondling the breasts of my mother, I pulled Ellen's head back. She looked at me with frustration.
"Now now, what's the rush? Let me savor this a little," I told her. I then controlled her movements. I worked her with slow, yet deep thrusts. Her tongue seemed to snake around the bulbous head of my crown. I moaned in appreciation while my mother kissed my chest and licked my nipples. I had been in many threesomes in my life, but this was easily the best I had ever had.
I must have been going a tad too deep for Ellen because she placed her hands on my thighs to try and offer herself some leverage. I decided to work at a pace that was more suited to her. I continued to use her mouth like my own personal fuck hole, but I did not take her as deep this time. She seemed much more amiable with this movement than before.
For the next fifteen minutes, I kept this control over her head and her mouth. Judging by the small tears that were flowing from her eyes, it seemed that her jaw was starting to ache from excess use. As much as I enjoy the feeling of dominating Sothshore, I did want to cause her more pain than was needed.
Luckily for her, I could feel my cock ache and my balls ready. I didn't give her any warning. I merely forced her mouth into my pelvis and bunked my hips like a wild animal as I came down her throat just as I had done with my mother. Her eyes tightly closed in discomfort, but this wasn't a long orgasm unlike the previous one. I released her head and threw my head back. "Mmm, there be nothing better than a wench or two for breakfast," I said.
Ellen slowly peeled herself off my cock and cough from the abuse I had just given her. Yet it became clear to me that she had swallowed every job of orgasmic juice that I had fired down into her stomach. "Enjoy yourself?" she asked hoarsely and angrily.
"Almost. Clean me up...with your tongue," I said. Ellen gave me a look that, if she had not been naked, would have made me wonder if a knife was hidden behind her back. Nevertheless, she obeyed me. She licked my cock up and down until all evidence of what had transpired in our bedroom had been done away with.
Thoroughly sated for the moment, I was now in the mood for sustenance. I turned to my mother. "Go make us breakfast and set the table," I told her.
I watched her slip from the bed with the sheets surrounding her naked form. The way her ass jiggled as she left would have stirred me again had I not already had two well-received orgasms.
I look over to Ellen. She stared at me with a look of irritation. I slap my kneecaps. "Well, I guess you did well. Should I give you your reward now?" I asked her. She looked at me for a moment before she growled.
"Please, sir," she replied to me. I nodded and pulled her to her feet. We then exited the bedroom and walked into the bathroom. I open a cabinet and take out some soothing lotion. I turn to face her. With my finger, I insist that she turn around. The embarrassment on her face gave me a chuckle, but she did so. It was clear that the effects of last night's punishment were still prevalent.
I begin rubbing the lotion on her ass. She squirms for a moment, but she then lets out a soothing sigh. I'm tempted to have some more fun with her, but the day's events call to me. I can't ignore them. "I'll come by your office later today, Ellen. There are some details about the ship that I will need to go over with you," I told her.
"...You're really serious about this stupid shit of yours?" she asked me.
"You only think it's stupid because you don't know what I know. We could always make another bet about whether the treasure I have in mind is worth it to you or not," I told her.
"I am never making any more bets with you, Drakclaw. I suppose if anyone's to blame for this farce then it's me. I'll just bide my time and watch this all blow up in your face. I'm sure I'll get some enjoyment out of your misery," she said.
"Hmmm, so what you're saying is that you bet this voyage will end with me being miserable. Well, I'll take that bet. In exchange, after the voyage, how about I give you what you want and fuck you like the slut you are?" I asked her.
Ellen quickly turned around to face me. "I didn't make a bet with you! Don't put words in my mouth, you bastard!" she replied to me.
"Now I don't know about that. I seem to recall someone always swindling me out of my money by claiming I said things that I never said. Fortune is a harsh mistress. Who can tell which tide it turns to,"
Sothshore didn't say anything. Whatever fight she had scrounged up had been beaten down by me once again. She knew I was right as well. I can't count the amount of coin that I lost due to Sothshore's underhanded cruelty. Of course, being the way I am now, it doesn't really bother me that much. I was a bit of an idiot as I claimed prior. Anyone who can't hold onto their purses and pockets will not last long on Draegnar. It was how pirates and businessmen ran their lives. Ellen was no different.
I finished soothing Ellen's bottom with the lotion and led her out of the bathroom. We went back into the bedroom to get dressed.
Once we left, we arrived in the kitchen to see mother setting the table. The bedsheets were still the only thing covering her modesty. As we sat for breakfast, I turned to my mother. "I'll be gone for most of the day. I have some business to take care of. I'll be making your medicine before I go. Be sure to take it," I ordered.
"Yes, Eric,"
I then turned to Ellen. "And what will you be doing?" I asked her.
"I know. I fucking know already. I'll start getting the funds and the materials for procuring a ship and a temporary crew to sail in the next two weeks. I'll get it done," Ellen said.
With that taken care of, we ate our breakfast. Ellen and I dumped our dishes in the sink for my mother to wash later. Sothshore then left without another word while I preoccupied myself with fixing my mother's medicine. Its hideous glow still made even me wonder if I was giving my mother poison instead of a remedy. I placed it on the counter near the stove and left the house. I closed the door behind me and locked it.
As usual, the streets of Draegnar bustle with life. However, one thing I noticed was that some people were giving me the occasional sideways look. It's not so surprising when I think about the events of last night. I did publicly remind Ellen of the roles that had been reversed. She was in my service now and no one knew how. After all, to most on Draegnar, I was a nobody. I was just one of the many under Ellen's pay grade. If Sothsore had business being respectful to anyone, it wasn't me.
I let the people stare at me if it interested them. Meanwhile, I finally allowed my thoughts to drift to what happened last night during my slumber. It would seem that I had to offer thanks for my revival to the Ilzahold from my time. Not only was my death orchestrated, but it was also a catalyst towards the end of the world. In addition, there were three others as powerful as I was.
As hard as this was to swallow, it wasn't impossible. Even I, with all my expertise, had not known how I came across these powers over the waters and seas. They merely came upon me one day. The chances that this happened for the other three was possible as well. However, it's also likely that one, or possibly all three know how they came to acquire their abilities. Even now, with the vast wealth of knowledge that the Ilzahold of my time has bestowed upon me, I can't find a reference of such supernatural abilities.
When Ilzahold transferred her knowledge to me, I also came to acquire her affinity for magic and the mystical arts. Even now, it makes sense to my brain based on practice, but to myself it is as if I'm looking at a massive book of texts I can't understand but at the same time can. Nevermind that there are pages of this book that have been locked to me. No doubt the Liara of my time thought some bits of her knowledge were too much for me to handle at this moment. I did not blame her. Magic...was shiftier than any pirate ever could be.
Yet, there was something that bothered me. In my original time, I had become one of the leading powers that governed the way the world moved. There was no doubt in my mind that they hadn't heard of me during that time. So, if they knew what I was capable of, why didn't any of them with similar abilities appear before me to challenge my rule?
I do not enjoy the thought that I had merely been given the world without my due diligence. The fact that my rule could have been a ploy by what laid in the shadows made me angry. That would not be the case this time. The only question left for me was, how would I make it not the case? I felt like I had nothing to go off of.
I decided to take my mind off this grating plight by fishing for more sharks. This took a bit of time, but I was not in any particular rush. I pulled about ten from the seas and quickly sold those much to the surprise of staff behind the counter. I was quickly paid and I made for the door.
Once I was outside, I made my way towards Ilzahold's shop. As usual, Pete barred my entrance until I told him the statement from before. Once that was out of the way, I stepped inside. Diane was there to meet me.
"Well, look what the seas spat out. Seems the name 'Drakclaw' is on everyone's lips these days. The rat's not only the most successful shark hunter in Draegnar, but he's also got the owner of the Dead Tales at his beck and call. Fortune seems to be floating around you lately," she said to me. I could hear the suspicion in Burnwood's voice. It didn't bother me. She would never be able to figure out how I had done these things without my telling her.
"A man makes his own fortune. He just has to search for it,"
"I suppose he does. Anyway, what do you want? Lady Liara isn't here at the moment. She has begun a journey to prepare the contract between you both. She won't be back for some time,"
"Hmm, is that right?" I asked. I had to give it to the marksman. Had I not been given the knowledge and the affinity from the Liara of my time last night, I would have believed her. Nevertheless, once I entered the shop, I could feel the swirling energies of magic around us. It seemed to pass through the floorboards and into the building which laid across the bridge. That was where the current Ilzahold was. I suppose if given enough time I might be able to uncover what she was doing, but I didn't have that kind of time.
"Well it's a good thing I'm not here for her today. I be in need of you today," I told her.
"If it's for what I think it is, then it better not be. You'll be a holy monk residing in a mountain temple if it is," she threatened. I do not think myself to be a liar currently, but I have found that the female mind to be just as raunchy as any males. Nevertheless, I decided not to humor her threat.
I hold up my hand to stop her from going further. Besides, I didn't need her to feel sated. I had two lavish meals to dine on whenever I felt the need. "Not even close to what I had in mind. Don't worry, you get something out of this as well. Naturally, it's a bigger benefit to me, but if you follow my lead then we'll both come away with what we want," I said.
"Yeah, like you could have anything that would benefit me. I still don't buy shit from you on this voyage of yours like Lady Liara does. What do you have that would interest me?"
"Perhaps the Lindengar family antique pistol would interest you," I said. Burnwood did not need to say anything. Her face told me what she be thinkin' of my statement.
"I'll hand it to you, Drakclaw. You're probably the craziest street rat on this island that I've ever seen. Not many brats got the stones to mess with nobility. I can't even believe I'm helping you do this shit. I'm not incurring Lady Liara's wrath if you die. She's become somewhat invested in your farce," she said as she tightened her grip on my bound hands while she guided me through the streets.
Anyway, speaking simply, there was no reason for her not to be. Where I would be taking Ilzahold would continue to expand the woman's own current abilities by at least ten times their current amount. It was not an opportunity that she could let go on a chance. Plus, if she was ever dissatisfied with me should just kill me, or at least that was perhaps her reasoning.
"So what are you going to do for me when I prove you wrong?" I asked curiously. She twisted my arm rather painfully.
"Fuck my ass and call me Bitch for all I care. At least, you'll have some good dreams for how ever long your freedom lasts," she answered. Given that I was in front of her, she didn't see the smile that came upon my face.
It wasn't long before the Lindengar estate came into view. Seeing it makes me grunt in annoyance. It's not the most spectacular mansion that I have ever seen. It's a large house constructed from marble stone with more windows than any ship has. Gardens flourish on both sides along with separate walkways that lead into the back of the mansion.
I remember this place because Ellen had me delivering quite a bit of stuffy noble shit to this manor. The Lord was as much a Draegnar bastard as any other man on this island. He seemed to get his rocks off berating the common folk. Nevermind that most know his wife to be a bigger slut than any woman in the whorehouses. Even when I was in my prime, I did not understand the mind of noble people. Hell, I still don't, but Liara's knowledge certainly helps in that regard.
Burnwood pushed me in front of the guards. "Hold there, Burnwood. Lord Lindengar's not expecting any visitors today. Have you an appointment?" One of them asked. If I was to give a brief description of these idiots, then it would be bastard dressed in armored metals that makes the eyes squint in disgust. Swords forged in Alexandrian steel rest at their hips.
"No such thing. I just heard a little rat talk about causing trouble during a business exchange between the representatives of the prestigious lord and the owner of the Dead Tales. I just figured I'd like to maintain proper a proper business relationship since we trade so very often," she said.
The guards looked at me and I looked back at them. Even I couldn't believe it took the slugs at least a few seconds to understand what Diane meant. "Ah, Eric Drakclaw. Word in the taverns is that he got Sothshore to call him 'Sir'. Wouldn't mind her calling me sir too. And to think that the Lord was gonna send us out after him in one or two days. Good work, Ms. Diane. We'll take him from here. Once the Lord is done with his meeting we will send him for you," they said.
Burnwood then roughly pushed me into their arms. "Good, maybe I can get a bath from the smell of rats on me," she replied. The gates opened and Burnwood was allowed inside.
Once she was gone, then came the threats. It be no different from the threats that Ellen gave me a few days ago. Punishments such as death by firing squad, hanging, or me being drawn and quartered like a caged animal, there was no end to the slew of words as I was pushed through the mansion and into the prison holding cells.
As Sothshore is one of the leading forces on Draegnar, there is no true law or order to be had on the island like there is for other nations. No one is going to arrest you if you kill someone in broad daylight. A bastard could rape a bitch and it would be another day on the island. A wench could stab a guy in front of everyone and others would go about their day. The illusion of order comes from the nobles.
Nobility doesn't usually have a problem with commoners here. Unless one crosses the other, there is usually no bad blood lost. The nobles don't care what people do to each other as long as it doesn't interfere with their business. Commoners are willing to be degraded by nobles as long as they get paid. It's a simple business transaction. What I be getting at with this is, if I was not currently who I was, no one would be coming to save me. No officials would be there to lend me their help.
Lastly, if one were to ask why the nobles did not simply band together and become the rulers of the island, then it is quite simple. In fact, it's almost laughably simple. Their egos be too big. Nobles...hate each other here. In the end, they are not so different from the rest of us.
I grunt as I was tossed into one of the holding cells. "You stay right there, Drakclaw. Lord Falvor will deal with you soon enough," they said. Their echoing laughs began to fade away as they got further and further away. I found this scene rather nostalgic. It had been a long time since I had been in a prison cell.
I leaned up with a winded cough and pushed my back against a stone wall. It took me a moment to get used to the darkness of this cell since I had been out in the sun for so long. The only thing that provided even a minimum of light were the lit candles around the cells.
I quickly came to realize that I wasn't alone. To my left were two dirty elves. Even though it was dark, I could not mistake their long, narrow ears nor their white, silver hair. One was male and the other was female. Both were at least my height, but I won't begin to wonder about their age. Elves are a race I've never been able to truly figure out.
It was clear to me that the male elf was protecting the female by keeping her as close to the corner as possible. They were both glaring at me, but I soon tuned them from my mind.
I continued to sit on this cold floor for about ten minutes or so. The two elves did not talk to me and I did not talk to them. I would like to say this was rather relaxing, but the constant moans and groans from the other unfortunate asses in these cells was grating on my nerves.
Suddenly, I heard what sounded like a faraway door open. Footsteps echoed through the halls. It wasn't long before I came face to face with Lady Anastasia Lindengar. As far as whores and sluts go, even I admit that she is very beautiful. Her full lips lined with precious lipstick drive any man wild. Her smooth skin illusions men that a divine angel comes to be with them. Her eyes offer a sensual longing. To most, she is a grand treasure. To me, she is a treasure that many plundered, but none have taken the most valuable pieces yet.
If I recall, Anastasia Lindengar would become the next ruler over the Lindengar household due to an unexpected death of her husband. I always speculated if she had commissioned someone to kill him herself, but she didn't seem like the type. Oh, she was an ambitious slut, but she wasn't the type of woman murder someone. Then again, no one on this island is who they appear to be sometimes. That said, I did come here for a purpose. It wasn't her, but...I could make a detour. She did have what I needed.
Connections. Influence. Money.
If I could have her and Ellen, discovering whatever was after me wouldn't be as difficult as it was now. Looking back at it now, at least from more of Liara's memories, the house of Lindengar became a central authority in the future after my death. It had begun to specialize in the trade of ores and materials. What this was for I didn't know, but I was going to find out.
"So, this is the one who ruined the negotiations with Sothshore for my husband? Not only that, but I do believe I'm in the presence of Ellen Sothshore's 'Master' or is it 'Sir'?" she asked me.
I grunted. I could hear the haughty tone most noble women use when they speak to the lower class. At most, it just sounds like the buzzing of a fly around my ears. Naturally, that doesn't mean I couldn't fire back.
"You be willing to find out, Dearest Anastasia? I can teach you the difference between the two," I told her. Her response was a glare.
"Don't get carried away, Drakclaw. I could present your head to my husband right now if I wished,"
"You husband be not in the mood for my type of head. I be placing bets that you are though. A dirty slut like you needs a firm hand to rein her in,"
The cell door opened. My head jerked to the side from a slap that exploded across my face. I snickered painfully as a string of blood fell from my lip. Anastasia stood above me and looked down. "You're still young, Boy. You have a lot to learn about manners, but I wouldn't expect such positive notions from a pauper like you. Take him to the back. Teach him some manners," she said. The guards who were with her suddenly started laughing. She then left as well.
Once I was sure she was gone, I jumped to my feet. Before the guards could even react, I punched one into the steel bars. I then turned to the other. I grabbed his vest symbolizing his allegiance to the Lindengar household. Over my shoulder, I threw him into the wall. His armor released a series of crashing sounds that woke the cells.
Both guards groaned, but they didn't realize that they would already be on a trip to the Ten Circles of Haganthar. I gathered the unseen water that permeates the air into the palm of my hand. I admit I be in the mood for the dramatic at the moment, so I gathered the water in a grand display that made it seem as if my hand was the very epicenter of a grand whirlpool. The two elves stared at my power in shock of my performance.
I then raised my hand into the air. The waters obeyed my command until I swung them down. Five sharp spikes of water formed and pierced the chests of both guards. Their body spasmed like a drunk man after ten ales. They then laid on the ground without life. I could see the blood pouring from their bodies and clinging to their armor and clothes.
Perhaps now is another good time to briefly explain something else about my powers. I can control blood, however there are a few...conditions that need to be met in order for me to do so. Those would have to come later. Additionally, it requires much more concentration to pull off that I enjoy giving.
"Fäēgahar,"
I turned my head in the direction of the sound. There was no surprise to me that I had just heard some type of elven speak. I just wasn't sure which one of them said it. Nevertheless, I turned back to what I was doing. I took off the clothes from the guards leaving them as naked as babes. I pulled out the cell keys from their corpse and tossed both their bodies a separate corner from the elves.
I opened the door to my cell and stepped outside. I then cleared my throat. "If any of you landlubbers want out of here, then you'd better stop your stupid moaning and say 'AY!" I shouted. My voice echoed through the underground prison, but the sound of the keys must have echoed louder.
"AY!"
"AY!"
"AY!"
I already knew the guards would begin wondering what happened to their companions. As much as I would enjoy drowning out the Lindengar estate of both person and pouch, that wasn't my goal for this venture. No doubt if they entered the prison chambers then they would be hearing the echoes as well.
"Then I suggest you all shut your traps while I open the doors," I said.
I quickly began unlocking each and every cell door. I rolled when everyone began sprinting towards the doors to freedom. As soon as I had the bars unlocked, I was pushed out of the way by nearly every captive in this place. Well, as much as it annoyed me, I decided to let it go. After all, most of them would die trying to escape and that would at least make the guards forget about me while I moved through the estate.
Once the last of the prisoners was gone, I spent my time roaming through the prison for a moment. There was no point in me going with the dead.
As I roamed the empty cells, I found that I wasn't so alone. The two elves were still sitting in their cell that they had shared with me briefly. They both looked at me cautiously. There be something in their eyes I could not figure out, but soon the female stood to her feet.
"You sent those men and women to their deaths,"
As far as I could tell, this wasn't an accusatory statement. It was just an observation.
"Those who can get away will get away. Those who can't will die. Besides, it would have been easy for at least two of them to dress up as guards to fool the sentries outside. Everyone knows the Lady's nature. It be not so hard to figure out what she be needing men and women for. Who would argue it? They just didn't use their heads is all," I replied.
"A point you do have," she replied.
The male elf then decided to speak. "Don't compliment him. We would be just like them if we decided to go," he said with steel in his voice.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Then that be your own fault. Draegnar does not cater to you, and neither does life. You elves should do well to remember that. No matter how powerful you are, life always finds a way to push you back to the bottom," I said. They didn't reply back.
As soon as I finished talking, we all heard the shouting outside the cells. That was my signal that I could continue. I left the two elves alone in their cell...or at least I was supposed to. I heard footsteps behind me and I turned to see the elves walking close to me.
This wouldn't have concerned me if they had just passed me and kept walking, but...they stopped when I stopped. They moved when I moved. They offered me no explanation. They just followed me like children being led by an adult.
I stopped.
"What do you two think you're doing? I'm not here to rescue you. Get out on your own!" I exclaimed.
"We are loathe to admit it, but we have as much a chance at survival as those you sent before us. Our mana is low so we can't call upon the forces of the earth for aid. We also have no weapons. Following you is our best chance at seeing the sunset tonight," the female elf said.
As pleasing as this was to my ego to hear, I fully faced them. "Don't press your luck. What stops me from turning you two into those guards from earlier?" I asked.
"Then at least we will be one with our ancestors instead of the slaves of the living," the male said. It was clear to me that he didn't much like this idea either.
A thousand thoughts raced through my mind until I finally relented. "If nothing else about you elves, I respect your grit," I finally replied.
"What are your names?"
"Maeloson," The male elf said.
"Aesteal," The female elf said.
Judging by the bit of elven culture that I knew, I understood that these were not their true names. According to the elves, true names are only given as a sign of complete trust or complete servitude. Most mythical creatures or beings have a true name that they hide away from others. When a person learns the true name of a being the actions that follow are numerous. Not all of them are good either. There are many ways to acquire a person's true name. Not many of them were easy.
I turned around. "Fine, but you both better keep up. If you make this difficult for me, I'll make you both wish you stayed in that cell. Understood?" I threatened.
Maeloson grumbled, but Aesteal quickly nodded. "Understood. You are in charge," she said.
Seeing this, I exhaled. "Good, then follow me," I said. They did so without words of complaint.
I led them to the end of the prison. We could hear the fighting going on outside. Screams blasted against the door until the cruel sound of a blade came down. Then came bloodied gurgles. I slowly grabbed the door handle and pushed it open. It was rather hard to open, but I soon found out why. The body of one of the prisoners had been pressed up against it.
Just a ways away from the door stood guards running outside. I beckoned for the two elves to follow me. We ran down an elegant hallway and then ran up one of the stairs. I ushered them against one of the walls. "After them! Lord Falvor is furious!" a guard shouted. They quickly ran off as well.
We stopped sneaking and started walking. I opened one of the doors but found nothing of interest inside. Well, there were many things I could collect and sell, but that was easily traceable and I didn't need the hassle.
After some time, I opened another room. Judging by the desk, I figured this to be Falvor's study room. Just behind his desk laid one of my desires. The Lindengar family antique pistol.
The history behind this thing is that the gun had killed a mighty mage which led to the Lindengar's rise to power. I didn't know if this was true or not, but...given the things that happen to me, I am prepared to believe quite a few new things.
I grabbed the gun from atop a desk. I stuck it behind me and into my pants. "We came here for a pistol?" Maeloson asked.
"Wrong. I came here for a pistol. You two just need to make sure to beat anyone that comes through that door to the ground. I'm going to be looking through this stuff," I said.
Soon I took my attention away from them while I searched around Falvor's desk area. Luckily, for the guards outside, no one disturbed me and lost their life in the process. I sucked my teeth as I sat in the chair of the desk.
"Nothing but a collection of ship manifests. Every record is more useless than the last one," I cursed. I was ready to destroy this room and all its contents in my anger, but out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a book more out of place than the others on a bookcase.
I took the book and an open space stared in front of me. I reached into the space and felt around. Then I touched something hard. I pulled out a black box. I opened the box and inside was a black ring. I stared at it for a long while. It shimmered like a jewel, but it wasn't made of any material that I knew about, and that was combining both mine and Liara's memories.
"Which one of you can draw?" I asked.
"Provided I have an artist's pen, I can draw fairly well," Aesteal said.
"Draw this. Make it as detailed as possible," I said. I threw the ring to her. She took it and examined it just as I had done. She then handed it to her companion. While he held the ring, she grabbed a pen and paper. She would spend the next thirty minutes drawing as per my instructions.
Once she was done, I took the paper and stuffed it into my pocket. I placed the ring back in its box and hid it back in its place along with the book.
As we exited the study, I noticed that all the shouting had stopped. More than likely the guards had either killed the rest of the escapees or were chasing those who had gotten away through the island. It wouldn't be long before the place would be filled with more ants. I suppose this little adventure would have to be put on hold.
"Alright, let's get out of here. What I came for isn't here," I said. They seemed all too happy to agree with my decision.
"And how exactly are we going to do that? I doubt we're going to get to walk out the front door," the male elf said to me. I chuckled as I guided them around a corner. They took notice of a lone window that overlooked the sea.
Ah, perhaps I should have mentioned that the Lindengar estate was next to a cliff. Silly me.
"Well, it be a matter of perspective, Elf. It's not a door in the traditional sense, but we're going through it," I said.
They both looked at the beautiful hall window and then at me. "You...You're crazier than those Bruthian savages!" Maeloson said.
"If you want sane then you can go back to your cage. I'll help you make a decision," I said. I then kicked the window open releasing in the wind from outside.
"I heard a noise just now! Someone's still here! After them! If any of them escape, I'll have your heads!" someone yelled from far off. In the meantime, I turned to the two elves and stood on the windowsill.
"You two told me that dying be better than life in a cage. Show me the weight of that elven stubbornness," I told them. I thoroughly enjoyed the look of shock on their faces when I jumped as hard as I could out the window and into the seas below.
With my hands and fingers, I wove the seas to my command. A stream of water rose into the air to catch me and break my sail through the windy air. I quickly swam for the surface. Once I was above water, I bore sight to something that made me outright laugh.
Maelson and Aesteal were falling through the air just as I had done. Those two were complete idiots. If I wanted to, I could let the water break their fall...and their bodies without my interference. However, while the thought crossed my mind, my hand was already weaving the waves to embrace them as they had done for me.
The waves caught them and slowly pulled them into the sea. It wasn't long before they both surfaced as well. They both looked at me with eyes of disbelief. It was not surprising as to why.
"You will the sea and waters as if you are a god given mortal flesh. That is why you could jump out with such confidence. Who are you?" Aesteal asked me. Due to my lust, my eyes glanced down at her soaked cleavage for a second, but I'm sure they both realized it.
"Eric Drakclaw. Now then, if the introductions are out of the way, let's move to the Draegnar shores,"
The three of us began swimming around the island. It was a rather long voyage, but we finally made it to the beach. We exited the sea. I only hoped that the drawing the female elf had done wasn't ruined too much. I could pull the water out of the sheet of paper, but...it was a bit of a pain.
"Well then, enjoy your freedom. I have other things to do," I said. One of the things I needed to do was get myself some unsoaked clothes. I took the drawing that Aesteal made out of my pocket. I then pulled the water from it and dropped it into the beach. The paper wasn't completely dry, but none of the artistic integrity had been lost. I could show this to Liara later. Though I'm not sure how much help she could provide me since I had no information from my Liara's memories. Either way, I was going to find out why that ring needed to be hidden.
"Wait!"
I turned around and saw them both running to catch up to me.
"What? I'm busy. I saved you both. Your lives are your own now. Don't expect that I be one to give every thirsty man who asks a drink when I have it," I told them. Beggars irritated me the most. Even murderers and thieves held my respect more than a beggar. Perhaps it was because it reminded me of my decrepit lifestyle.
Aesteal quickly shook her head. "This isn't about thanks, Drakclaw. We do express that as well, but we would like to speak further," she said.
I exhaled. I seemed to be doing this a lot today. "Enough with the roundabout, Elf. Get to the point," I responded. I be admitting that this was more rude than even I wanted to show, but I did have other things that required my time. I merely wanted to convey that. Ilzahold always did tell me that I lacked proper subtlety.
"Then I will get to the point...,"
Of all the things I was prepared for, her dropping to one knee and bowing to me was not one of them.
"I ask that you accept Maeloson and myself under your command, Fäēgahar," She finished.
There was that name again. Fäēgahar is an elven term. It is another term for the elven Spirit of Water. Elven legend states that Fäēgahar was one of the first spirits to shape the earth. When the Spirit of Earth raised mountains and hills, the Spirit of Water crushed stone and from it poured life giving water. The water soaked the stone and life sprung forth. Earth and Water work together to bring the first springs of life to a void of nothingness. At least, that is what the elves believe anyway.
Some like to speculate that Poseidon is Fäēgahar, but tell that to any elf and they are liable to use your head for archery practice.
"Don't call me some elven spirit name. I have no use for elves...,"
This was a lie. There are many pirate ships who would love to have elves as part of their crew. I was one of them. Even on my original crew there were no elves. Most wanted them for their outstanding eyesight. Others wanted them for the purity of magic which flows through their veins. A single elf is worth at least a hundred normal pirate men. However, there are a few reasons why there are not many elven pirates. One, is because there are not many elves who desire such a lifestyle. The other reason...
"Besides, our paths go in different directions. I am going to become a pirate captain. The seas will become my home. I will plunder and take what I want. I will wage war against those who stand against me. I'll kill a man simply because he stepped on my boots. Mine is a path to be paved with blood, riches, and war. Aren't you elves supposed to abhor such notions? If I recall, elves who become pirates are cast out from their tribes. You can never return" I said.
"We'd rather die than return anyway," Maeloson said underneath his breath. I raised an eyebrow, but Aesteal quickly silenced him.
"We're prepared to do what is necessary. You are correct that our people abhor the life that pirates live, but...there are always exceptions to this. If you must, then let us become your crew members on a trial period until you truly trust us," she said.
I laughed to myself.
Trust? That was a word I had come to hate. Just that word reminded me of my old crew and made me angry. Even now, I could hear the thunderclouds rumbling in the sky. My crew, my beloved, my ship, all of them had left me. Who was I left to trust but myself?
I turned away from them. "And what do I have use for two elves who allowed themselves to get captured?" I asked.
"DON'T ASSUME YOU KNOW EVERYTHING!" Maeloson shouted at me. His eyes burned with anger that I had seen in my own eyes. I recognized that look. It was the same look that I had. It was actually the first time I had heard any elf raise their voice to me.
I then looked at Aesteal. She was no different. Though her eyes showed disapproval to her partner for his outburst, she was nonetheless hiding the tempest inside her as well. Those eyes were the result of the sting of betrayal.
My anger lessened. I suddenly felt very tired. "There are many other captains who are ready to sail now that would take you both for ten gold each. You don't need me," I finally spoke.
"They are not you, Drakclaw. They cannot perform the acts that you did. We can pull our own weight. We might be elves, but we are not averse to the lessons of hard labor," she said.
I assume she was talking about the assumption that some make that since elves have a more delicate body structure than any other race then they are incapable of manual labor.
"And what if I wanted to fuck one of you, or maybe even both of you?" I asked.
I be an honest man...sort of. Only the body of a woman can sway me, but I know of many men and women that would pay to bed elves of the same gender. That is another reason pirates long to have elves in their crew. They make great trophies. They also generate a sizable influx of coin from those who hold a fantasy over being with one. I had never whored out a member of my original crew, but I am reminded that perhaps my Beloved had done so without my knowledge.
The two elves looked at me with expressions I could not figure out. I think it was obvious to us all what I was trying to do. Aesteal stepped forward. "I...have not been with a man yet, but if I can find ways to please you in night activities then I will endeavor to do so. All I ask is that you spare Maeloson," she said.
"I don't need your protection!" He interjected. He glanced off to the side.
"I have only been with one woman, and I have never been with a man. I...could try as well," he said.
A shiver ran down my spine. I wasn't sure if this was good that I had Aesteal, or bad that Maeloson was willing to try. I think my test had proven unnecessary. Curse elven stubbornness to the seas.
"Just forget it. Fine, I will accept you both for now. Don't think that just because you jumped out of a window with me proves that I will take you. I'll see if you both are worth your salt. Come with me," I said. I began walking up to the docks with them.
"So tell me, Drakclaw. With all this power that you have, why do you dress in rags?" the male elf asked me.
"That's Sir to you, Maeloson. That applies to you as well, Aesteal. Am I understood?" I demanded. Their eyes looked at each other for a moment. They then looked back at me.
"Understood, sir." They both said. Hearing this, I then decided to address Maeloson's question.
"Because I'm a poor Draegnar rat that is currently ailing his sick mother. That'll start changing in a few weeks. I'll reclaim everything that I lost and make it greater than before," I replied.
I left my two new crewmembers to their own thoughts regarding what I said.
It wasn't long before, as a result of my previous anger, it started raining. People began scattering out of the Draegnar streets and merchants began packing up their merchandise.
"Why did you do this?" Aesteal asked me.
"No noble guardsman wants to perform a search in the rain," I explained. It was a better explanation than saying that my anger got the best of me at that moment.
The three of us arrived at my house and I frowned when I saw someone slamming on the door. It was a man of average height that I knew fairly well. I always anticipated this day coming just not yet. The man in front of my house was Dorin, one of the men who provided for my mother and I in return for sexual favors. In his hand was a bag. No doubt it was filled with food.
"Ira! I'm not asking to fuck you! Just fuckin' blow me, you ungrateful wench! If it wasn't for me, you'd be shark food along with that damn brat of yours. Open the damn door! I know your ass is in there! If you don't open this door, I'll kick it down and skullfuck you as much as I like!" Dorin shouted.
I don't know what expression was on my face when I heard those words. All I know was that I started walking. "HA! Dorin, you stubborn bastard! What are you doing here? I bet you pissed off mom again if she's not letting you inside. Hang on, let me get that," I said.
Dorin turned around and saw me coming. The anger in his voice disappeared when he spoke. If I had to guess, the cunt was probably wondering if I had heard him or not. He smiled at me. "Shut the hell up, brat. I haven't done anything to your mother. I just wanted to drop off these groceries. I gots me salary today. Figured you both could use a hand," Dorin said as I started opening the door.
"Yo Drakclaw, rumors be floating around the island that you gots a certain tavern owner beneath your thumb. What's that about?" he asked.
As I opened the door, I was suddenly aware that the rain was coming down even harder. Thunder boomed in the sky and lighting ran across it. The wind was beginning to howl. Sea waves crashed into the Draegnar docks.
"Pfft, don't I wish I had a wench like Sothshore under me. I betcha a lot of men do," I answered. I then opened the door. I stepped to the side.
"Welcome into the Drakclaw abode," I said with a smile on my face.
"Heh, noble manners don't look good on ya brat, but I'll take it," He said as he entered. A merry smile rested on his lips while he remained oblivious of my fury. I turned back to the Elves.
"Lock the door. We're good hosts in this house. I'm not so cruel a man that I be sending someone into this raging storm," I told them.
"Yes, Sir,"
I'm not sure why, but I was surprised that Maeloson was the one to answer me. I walked inside before them. Once we were inside, Maeloson closed the door and quickly locked it.
"Hey mother, Dorin's here with groceries!" I called. I already saw the bastard sitting on our couch. He then turned to the elves. More specifically, he looked at Aesteal.
"Odd company you're keeping these days. Why the elves?" he asked.
"We bonded over some punishment time. They're pretty much like family now. Maeloson, Aesteal, follow me. I'll get you both a drink," I said. They both followed me into the kitchen without another word.
This was when my mother decided to appear. "What do you want, Dorin? How am I supposed to hear anything with that damn storm raging outside?" she asked.
Dorin cackled and held up his soaked bag. He then jumped to his feet. "Got you and your boy some supplies, Ira. I was banging on the door for quite a bit. Even before the storm started. I was just hoping we could trade for the usual," he said.
My mother's eyes darted towards me. She curiously looked at Aesteal and Maeloson, but she couldn't examine them for too long. I spared her no glance. I did this because I knew that Dorin's eyes had followed her. "Yo Eric, mind going to your room for a little bit with your two friends? Your mother and I need to discuss some business," Dorin said.
I didn't reply for a moment. Images of my Beloved in the hands of my crew, shaking her hips, her mouth, and the rest of her body rushed through my mind. It took too much self-control to ease my anger. I did not wish to drown Draegnar if I could help it.
"Tell me, Dorin. How long have you known my mother and me?" I asked.
"Is this really an important question right now, Eric?"
"Humor me,"
Dorin chuckled frustratingly. He then sighed. "I figure about ten years? Give or take one or two," He replied.
I agreed with him and turned around. "Hmm, ten years. Quite a long time. You know, Dorin, the sea is a vast mystery to many a great man. I've seen many pirates dock on Draegnar's shores and I'm sure you've done business with some of them. Yet, no matter how many of them I see. I find that they can be labeled in two groups," I said.
I pulled out a chair and sat in it. I then raised my hand to my mother. "Mother, come to me," I said. My mother looked at Dorin before she made her way over to me. Dorin watched her sit on my lap. She then swung her legs over my thighs. My open arm and my hand landed on her breast. I firmly squeezed it enough for her to shiver in delight.
"What the...," Dorin gasped, but I began speaking.
"The first group is The Dreamers. These are the pirate crews that aim for the greatest possible rewards that exist in this world. Myth or not, they will scour the greatest seas to obtain fame and fortune. The sea is an endless journey just waiting to be taken. These are the smaller of the two groups," I said. Dorin was confused by this, but I turned to my mother.
"Mom, on your knees. Suck my cock," I said. I could feel some hesitation from her, but my mother slowly stood to her feet and then landed on her knees. She pulled down my wet pants and fished out my cold cock. Then, her hands started running over it like she had done this morning. Her warm hands were rather exquisite to me and I began groaning under her touch. My flaccid penis quickly began to show its girth. Then, my mother took it into her mouth. I grabbed ahold of her head and began using her mouth as my own personal cock sleeve. Her mouth was just as fantastic as ever!
"The second group, Dorin, is The Slackers. These are...oooooh...the pirate crews that think a reward is only...fuck...sought by plunder. These groups have no honor amongst the seas. These are the ones who prey on the...ugh...Dreamers. They take everything that the Dreamers have so that in the end, the Dreamers have nothing...but unfulfilled dreams. The Slackers are the Dreamers who failed and gave up! The Slackers are the Dreamers who couldn't make it, who couldn't take it, who couldn't fuck it! That...is the type of man that you are," I said.
Soon Maeloson and Aesteal pulled two pistols on Dorin. Those were the guns that I had purchased previously. They each stood at my side while my mother continued to swallow my lusty fuckmeat. Her tongue wrapped so wonderfully around it that I shivered.
"Eric, what are you...,"
"And the only way for a...ahhhh...Dreamer to continue dreaming is to destroy the Slackers that threaten them. You have sullied my mother's body...ugh...for the last time, Dorin. So out...uffff...of respect for what you have done for us in the past, I'll make sure you at least don't suffer. Mother, look at Dorin, and say your final goodbyes," I said.
The tall man widened his eyes as my mother looked upon him for the last time. "Eric, boy! If this is a joke, it's not funny," he said. I could see the fear in his eyes and the panic in his chest. The sound of the chamber of my pistols being readied was rather warming.
"Maeloson, Aesteal, remove this scurvy dog," I told them. As soon as those words left my mouth, two gunshots were drowned out by the sound of the rain and thunder. Dorin fell to the floor dead. I stood up and unlocked the door. I then kicked his body out before too much blood could cover the boards. His body fell from the bridge and down until I couldn't even see it anymore.
Once that was done, I was now aware that I was naked in front of my mother and two elves. Both turned their eyes away from me while I laughed. "Aesteal, down the corridor is the shower. There are some clothes you can find in my mother's drawer. Same for you, Maeloson. As for you, Mother, I think you have some unfinished business," I said.
I think the two elves couldn't get out of my living room fast enough. They both walked down the corridor while my mother spoke. "Yes, Eric," my mother said. I sat back in my chair and my mother continued to service me. God I loved this mouth!
Unfortunately, I wish I could say I made it last as much as I hoped, but soon my cock was exploding my cum down my mother's throat. She swallowed it all and even the drops that slowly fell from the side of her face were licked up by her tongue. I could be wrong, but...
"Lately, you've been sucking me off more earnestly. Have you perhaps taken a liking to sucking off your son, Mother?" I asked.
My mother gave me an indignant look. "Don't be ridiculous, Eric. Being humiliated like this wouldn't feel good," she answered. For her sake, I wouldn't mention the quiver I heard in her voice.
After some time, Aesteal and Maeloson finished their individual baths. The clothes that I could provide for them were just as low quality as mine and my mother's, but I didn't see them complain. Then I took my own bath. By the time I exited, it seemed that the two elves had been speaking with my mother about their presence here. I also took note that neither could look me in the eye. Well, it wasn't hard to guess why.
"Mother, I'm going back out. Be sure to tell those two about what I have planned in the next few weeks," I said.
"In this storm? After you just took a shower?"
"Like a cold can stop me," I answered.
I left the house and willed the rain to fall just outside the range of my person. There was no need for me to worry about anyone seeing me because the streets were empty, but I knew that a certain person's tavern would still be open.
I stood in front of the Dead Tales tavern. Just as I had assumed, its lights were on and its doors were open. The music from the tavern continued to fill my ears. I pushed open the doors.
As soon as I walked through, the music stopped. All eyes were on me whether they be staff or customers. I had to say it was rather nice to have the attention of the barmaids, but I had wasted enough time.
Spotting the stairs, I left the first floor. As soon as I left, the barbs began to sing and spin tales anew. I climbed the stairs until I came in front of Ellen's door. Two guards, as usual, were posted in front of it. As soon as they saw me, they wordlessly stepped to the side.
I opened the door and stepped inside. There I saw Ellen behind her desk sifting through papers. She took acknowledgement of me before returning to her work. I have to say, she looked good with glasses.
"You look good wearing glasses," I said.
"And you'd look good as shark guts, Sir. I take it you were involved in that whole shitstorm with the Lindengar family? You're lucky you're a poor shit otherwise they'd be able to find you fairly easily. What did you even do?" she asked me.
"Oh you know, stole the Lindengar family pistol, staged a prisoner breakout, jumped out of a mansion window and into a treacherous sea, normal things," I replied.
Ellen snorted. "Yeah, normal thi...you STOLE the Lindengar estate pistol?!" She exclaimed.
"Would you prefer if I said appropriated?"
For the first time, I saw a glimmer of respect in Sothshore's eyes. "So what are you going to do with it?" she asked.
"Hmm, well Burnwood wants it so I plan on giving it to her for her help. I have no need of it," I replied. I then stood Sothshore up for a moment. She grumbled, but I edged myself into the seat and placed her on my lap.
"I swear your mother must have fucked an Incubus. It's hard to write like this," she complained. I enjoyed the warm feeling of her thighs against mine.
"Just imagine how rough it will be to write during our voyage. Think it to be training for the future," I reasoned to her. She offered me another snort, but she continued writing. While she wrote, she handed me about ten papers.
"Look through those. It's the details containing the ship you've rented. I'm still working on getting a proper crew, but it'll be filled by the time you're ready to set sail," she said.
Though a tad uncommon of me, I kissed her cheek. "Good girl," I replied. She didn't say anything, but I love the way her legs squirmed against man.
Anyway, as she told me, I looked through the papers that she gave me. She had already paid for the ship as well as for the supplies of at least a six-month journey. I felt compelled to tell her that it would not take this long, but the seas are wild. No one knows how truly terrifying they can be if left unprepared.
By design, it was a large ship. It was easily capable of transporting the two hundred men and women that I wanted for sailing. Though I would try my best to keep them alive, I bet my ass that at least thirty-five percent of this group would not survive. The isles we were going to were not any ordinary treasure. The fact that Ellen still got a few good adventurers on the ship was enough for me.
"Is this the biggest ship you can afford?" I asked.
"Hardly, but it's the only ship on Draegnar that can be outfitted with magic seals from the witch currently. You'd be waiting another month for a better one to come in," she replied to me.
That was not going to happen. If that was the case, then I would just have to make do with what I was given. Besides, when I took the treasures hidden in the Delverhold Isles it would be more to begin constructing a ship of my own. Then, I would begin sailing the seas in search of my former crew, in search of my Beloved, and erasing them all from this world.
"You know Ellen, with the profit we make from our voyage, you could run your business from a ship. It wouldn't be too hard to do so. There are ship taverns after all," I told her. In typical Sothshore fashion, I think she knew what I was on to.
"I'm many things, and a pirate is not one of them. I be a simple businesswoman," she said. She then shivered when I rested my head in the nape of her neck.
"Mmm, but you're my little slave slut first and a businesswoman second. If I wanted you on my ship, then you would not have a say. Besides, running a poor island like Draegnar is beneath you. The power, the influence, the command you hold is all beneath the waves of people's conscience. I could give you a country, a kingdom, an entire nation to rule if you come with me. Riches beyond your wildest dreams," I said to her.
Ellen, for the first moment since being next to me, chuckled. "Sometimes I wonder if you haven't been taken over by a wayward spirit, Drakclaw. You have such a way with words now unlike the bumbling dumbass you were a few weeks ago. How can you even guarantee those things? Who says I want them?" she asked.
Ellen shivered when I kissed her neck. "Because, you're my slut. You would bathe in the Draegnar seas if they were filled with such coin. You'll get it because I know things that I kept hidden away. I bartered with the Witch of Draegnar which is a poor person's fantasy. I've made you, the dream of men and women, tremble beneath my fingers. I have sent the Lindengar estate into disarray. Nothing is impossible for me so long as you join me," I told her.
"And why are you even asking me? I thought everything I own is yours,"
I slowly slid my hands up her shirt and cupped her breasts. Her breathing became unsteady and ragged. I could feel her nipples harden against my fingertips. "Because now you can envision the painting I am creating for you. Imagine the mighty Sothshore, a tale spun of her legendary prowess on the tongues of bards and on the mouths of instruments. The world's greatest negotiator and businesswoman upon my ship. Tell me, tell me that you will join my crew. Tell me that you will be one of the first members of the greatest pirate ship this world has or will ever know,"
I pinched her nipples and I kissed the nape of her neck. Her fingers clenched the sides of her table. "You really are a bastard, Sir." she told me. I could feel the way her feet massaged my legs. Her face was red with desire.
"Only to slutty bitches like you. After the Delverhold come sail the mighty seas with me and let me drown you in riches while I drown in this hot body that makes men dream and women scream,"
"Ugh...mmphm...you...oh fucking shiiit," she said between her teeth as I continued to fondle her tits and warm her thighs. I then took one of my fingers and slid it into her undergarments. The heat from her pussy stained my fingers.
"I can't wait till I have you all alone in my cabin. I bet if I had a mirror, then you would enjoy the expression on your face. It be a pitiful display of lust and shame. I can feel your chest beat through your breast. Come with me, and cum for me, you wanton bitch. You slut that makes my cock grow hard,"
"Eric, you...oooooooh...you b-bastaaaard...oh yes...ohhh yes. I hate you. I fuckin' hate your...damn...guts!" She said, but even as she writhed against me. She turned her head to me and kissed me. Her tongue sought dominance with my own, but I was quick to overpower it. I could still feel the flames of resistance in her body, but...I could feel a bit of acceptance as well. She was beginning to realize just how futile her attempts to regain our former standing were.
With the combination of my thumb on her swollen nub, and my fingers massage the inner reaches of her walls, I had her screaming in record time. "UGH...UGH...FUUUUUUUCK!" She screamed as she drenched my body in her orgasmic flood.
"I'll take that as a yes,"
"Suck a dick, you fucker. UGH!" she grunted as I smacked her ass.
"That's 'Sir' to you," I replied.
"Suck a dick, Sir!" She corrected.
"Better,"
Once my little fun with Sothshore was over, I decided that I might as well get some actual work done. So until the moon rested in the sky, I spent my time with Sothshore going over the travel details of the voyage. I must have surprised her because I had perfected charted our course for the place which hid the Lost Isles of Delverhold. I think she was starting to believe me and that was making her worried. Yet, true to her professionalism, she asked questions that pertained to the importance of the trip...while in post-orgasmic bliss.
Once we were done, I eased myself from Sothshore's body. She seemed pretty invested in the reports that she was already handling so I didn't see the need to bother her more than I already had.
"Hey Drakclaw," Ellen called.
I turned around. "I've yanked your fucking chain before. What confidence do you have that this trip is even real?" She asked.
There seemed to be no spite in her voice. I could only see the glimpses of curiosity in her eyes. "Cause I'm not in the habit of sending my belongings into the gates of hell without a guarantee of victory," I said. I then closed the door behind me.
In two weeks, I would return to the seas.
In two weeks, I would return to the world that I belonged to.
In two weeks, I would once again climb the steps of adventure and glory.
In two weeks, I would plan the first steps of my...
...Vengeance.