"I must say that you intrigue me, Eric Drakclaw. Not so many men are this nonchalant about creating a Blood Oath. Now the impoverished boy understands the intricacies of Rune Sewing. I look forward to you revealing your many hidden talents when we return from this voyage of yours," Liara teased from her side of the mystical room that had been created.
Candles were lit in every corner of the room. Arcane text that I could make out if given the time were stained upon the walls. A sealing circle outlined in the blood of various animals laid in the center.
If I be honest, I tuned out her banter. This was not done on purpose, but I was too distracted with trying to sort my Ilzahold's memories of rune sewing along with my former experiences with it.
In front of me laid a captain's vest, coat, and pants that I had purchased over the two weeks preparing for this trip. Tomorrow was the voyage and a crew be respecting no man that wears worn and tattered clothes. Days and nights ridding men and women of their coin in the gambling dens easily paid for this outfit.
Rune Sewing speaks for itself. Sewing runes into clothing fabric. It's not the same as engraving runes on weapons such as swords, guns, or spears, but the concept be the same. Runes are the symbols and languages from ancient days. Experienced sorcerers are paid fine coin to inscribe, sew, or engrave these into whatever a person desires. There are runes that increase a weapon's durability, its resistance to magical attacks, or even wielding the elements themselves. The number of runes that lay in the world is as innumerable as the sands on a shoreline.
Unfortunately, there are not many rune sewers in the world. Even in my time, I only met two in my whole life and they are the ones who fitted my clothes with the runes that I desired. Yes, Ilzahold was one of them. It was a hefty price, but the results are worth it for any conquering seaman.
I remember wondering why there weren't many rune sewers despite the occupation being so rewarding. Now that I hold Liara's memories in my mind, I have found the answer.
Rune Sewing is unpredictable. Any royal magician, fortune-teller, soothsayer, diviner, or mage in general, who has gotten an education in the mystic arts, understands the complex history of runes and rune forging.
The history of these arts tends to vary from source material to other source material. For instance, Elves are led to believe that the runes were created from the Earthen spirits to better communicate with the will of the planet. Fishfolk are led to believe that runes were created by the god of the sea as a way for all to pay homage to the eternal aid of water. It all be nonsense to me, but...Ilzahold's memories strike me the most.
According to what Ilzahold had studied, runes were not called 'runes' at first. They were stars in the night sky. They were the numerous conversations that divine beings fired back and forth with each other. Every time one of them speaks, every time one of their mouths open, a star is born. When the first of the races walked upon the earth, it had no one. It was alone. The divine bodies took pity on it and taught The First Being their divine language. They poured the stars to the new earth and the First Being discovered them all, each a symbol or character of the divine bodies' tongue. Each star was a word that instilled great power. After all, to communicate with divine beings divine power must be given. These symbols and characters slowly became known as runes to now.
I don't know if this is true or not. I really don't care, but as I was saying there is a point to that history lesson.
Runes be an easy thing to mess up. The blasted things don't work if there is even the slightest imperfection. One mistake and the effects range from nothing to one's soul being sucked away into the void. Yes, it sounds ridiculous to me as well, but the benefits are equal to the risks.
As for Rune Sewing, the process is much harder than simply writing runes like any regular mage. Sewing a rune is much easier to imperfect. I can't count the number of clothing materials Liara went through in my head to learn this process.
Now, I was attempting the same process. It takes a mage about ten years to perfectly create runes. It then takes them thirty years longer if they wish to become a Rune Sewer. It is not something one does half-heartedly. I hold a new appreciation for any woman who can handle this ridiculous contraption known as a sewing machine.
If I be honest, I did not want to do this in front of Ilzahold, but she had claimed that our little contract was ready to proceed and we should waste no time. She did not take no for an answer. Now, I am here carefully stitching runes to my captain's coat and the other clothes that I had purchased. Not to mention I would have to do the same thing to my mother's, the elves, and Sothshore's clothes as well.
The Isles of Delverhold were not to be underestimated. We would all need this if we were to survive. I would not have the time to go and add runes to the rest of the clothing of my temporary crew tomorrow, but I would make sure that the bastards could at least run away if need be.
"Rxovius Shakthmathira Ecspirivium Sarathotovimah Hirathbati Oviorium,"
As I worked, I heard Liara speak her magic words behind me. My senses were heightened to the magical world. I didn't have to turn around to see the arcane energies working behind me. Nevertheless, I tried to keep my focus.
Sweat poured from my brow beneath a harsh light. I was not the most patient person. I could feel frustration seeping through my body to get this over with, but I calmed my nerves. It would be worth it. I constantly told myself that. However, I was now aware of a fault in my technique.
I had no technique. The memories from Liara and her times Rune Sewing were like I was watching moving pictures. She had been working her fingers and hands into the process of rune sewing for seas know how long. I hadn't. I had the knowledge, but my body did not. My fingers were clumsy and my hands were uneasy. I had to replay her actions more times than I care to admit.
By the time I was done with my clothes, I wished I could blast this machine to pieces. I inspected my work and, as far as I could tell, the runes were flawless despite my body's efforts to make them otherwise.
"Are you perhaps quite finished, Eric? I still have many things that I must have prepared aboard the ship for tomorrow's voyage. I must say this is rather exciting. I have been on many ships, but this is the first in a while I find myself intrigued. I hope you don't believe that water melts witches. It does not," Liara told me in that way that makes her words swim in the air and tickle the ears with honey.
How I would enjoy the look on her face when we docked upon the Isles. I would make sure to rub this in for all it be worth. "Is it ready?" I asked.
"It was ready about half an hour ago. I did not see fit to interrupt you. Come. The energy has reached its zenith and spirits have gathered to witness our oath,"
Upon the floor, a large magic seal was placed. I stood in the center of it along with Liara. As soon as I stepped inside, the candles that had been lit were blown out by a mysterious wind that came from nowhere. This left both of us in perpetual darkness. If we were not so close to each other during the start of this ceremony, I would have lost her. However, I was not worried. I had done this type of thing before after all.
"Now, Drakclaw raise your...,"
I did not need to be told what to do. I raised my hands and held them to Liara's. Hers was a softer touch than I remembered. If she had a complaint about the calluses on my hands, then she didn't voice them.
Once our hands touched, she spoke some more arcane words. The seal of blood beneath our feet started to glow with a violet light. I squinted my eyes from its harsh glow. I then noticed Liara looking at me.
"By my blood, this contract between me and the one I acknowledge stands true. Spirits bear witness to mine oath. Contractor, Liara Ilzahold, by her blood, binds her word that she shall not deny contractee, Eric Drakclaw, desires of thine world should the Lost Isles of Delverhold be found. Mine word be mine own bond lest my soul be devoured by the Oath Breaker. This I swear," Liara said.
Once she was finished, I spoke. "By my blood, this contract between me and the one I acknowledge stands true. Spirits bear witness to mine oath. Contractee, Eric Drakclaw, by his blood, binds his word that he shall not deny contractor, Liara Ilzahold, the pursuit of greater glories which lay within the Lost Isles of Delverhold should it be found. Mine word be mine bond lest I offer everything that I am into the service of Ilzahold until the end of days. This I swear," I said.
With my oath finished, Liara held out a bone knife composed of wyvern scales. With it, she sliced open her palm. She then handed the knife to me. I sliced my palm as well. We then extended our hands until they touched the other. Our blood mixed together and dropped onto the glowing sealing array. What followed next was something I wouldn't enjoy.
My hand started to burn with an intense heat that made me wonder if I'd be replacing my hand with a hook in the future. I looked down and I saw the magic etching itself into my and Liara's back hand as a sign of our oath. The pain was so great that more sweat flowed down my forehead. When my eyes laid on Liara, she held a visage of indifference. I am now aware of just how many times she must have done this.
Soon the glowing faded and the darkness gave way to enough light that I could make out the room we stood in. The burning had stopped, but I noticed the mark on my hand. The shape of an oval and a star overlapping the other was our mark.
"For your sake, Eric Drakclaw, I hope your voyage holds my intrigue. It took a lot of preparation to accomplish this. Might I inquire when we set sail?" she asked me.
I grabbed my clothes that I had finished sewing. "Before the sun reaches the highest point in the sky. I'd advise your two grunts to not be late. I'll leave them," I told her.
"I would not make it so," she replied. Then, in a manner I found rather unusual for her, she escorted me to the front of the shop. She then wished me a good day before closing the door. In the many years that I have known Ilzahold, she never walked past the back building. While she was closing the door, all I could see was a mysterious smile upon her face. Figures that even with all her memories, I still can't figure that witch out.
I decided to head home. From the wooden bridge that connects my house to the main roads of Draegnar, I could look down and see the roaring tides and the piers below. At the far corner was my temporary ship. It was as big as Ellen said it was. It sat on the water tied by a rope and anchor to the docks. I could just barely make out the people carrying wooden crates filled with gunpowder, food, swords, and anything else that I had specified that I would need. I could even barely see the magical aura around certain boxes. No doubt this was also Liara's stuff.
I stepped inside my house and I noticed my mother with a pistol in her hands. Unlike the last two weeks, any trace of the Shark's Bite disease had left her body. She was still on the thin side, but I could see those beautiful female curves of hers begin to fill out in ways that I love so much. Her eyes no longer carried the weight of despair in them. Now, they were the jewels of my treasure box.
"Finished your business with the Witch?" she asked me.
"Aye. What are you doing?" I asked.
"You're taking me on this trip for some reason. I should refamiliarize myself with the weight and power of firearms. I have not professionally held one for quite some time. The elves are gull hunting. Moving targets make for good archery practice, or so they told me before they left. You're...really going through with this, aren't ya?"
I didn't much mind the question. In my mother's eyes, I must have been someone else who had taken the body of her son. I would not have been able to pull this off if I was truly the age that my body indicated.
"Well, if we don't go through with this then something tells me that Ilzahold will bless me with the power of shapeshifting. She'll turn me into a frog and any other manner of creature if we don't," I said. As harsh as my mother could be at times, I could tell that my deal with Liara did not make her happy. A bastard though I be, she still cares for me very much. It is one of the reasons I enjoy her so dearly.
"Well, you got us all on this ship, Eric. For your sake, I beg you understand the severity of your situation," she said.
"Glory be attained by the risk takers, mother!" I told her. I then gave as hearty a laugh as I could before making myself scarce.
Any excitement about my return to the seas was buried beneath a mountain of tedious work that I needed to accomplish. Through the entire day, I began my rune sewing of my mother's, Asteal's, Maeloson's, and Sothshore's clothes. The latter of this group seemed to take joy in watching me suffer with a blasted sewing machine. I would make sure to repay her laughter with my own later. Nevertheless, I would not allow them to die to the dangers of Delverhold if I held the power to prevent it.
As the sun gave way to the moon, I continued to work. My mother and the elves had taken their rest. I continued my sewing ways while infusing the magic that I learned from the Liara of my time into each rune. By the time I was finished, my eyes hurt, my fingers ached, and I felt rather delirious from the reserves of mana I had used to infuse the runes with magic.
"Ah, the glorious return of a betrayed captain, his bed not filled with women and riches, but his bed a lone chair and table alongside a sewing machine," I said. I do not mind if anyone laughs. It be hilarious to me as well if I could see myself.
The morning came a little...too quickly for my liking. A hand was pressed against my back as I opened my eyes. My mother had awoken me. When I opened my eyes, I noticed how delectably beautiful she looked. I had not seen my mother in the prime of her life, but...this would be it for me.
My mother's body was covered by a white, short-sleeved shirt. Her hair flows down with a vibrant color that it hadn't had before. Her ass is covered with black leather shorts. Her feet arose covered by heeled boots of the same color and material. In her eyes, I see a burning confidence that drove me mad with desire. The runes I had stitched upon each of these garments told the story of my determination the previous night.
The sands of sleep over my eyes were quickly brushed away. "The sirens of the seas are nothing to your beauty, mother," I said.
My mother looked like she failed to properly weigh my comment in her mind. She then jabbed me in the shoulder rather painfully. "And your tongue is still sharper than any blade, Eric. What is the point in trying to embarrass me with flattery?" she asked me.
I removed myself from my chair. I then grabbed her arm and pulled her with me until we appeared in the bathroom There was no mirror in our bathroom, but the window which led to the outside did more than enough. Due to the sun, we could easily see her reflection upon the window pane.
I stood behind her. My arms dropped down the side of her shoulders. "The truth can be embarrassing for some, and pride for others, mother. Just look at you. Did I not promise to restore you to greatness? A strong woman is reflected there to me. No trace of disease lingers on you," I whisper to her. I can feel her shiver as my fingers massage her shoulders. I then slowly moved them down her arms.
My mother did not resist me. Instead, her hands rubbed mine as she looked at herself. "Your eyes shine with pride, your tongue strikes the air like fire, and your body is a treat to the eyes of men and women," I then say. I clasp her fingers with mine. I take her hands on a trip to explore her new body. Her palms and mine familiarize themselves with the curves of her feminine frame.
While we do this, she leans against my chest. The only sound I can hear is her ragged breath. "Eric...," she calls to me slowly. I can see her pretty nipples stab into her shirt. My own breath was hot with desire and there was no way that she couldn't feel my erection against her ass. However, instead of the plethora of excuses that she could give me, she began slowly grinding her plump butt against me. Her face was flushed with arousal. Even with her back to mine, I could feel her heart beating in her chest. Her hair smelled wonderful.
I took a step back from my mother. This was hard to do for me, but my need for validation was much greater. "Turn around. Look at me," I said, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.
My mother slowly turned around to face me. Her arousal was evident. "And who do you have to thank for that miraculous body change?" I asked, my hands folded behind my back like I was a knight captain talking to a would-be squire.
My mother looked into my eyes, but her gaze could not hold. She looked at the ground. The confidence that I had seen was slowly dying away. "You," she replied.
"You, what?" I asked, my tone a bit harsher than earlier.
"You, Eric," she said to me.
"And who does that body belong to?" I asked.
"Me," my mother replied, but I gazed at her for a moment. I then walked back towards her until we stood eye to eye.
"Wrong, mother. Your body is mine. If you remember, you were planning to take your own life. You forfeited your right to own your body anymore. It's now mine to do with as I please. For these past two weeks, I nurtured it, I cared for it, I raised it up from its pitiful state, I showed you...that you be just as beautiful as you had been before. Now, it be your responsibility to take care of what's mine. If you don't...," I left the statement unfinished.
What I be trying to tell my mother was that before she saw no value within herself. She was just trying to survive. After trying for so long, she was at the end of her rope. She couldn't heck it anymore. She was displeased with herself, she was displeased with me, and she was displeased with our living circumstances. Yet, I came to show her that what she found displeasing about herself pleased me greatly. The body she found wretched was one that was now for my exclusive pleasure.
I wrestled control of our family from her. Now, she was not burdened by the weight of responsibility to things out of her control. That was for me to deal with. Then, I changed our living circumstances. Could she had ever dreamed of wearing clothes like these again? I would guess not.
"Yes, Eric," My mother said.
"Who's body is that?" I asked.
"Yours,"
"Again!"
"It's...your body, Eric."
"Again!"
"It's your body, Eric!"
I grabbed my mother's hands and held them over her head. Then, before she could stop me, I kissed her as passionately as I could. I pushed her head against our window in our bathroom. My mother resisted me, but only for a moment. Soon, she began kissing me with that same confidence that I had seen when I woke up. Besides, this wasn't meant to be what I think she was assuming.
Her breath was hot and so was her body. Seas, could she drive me insane with the way her tongue seemed to cradle my own in its embrace. Her hands touched my cheek and she pulled me forward. I closed my eyes as I continued to flick my tongue across the inner chambers of her mouth. I swiped her teeth, her cheeks, and anything else that I could access. Yes, this was my body. No fucker would touch my mother except for me again.
Once we parted, we were out of breath. "Sweeter than a northern orange," I said.
"Shut up, Eric," My mother replied, but without the intent to be spiteful.
My mother exited the bathroom before me. I took the time to look like I had not just been awake into the very late hours of the night. A quick splash of water to my face, a brush of my teeth, and a change of clothes led me to standing back in the living room.
I noticed my mother standing at the door, my captain's coat rested in her arms. I held out my hand to take it, but she shook her head towards me.
"Let me put it on," she said. I was not sure why she wanted to do it, but I allowed her to do so. She stood behind me and slipped my arms through the sleeves. Her eyes trailed over my body like a fancy artist working upon a drawing. Her fingers lingered on my black coat for a time before she placed on my boots. She then stuck my two pistols in their pouches.
"Had we the time, I would have taken you to the tavern for an ale to commemorate you as the captain. You probably be the youngest captain I know of. For both our sakes, I hope you know what you're doing, boy," my mother said. Unlike before, I did not chastise her for that one. I could tell where her intention came from.
With the limited items that our household held, my mother and I walked out of the house. She locked the door behind us. Even now, I could still see hundreds of people working the docks and my ship below.
It be odd. I have sailed the seas for many years. I have fought many a creature that be from both myth and legend. Yet, just the walk from my house to the docks filled my young body with excitement. There be something about the sea and tides that changes a boy into a man. Even for someone of my age, there is a profound fulfillment to be found in a man's first journey.
As I expected, walking through Draegnar in my captain's outfit had drawn attention. Some laughed at me. In their eyes, I might be one of the best Shark Hunters on the island, but I was certainly no pirate. If nothing else, I was just a brat playing dress up. Those people did not bother me too much. I could already see the outcome when I returned.
I arrived on the Draegnar docks. The air was full of seawater and the cursed sound of birds. The sun was hot, but the piers were wet from a storm that had passed a few days ago. No, I was not the cause that time.
Men and women stopped their work to briefly look at me before returning to their own ships. I watched merchants bark orders to servants and slaves while conducting business with other benefactors. Seeing this reminded me that I would need Sothshore for more things than even I had foreseen.
My mother and I walked across the docks. The wooden planks creaked beneath our feet as we came to the furthest ship stationed above the waves. So tall was the mast that it provided a shade to my eyes from the sun.
"10%, and I go no lower!"
"This is not up for debate. You're lucky I allowed you 4%. Do not attempt to haggle me. Greater and richer assjackets than you have tried,"
From the ship, I turned my attention to the war of words in front of me. I saw Ellen speaking with the owner of the ship. He was a man of average height, but a not so average build. His body reflected his potential hobby of drowning his merriment in booze. The belly shows it.
Ellen took notice of me and my mother coming over. She then folded her arms. As always, even when she be looking like the flames of hell itself, she is still beautiful in my eyes.
"You're late, Captain!" she said.
To be honest, just her even saying my title aroused me for...whatever reason. I know she must have said it with the barest amount of spite and sarcasm, but the way her voice sounded like hot fire made me smile.
Unfortunately, I could not live in the moment very long. Someone decided to ruin my mood.
"This...this boy be the captain of this voyage? I have done business with you before, Sothshore, but such a joke goes about as far as novice spit against an urn. Forget the deal, forget the commission, I am not having some skinny bilgerat aboard my ship!" the captain said.
"As of sunrise this day, you are not the captain of this ship. Besides, everything is already being loaded into the ship as we draw breath. If you do not like it, then you can take it up with someone who cares. Just know that no one's backed out of a deal with me and lived to speak about it. You'll be another story of my tavern. It's name is rather ironic, don't you think?" she asked.
The owner glared at her. He then glared at me. His bloated belly fully faced me. He then began to walk towards me until I had to adjust my gaze upwards to meet his own. He smiled at me. I could see the slight decay of his teeth. His breath smelled as rancid as whale blubber.
"How old you be, boy?" He asked me.
I did not answer him. Instead, I turned my eyes to my mother. "Get on the ship, mother. I'll be there shortly," I said.
My mother looked at me. Then at the man in front of me. "Better do as he says, Lass. He'll be there once we exchange some pleasant sea tales," he said.
My mother didn't reply to him either, but I could see the burning fire of a female pirate in her eyes. She moved to the side and boarded the ship. It wasn't long before I heard the men showing their "appreciation" of her in the form of whistles, perverse comments, and laughter.
I did not like it. Those comments...reminded me of things I'd rather not be reminded of.
The owner of the ship laughed as well. He then placed a hand on my shoulder. "There are many like you, boy. A fish believing it was born to be a shark. You try to begin your swim, but you don't know how vast the ocean is. You look like you've yet to even get your legs past the sandy shoreline. A great captain takes command of his crew. Can you even do that?" he asked me.
He then turned to his ship. "Avast, ye Draegnar lubbers! Feast your eyes upon your captain! This be the man to lead you on your perilous journey!" He said to the men and women who would be my crew.
As one might expect, they all stopped their work to look upon me. Hell, even those ships that were not a part of my voyage ceased their duties. When eyes laid upon me, more laughing ensued.
"Hahahahaha! You need more meat on your skin, boy!"
"Who did you bribe to wear that captain's robe? I be surprised it fits you!"
"Nice pistols, boy! I hope they're good for more than just bird hunting!"
"So the famous Shark Hunter of Draegnar wants to sail the seas? Can you even read a map, son?"
"I came here to make a profit, not become a bitch's nanny! Go home before you get us all killed!"
Surprisingly, these taunts did not make me as angry as I figured they would. It happens to every new pirate captain after all. Consider it a rite of passage. The beginnings of a pirate captain are not met with resounding joy and celebration, but backlash, cruelty, and jeers. Why wouldn't it be? In the eyes of others, you are a new problem in the way of someone's glory. Better to snuff you out now than deal with you later.
No, this did not annoy me. What annoyed me...
Suddenly, the owner pulled out a pistol and held it under my chin. The steel was rather cold.. "See this, boy? This is what rules the seas and the tides. This is what changes the course of human history. A single bullet can send armies to war. On the sea, might is right. No one's gonna hold your hand. I give you one chance boy. Take off the hat and the robes, and forget this deal. If you don't, I don't mind taking another treasure that you won't have a use for,"
I didn't need to follow his eyes to know that he was looking at my mother. Any male driven by his baser hormones, like me, would appreciate her figure now that she had recovered. In that respect, I was no different from other men.
However, the one difference between this owner, this laughing crowd, and myself was...
"A true pirate...be not using 'Avast' in such ways. A true pirate...never gives his enemy chances," I said.
Soon a loud noise assaulted the docks. Laughter stopped and silence reigned in its place. The noise reverberated through the air. The gulls scattered away from the shores. They would return later...to feast upon the corpse at my feet.
The trail of a fired round expelled from my pistol. I pointed my pistol at the body. I then fired again.
Then I fired again.
BANG!
Then again.
BANG!
And again.
BANG!
And again.
BANG!
And again.
BANG!
And again.
The shores rang alive with rounds from my pistol. I would be surprised if anyone could even remember what this bastard looked like. He was riddled with more holes than any fancy cheese I might have seen.
Ellen watched me, my mother watched me, the crew that Ellen hired watched me, and all the eyes on the pier watched me as I fired into the corpse until I heard the sound of empty chambers in my gun. "Pity, I hoped to save the birds the trouble of having to tear your body apart to feast on you. I appreciate you giving me the chance," I said.
I stepped over the body and pocketed my pistol away. As I walked past Ellen, I turned to her. "Now all of the treasure and this ship are mine. Enjoy your returning funds," I said. Sothshore looked at me and then looked back at the body of the man I had killed.
"You really are a crazy bastard, Sir," Ellen said. I turned my head and the smile on Sothshore's face made me bring forth my own. I continued to walk up the boarding planks that connected the ship to the docks.
After what felt like an eternity for myself, I stepped back onto a ship deck. It was firm, but I could feel the hands of the sea keep us afloat. I could feel the way the ship moved bit by bit under the tiny crashing waves.
I noticed the men who had laughed at me. They took steps back from me. It was a rather wise course of action. "Continue working if you don't want to end up like him," I said.
I have no doubt that some of them still wanted to protest, but none of them would be able to draw a pistol faster than myself. A rune for improving my speed helped with such a thing.
Unfortunately, it seemed there were still those who hold too much ambition for their own good.
"HA! A still target is easy for even a newborn babe to hit! I'm a pretty fast guy! Let's see you try and shoot me, you damn brat!" a rather small, yet thin man claimed. Between his teeth was a blade. Between his hands were more blades. He held the stature of a thief through and through.
He dashed toward me at a speed that I found not that impressive. True, he was fast, but after the many journeys I've been on, it's hard for any single mortal to impress me. I applaud the attempt however.
Before the crew member made it even halfway to me, an arrow punctured his neck and ferried his soul to the afterlife. His body dropped to the ground. A sigh expelled from my lips when his blood stained the deck. Still, I now see that Maeloson and Aesteal have not been idle in their archery practice.
"Sorry for being late, Sir. Maeloson couldn't stand the fact that I was one gull over him," Aesteal said.
"You stole mine and you know it," Maeloson argued.
The elves stepped onto the boat as well. They continued their bickering of who had gotten how ever many gulls killed that they hunted. This only happened for a moment longer until they decided to begrudgingly accept that this was just another piece of history in their lives that they would never see eye to eye on.
Maeloson and Aesteal took their place at my side. "The sun will reach its zenith, Sir. Should we not begin sailing now?" The male elf asked me.
I took a brief journey to the stairs which led up to the ship's helm. I took a brief seat. "Unfortunately not. Seems my crew plans to mutiny before we even leave the shores of Draegnar," I said.
"Then just leave them here. It's fewer mouths to feed on the voyage," Maeloson replied.
Should it ever be a wonder as to why elves are considered one of the most intelligent races that walk this planet?
"Hmm, perhaps you be right, Maeloson. What say you, Ellen? You were in charge of the recruitment after all," I said.
Ellen seemed rather surprised that I decided to include her in my decision. Nevertheless, true to form, her business-like aura surrounded her body and she became the tough woman that I had always fantasized about. "It's your voyage. What do I care if you leave them on the pier? You need only watch your voyage of the owner's original crew. Once they find him dead, they will pursue us" she said.
I gave a hearty laugh to her words. How so very true she could be. I turned back to the remaining crew members. They each looked at me with anger. Though, there were others I could see that some form of respect was beginning to show itself.
I intertwined my fingers and shrugged. "Well, whatever. If you be finding your path diverging towards another sea, then I won't be stopping you. Out with the lot of you that leave,"
The tension seemed to dissipate as those who had begun holding their breath released them. "Not like we were going to stay here anyway. I might be willing to risk my life for coin and fame, but I'm not risking it for a shitty brat like you. Time to grab my shit and get off this damn boat," a man of portly build said. Others seemed to quickly echo his sentiments.
However, they would all be in for a rude awakening.
My mother and Ellen pointed their pistols to the air and fired. The ringing noise startled everyone in front of me. They looked back at me. I do wonder what would go through their minds when they see four pistols and two bows with arrows at the ready pointing at them.
"What the...,"
"I said you can get off my ship. I didn't mention your possessions as well. Those are mine now. If you don't like it, you're more than willing to go get them. I be not so sure that you'll make it off this ship with them though. However, free choice is every person's right. I only implore you lot to be making the right one," I threatened.
Of course, known only to me, my threat was rather half-assed. My mother had only recently begun handling a firearm again. I have no doubt that some could have evaded her if they wished. Ellen was a damn good shot, but she much preferred the tavern brawls to the shooting ranges. The only real validity of my threat had been Maeloson and Aesteal. The death of the thief prior had been enough evidence to scare anyone. I suppose this crew of about two-hundred men and women could have just rushed the door together, but it would make them all relatively easy targets with the chaos. They could have just rushed us as well, but...I naturally had an answer to that.
By the end of this little spectacle, five more people wound up dead on my ship. After that, twenty others walked off the boat. Expressions of anger and rage burned their way towards me, but what could these Draegnar slugs do? Most of them were not warriors. They were the poor and common folk looking to find a treasure which could elevate their current status, but...they were not the risk-takers. They were the sheep that grazed only on grass that they can reach. They do not go for what is out of their view.
I was left with about a hundred and sixty men and women. These people either stayed for one of three reasons. They were either scared of me, scared of completely losing their precious things, or...they decided that risking their petty lives on the tiniest grain of hope that they had in me was better than living like they already were. I don't hate such people.
"So I take it that no one else wishes to leave? If you change your mind while we be at sea, then I don't mind making you lot walk the plank! We be of one mind?" I asked them.
I'm sure none of them saw me as a true captain. I did not care otherwise. Most of this crew would either be dead or leaving when the journey was over. All I needed was for them to maintain the ship, and all they needed was a voice to navigate them in the right direction.
"Aye, Captain! We be of one mind!" They said. Once they said this, I tasked the ladies and Maeloson to lower their weapons. Naturally, I gave them the order to make any runner into a meal for the sharks if the situation arose.
Just as workers began moving more crates aboard the ship, I felt a surge of magical essence arrive onto the pier. What followed were murmurs from the sailors below. I was made aware that the last piece of my voyage had arrived.
"Hmm, to acquire a ship of this magnitude in such a short amount of time. You continue to impress, Eric,"
I turned my head and noticed the graceful Liara Ilzahold step onto my ship. As soon as she arrived, it was as if a wicked spell had been placed over my crew. The eyes of men and women were captivated by her beauty. The raunchy comments that my mother and Ellen endured couldn't even find their way out of the lips of these fools who had drank in her appearance. Their thoughts be not so difficult to decipher. How could such a vision of such allure and mystery be on the island and they not know about it?
And, true to form, Liara soaked up their appreciation for her appearance like a sea sponge. Naturally, she spared none of them a glance, but it seemed to be some mysterious line between taking what they were giving her and giving them what they wanted which was to see the continued image of beauty that was Ilzahold. By ignoring them, she allowed them to continue to wrap their feeble minds around her existence.
As she stepped forward, Liara locked eyes with Ellen. The two most powerful forces on Draegnar, save myself, stood close to each other. As a man, the mystery of women is still lost on me. There seemed to be some...underlying tension between the two that I could not figure out.
"Sothshore,"
"Witch,"
If I decided to unsheath the cutlass that was attached to my coat, I be wondering if I could slice through this increasing divide that these two seemed to be creating. Naturally, I was ready to intervene, but it seemed that I didn't need to. Instead, the two ladies decided to focus their individual attention to other things.
After Liara came Diane Burnwood and Goron, the big lug that probably provided most of the heavy labor. Once they were on, I decided to address Liara's previous statement.
"You be honoring me with your words, Liara. Your quarters be up the stairs," I said.
The Witch of Draegnar brushed a piece of hair from the corner of her eye when she looked to where I had pointed. She then gave me a rather mysterious smile. "Very convenient for it to be right next to the captain's quarters. How hospitable of you. I'll take them. Diane, Goron, come and help me set up. We have much to prepare for," Liara said.
Both followed her up the stairs, but Diane was the only one to give me a glare. Honestly, you give someone a prized noble family's pistol and there be no gratitude.
"So that is the Witch of Draegnar. A mighty presence she commands. Magic swirls around her as if she were its progenitor," Aesteal observed.
"Yes, there is a boundless strength inside of her body. It actually reminds me of the first time I laid eyes upon you, Sir," Maeloson told me. I have to say that I wasn't entirely surprised to hear that. I couldn't begin to understand the depths of Liara's mana pool. That was like dropping a coin into the ocean and expecting to see it resting at the very bottom of a dark abyss. It is maddening to all who try.
Admittedly, I don't know what strength they might have seen. Well, the abilities that made up my being were vastly different to Liara's. As far as I knew, my ability to command the tides did not revolve around magic. There was no need for me to "ask" the spirit of the waters to grant me its power. I merely took it as I did with anything else that I wanted. If Maeloson was complimenting me, then I would just take the praise either way.
After another twenty minutes, the last of the crates was piled into the ship. The crew that I was left with gathered upon the main deck of the ship. I stared down upon them from the upper deck. At my side stood my mother, Ellen, Maeloson, Aesteal, and Liara.
"The spirits of the wind be with us, Sir," the female elf said.
"The magic array has also been cast," Liara told me.
"I've got a lot riding on you, Sir. For your sake, I hope your confidence isn't the abyss," Ellen spoke.
I stared out into the open seas. I stared out into my kingdom. I stared out...into the world that I belonged to. I stared out into the start of reclaiming what had been mine! The sea on my nose and tongue, I raised my sword.
"Weight anchor and set sail, you scurvy dogs! Set sail into the open waters! Sail for greater fame and fortune!" I hollered.
"AYE AYE CAPTAIN!" A chorus from my temporary crew resounded in my ears. I heard the seas splash when the anchor was released from them. I saw men untie the sails of the mainmast and the second mast.
Everyone moved as if they had been doing this for years. The helmsman took the wheel and turned the boat. The wind began to carry us and I gently moved the waves beneath the ship to guide us from the sandy shores of Draegnar.
The sea air blew through my hair. The sun was hot on my face. Adventures laid their taste upon my tongue. The shores of Draegnar grew smaller and smaller. The maze of broken ships turned into merchant stalls and homes began to fade away from my view. Though the means were not fully what I had planned, it did not change the fact that I had my own ship.
"Where be our destination, Captain? I'd rather you speak quickly before we find ourselves colliding with jagged rocks and unholy sea creatures," the helmsman said.
I didn't even need a map to remember the location. "We head for the Seas of Fiolomir. Sail towards the southeast," I said.
"Captain, the land of Fiolomir is currently in the midst of a war. Fleets be common in that area," he said.
"I will take care of them. You only need to focus on what you need to do," I replied. The helmsman gave me a rather odd look, but he quickly decided to keep his mouth shut. It was good on him because he obviously knew the consequences of pushing my buttons more than they were today.
I turned around and headed for the door that would be my quarters. "Maeloson, Aesteal, both you elves to my quarters. Ellen, you will be the Quartermaster. Sort out that lot until I return," I said. Ellen grumbled beneath her breath.
"Fine," she said.
"Fine...what?"
"Fine, Sir," she replied.
A chuckle from Liara made Ellen grit her teeth in annoyance, but the Witch pursued no greater animosity. Instead, she headed for her own quarters while Maeloson and Aesteal walked with me to mine. Before we entered, I walked over to my mother. She was resting on the wooden railing at the ship's starboard.
I placed a hand on her shoulder. "And I expect you to visit my quarters when the moon replaces the sun, mother. There are things which must be discussed," I told her. I had the satisfaction of seeing a small tint of rose color on her cheeks.
"Yes, Eric." she said. I admit, I couldn't tell if this rose tint was a blush or her restricted temper. Either way, it turned me on greatly, especially when I think back to our home on the island.
With that little tidbit finished, I guided the elves into my new Captain's Quarters. I pushed open the door and it swung with a modest creak. As I stepped inside, I was rather amazed with the decor. Naturally, it was unwashed garbage compared to the quarters that I had in my previous life but, for being my first ship, they weren't too bad.
Windows of rare glass were surrounded by the ship's wood. It's design allowed for easy access to the sea with but a simple push to each window. Then, next to those windows rested my bed. A pillow, a mattress, and sheets of woven cotton. The cotton isn't the most high-quality I have ever seen or felt, but for a life at sea it is enough.
Next to the bed is a study desk and chair made of even finer wood than the ship is made of. Two glasses fit for a night of drinking rest atop the desk. Candles just waiting to be lit were rested upon it. Adjacent to that was a wide drawer for my clothes.
From there, I noticed a table that was most likely just a place for the former captain of this ship to either discuss things with the capable members of his crew or a place to ease his mind from the day. I do not find much to complain about.
Maeloson and Aesteal entered my quarters. The door closed behind them. "You asked for us, Sir?" Aesteal asked.
I did not answer her immediately. Instead, I took off the bag I had been holding which contained the supplies that my mother and I had packed from the house. "Aye. Though you be a part of my crew on a trial period, I be not so heartless as to not provide you with proper resources," I claimed.
I opened the bag and retrieved their folded clothes that I had spent the majority of last night sewing. "Here. Wear these when you return to your rooms. Do not mention them to any other crew member. We are not prepared for such sewing to be known yet," I told them.
"I did not think you knew how to sew, Sir," Maeloson told me.
"Prove yourselves to me and there will be more that you will learn about me." I returned. I then proceeded to toss them both their attire that I had bundled up. It did not take the elves long to look at me in utter bewilderment. Most specifically, Maeloson looked at me suspiciously.
"Who are you? No one your age should be capable of Rune Sewing," he said.
"Maeloson, mind your tone. Sir is still the captain of the ship. However, I am inclined to agree with the same sentiments," Aesteal said.
The two removed the ropes which had fastened the clothes together. These be not high quality garments and a shudder runs through my boots at having to rune sew on the new clothes I give them if they prove competent crew members.
"Each rune be tailor-made to the abilities of elves. I picked for you common ones, but should you prove yourselves then I do not mind crafting stronger runes to aid you," I told them.
They stared at their new clothes for a bit longer than I had imagined they would. They looked like they wanted to address concerns to me, but I had no way of knowing what they wanted until they asked.
Maeloson was the one to break the silence. "Sir, if you wished to head to the southeast. There are many ways to head that way that do not require Fiolomir. Why...would you choose there?"
This question surprised me for two reasons. One, Fiolomir is not known to bear any elven lands. The magic there is wild and the people there are wilder. True elven colonies lay towards the North. Maeloson's, and I presume Aesteal's, curiosity to this destination threw me off. Of course, I can't say elves don't exist there. They are just not very common.
The second reason this surprised me was because I could see unease in their eyes. As I said previously, I believe myself to be a fair judge of character. As I also stated previously, the fact that my entire crew betrayed me is not lost on me. I don't know why these two feel anxious about Fiolomir, but I decided to answer honestly.
I don't know why I decided to answer them honestly. I had only known them for two or three weeks. I was also their Captain. I didn't owe them an explanation for the courses that I took, but...I did so anyway.
"We're not staying there long. Beneath the Fiolomir waters lies a beast that I desire to get my hands on. Inside its body lies a material that will aid us when we reach the shores of the Delverhold," I told them.
Their eyes seemed to widen as if the candles that represent their minds had been lit aflame. "You're not talking about Kavtha, the water golem, are you? It's considered a respected deity to all of Fiolomir. They would never let us even get close to it," Aesteal told me.
That was indeed what I was going to Fiolomir for. "And why should I be caring about what they do and don't want? I want and need it, so I'm going to take it. Now both of you can stop acting like you've seen death already. I don't plan to fight it...unless it denies me what I want. If the opposing armies of Fiolomir get in my way, then I'll sink them all beneath the crashing tides," I told them.
It did not take them both long to exactly remember what I was capable of. Sure, I had not showcased the fullest extent of my abilities, but they obviously knew enough.
They both fell into silence once again. I could still see that they seemed to want to tell me something, but their tongues were stayed for whatever reason. "If that is all then you're free to leave. Aesteal, you will be in the Crow's Nest until nightfall," I told her.
"Yes sir," she said. Then they both left without another word. For the rest of the voyage that day, I gained restless thoughts about what they could have wanted to tell me.
I would not call Maeloson and Aesteal my friends, but we were not strangers either. It was also not adequate to say that we were mere acquaintances either. They lived in my house with my mother and I for the previous two weeks before this voyage. They had both done what I told them to. Some of this was met with trepidation, but they performed duties that I required regardless of their personal issues. I still don't know why two elves would wish to become a part of a pirate crew, but I would aim to find out.
"OH There goes Ms. Sea Blue!
I see her waving strong.
We sail all day.
We sail all night
To greater shores on high!
HEYA! HEYA!
Thar' she blows
She be blowing at me!
I see the town.
She goes up and down.
OH, Ms. Sea Blue! Where will you take me now?"
As Maeloson and Aesteal left, I heard the songs of some old shantie from the lips of my crew. If I was honest, I did not think I would hear them so early into the journey. Then again, sea travel can be rather tedious and boring for some if there isn't much to do.
Unfortunately for my temporary crew, this shantie does not fill me with too much joy. In fact, it makes me frown. It makes me clench my fists. It...makes me angry. It reminds me...of the times I thought were only for my crew and I. It reminds me of the hearty laughs, I felt, we used to share. I remember the men singing in their stupid, cough-ridden voices while my beloved and I danced with hearty steps. Now I wonder, how much of tht was real? Or...was it even real to begin with?
Though I feel unhappy with it, I do not stop my crew from singing. I have put them through enough, and as long as they get their work done, I can put up with it.
From day until night, they sing shanties or play cards. I know because Ellen notified me of their work status at least twice. I stayed in my quarters for the remainder of the day. I be not ashamed to say that I fell asleep on the bed for a few hours. Last night had still weighed on me heavily. By the time I woke up, the sky outside my window had darkened.
With my body rested, I decided to begin two separate journals. One was for the memories from Liara that had been transferred to me of what I could remember. The second was...for the list of names of each of my crew members of old. They would all get what was coming to them!
My work was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Enter," I said. I turned around in my chair to see Ellen coming before me bearing gifts of food, bread, wine, and cheese.
"Your dinner," she said to me.
"Thank you," I replied. She set the food on my table and snorted.
"I did not think you had the skills to read and write such arcane literature," She responded. I noticed her eyes lingered on my first journal for longer than what was necessary to complete her duties.
"One does not casually meet with the Witch of Draegnar without some knowledge into the mystic shit that mages use," I told her.
"Good to see at least one of us can bargain with that damn witch pretty well, even if it is a bastard like you, Sir. The many dealings I've had with that bitch makes me wish I could understand this shit too," Ellen said.
Suddenly, a mischievous thought ran through my mind while I ate. "Well, this be a rather long voyage. I wouldn't mind teaching the bit of this subject that I know," I told her. She then responded to me with a skeptical look. A frown then appeared on her face.
"Do these lessons involve you shoving your cock down my throat again?" she asked. Though she was right to assume that I wanted something, I still gave her ass a hard smack for the attitude.
"I could make you swab the deck too," I told her. A brief expression of annoyance passed her face, but I pretended to not notice.
"Sorry, sir," she apologized.
"Good. Now then, I wasn't planning on receiving one of your amazing blowjobs tonight. Come, keep me company while I feast. A meal without company is a dull experience, but a meal with a beautiful, yet dangerous lass be even greater," I complimented. I then pulled out my chair and patted my legs. Sothshore stared at them for a time before she sucked her teeth.
Ellen turned her bountiful ass towards me and sat upon my thighs. "I want to shoot you very badly, Sir," she told me. I laughed.
"I want to shoot you too, Ellen. Once this voyage reaches its conclusion, I'll be looking forward to shooting a lot into you," I said. I heard her take in a sharp breath, but she did not respond. She picked up my first journal and began reading it.
Meanwhile, I started eating my food. I think it be safe to say, but the way she squirmed on my legs quickly aroused my cock until it bulged my pants and pressed against her inner thigh. If she felt it, then she didn't comment on it. I was of the same boat, but I held my surprise when I felt her begin rubbing my erection more attentively. The friction between my pants, my erection, and her warm thighs silently drove me mad. I dare think she was aware of it too.
"Keep this up and I just might not wait until the voyage is over," I warned her.
In spite of my warning, Ellen continued to ride me even harder than before. Every bite of my food, I found it with a difficult chew and swallow. "Will you be quiet? I'm trying to make sense of this magic bullshit that you have written down. I never had to deal in detail with this shit when I drove my...b-b-b-usinesssssssssss!"
Ellen clenched her teeth and her grip upon my journal tightened when I grabbed her shirt-covered breasts and squeezed them as hard as I could. "Mmm, I like it when you talk back to me. It makes me want to savor you even more. It makes me want to tear these clothes from your body and fuck you like the slut I know you are!" I said.
I forewent the subtlety of our game and began to undo my pants. I pulled them down, drawers and all, which revealed my erect cock. I then sat back in my chair and pulled Ellen on top of me. Then, I began to trust my cock between her thighs.
"How am I...supposed to...read...like...this?!" she asked as I savored the creamy texture of her skin. No doubt the dry pounding I was giving her was not making it easy on her, but I hardly cared.
"Make do!" I returned. I did not slow my pace. Instead, I began using her legs and thighs as a personal cocksleeve for my own pleasure. The feel of her skin against mine, the way the muscles which supported her legs grinded against my erection, and the small huffing gasps from her breath, were all contributing factors that made me drown out my ship. I was swimming in a sea of euphoria as the electrcity of my nerves released the chemicals for excitement into my brain.
By the time I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Ellen was no longer reading my journal. Instead, her hips began granting me a firmer hold of her body which allowed me to thrust much easier between her lovely bridges. "Ugh...ooooh...fuckin' shiiiiiit...guuuuuuuh!" she grunted and moaned as I wondered whether I was thrusting my cock through her legs or whether she was bouncing against it. Her hands rested on my knees as from the corner of her face, I could see just how flushed her face had become.
I raised my hand and then...
SMACK!
"UGH!" Ellen threw her head back as the crack of my hand against her butt violently rang through the air.
"Who told you to stop reading? Unless my journal bores you," I said.
"How can I...concentrate with...ermmmm...you...thrusting...uggghhhhh fuck...into my legs and crotch like this?" she asked me.
I quickly responded by grabbing her shirt and ripping it open. The only thing which separated her bare breasts from me was her undergarments, but I didn't remove those. Every man holds a strong sense of lust for the underclothes of a fair lass. "Members of my crew best be multi-talented. Show me you can keep your focus! If you can't, I'll punish you!" I teased her.
Her panting breath, her erect nipples, and the increasing warmth of her thighs, she tried to ignore them all as she reached back for the book. With some fumbling, she returned to the page that she had been reading.
"Read it...to me. It doesn't...matter if the words be too...difficult. I wish to hear your voice while I fuck these thighs of yours!"
"You really...are a bastard, Sir!" she told me. Nevertheless, she held up the book and began reciting what I wanted her to.
"X-X-Xian...Slucaaaaaathric...ugh...ahhh...A-A-Abalizaremith...Soxuvia...Cathebalire...D-D-emashethe," she moaned. Her hot voice and her stuttering only fueled the dark lusts controlled by my hardened pistol.
I slipped my hands from her waist and into her undergarment. Now, nothing separated her breasts from me. I fondled them like two balls of squishy clay. The fountain of her pussy began to trail down her legs. It slathered my cock like fine oils and its scent drove me to intoxication. My arousal began to leak out from the tip of my penis. Between her juices and mine, her legs became as slippery as a water serpent.
I could not begin to count the minutes that rolled by as my fingertips teased her nipples. "Carithovia...d-d-d-dafal...vorathius...asceclio...Mmmmmm," I couldn't take it. I swear there is something about Sothshore that could make me try to fuck her in the middle of a flaming volcano if I were given the opportunity. I cut off her speech by turning her head and dominating her lips with mine.
The kiss we shared was so hot and filled with passion that I'm sure even those stuffy monastery eunuchs would have felt some excitement watching us if they saw. Her tongue swirled with mine, but I could distinctly make out her vain attempts to speak the words that she remembered from the book.
While we locked lips and swapped spit, I took her free hand that wasn't holding the book down to my erection. Her fingers teased the bulbous head and she began rotating her palm like a master craftsman. So much pleasure was upon me that I couldn't tell if I was aroused by her thighs, her mouth, her hands, or her breasts. What I did know was that I could feel the cum in my balls sailing up the pathway of my dick.
We both separated from our kiss for a moment which allowed me to moan and grunt like a beast. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum over your pretty little legs, you Draegnar slut!" I said.
"X-Xiarat...hiaaaaa FUUUUUUUUCK!"
We both groaned aloud as our respective orgasm shuddered through our bodies. I could feel the sticky ropes of my semen drench her thighs like butter on bread. I could feel the greatest flood of her orgasm coat my cock in warm juice.
We both panted as we exhaled. Sweat from our bodies began to pour down. "Understand magic a bit better now?" I asked.
"NO! But it was at least a better lesson than most," she said through her huffs. A bit uncommon of me, but I kissed her cheek as an ending to this little game. She looked at me strangely, but thankfully she didn't pursue the matter. Instead, she looked at her legs coated in the semen from our exercise.
She growled a bit, but then sighed. "Can I get the hell out of here now? I need to wash this shit off. At least the witch claimed she had a way to turn the sea into suitable bathwater. I have the feeling you're going to be the cause of many baths for me, Sir," she said, which got a laugh from me.
"Before you take your brief bath, fetch me my mother," I told her.
"I can't take a shower first?"
"No. You're going to go to my mother smelling like a freshly fucked woman. Oh, don't wipe the cum off either," I said.
Ellen trembled in front of me. I'm pretty sure it was out of anger. "I hate you, Sir," she said.
"Hate and love be the same coin, Ellen,"
Sothshore left with a slam of my door. It wasn't too long before I heard whistles and howls from my crew outside. It made me smile.
In time, there came another knock on my door. "Enter," I said.
The door opened and my mother, Ira Drakclaw, walked through. "You...asked for me, Eric? I remembered you wanted me to come by later, but I assumed it to be when the crew was asleep. I also saw...your handiwork with Ellen. Did not think I'd ever see her so angry," she said.
She then took notice that...I had not covered up my lower regions. Her eyes stared at my flaccid cock, but just looking at her was enough to spring it to life again. I think she tried to look elsewhere, but her eyes failed her. She kept returning back to my length like a snake to a charmer.
"It doesn't bite, you know," I told her.
She turned her head away again.
"Shut up. If anything I've been the one biting it over the weeks," she fired back at me. That made me smile.
I stood up and pulled my pants up. I then walked over to my bed and sat on it. "Come sit with me," I offered. I think my mother noticed that this was not an order.
"Can you at least put your cock away?" she asked. A silly me, how could I have forgotten about the open fly?
"No, because this is something we be needing to discuss tonight. Upon this voyage, two things will occur. Either this will be a voyage that will make our crew blush from day until night, or this will be a voyage filled with steel and fire between a mother and her son. You and I will decide that right now," I told her.
My mother seemed...rather surprised by my immediate declaration and lack of conversational subtlety. In my mind, there be no need for small talk. We were both adults and we both sail the ships of our own destiny. I had given her as much time as I felt she needed. I desired her as a man desires a woman and I knew she was beginning to desire the same thing.
"Well, if nothing else, you've got the captain's sea legs down pat. I figured we were going to have this talk eventually," my mother said. She then took a seat next to me, but this was not how I wanted us.
Instead, I grabbed her arm and pulled her with me until we laid against the wooden frames which held the glass windows. I held her in my arms. I think we were both aware that my cock was pressed firmly between the cheeks of her ass, but the strange feeling of warmth made it not so unbearable. It might be pathetic of me as a man, but...I do not recall the time I ever held my beloved like this.
"What stays your resolve mother? You would be blind as an old croon if you did not see that I would want to hear you sing the wondrous tunes of a woman over the sea. What makes you fear me?" I asked her.
My mother made a mocking sound with her lips. "One time I was ever afraid of you and it was before you wrestled control of our house from me. I have not been afraid of you since then. Angry and upset, yes, but not afraid," she said. My mother is not known for her...loving nature, but she leaned her cheek against my own. She then began speaking.
"Yeah, I could tell you wanted to fuck me. To be honest, I'm surprised we haven't all around the house. You've basically done everything else that priests would bathe us in divine waters for anyway. What made you wait until now?" she asked.
I stretched my back for a moment before answering. "Well, your body was hardly in the proper shape to be enjoyed fully. Additionally, no matter what I do or say, I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. A man who holds no respect for his own mother be a rat that is only fit to be crushed beneath a leather boot," I answered.
"So me sucking your cock was dandy, but fucking me with it wasn't?" she asked. We both laughed. She had a rather lovely laugh, I found. In my previous life, I think she only ever laughed a handful of times. Knowing what I know now, I can see why there wouldn't be many things to laugh about.
"A point you do have, but there were reasons of my own for that. One, I am the one who decides what is wrong and right between us. If I want to fuck you up, down, port, starboard, in front of the crew, alone in my quarters, or even in front of royalty, then it's right. Anyone who says otherwise is saying to the barrel of my pistol," I told her.
She didn't reply to me.
"Second, unlike Dorin and Zahi, I wanted you for more than just some cheap pleasure. Such is why I respect you as well. You...thought to take your own life. Thus, you be not satisfied with our life nor your body. I have changed them both. Look at us. Your son be the captain of a temporary crew sailing for grand fame and treasure, and you hold a body that turns both pants and skirts. You're a sexy jewel of the sea," I reminded her.
"And third?" she asked, her breath restless.
This time, I wrapped my arms around her until they completed a circle. "A man's first time be not so emotional as a woman's, but...if a man holds a woman to her true worth, then she and no other should ascend him into adulthood. For me, none be more qualified than you, mother," I said. Well, if we wish to count the seeds on bread, then I was still a virgin. If the time adds up well, then I was set to lose my virginity in a year or so. Obviously, that was not going to happen now.
"You haven't been with a woman yet?" she asked me.
"Even a bastard longs for nights of emotional attachment as well, and there be no greater bastard than I," was my response to her question.
My mother remained silent for a long while. In that time, I decided to jest with her a little by lightly humping the cheeks of her ass. Only the huffs of her labored breath told me she was still living. "And what if it's not right to me?" she asked.
"Who does this body belong to?" I asked her immediately.
No answer.
I leaned my head on her shoulder and pressed my lips against her neckline. "Eric...," she gasped.
"Tell me, mother. The sea life could not have taken hold so quickly that you forgot this morning in the bathroom. Who does this body belong to?" I asked again. I followed with a kiss to her shoulder blade. I could feel her heart beating in my arms.
"You, Eric,"
"Say it again,"
"It's your body, Eric, but I...,"
"Shhhh, say yes," I whispered into her right ear. I blew my words like a magical spell. They informed her that this was not about silly worldviews or even something as simple as a restrictive moral compass. This...was just us.
She turned her head to mine. Her eyes must have searched mine for any hint of remorse. If that was what she was hoping for, then she would have been disappointed. I don't think this to be the case because she pushed her lips to mine and closed her eyes. I felt her turn her body even deeper into my embrace while one of her hands brushed my cheek.
I closed my eyes as well. As this was the first of many, I decided that I would hold on too many demands this once. Instead, I treasured the otherworldly feeling of my mother's tongue striking and wrapping around mine. With my hands, I began massaging her warm back. A pleasant moan escaped her lips into mine, but she allowed me to memorize her form as intimately as my father had done.
I was then surprised at her assertiveness when she rubbed my girth with her tender palm. My lips pursed and my face tightened. Her touch was like hot, smooth coal. Up and down it rubbed like it was attempting to soothe the lustful beast which laid below. It be obvious that this was a heavenly touch that I desired.
I was not idle either. While we continued our kiss, my hands trailed from her waist and to her firm posterior. I loved the shiver that ran through her body. Our kiss was broken by her moan into my room.
"For a virgin, you handle yourself rather well. I take it you've come to enjoy Sothshore in the times that we're not together?" she asked me.
"They be lessons well learned, mother, but I've come to learn some things on my own," I said.
Before she could fathom what I meant, I placed one more kiss to her lips. I then slowly pushed her until her back rested on my sheets. Her face was flushed and I'm sure mine was as well. My breath was heavy and my chest was beating. This act which the entire world would damn me to the flames of the abyss for performing stirred me with great vigor.
I laid my body on top of my mother's. Her breasts and hardened nipples crashed into my chest. However, kissing was not all that I desired tonight. It was not all she desired either because she laid her hands at my waist. The pants that I had only recently pulled up were now being unbuckled.
Once my pants were loosened, my mother grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. I hated that in order to remove it, we were required to separate. But as soon as my shirt was off and my bare chest was exposed, I sought my mother again like a man dying for his lost love.
Our hands roamed everywhere that they could touch. She explored my body that she had helped create. Our forbidden lust for each other ran unabated through my quarters. The aroma of uninhibited sex became a powerful stimulant for us both.
Just as my mother had done for me, I began to unbutton her shirt as well. Each snap was like a trying knot to my patience, but the reward is so much sweeter when the shovel meets the sand and digs up the earth for it.
My patience was rewarded with black silk undergarments that...I did not remember buying for my mother. I was not complaining, but I looked at her. She looked at me and the embarrassment on her face told me the story.
"Hmmm, so my mother was planning on this happening?" I asked.
"Shut up! I wasn't planning anything. I just...assumed it would happen eventually, though not on the first day," she said to me.
I chuckled as I brushed a piece of hair from the side of her face. "Are you disappointed?" I followed to her statement.
She looked at me again. Then, she tenderly rubbed my arms. "If I was, then I would not be here wrestling tongues with my bastard son," she replied. I agreed. So, without any further hesitation, I began to kiss from her lips and down to her neck. My hands took in the same of her breasts. Her nipples poked against the nerves of my palms like tiny erotic seedlings.
"Uhhhh...haaaa...are you really untouched by a woman, Eric? It...ahhhh...feels good!" My mother exclaimed. Of course my mother had no way of knowing that while this body had never known the experience of true sexual pleasures, my mind had lived them too many days to count. I could grant her pleasure greater than any man before her, including my bastard of a father.
"You taste splendid mother. A wonderful fruit that gives nourishment to a withered man," I said. I continued to lick and suck parts of her body. Her neck, her shoulders, her arms, all of her upper body was my playing ground and her voice was my reward for my efforts.
"Ahh, yes. Yes, Eric! Ugh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Your tongue might be the downfall of many bitches if you reign free," she panted. I rolled her breasts around in my hands. Her arms entangled my back. Her legs squirmed beneath mine. Her mouth, oh seas her mouth, kissed and licked the side of my face wantonly.
"Bitches will have to wait. I tend to a queen of the seas this night," I countered. I then grabbed my mother's bra and lifted it up. Her breasts bounced out in front of my eyes. The swollen nips of her flesh took hold of my gaze. My cock lurched up and down at this sight. My breath grew restless. Sweat poured from my brow.
My mother must have taken my admiration of her bounty as hesitation because she wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me close. "You were a horny bastard even as a babe. There was never enough milk to sate you when I nursed you. You would suck and suck even when I tried to pull you off. I dare not count the times I had to retire to my bedroom after I put you to sleep from that mouth of yours. Now, it returns many years later, not for nursing, but for returning pleasure," she said.
"And so it will all the days that we sail together," I told her. I took her right nipple into my mouth and her fingers caressed my hair like they had done when I was but a small child.
"Ugh fuck! Yes! Suck mommy's nipples, you perverted motherfucker! Oooooh that feels good!" she complimented me.
I did not just suck her nipples. I swirled them with my tongue. Her skin tasted delectable. I could feast upon it for the rest of my life. "Ah, oooooh, Eric! Yes Eric! Suck them harder! These be yours now. AHHHHHH! No man shall touch them except you," she vowed.
Her vows drove me wild. Each of her jugs was slathered by my mouth. I playfully teased each nipple between my teeth while she moaned loud enough for any crew member to guess what we were doing. "Haaaa, yes mother. You're mine! These tits are mine! Everything on you is mine!" I claimed through desperate breaths.
"Yes! Yours! It's...aaaaaah...all...oooooooh...yours, ERIC!" she suddenly wailed. I groaned in fiery pleasure as her crotch started to hump my erection. The feeling of her silk, wet undergarments against my hard muscle sent electric spasms through my body.
My mother tore my lips from her breasts and heavily kissed me once again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waste. If not for her panties, then we would have already been committing one of the planet's most intimate taboos.
Our kiss was broken and she looked at me. She then pulled me down. Her lips came to my ear.
"Fuck me,"
Even for one such as myself who had no shortage of sexual experiences in my life, hearing my mother begging me for a fuck was enough to keep me hard for the rest of the night.
"Why? The night still be young. We can enjoy ourselves," I told her. Unfortunately for me, I was not expecting her next words.
"...Please, Sir. Let your mother be your first experience of a woman. Fuck me before I lose all reason," she claimed desperately.
Now that I held her in my arms, i could feel how much she was trembling. This was not fear or hesitation, but it was unbridled lust and desire. Though we had only just begun for the night, our sexual intimacy was too high for a slow pace that we desired.
"As you wish," I said.
I leaned back and grabbed the folds of her pants from her waist. I then pulled them down. She pulled her legs through the open holes and it wasn't long before I was graced with the sight of my mother's pussy. It was not completely shaven. Just a bit of hair rested just above it, but I could not mistake the smell of a prepared pussy from her.
Now, we both laid completely exposed to each other. I do not know why my heart was pounding. This was the same thing I had done that was as easy as drinking ale, but the look in my mother's eyes led me to feel like a childish knave.
I lined my cock with her pussy. Her heels rested on the cheeks of my ass. "Come on, virgin boy. What was the first lesson I taught you?" she asked me.
"No matter what you do, see it through to the end!" I stated. I didn't even give her a chance to respond. Instead, I plunged myself into her cunt with my cock.
"UGGGGGGGGGH!" She groaned as her face morphed into an expression of pleasurable shock. It was no different for me as well. The urge to cum was mighty from this one thrust. Her sleek, sloppy pussy was releasing shivers through my arms. The most taboo act that a parent and child could commit was crossed by us both. Seas, she felt divine!
I pulled my cock out and then shoved it back in. The jerks of my mother's body began to ride as her nails clawed at my backside. My hips pushed in and then pulled out. I...began fucking my mother.
"Oooooh! Eric yes! Fuck me! Oh god, your cock feels so good!" My mother yelled.
"Ugh! This a pussy no whore or brothel wench can hope to match! I would never wish to leave you!" I honestly told her. I could feel her grunting and undulating beneath me. Her cunt walls kept tightening and loosening around my pistol as if to give it a firm massage that would make me spill my load in moments.
The aroma of sex filled my quarters. If it was not the aroma that might have tipped someone off to what we were doing then it was the loud moans from my mother and I as we rocked my new bed like it would be our last.
"YES! Oh fuck yes! Eric, fuck your mother! Fuck me harder! Ooooooooh yessssssssss! For a virgin, you seem...ugh...better than...HAAAAAAA!...your father!"
"Don't you worry, mother! I'm gonna fuck you more than he ever did! A pussy like this deserves to have a cock in it every night!" I said. I do not know where the line of our love-making turned into a raunchy tavern orgy play, but something tells me that this is the Drakclaw way of love.
I fucked and fucked and fucked my mother. Her nails bled my back, but I did not care. My mouth pinched her nipples and her legs hooked themselves around my waist. Sweat poured from my face and I could see the sweat drip down from my mother's forehead. Our romping was enough to hear some cheers from outside.
"You hear that mother! Everyone knows you're getting fucked by your son right now!"
"Yesssss...OOOOH SEAS YES! Fucked by such a hard, virgin...COCK! Haaaaa...haaaaa...UGHHHHHHH!! Oh my SHIIIIIIT!" My mother wailed. I thought to silence her mouth with another kiss. So I did.
"Mmmmm! MMMMPH!" I could not say with my mother, but I knew that my head was swimming in the clouds above. It was as if thousands of soft pillows were wrapping around my body and producing shocks to each nerve in my brain.
"OOOOOOOH! I'm gonna cum! My son is gonna make me fucking cum all over his hard cock!"
No sooner had my mother said this did I feel my meat rod become soaked in the burning tide of her orgasm. It only made things easier for my cock to reach further inside her while my balls smacked themselves against the nape of her ass.
"Looks like I'm a pretty good virgin if I can make my mother cum. Not too many bastards can say the same. I plan on giving you a lot more," I said.
"Damn...UGH...right you are!" She returned.
Our love was a cornucopia of moans and pleasures. I grabbed my mother and switched our positions. She now straddled me and it didn't even take her a second to begin fucking my cock like we had been doing this for years. "Oh yes! Tell me, you fucker. Was this everything you ever dreamed of? Fucking your mother with this thick cannon of yours?" she asked me.
"Many a night, mother. Many a night, but I think you're forgetting something. It's not what I dreamed. It's what I want and am taking!" I told her. Her hips began slamming into my pelvis even faster. My declaration that her body was another receptacle for my pleasure, but my body was a physical manifestation of the pride that she could hold in her own body.
"Oh yes, mother. You look glorious riding my cock like that. I could watch this all day if my body allowed it," I told her.
"Oh you believe so, do you? Should I...take...that to mean...you're about to cum?" she asked.
I didn't reply to her question. Instead, I grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her like a madman. She threw her head back and her hands rested on my legs.
"OOOOOOOH YES! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! SHIT! OH, you fuck so damn good!" so she said. Her red hair swayed around her sweat-covered head while my muscles in my legs, thighs, and arms pulled in the work to bring her and myself the pleasure we desired.
It wasn't long before I felt the cum flowing from my balls and into the tube of my dick. I'm sure my mother felt it as well. "Oh seas! You're gonna cum! You're gonna cum inside your own mother! Your first fuck with a woman is gonna be you slamming your balls into me and cumming inside your mother!" she said.
Her declarations not just to me, but to my ship made me grit my teeth. Seas, I wanted it to last longer. "Is that what you want? You want me to cum inside you, mother?" I asked.
"FUCK YES! It's your body! Do what you want with it! Release the tide in those aching nuts deep into me! Oh Fuck, I'm gonna cum again just from the thought!"
I could not hold it for longer. Either I slammed my mother's hips down on my cock, or I slammed them upwards into her cunt, I could not tell which. All I knew was that I groaned like some rabid beast as I fired my cum deep into her waiting pussy.
"SHIIIIIIT!" My mother wailed as she came over my cock just as she had done before. I could feel rope after rope of my potent seed began clinging to the walls of her cunt. I'm sure I managed to fire some past her more delicate female parts and into her room that had birthed me.
I dropped to the bed and my mother dropped on top of me. We both tried to catch our breath as we laid in the afterglow of what we had just done. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I must be cursed," my mother said.
"You are nothing. I am the one who will bear the weight of whatever curse you think this is. All you have to do is bear the weight of my cock!" I said. I thrust it into her for emphasis.
"Ugh! I think I could negotiate a more favorable deal, Sir,"
My mother slipped my cock out of her pussy. She then faced it towards me and began swallowing my cunt-flavored dick. Meanwhile, I was allowed to enjoy the site of my cum oozing out of her pussy and onto my chest. Unlike most men, it doesn't disgust me to see my own essence. In fact...
I pulled my mother's rump to my face and began licking her swollen clit and the quivering labia just next to her entrance. "Ooooh, you eat pussy pretty damn well. You sure this is your first time?" she asked me.
"Who can say anymore?" I asked. I then heard the sound of her throat massaging my cock while I continued feasting on her pussy. I could taste the mixture of her juices and my cum entering my mouth. It offered a rather tangy and salty taste, but one that wasn't so displeasurable.
We were both quiet as we continued our oral pleasure of each other. Not so many raunchy words were spoken this time. In the end, I managed one more orgasm while my mother achieved two more due to my mouth and fingers. Once we were done, I opened up more windows to release the air of amazing sex that we just had.
I rested my head on my pillow while my mother laid over top of me. Her head came upon my chest tenderly. Our legs mingled together like those of a coupled man and woman. "We're going to meet the Xiathravor for this," she said. The Xianthravor was a Draegnar's folktale of a demon with two heads that devours those who break the taboos of the universe.
"It can try. I'll drown it just like the rest who stand against me," I said.
"Why do I feel like you've said those words before?" she asked me. I chose not to reply out of my own embarrassment that I indeed have uttered such bravado before, even if I could back it up now.
I draped my arm around her and pulled the sheets of my bed over our bodies. "I shall make you great, mother. Greater than any woman of the sea now or ever will be.
"A lofty promise, but...for once I find myself believing it like some naive lass. Look, I know I can be a lot to deal with, and I have been a right cunt to you, but...but I...I just want to tell you...,"
"Shhh, I know. There are not many things in the world that I truly love and hold dear. Even less are those I find trust in. You are both those things," I said. I kissed the top of her forehead. She did not respond. She merely closed her eyes and continued to lean on my chest.
"...I love you, Eric, my son," she said to me.
I closed my eyes and smiled. "Well, I would hope you do. Otherwise tomorrow be awkward for us and the crew," I retorted. I jumped when she pinched my thigh.
"Shut up and go to sleep, Sir. You ass," she fired at me. I laughed and pulled her up before exhaustion overtook both of us. As the ship sailed for greater waters, the waves rocked us both to a sea of dreams.