The smell of saltwater stings my nose. The creak of the ship's wood and the crashing of the outside waves hum into my ears. The sight of a content female graces my eyes. I do not remember the last time I felt this way. My bed warm, the sound of my lover's gentle breaths, the feeling of her in my arms, and our legs tangled like woven knots were all things that made me chuckle. I remember this feeling with Leah a couple of times, but...this brought greater joy to my salty heart.
I feel my mother's breath tickle the hairs on my arms. Her body unconsciously maneuvers itself to fit with mine like a puzzle piece. Her face glows brighter than I ever remember it being. I be filled with pride as a son. She is so beautiful.
I kiss the side of her cheek and she squirms rather blissfully. This kiss is then followed by a gentle touch of my hands over her warm arms. Up and down I send them as I seek to revisit the previous night of our activities.
"Mmm," she slowly moans in her sleep as I quietly continue my actions. I take her hand and slide it until it reaches my erection. Her palm squeezes it rather tenderly and then she begins to rub it like a man who holds a spear for the first time. Meanwhile, I savor the nape of her neck with my lips while my hands fondle her orbs like the wondrous bounty that they are.
"Ummm, ermmm," my mother's slow moans begin to grow stronger. I wonder what dream she's having to stroke me so tenderly, but I don't think I need to know.
Once I am fully erect, my cock became so hard it continued to brush against the lower end of my stomach.
Soon enough, I could control my lust no longer. I grabbed my cock and gently pushed it between my mother's legs. Whether the juices from last night or from now were the reason, I wasn't of the right mind to care when I slid my cock back into my mother's cunt once again with ease. Seas, it felt like I belonged here. The way her walls caressed and massaged my cock felt even better than last night. So good did she feel that I couldn't stop the sudden bucking of my hips.
"Uhhh uhhh mmmm, a lecherous beast of the sea assaults me so early. I don't find myself complaining though," my mother said rather drowsily.
"Had you complained, I'd have hushed you with a firm hand. Besides, this be the exchange for no early cocksucking. Now, let me enjoy this thoroughly fucked cunt some more before the waters decide otherwise," I told her.
In no time, my quarters were filled with my mother's luscious voice was again. The creaking of our bed flourished as my pelvis smacked against her ass over and over again. "Seas, mother! I could fuck you until the end of time if I were granted the energy," I said as my cock pistoned in and out of her like a hammer upon a flat board.
"It's....oooooh...your body, Eric! It's your body, Sir!" My mother claimed as she turned her head towards me and kissed me with no less passion than last night.
I took her into my arms and laid her back into the bed. Not even a minute passed after before I was lodged back into the womb that had birthed me. The arms of my mother, my woman, wrapped around my back. We kissed each other so vigorously that I bet even a priestess would blush upon our contact.
Once our lips separated, I bent down and my lips suckled on her swollen teets. Her unrestrained moans for me to continue were my reward for my effort. "Mmmm, you fuck so good, Eric. Almost makes me wish we have done this ages ago," My mother said between short breaths.
I answered her with a deep thrust that thoroughly slapped my nutsack against her ass. "As do I, mother, but such be an afterthought now. I plan for us to make up for lost time at. Every. Opportunity!" I said as I fucked her deep with each word to make her sure of my intentions.
"OOOOOOOOH YES! Your cock feels so damn good! Ram it into me, Eric,"
"Beg me. Beg me to fuck you until I cum inside you!" I ordered.
"Y-You cheeky shit! Please fuck me! Fuck all that potent cock milk into my cunt! Please fuck me until I cum, Eric!" she begged and pleaded.
I leaned into her ear. "That's Sir to you, wench," I whispered to her.
"Please fuck me, Sir!" she said loudly.
And fuck her I did. Minutes rolled by and my cock plunged in and out of her as hard as I could muster. Pleasure rolled around us like a warm blanket. For a woman who has not been with too many men, my mother held a pussy that could massage the cock even better than most of the other wenches I had conquered. A pattern of clenching and unclenching around the most sensitive spots of my cock was something I wasn't sure how she knew.
Nevertheless, the familiar sensation of an incredible orgasm came upon me and I shoved my cock deep inside my mother.
"FUCK!" I growled out as my cum flooded her womb again. The sensation must have been what she needed to orgasm as well because her legs wrapped around my hips and her body trembled. I was not sure if she shouted or not, the combined pleasure of my orgasm and the knowledge that it was my mother giving me this orgasm numbed my other senses.
All I know is we both fell to bed satisfied once again. We both were easily short of breath and I'm sure my room was now renewed with the smell of a good fuck.
"You be lucky this were not a dangerous couple of days for me. Your crew would be a bit larger by one of it were," she told me.
I laughed. "So what you be telling me is that I should fuck you twice as hard and twice as long if I wanted to see you swell beautifully?" I asked her. My mother looked at me with an expression that gave me none of her thoughts. She then looked up at the ceiling.
"If that's what you desire, Sir," she replied to me.
"You are allowed to say no," I offered. Of course, the idea of children especially for what I had in store for my life was so far into the future that I could not see it. Of course, in my previous life, I had one or two children. One doesn't have as much fun as I do and not end up with certain responsibilities down the line.
Most pirates are none too keen on keeping brats on their ship. I wasn't one of them. I loved my brats, even if I didn't necessarily love their mothers. I would have given my children the entire world had I the power, which I did. It now comes to my mind that the Liara of my time did not mention any of the descendants I had left. I tried scanning the memories of what I had access to but the only thing that came was a hollowed emptiness in the void of my mind.
I was stirred from my thoughts by the delicate taste of my mother's lips.
"I know, but it's your body after all," she said. She then proceeded to slip out of the bed and dress herself enough that she could no doubt go to Liara for a bath. I thought to toy with her a moment, but I decided not to do so. There would be plenty of time for a much later date.
Soon, the ship came alive with the sound of my crew. Boots knocked against sculpted wood and I took that as my cue to get out of bed as well. I dressed in my captain's robes and walked out the door.
The sun reached my face with such wrath that I needed a moment to adjust my gaze to its brilliance.
"Glad you could begin the day with us, Sir. I'm surprised you could even detach yourself from the poor soul that exited your chambers. She walked like an old croon in need of a beaten cane,"
Once my eyes adjusted, I noticed Ellen standing behind the helmsman. Below us were men and women going about their assigned duties such as swabbing the deck, taking inventory of supplies, or playing cards until an assignment came to them.
Above, I could see Aesteal in the Crow's Nest. She holds the pirate's monocular in her hands and scans the seas for anything she could find. If I'm not mistaken, I'm sure I see the beginnings of a smile on her face. I have not seen Aesteal smile too often, but it's a rather beautiful little thing.
Aside from the female elf, I look down and I see Maeloson speaking with a group of adventurers that had also boarded the ship. As I watch him do this, I am also aware that no one seeks to make a comment about what they heard between myself and my mother despite both of us hearing the howls last night. Perhaps they feared my wrath, perhaps they didn't care, or perhaps...they just wisely kept their mouths shut, either way they weren't talking about it to my knowledge and that was fine with me.
I walked over to Ellen and smacked her ass making her jump. "I plan to do the same to you. You think she had it bad. Just you wait, my tavern slut," I growled suggestively to my Quartermaster. Ellen jumped and I saw her cheeks suppress a grumble. She then took a deep breath and exhaled.
"We have sailed for some time. We're lucky the waves keep us moving, Sir," she said while she looked at me. Her gaze told me that she knew the true reason we were making such remarkable time. Of course we would make good time, I was allowing us to do so. Though I didn't tell her that I could hardly keep this up at night when I was sleeping.
"Good. Now tell me, how long has Aesteal been up there?" I asked.
"Aside from coming down to retrieve a blanket and her daily meal? Probably ever since you assigned her there," Ellen replied.
That...was not what I was expecting to hear. "She's been up there for so many hours?" I asked.
"Aye. I sent someone up to allow them to replace her from her post, but she claimed the only one who could make her move was you, Sir. We best pray she not get sick. Our best link to medicine be the witch," she told me.
I stared at Aesteal for a moment before I frowned. I had not meant for her to stay up there all day. Honestly, elves be a stubborn lot if nothing else. Whether that is a good thing or not is for someone else's interpretation.
"I see," I said.
About half an hour passed me by before I heard the door to Ilzahold's room open. Out came my mother. She definitely seemed more put together than she was when she left my quarters. She turned her eyes to me and I found it very fitting that she could not hold her gaze to me for long. She then walked to me.
"Eric, the witch wants to see you," my mother said. While Liara's desire to see me was rather unexpected, I can't say that it bothered me. I was going to see her after my mother was finished for my own bath.
"Thank you mother. Now be a good slut and man the ship with Sothshore while I'm gone," I replied playfully. Mother looked like she wanted to refute my statement, but the words died in her throat. Her eyes fell to the floorboards.
"Yes, Eric." she answered.
"Look me in the eye when I speak to you, mother," I told her. This was not so harsh a tone that it carried desperate consequences if she didn't, but I don't think she knew that.
When she looked up at me, I could see the unease in her eyes but there was also the burning lust from my harsh demands that could make her skin crawl.
Our eyes met. "Yes, Eric," she answered me.
"Repeat back to me what you be doing while I'm gone,"
"I'll man the ship with Ellen while you're gone,"
"And?"
"I'll be...a good slut,"
Once she gave me the answers I wanted. I kissed her quickly. "Good. Just be warned that I'll be using Ellen to tell me if you're not being a good slut," I said. My mother quickly agreed.
I then decided to send my attention to Liara's room. I knocked on the door. It opened and Burnwood was the one to greet me. As soon as she saw me, her face shifted into annoyance. It was rather cute, though if a bit grating.
"Never thought you'd be such a bastard to fuck your own mother, Drakclaw. Sounds like you really gave it to her good though. I imagine most of the ship heard her," Diane said.
"Funny. I be expecting the witch to say the same thing about her lovely assistant when we reach the Delverhold shores," I retorted. I bet Diane would have tried to shoot me had she the true grit, but she bit her tongue and allowed me to pass. I was a bit dissatisfied with her lack of a retort. I love my women to have a bit of fire in their voices.
"Lady Liara, Captain's here. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go fetch our breakfast," Diane said.
"I thank you, Diane. Be sure to include our dear captain's breakfast as well. We have much to discuss," Liara's voice came from deep within the room.
Diane growled. "Yes, Lady Liara," she said with steel under her tongue.
Burnwood pushed past and slammed the door behind me. I then turned my attention to Liara's quarters. It was as I expected. Books, tomes, and magical artifacts littered the shelves, stands, and floorboards. In the middle of the room rested a bath bowl large enough to fit at least two people. I suppose this would be the thing that Liara was using to give people their baths.
On a table to my right, I noticed a bowl filled with bronze coins. Looking at what I assumed was the bathing bowl, it was not hard to connect my thoughts. "Well, I'm glad my crew is supplying you with funds," I said.
"1 bronze coin for a bath? I think it be not so expensive, Eric. After all, if I must spend my days upon a ship, I'd rather the stench of dirt and odor not accompany them. Besides, cleanliness be a proper necessity. This applies especially to one such as yourself practicing such...strenuous labors. You make this witch rather envious. I wish I could have observed the bindings of body and blood for myself. I hope you keep me in mind for such activities," Liara said to me.
The playful smile on her face almost seemed to arouse my cock once again. Had I not been a little fatigued from last night and just a few moments ago, I might have tried to make Liara's expectations a reality.
"You be in the mood of disappointment then, Ilzahold. Only my crew and wenches hold access to my quarters," I replied. I'm sure she knew what I was implying. From where she sat, she turned the page of one of the tomes she was reading. Thanks to the memories given to me, I could vaguely make out the title of the book. It had something to do with archaic alchemy.
"Hmm, perhaps another time then. Well then, allow me to produce your bath. This should not take too long," she said to me.
I shrugged my shoulders and discarded my clothes. Neither Ilzahold nor I made a comment about my nudity. I dropped one bronze coin into her basket. As polite as the witch and I be towards each other, I dare not trifle with her too much.
Once I had paid, I watched her pull out a seastone jewel. She then placed the jewel in the wooden bowl.
"Cxithurium!" She called. The jewel instantly broke into over a hundred pieces and water rushed out of it like a flood until it filled the bathing bowl.
"I would advise not getting in yet. It is no different from the sea we sail on currently," she told me. I tried not to look at her with annoyance. She would have had no way of knowing that I could already tell what type of water it was.
Liara then dumped a firestone into the waters. For the sake of explanation, perhaps I will briefly clarify. This type of stone unlike the seastone jewel does not produce flames. It would have no true use if it's underwater. It's better to call it a boiling stone because the heat inside it cannot be subdued by normal means. Even now, I see the seawater boiling from the stone.
As it's boiling, Ilzahold then placed cleansing salts in the water. I believe those be speaking for themselves.
"Alright, your bath is ready. May you have a pleasant experience," she answered. I shrugged and stepped into the bowl. The water was very hot, but very appealing all the same. It wasn't long before my young body submerged itself in the bowl and I began to enjoy this feeling.
A few minutes passed by in silence between Liara and myself. I took a rag and began scrubbing myself from all the dirt and grime that this morning and yesterday had produced on me. I admit it be rather sad to know the pleasures that my mother and I experienced had been washed away, but it would only serve to create more down the line.
With nothing to focus my attention on, my eyes wandered to Liara's side of the room. She was seated back on her bed, one luscious leg over the other, with the same black tome in her hands. I don't quite remember this tome nor the contents inside it. I could tell Ilzahold was rather intrigued by the book because her eyes seemed very distant. Not even the sounds of the moving water in this bath were enough to take her away.
It be a time such a this that I forget that this witch be over many centuries older than myself. Now, I only see a beautiful woman reading on her bed. Yes, she be a powerful woman, perhaps even more powerful than me if we put ourselves to equal footing before I was granted this arcane knowledge, but...she seems to be a lonely woman all the same.
As I find myself entranced under the spell of the witch's beauty, my mind loses control over my mouth. "Tell me, Liara Ilzahold, for what purpose do you study magic and the arcane? What truths do you seek?" I asked suddenly.
How I wish this were the time that she would be too distracted with her reading to hear me. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Her eyes stared into mine like the night sky filled with stars. I couldn't begin to find an answer to her current thoughts while she seemed to gleam answers from my own.
To this end, I am only convinced that even if I lived for an eternity, I would not be able to figure this woman out entirely.
The Witch of Draegnar turned her head fully towards me. I tried to keep my expression rather neutral, but it be hard to do so. "And why do you seek to know, Eric Drakclaw? What ease will this bring you?" she returned to me.
I am not sure how to answer her second question. I want to know because even after the many business transactions I have had with Liara Ilzahold, I have not once asked the witch about herself. I don't think back then she would have given so great an answer, but now was not so simple.
I wanted Ilzahold in my crew.
I was going to have Ilzahold in my crew.
However, how could I take a person I knew next to nothing about?
When I stand before the doors that guard the memories of my time's Liara, I cannot grab the handle that allows me to open them. They are shut tight and I am denied the precious sources of information that I seek. It is obvious that when Ilzahold spoke to me last, she spoke the truth. Along with the most powerful magics and arts that she was capable of at that time, she also sealed the memories she knew I could exploit if I wanted her as part of my crew. All I had at the moment were the basics.
I delude myself to believe that this wasn't intentional, but the bones in my body tell me that it was. If I was to bring Liara into my crew, then it would have to be done by my own efforts. It is a bit of a pain, but the greatest treasures are those unearthed with one's own hands.
I eased myself back into my bath. A sigh escaped my lips. "What ease will it bring me? Perhaps it's knowing that when I ask one of the most stunning jewels of the sea to join my crew once this voyage is over then I'll know where her aspirations lay," I replied.
I was rather surprised that Liara didn't laugh at me for this statement. She laughed at me the last time I had asked. Intead, she continued to look at me for a long while.
"For a Draegnar bilgerat, your words carry sweet desserts for the ears. Had I not already known of your impoverished lifestyle I would have wondered if you were the son of a Lord," she responded.
For a man who has taken many women into his chambers, it is true that I'm no stranger to flattery. Quite a few of them led to a smack across my jaw, but luck is a harsh mistress to lean upon.
"To be asking me to align myself with any type of group or denomination, you would be just one in the increasing list. Kings have pledged their kingdoms, princes have offered me enough wealth to own at least five Draegnar islands, queens and princesses have offered me their offspring in return for my allegiance, and such a list is even longer than perhaps my lifetime. I have lost track of the numerous confessions of love, death threats, barterings, allies, and enemies I have been dealt. From lowly brats to mighty kings, it seems...a rather fitting lifestyle for a rumored cursed woman," she said.
I listened to Liara for a time. It'd be a fool to think I was the only one who wished to bring such a mighty presence under my banner. Many men and women have tried and I don't know very many who have succeeded, if any.
"You be no more cursed than anyone else, Liara. There be a difference of which curses we bear. Many would wish to carry your curse, I be no different. To be rumored to live forever, to sail the seas until my ship's wood becomes brittle, to unearth every treasure that has ever come before me, it seems like a paradise," I said.
"And once all the seas have been sailed, once all the treasures that the earth has produced are within your grasp, what comes after? To watch your first crew die, then your second, then your third, then your fourth, fifth, and sixth, do the riches of this earth amount to so much suffering for you?" she asked.
The witch had no way of understanding that I did know what she meant. I was a pirate. I was a grand ruler of the seas! I was...am the Son of Poseidon! I have lost many men to get to where I was. My speeches of bravado and glory mean not so much when I remember the number of sea burials my crew would perform.
How many men had I buried?
Ten?
A Hundred?
A Thousand?
A Hundred-Thousand?
Aye fine, perhaps not that many.
We both settled into silence for a moment. I find myself a bit out of my element trying to play mind games with a nigh immortal witch, but I resolved through the matter anyway.
"If a woman who has lived as long as you doesn't have the answer then what hopes have I to cling to?" I asked.
I think I must have disappointed her with my response because she gave a mirthless laugh and returned to her book. "However...," I spoke again. She turned back to me.
"If you be waiting to find someone who can achieve fame, fortune, honor, evil, or what you deem justice without stepping over the lives of others, bastard or otherwise, then I think we'd be testing the limits to those rumors of your immortality. Not even the gods can do that. For so much knowledge that you hold, I would have expected a lass such as yourself to know that even before I did," I answered her.
For her response, Liara laughed at me, but this one was not so dismissive as the one prior. It wasn't even like those elegant, if mysterious, ones that she tends to give clients and customers. I dare say this one was the loveliest.
Ilzahold pulled up a chair next to me and sat in it. She then turned to face me. In that manner that can drive anyone wild, her right leg hung over her left. She leaned on the edge of the bowl and looked at me.
"And what is it that you want?" she asked.
I am aware of exactly what she is asking me, but I cannot resist the urge to be a cheeky bastard.
"You. Tonight, and the many thereafter,"
"That be not what I meant, boy. You know that,"
"Well, if we be going by what we meant, then you haven't answered me either. I did search you first after all," I replied to her.
If a seadog had proper legs, it would count the seconds that rolled by between myself and Liara. We stared into each other's eyes. It took some time, but Ilzahold backed down.
"What I want. Could you or anyone else comprehend such a thing? Not even Diane nor Goron could understand," she said, her voice rather low. I decided to lean forward.
"Fair lass, I believe you would not have known that I understood the Lost Isles when I came before you previously. How about you put this bastard to the test?" I replied just as low as her.
Her lips were so painfully near mine that I be surprised at my own willpower to not rush from the bath and kiss her. I think she knew this as well because she pulled back.
"Tell me, do you know of the Ten Yalorian Crypts?" she asked.
I frowned and thought over this for a moment. The Ten Yalorian Crypts, better known as the Ten Library Crypts, were rumored sanctuaries that contained boundless tomes of wisdom, magic, and fortune. Just finding one of them is said to give one the power to traverse the underworld. Well, allow me to correct myself. Finding one of them leads to the potential power of traversing the underworld. The other nine are capable of sending someone to other realms.
I know this to be true because I found one of them, but had been unable to enter it. I had always hoped to return someday, hopefully with Liara serving under me to guide my crew. Seeing as how I found one of them, I do know that they exist, but whether the rumors tell of actual realm traveling is beyond me. I don't think even in Ilzahold's memories did she find the crypt that I found.
Now let me say that my leaving the crypt was not without a lack of trying to open it, but nothing I knew at the time worked. Not my powers, not guns, not cannons, not blades, and not the shoddy spells or incantations some of the crew knew. Nothing worked on it and, as pissed as I was, I couldn't break it. Well, actually, that be untrue. Had I wanted, I could have crashed enough water with enough pressure to break the entrance of the crypt, but...the problem was its location. There is a reason why I despise deserts.
"Aye. Legends state that if one is able to collect the core of the ten crypts then ascension into godhood or demonhood be not a dream. Legends also state just one has enough wealth to compete with two empire," I replied.
I think Liara was greatly surprised by my answer. I imagine she would be even more surprised if I told her that I already had the knowledge on one, but I decided to keep that for myself. Perhaps I would tell her when she was a part of my crew.
"Hmm, you understand a fair more than I thought. Yes, such rumors, myths, and legends about these crypts exist. Many believe they don't even exist," she explained to me.
"Just as Delverhold does not?" I cheekily questioned. She matched the smile on my face.
"Such has yet to be determined, Eric. However, it is the validity of those myths that I seek. Quite a bit to take in is it not? As for why I'm telling you this, it is but a simple matter. To accept my desires...is to go towards the very edge of madness" She stated. Her voice had lost the humour, but the smile on her face never faded away. She stared at me with the knowing expectation that, no matter how confident I might appear, I could not begin to fathom the depths nor lengths her desires would take me if I, somehow, managed to take her into my crew.
Unfortunately for her, she might think she was dealing with some newly born water calf, but I be no such vulnerable fleshing!
I leaped from the water and grabbed the back of Liara's head. I think surprise took hold of her because she did not resist me. Instead, I quickly pushed my lips against hers and took the kiss that she had tried to so playfully deny me.
I wish I could describe how she tasted, but that would be like a poor man eating a feast made from the King's kitchen and being able to offer a refined answer.
No, her lips were so luscious, her mouth so delectable, and her tongue so enchanting that I felt my mind flowing away to another plane. I thought I was almost taken away from my body and back to the realm of magic that my Liara had taken me to previously. Despite this, I could still feel her hands on my arms as if to try and push me away, but...soon hers was a gentle touch as well.
Once we separated, I stared into her eyes. "Please, fair witch. It be a woman's responsibility to drive men to madness. Besides, do you think I would stake my life with the Witch of Draegnar, and sail for the shores of Delverhold if I were of a complete and right mind? You underestimate me, witch." I said.
I then stepped out of my bath. I'm not ashamed to say that my cock was heard from our kiss. Yet, I tried to not make it so painfully obvious. I wrapped a rag around my waist and began to dry the rest of my body.
"I have been with many people. Yet none have dared to touch me so boldly,"
"And none will touch you so boldly anymore," I finished. I placed my clothes back on and placed my arms through my captain's robe. My hair was not fully dry, but it would have to do for the moment.
"A gun and a pirate captain's position hardly count as enough power to enforce such a claim. I have not decided to join your crew yet,"
I turned back to Ilzahold. Her eyes challenged mine. I looked that look of black fire in her eyes. I loved that mysterious allure that a woman who was so much smarter than I could ever hope to be would bend herself to my will. No, it was better to say that she would submit herself to my will. She might have countless more knowledge and experiences than I did, but I had something just as potent.
"Liara, open the window. I'm going to dump the water out," I said.
"No need. I have a use for it," she returned.
"As do I. Humor me,"
A shake of her head as if to chastise my foolishness, she stood up and walked towards her windows. The latches which kept them shut were undone and pushed open. As soon as she did, my hands began moving and so did the water in the bowl.
How I wish I could capture Liara's expression of my use of my powers before her. Her eyes widened and I be fine to say her soul might have left her body with how still she was. The only hint that she was alive was the way her eyes followed the rising and falling waters.
"There be many types of power, Witch. Though I be not trained in the mystic arts to the degree that you have been, I still think myself to become a firm stringholder of the world with you at my side," I spoke. My words carried with them the weight of promise.
I commanded the waters to swirl around the room. They danced in the air around is coming so close to important artifacts, but never touching them once. I crafted blades, spears, lances, spikes, and so much more that the water could form. The only limit to what they could do was my imagination. I do admit that perhaps showing her this sight would be much grander if this...were not used bathwater, but what can you do?
I split the waters and crashed them back together. Each performance seemed to baffle the witch more than the last. Of course, this was not the extent of my powers, and I'm sure she understood this now. I also be sure that she now connects my powers to my Draegnar title as a Shark Hunter.
To end my performance, I gently guided the bathwater out of the room and into the open sea. Liara could hardly form a word and I chose now to take a hold of the conversation. I grabbed her arms and held them above her head. I then pinned them to the wall which forced her to look into my eyes. I think I was only keeping this because of the shock. It wouldn't last long once she regained a hold of herself.
"I look forward to exploring the depths of your desires with you. I suppose we can explore your crypts as well if you be a good girl," I whispered. I then kissed her again before releasing her. Liara did not comment on my statement nor on what I had showcased her. I'm sure I had flooded her with too many questions to be answered immediately.
As I stepped out of the open door, Diane appeared with our food. She eyed me with suspicion, especially given the smile on my face. Nevertheless, I paid her no mind. I grabbed my plate of breakfast and walked past the gunslinger.
Once I passed, I gave Liara one more glance. "Remember, a good girl," I said then left. I could feel Diane's eyes in the back of my head as she slammed the door closed.
After my conversation with Liara, two and a half weeks passed for my voyage. The ship sailed without too much incident. Of course, I deal with a thief here, a seascum there but aside from these minor incidents there has not been much that I need to give report about.
Aesteal and Maeloson still continue to prove themselves to me and though I be a not so trusting man, especially recently, I find myself speaking with them more. The male elf is still cautious of me, and the female is no different. It be no surprise. I still be the same with them, but at the very least we be not strangers anymore. I am surprised that I find enjoyment in speaking with Maeloson more. Perhaps it be that...male-bonding shit or what have you.
Now, I must address Aesteal. Oh Seas, Aesteal. I admire the elf. It's a fact I'm learning to cope with every day, but...her studiousness has nearly led to some unfavorable times. We were never in any danger, but...some of these could have been avoided. Her refusal to change shifts in the Crow's Nest had led to us ramming a sea beast off the starboard bow. As punishment, I took her to my room and made her stand with her arms stretched out until I was satisfied.
Oh believe you me, I sought to have a taste of her, but...one must be careful when dealing with elves. They are aware of their beauty and the curse it carries. Though Maeloson and Aesteal promised that I could subject them to whatever perverse actions that laid in my head, I'm not so unreasonable as to make unnecessary tension between myself and them. Plus, I need to retrieve items from some elven nations and maintaining an at best captain-crew relationship compared to at worst a neutral, borderline hostile, relationship would bring differences I hoped.
Ah, perhaps I should also mention Ellen and Liara. I think I have gotten into Sothshore's head a little. Up until now, I have not touched her nor made advances towards her. She had eyed me warily and it makes me laugh. Nevertheless, she remains a firm hand on the rest of my temporary crew. I don't say it, but I be truly pleased to have her as my second crew member, my mother being the first.
As for my mother and me, we still enjoy ourselves, but I have halted the much-loved bliss of cumming inside her. I think we both agree that this be not the time for children, though I told her that if I wanted her pregnant she could hardly stop me. Like the submissive woman I loved, I think that turned her on more.
Lastly, for Liara, we have not spoken up to now. Aside from minor pleasantries, we don't acknowledge the other. She provides me with baths and I continue to sail us for Fiolomir and then towards The Isles of Delverhold. Yet, I still feel the swirls of magic next to my chambers from Liara's room. With my Liara's memories, I know what she's doing, but I don't intervene. Those meddlesome spirits won't give her the answers she wants. I know because they didn't give my Liara the answers she wanted.
If I can say anything has changed, I bet Liara had commanded Burnwood to not rouse my ire any more. 'Yes Captain' or 'Yes Sir' have been her replies to me and it makes me laugh as well. I'm sure it upsets her to not know why she has to do this, but neither Liara nor I have told her. I think she has taken her aggression out on more...open activities.
Such as...
"Fuck her up, Burnwood! I got two nights of dinner riding on you!"
"Lady Sothshore, if you lose we be tossing you overboard! I'm betting a week of swabbing the deck on this!"
Such statements and more are shouted into the sea's air as I watch a crowd of my crew circled around Diane and Ellen. They both seem ready to kill each other in a brawling match. The cheers of the crowd spur them both on and soon they both begin to fight. Now, win or lose, no one but me is allowed to wetten Ellen. However, these bets on who takes care of the chores of the ship aren't something I care too much about. Bets of food are another matter.
I be sure that bets are promises paid in blood as Ellen and I have demonstrated to each other. A matter like food is no different, but the food is...a complex matter. I have seen many crews turn into nothing but rabid animals from a lack of food shared between crewmembers. Lack of supplies leads to salty decisions. Everyone will be fed. How much they are fed is their own matter.
Anyway, I watch Ellen and Diane continue to beat the sea salt out of each other. I don't much enjoy the hoots and hollers as men and women stare at Sothshore's ripped clothes. It either makes me want to shoot them in the head, or cover said heads with helmets of water and let them all die agonizingly slow deaths.
I sigh, but I keep watching. I watch for no other reason than seeing Ellen fight. Her raw brutality is just one of the many things I find desirable about her. The way she swung her legs and blasted her fists into punches reminded me of a trained female native warrior. Of course, she's not the best hand to hand combatant I have ever seen, but no one be besting her without losing a leg or arm in the process.
This fight lasts for about ten minutes. By this time, one might mistake this ship for a crew of howler monkeys as Ellen and Diane are both nearly exposed except for a few stripes of clothing that cover them.
"Wooooooo, never got a free show like this on Draegnar, laddies!" someone says.
My frown deepens and my hands grip the wooden protective railing of the helm. I now be thankful that a punch from Ellen was enough to bring Diane down. Sothshore raised her fist in victory as the crew roared in celebration.
I would like to say I cheered in celebration of Ellen as well when she turned to me and perhaps expected some form of recognition.
...I would like to say.
Instead, I turned around and made my way back to my cabin. I have many regrets throughout my voyage called life. This can only be added on top of the others.
"Eric, are you...,"
"I'm fine! Don't bother me!" I yelled. I be sure it was loud enough that the entire ship heard it. I then slammed my door shut.
No sooner had I shut my door did the sky begin to darken and the seas grow fierce. In five minutes, I could hear the scrambling of my crew outside as Ellen shouted commands to brace for a severe storm.
The ship creaks and thunderstorms roll through the sky. I can already tell it's because I'm angry. Watching these sailors holler and whistle at what was mine was maddening. All I could do was sit on my bed and stare at the journal I had created which listed the names of so many of my former crew members.
The shame.
The humiliation.
Of course, it's not their fault. What they did outside, I imagine if I were a cabin brat aboard this ship and saw two able-bodied women fiercely competing against each other with ripped clothes in the mix, I would be no different from the rest.
Even now, I do not know what would cause my crew to betray me. It couldn't have been my affairs. Leah also had her fair share of male lovers.
I didn't much mind.
I would say before recently, I wouldn't have minded watching my woman be fucked by another man. It drove me to perform greater than them. It was there to reaffirm to me that she could only attain anything better when it was with me.
Now, my mother, Ellen, Liara, Aesteal, Maeloson, I could not fathom anyone touching them. Well, perhaps Maeloson, but the point probably stands.
My beloved Leah and I.
I now feel like a naive brat believing all the words she used to describe us. It be a bunch of shitty nonsense that whores use to stirs the hearts of men. Lines such as, we were destined to find each other, I was the sun to her moon, I was the only one who could move her heart, everything before was ours to take, I...was the reason her heart kept moving.
Yes, anyone is free to laugh if they wish. It's all stupid shit that no one believes, and yet I fell for it. Perhaps I'm angrier at myself than my crew. As I said before, I have seen many crews rise up against their captains. I had always held the firm belief that if you're stupid enough to not see rebellion in the eyes of your crew members, then you don't deserve to sail the mighty seas.
I give thanks to the Goddesses of Fate for kicking me right in my ass for that one. So high was I upon my own glory that I couldn't see how fast I was falling back to the ground. With so much time, fame, and riches under my belt, I had forgotten one of life's important rules.
It's not the enemy in front of you that you need to worry about.
Yet, even as I remember this phrase, I only feel my thoughts being centered around a series of questions with one to unify them all.
Why?
As I said before, Leah and I had lovers of the opposing sex. Neither of us minded that. I also doubt it was the fact that I had brats with any of them either. Leah, I assumed, loved them as much as I did if not more sometimes.
It couldn't have been the riches. Okay, quite possibly it was the riches since I always took the biggest share of the loot, but I had always strived for fairness in my crew. Everyone was paid to the equivalent of the work they put in. No one ever complained about it. Suggestions on new adventures always be a welcome change to a crew and their captain. My ship be no different from that.
Perhaps they were all jealous of my powers? It was possible since Leah somehow came upon that moonstone which crippled me to the point that I couldn't even summon a puddle, much less the sea. Now if anyone be asking if I be so generous that if there was a way to share my abilities amongst my crew then I would have, I would have laughed in their face.
Like I would spread my abilities across a ship of bastards and bitches. Though now that I have this thought, I suppose betrayal can be expected, but something in my bones tells me that be not the case.
Well, it doesn't matter. I'll listen to their explanation before I feed them to the sharks! I now see that the best way to do that...is to repeat as much of what happened before up until their betrayal. Perhaps there I would get my answers...and my satisfaction.
A knock came to my door which broke me from my thoughts. I am now aware that my head had cooled and so had my rage. The heavy rainstorm outside had turned into a light shower and small waves.
I don't know how much time has passed while I'm in my thoughts, but the grey skies tell me that it should still be in the afternoon.
I exhale. I wonder if I could hold a conversation with Ilzahold long enough to get something that would make my head stop feeling like two pistols were firing into it.
"Enter," I said.
The door opened and Ellen came through. Her face looked incredibly swollen from the fight with Diane. A scar on her mouth revealed her lip had been busted open. She also walked with a limp in her step. No doubt that came from the fight as well.
Sothshore spoke not a word to me as she closed the door behind her. She walked down the two steps which led into my quarters and took note of me on the bed. I would have spoken words had her next action not surprised me.
Despite the silent curse that fell from her lips, Ellen dropped to her knees. "You look even shittier than I do, Sir," she said.
If that was her attempt to get a rise or a laugh out of me, then I'm sure I disappointed her. I was about to reply as to why she had chosen to disturb me. I'm sure my mother had not blatantly disregarded my orders to be left alone.
Unfortunately, she beat me to my statement. "I apologize for making you angry, Sir. Please punish me," Ellen said through gritted teeth.
"Even though I don't even know what I did," I heard her mumble.
Now, I don't know who had the type of clout on Ellen to make her even say those words, but the fact that she was even doing so pleased me. Though, seeing her face more puffed than it should be was rather awkward.
"And who told you those buttering lines to use?" I asked.
"...no one, Sir,"
"You know I could punish you harder if you're lying to me," I told her. She seemed to quickly take that into account.
"I lost a pirate's bet with your mother. She...told me to go apologize. I came up with the apology on my own," she answered.
Well, cast me off the side and call me bait. "I see. I be surprised you followed through with it,"
A suck of her teeth was Ellen's brief response. "I was...am a businesswoman, Sir. I might be an underhanded bitch, but I do honor the deals I make. Plus, it would be rather hard to hide from her and you on this ship for the rest of the voyage,"
She wasn't wrong.
I fully faced my beautiful smartmouth and patted my legs. She saw my unspoken invitation and quickly moved. Soon, I felt the warmth of her thighs on my own as she kicked off her shoes, and her ass laid on my legs.
"Tell me, do you think I should punish you?" I asked.
"Aside from the thought that I might have upset the witch at turning her gunslinger into a two-legged toad, then I don't think so. However, I've got no choice than to leave it to you, Sir." she returned without the usual spitfire.
We sat like this for a time. I made no moves to touch Ellen aside from the contact we had already established and she seemed oddly content to not speak of this.
"Tell you what, Ellen. Fetch me the writing quill and a piece of paper," I said. Ellen looked at me with a glare, but she quickly collected what I asked for and handed it to me before returning to her seating arrangement on my thighs.
I wrote on the piece of paper and then folded it before handing it to the Sothshore. "If you feel like you need to be punished then give that to Liara. Tell her to box what's on this list. If she asks you what for, then be sure to tell her. If you don't feel like you need to be punished, then just go back to your quarters,"
"What? Too tired to do it yourself, Sir?" she joked, or at least I believe she did.
I swear by the seas I must have been drunk because I heard my lips answer.
"Yes,"
The last thing I remember was Ellen's level-headed gaze. My mind was not with the rest of the events surrounding me. All I knew was that the piece of paper had left my hands and Ellen had left my thighs and my quarters.
Two hours passed me by before I surmised that Ellen would not be returning. I couldn't say I was surprised or disappointed. I'm not sure my current thoughts allowed me to toy with Sothshore like I probably wanted.
So, I placed my boots back on and headed outside and into light, yet falling rain.
As soon as I stepped out, I noticed some of the crew giving me awkward glances. Even a grunt with no schooling could understand why. Everyone merely tended to their work without any further complaint. I would like to say it was because of the serious weather, but I'm sure I know the real reason.
As I turn my head, I notice the second shift helmsman speaking to my mother over the rain. She noticed me and quickly walked over to me. "Eric, we will be reaching the shores of Hilvir in another five hours. One of the adventurer groups wishes us to disembark there for at least two days. The helmsman says that the storm will pick up again and we might all be sailing for the deep abyss if we continue. Your command?" she asked.
Now, I could say that the weather was what I decided to make it. Still, I did wonder what this adventurer group would have to do in Hilvir. As far as I recall, the only interesting things in that land were fatted boars and the fresh fish. The ship still had more than enough food, but something made my nose itch for a journey no matter how brief it was. In addition, I think a few moments off the ship would do everyone some good.
"Fine, plot a course for Hilvir. Be sure to send this group to me before we disembark. I want to know why this wasn't brought up before we set sail," I said. My mother nodded and walked back to the helmsman.
I will say that this detour didn't bother me as much as my voice probably made it sound. We were already ahead of the timeframe that I had plotted in my head due to great winds and strong tides.
Once my mother was finished telling the helmsman my orders, I quickly took her to the stern of the ship. When I was sure we were alone, I faced her.
"I don't say sorry very often, mother, but it be an appropriate time to say so to you. My earlier outburst was uncalled for. I...,"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, Eric. I'm not some soft-skinned sheep that can't take a shout or two. Thanks anyway," my mother said. She lightly punched my arm before going to return to her duties.
I laughed.
"Perhaps i should thank you. Making that bet with Sothshore got me a few good moments of bliss," I returned.
My mother looked back at me and frowned. "What bet? I was too busy laughing at the bitch's pufferfish face to make bets. Besides, after dealing with you, she'd know better than to make a bet with a Drakclaw," my mother replied before she removed herself from the back of the ship.
I be honest, I wasn't sure what to say to that.
"LAND HO, CAP'N! The Cliffs of Hilvir!"
Five hours passed by in a blur for everyone when the crow's nest sounded the alert to us all. By this time, the rain was coming down even harder than before. As exciting as this was, I don't think everyone wanted to be out here for much longer.
The ship was pulled into a lifeless shore dock and the anchor was hoisted down. Several crewmembers tied the ship down through the heavy storm before retreating back into the ship. I had Liara supply the crew with several firestones for the warmth of quarters. I'd rather no one be sick from the storm.
I sat in my quarters looking upon a map and journal while my mother laid on my bed with a book on materials and metals in front of her.
"Can't make heads or tails of this stupid dwarven shit. There are over 1,000 materials in this damn book and I have to choose ten for weapon-crafting? I haven't even heard of most of these," she said.
I had tasked my mother with crafting her own weapons from the list of materials present. Naturally, I would pay to have them built, but this was something I had done for all my crew at least once.
"Every famous pirate has a weapon that makes them stand out, mother. If you're to be a queen of the sea, then you'll need one or two as well," I replied.
My mother was silent for a moment before speaking. "Your tongue must be made of silver and gold, Eric," was her response.
"Sir,"
"Fuck off, Sir!"
I laughed at her while I continued my work. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who be asking, my work was ceased when there came a knock on the door.
"Enter," I said.
The door opened.
I turned around and there stood Ellen with a wooden box in her hands. Her eyes resembled those of a raven. She looked everywhere except for me. I also noticed that her hair was dripping wet. So were her clothes. It's not an easy walk from her quarters to mine.
I think I was so focused on Ellen that the opening and closing of the door behind her surprised me. It was only then that I noticed my mother was gone. Now, there be only me and the second woman I had recruited into my crew.
"You're late," I said.
"You didn't give me a timeframe,"
"So you think it's good to make me wait?"
"You...said it was my decision. Look, will you just take the damn box already? It's pissing me off enough that I'm standing here!"
I could tell that even though her voice had some fire behind it, there was no true steel for the fire to burn. It be not so hard to think that maybe she's like this because her mind took her back to what happened back on Draegnar.
"You do realize what you coming here signals to me, aye?"
Ellen lowly growled. "Aye, Sir."
"Look at me when I speak!" I exclaimed.
Her head snapped towards me and her eyes bore into mine.
"Yes, Sir!" she said a bit clearer.
I pushed myself away from my chair and walked towards her. The creak of my floor must have sounded like drums to us both.
"Then tell me why you're in my quarters," I said.
"I...I'm here to be punished, Sir," she replied.
I chuckled. "Well, that's obvious. But, do you know why you're being punished?" I asked.
"Cause you're a piece of shit?" she asked.
I think my laugh that followed unnerved her a bit because she suddenly seemed very unsure of her own position.
"Good guess, but no. Try again. Remove the sass this time," I ordered. I pointedly ignored the suck of teeth that I heard.
"Well, I don't fucking know what I did. I would assume I did something you didn't like, but I can't read the crazy shit that goes through your head,"
I faced her. "Strip," I ordered.
She blinked. "What?"
"I'm going to count to ten. If I don't see you naked in front of me by the time I'm done, I'll be more than happy to make you wish you lost that fight earlier," I told her. Her body visibly shivered and I don't think she knew my method of reinforcing that threat. So, I'm sure she decided not to test me.
"One...,"
"Two...,"
"Three...,"
By the time I reached ten, Ellen Sothshore stood before me naked as the day she was born, though certainly much more developed than then. Her face was red with embarrassment as her clothes laid on the floor. I could see bruised spots around her chest, stomach, and legs from her battle earlier. A few spots of ointment told me what she had been doing if she returned to her quarters.
"Spin around for me. Slowly," I said.
As I desired, so Ellen did. She slowly allowed me to feast upon her with my eyes. From her swollen breasts and pointed nipples to her warm thighs, shaven pussy, and firm ass, I got the full view as she turned to face me once more.
"Now do you know why you're being punished?" I asked.
"No, Sir,"
Once she said that I walked over to the wooden box.
"Hands behind your back,"
Nervously, Ellen pulled her arms until her hands were where I wanted them to be. Then, from the box, I pulled out a long, thin piece of rope. I grabbed Sothshore's arms and began to tie them. Each slip of the rope tickled her skin and riled her nerves. Yet, true to form, she didn't move as I bound her arms hard enough to make her wince in pain.
"UGH!" she groaned as I made sure she felt the sliding sting of the ropes on her skin and my strength that had fueled its power.
After I tied her arms, then came her legs. It be not so surprising that I enjoy interacting with my women in such a way. I had done this long before I had even known who my beloved was. The thresholds of pain and pleasure, of death and life, satisfied me so. Perhaps that is why I became a pirate. I be a submissive bastard to the whims of adventure and glory. I be big fish entranced by the pain and the pleasure. I now had the confidence to say that Ellen, my dear, sweet business wench, was of the same mold. She just did not know it yet.
Once I tied her legs together, I stood behind her. I then grabbed her neck and her left breast in my palms. The hot air flowing from her throat and through her teeth made me as hard as steel.
"Do you know why you're being punished? It's because you're an unbearable slutty tavern wench that enjoys the eyes of bastards and bitches on her. Did you think it would pass beneath my gaze?" I asked.
I squeezed Ellen's luscious globe even harder. Her breath hitched in her throat and came out as a rough moan. "What the fuck are you...GUH!" Ellen wailed as my hand removed itself from her throat and smacked her bottom cheeks with a fiery palm. The impact bounced its sounds around my quarters.
"Did I say you could speak? Answer me, you depraved slut!"
SMACK!
"AHHH!" Ellen moaned and even I could feel the ripple of pleasure swim from her body and into my hands. Her nipples grew hard and stiff against my fingers. I resisted the urge to grind my cock up against her lovely bum. Instead...
SMACK!
SLAP!
CRACK!
"UGH! ARGH! N-No, Sir. You...ugh...didn't say I couldn't...GAH...s-speak!" she responded.
My hand stopped just short of striking her again and I leaned my lips close to her ear. "Imagine, the body of one of the sexiest bitches to ride the great seas, one exclusively for my view, was seen by so many men and women. I bet their lustful gazes drove you harder than your fight did," I whispered into her ears.
Sothshore's bound hands wiggled as hard as they could, but they couldn't undo the bonds I had placed.
"I...I didn't...,"
"I bet you did! How many cocks do you think be firing into the cold air thinking of you? Imagine them thinking of these glorious treasures that they wish they could grasp as if they be clutching hundreds of golden coins! Imagine them wishing they could place their hard-worked fingers between this flowing valley of female lust!"
It be true too. The pictures I be painting in Sothshore's mind had her pussy beginning to quiver and shiver. I could sense the trail of juice flowing down her leg.
"Look at you, staining my floor like a whorehouse's property!"
"S-Shut up! That bitch Diane was also...UGGGGGGGGH!" Ellen made a noise between a growl and a swoon as I roughly pinched one of her nipples.
I flicked my tongue up Ellen's earlobe and gently nibbled over it. "This isn't about Burnwood. This is about you being a tease to this ship like a siren hoping to sink our vessel into the depths of Davy Jones' Locker! Need I remind you that only I be worthy to feast eyes upon you? You be mine! Now, and forever!" I said.
My want, nay my pure need to possess Ellen, body, and soul, dropped from my voice. Reason had left me. I began kissing her collarbone while my hands and fingers fondled her breasts and her swollen nipples. Each pinch expertly released electricity through her body. I could tell because of the way her nails gently scratched my stomach.
With my right hand, I slid my fingers down her stomach until they reached her pussy. Even I was surprised at the stream being scooped into my waiting palm.
"Look at this!" I said, holding my hand to her eyes. Her breathing quickened when she saw the sticky residue from her salivating cavern.
"I bet you're thinking of sucking the cock and tits of every sailor on this ship,"
"I...haaa...I...don't," Ellen refuted me.
"I think you do," I told her. I removed my hands from her nipples and her pussy. Then, I walked around her surveying my deep. Her eyes were clouded with visible lust. Her thighs squirmed against each other and I bet her tips could cut my window glass with them being so hard.
I sat on my bed.
"On your knees, wench!"
Ellen glared at me but she dropped to her knees and sat in front of me. Sweat fell from her face and she looked deliciously appetizing. I'm quite tempted to forgo this Hilvir short trip just so I can make fuck Ellen when we reach the shores of Delverhold.
"Now, turn around. You say you be nothing thinking such perverse thoughts. Then show me such evidence. Lift your ass to me," I demanded.
A growl, Ellen turned around and lifted her ass and pussy towards me. Just as I expected to see, her bottom was red from my hands and the long flow of desire was trailing down in such quantities that I could feel up a cup if I were holding one.
"You made a mess of my floor. Clean it up!"
"I'd need my hands and a rag for that honor, Sir!" she fired back.
"Then I'd suggest you use your natural rag,"
Now, orders such as this I had only begun doing slowly. As much as I loved Sothshore and sought to truly possess her, I also held a firm grasp of her dos and don'ts. She still be a straight prideful bitch and she would be that way until the day she died. No, but it was easy to see that over the many weeks that we had been together, she had begun to truly defer to my will. Many weeks together had led up to this.
All those weeks led up to her sticking out her tongue and licking her savory fluids from my floor. She panted and huffed as I watched her pussy twitch in debased joy. A quiver there, a shudder there, my throat felt dry. Seas, I wanted to suck up all of that succulent fluid. Just the sound of her heavy breath licking and lapping over my floor drove me wild.
"Look at you, Sothshore. A mighty businesswoman of the great seas, her face on the floor with her tongue slipping of her own wine as if it be the last she will ever get. And you would dare to tell me that you weren't feeling excited by those lusty gazes upon you?" I asked her.
It's odd to me. The more I talk, the more I envision it myself, the more my anger and hatred of that time fades away. A sense of pride flows through me at the thought that most can only look up gold and riches. Seldom are they the masters or partakers of such things. Ellen was the same for me. The thought that men and women were so turned on by her that they would spend their nights dreaming of all the things they would make her do if they had my control only fueled me more.
Without Ellen knowing, I walked over to the box. From there, I pulled out a horse crop. The feel of its body slid through my fingers rather gently. I then made my way back to my view of Ellen. Without wasting even another second, I flicked the crop's tongue through Sothshore's cunt.
"Y-You fuckhead! What....are you...uuuuuugh!" Ellen moaned as I playfully moved the keeper up and down across her snatch. Its firm material was slathered like the ship's deck in the rain.
"I'm punishing a slut, my beautiful business slut. Any woman who would love to have her body viewed by so many lustful gazes deserves to be punished. That be the reason for your visit to my quarters tonight, is it not?"
"I...,"
"No need to answer that. A bottom like this was made to jiggle!" I exclaimed.
CRACK!
I gave Ellen no preparation. I gave her no warning. I gave her...no time. The sound and snap of my crop against her skin was enough to make my Quartermaster scream in pleasure and pain. From that one strike, her body shuddered as an orgasm ripped through her body like a thousand waves.
"UGH!" Ellen groaned as she threw her head up and wiggled her two pillowy cheeks. The heat from my hand made the crop feel that much tighter in my grasp. My vision was dizzy and sweat fell from my forehead. The storm outside seemed hardly consequential to me now.
"A businesswoman should always know proper manners, Sothshore. You come into my quarters, disturb my time with my mother, task me with your punishment, and I don't even receive a word of gratitude for my actions? I be too lenient on you," I told her.
Ellen tried to move her arms, but there wasn't much for her to do except lie there helplessly. I was expecting a glare, a snarl, a curse, anything spiteful to be sent at me. A gaze of pure lust, need, and a desiring smile for more, were not anything of the things that be.
"T...T...Thank you for punishing me, Sir," she panted.
"And what am I punishing you for?" I asked.
"Cause you're a sadistic piece of SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!"
SMACK!
Another crack of my crop and a crackle of thunder raced through my room when I heard Ellen's comment. Her body spasmed and writhed as her breathing grew more labored.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that over the thunder at sea. Care to repeat that?" I asked her.
Ellen remained silent to this question, but she quickly answered. "I be a dirty tavern wench that enjoys men and women staring at her body, Sir! I...like to tease the crew," she said.
"Aye. Only a dirty bitch in heat would do such a thing. Is that what you are, Ellen? You're my dirty tavern bitch?" I asked.
"Y-Yes, Sir. I be your biggest tavern wench! Please...please punish me until you be satisfied" she claimed.
And punish her I did.
SMACK!
CRACK!
SLAP!
SNAP!
CRACK!
SMACK!
"Ahhhhh! OOOooooooh! F-FUCK! UUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH!"
"Does it hurt, Ellen? Every time I smack you, your pussy opens and closes like it begs for my cock. Do you wish for my cock? Does the pain make you wish for me?" I asked. She gasped heavily for a second.
That was a second too long for me.
"Speak, SLUT!" I yelled, firing my crop forward.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Yes, Sir! It hurts so good, Sir! I'd like nothing more than to wring your fuckin....gaaaaaaaah...neck! But I can't! I can't move, Sir! My skin is...haaaaaaaa...fire!" she sobbed out. Her tears stained her face and my floor, but not once did she plead for me to stop.
It's because she's stubborn, it's because she's headstrong, it's because we've only begun to find some measure of understanding with each other, that she knew if she told me to stop then I would without hesitation. I sought to make her submit, but not at the expense of emotional scarring. I already know that men like me, women like Ellen and Liara, or all the bastards and bitches on Draegnar, had a tragedy that life dealt us. Some for the better, most for the worse.
"Aye, it be a roaring fire, Sothshore! And who sparks these flames across your body?" I demanded to know.
"You, Sir! FUCK! You're a piece of shit and sadistic bastard, SIR! AHHHHHHHH!" She groaned.
Her ass turned red and I lost count of how many orgasms rushed through her one after the other. Nevermind the fluids she licked from the floor just moments ago, the boards in front of me had been flooded anew.
"Your body be mine, Ellen. Men may look, but never shall they touch,"
"Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Thank you...UGHHHHHHHHHH....Sir!" she shouted. The way her pussy quivered, I could tell she was ready for another orgasm. As much as a lass likes to boast her orgasm endurance, I bet their bodies can't handle such tremendous euphoria in such rapid succession.
Just before that high came, I stopped my crop. Ellen's breath was hot and filled with need. Her bottom was red and full of ecstasy. Once she realized my last strike would not come, she turned to me.
"Why...did...you stop?" she asked.
"Well, my hand be tired. I think I might have to stop there before I swing the flesh from my bones," I answered. As soon as those words left my mouth, Ellen became aware of what I was truly saying. Her chest rose and fell like she had just run around the Draegnar island.
She tried to move, but her hands forbade her. Ah, there was that anger that I loved to see. There was that feeling of helplessness and vulnerability that a strong woman like her could feel. Her pride did not allow her to fully submit to me, but the clouds of desire took away her judgment. To oppose me was to deny her the pleasure that be culminating within her body into one grand session of bliss that would leave her without word of tongue.
"What...what should I do...for you to continue, Sir?" she asked. I swirled the crop around in the air near my head.
"Oh? Seems someone enjoys being whipped like a hot bitch." I remarked.
"S-Shut up! Just tell me!"
"You're a businesswoman, Sothshore. Do what you do best. Make...a deal, or beg. Both those work,"
Ellen remained silent for a time. She would have to hurry. The fire of her ass would be cooling soon and her body would be subsiding its lust.
"You just want me to beg. You know damn well I don't have anything to make a deal with," she replied to me.
I stopped swirling the crop. "That be where you're wrong, fair lass. You'd better think quickly. My arm is getting sore," I reminded her.
It must not have taken Ellen very long because a slew of curses flew out of her mouth and she even banged her head against the floorboards in frustration. Then, she finally stalled and looked at me.
"Please...punish me, Master, you son of a bitch, you Draegnar bastard, you piece of shit that makes me angry day and night! My...my fuckin' Master! Please...punish me, and I'll be yours, body...and mind," she replied. I'm sure it annoyed her to shake her ass at me, but she did it anyway.
"Oh? And what good are deals for people like us?" I asked her.
"It's as you said, Sir. I be a bitch. You be a bastard. Who knows better to deal with one than the other? Make no mistake, I absolutely despise you right now, making me satisfy these fuckin' stupid kinks of yours, debasing me, humiliating me, a-abusing me, and all this other shit. Yet, it's probably why I've developed some possible sick attraction to your dumb ass, Sir. Look, can we just skip the loyalty bullshit?!" She exclaimed.
Once again, there was that fire and steel that I loved so much. Ellen, one of the first women to take place in my many dreams of pleasure, laid before me ready to receive anything I had to offer. Unlike my mother, Sothshore was not a woman I had to bring up from despair. She was a fiery, regal jewel that I had clutched with my own hands. There be no need to raise her up. She was already up, but my role lay in reminding her that there be those in the world below her with just as much, if not more, authority than her. I be there to rein in her beauty and her ferocity.
"Alright, I suppose another few for a greedy slut aren't too hard for me. However, there is one condition which must be met,"
"Dare I even temper my already warped sense of decency, Sir?" she asked.
I couldn't resist the chuckle that escaped my throat.
"Kiss me,"
Ellen looked back at me. I bet she was surprised at the simplicity of the command. No doubt she must have thought that I would demand something crazy from her, but that would not be the case.
It took some effort on her part to lean up but once she did, she pushed her lips against mine. I would say that it might have felt better if her hands were tied and her angle was more straight, but she kissed me with no less fervor than I did when I kissed her. Her tongue sought out mine rather aggressively and she sucked it hungrily, no doubt to keep herself aroused enough that this could continue.
When she pulled back from me, she knelt.
"I can't tell if this be a punishment or a reward for you anymore,"
"Well, disobedient sluts deserve to be whipped. I did the same thing. Not that it's happening to me, I can't help wondering if they got in trouble on purpose," she replied.
I kissed her one more time before I shoved her face to the floor. "Is that what you are? A disobedient slut that needs to be whipped?"
"Only by you, Sir." she smirked defiantly.
"Is that right?" I asked.
SMACK!
Ellen's eyes widened as my crop stung her skin again. She managed to moan even louder than any of the previous times. No doubt this was due to the fact that her skin had started to cool itself down from what I had done earlier.
"AAAAAUUUUUGH! T-Thank you, Sir! Thank you for punishing me," she moaned. My cock threatened to tear into my pants. I resist the urge to drop my garments and plunge my cock into that writhing slit. As I struck her, I imagined how good her pussy would feel slathering my cock in those slippery fluids as I grinded my balls against her pelvis.
Patience. Patience, I told myself. Once we reached the shores of Delverhold, once I claimed every last bit of treasure which laid within its lands, I would fuck Sothshore so hard I'd be surprised if she somehow didn't wind up with a little bastard of our own.
Yes, I was aware that I mentioned I be not ready for kids, but...the need to breed a woman like Sothshore was enough to make me grant an exception.
SMACK!
"Thank you for punishing me, Sir!"
SLAP!
"T-Thank you for punishing me, Sir!"
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
"D-DAMMIT! I'm gonna cum!"
Sweat poured down my face. I swung faster.
"Then cum, you greedy slut. Cum all over my floor! Let a certain witch know what's in store for her once our deal is over!" I demanded.
I be assured that if Ilzahold had heard my mother and me in one of life's greatest raptures, then no doubt she also heard Ellen and myself. How I wished I could see her face, but...the imagination served a much greater purpose.
The very last strike, I swung with all my strength. I didn't need to be concerned. I knew Ellen could take it. Once the leather smacked her ass. I be positive she passed out as a mind-shattering orgasm ruptured her body.
Sothshore dropped to the floor and gasped like a fish out of water. Her ass was even redder now and I don't think she would be sitting down much tomorrow. "I expect gratitude for my efforts in the morning," I told her before I kissed her cheek. I then took her into my arms and laid her upon my bed.
"By the way, about your fight, I'm glad you won," I told her softly. I think she heard me because a smile appeared on her face.
The storm outside raged against my window as I pulled her into my chest. I blew out the candlelights which cloaked us in darkness. Only the light from windows provided any vision. It didn't even take her five minutes before her gasps for air turned into bedded snores. Fortunately for me, I was able to have a little fun with Sothshore's thighs since they rubbed against my erection, but I decided to hold on my own orgasm because I knew I'd receive better in the morning.
As weariness and sands of sleep fell over my eyes, I could have sworn I saw some...light flying near my window. I wanted to keep my eyes open to observe it, but...I couldn't and soon I fell asleep.